Show him

You roll over onto your backside without any hesitation and feverishly yank down your britches. What you reveal to the dragon turns his cocky grin into a grimace.

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Elf = 1}Your caged little worm is squeezing at the bars, struggling to break out so that you might feel the bliss of actually getting to fuck something.

"Please let me free, and I'll give it all to you," you squirm as your hips buck into empty air. You splatter a squirt of jism onto yourself in the process and showing the petite dragon boy just how **** you are for him to sit down on you.

"That tiny thing? I wouldn't even feel it inside of me," he scolded, killing your dreams of actually getting to fuck something instead of getting fucked. However, your bratty master pulls out what looks to be a skeleton key. Then, as soon as it fits into the keyhole of your chastity device, it unclasps and falls off, exposing your raw three-inch stiffy.

Before you can act on your new freedom, his soaking foot stomps into your cock and balls, causing a gut-wrenching twist of pain and pleasure. You adore the feeling of a bare sole against your wimpy cuck dick. It reminds you of the way your wife used to relentlessly tease you before she locked you in chastity and left you to suffer. Even though the heel of your effeminate master was debilitatingly strangling your barely-protruding sack, you could only respond by groaning in delight.

As he was squeezing down so hard that you felt you might burst, a stream of warm fluid coated the bottom of his foot. Then, in a lapse of dignity, you prematurely came because of his smooth-scaled feet crushing your micropenis. There was no greater low you could sink to, now, except maybe if your family had born witness to this humiliating moment.

"Eugh, clean that mess of yours up, runt."

You eagerly flip onto your knees to engulf his seed-stained sole with your mouth yet again.{elseif

Orc = 1}You whip out what you think will be an impressive size that you used to impregnate your wife on at least three different occasions. However, five inches on a skinny rod doesn't seem to be enough to satisfy the needs of your effeminate captor.

"Really? You think you get to use something that small on me?" Clearly, he was insulted that you had the gall of pulling it out at all.

"Please," you whined, waving your fully turgid green shaft in a plea for mercy. "This is as big as it gets," you admit defeatedly.

"Hah, I'd be surprised if it's seen any action at all," the draconic femboy huffed in disappointment.

"I promise I'll make it goo--," but before you get the chance to finish, his saliva-slicked foot is pressed into your cock and balls, crushing them against the smooth scales of his sole.

You get the breath knocked out of you, yet at the same time, there's a tingle of euphoria that rushes to your crotch while it's being trampled by femboy feet. You do nothing to protect your groin, instead groaning with bliss while he squeezes every inch underneath his dainty arches.

Just when you think that the dragon boy's feet can apply no more pressure without you exploding, semen bursts from your tip and coats the bottom of his toes. You squirm while your cream squirts out a convulsion-inducing orgasm just from being stepped on.

The dragon scoffs in disgust, "Clean this mess up," and you instinctively roll back onto your knees to lap all of your juices off of his toes until they're polished.{endif

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Several hours after you've done nothing but make the dragon boy's toys lacquered with your mouth, he grows bored of allowing you the privilege of serving him.

"Come here, boy!" he calls out to you just like a trained mutt, and you eagerly obey. If you had a tail, it'd be wagging and beating the air furiously. To your surprise, a collar is placed around your neck as soon as you crawl over on your hands and knees.

"Stay here. I'm going out to collect more valuables. And for your own sake, you'd better not be a nuisance." Yes, must not be a nuisance, you think to yourself. However, as soon as his plush ass and tail saunter away, a sudden clarity washes over you.

Have you really just spent the past few hours submitting yourself to the stench of sweaty feet? Did you really cum from getting your dick stepped on? Of course, you want to blame this solely on the artifact, but you know that's not true deep down.