Consciousness did not come easily to Aggron. It crept over him in a slow, thick tide, like he’d been struck in the back of the head. This didn’t come as much of a surprise to him, considering the last thing he could remember was getting struck in the back of the head. What did come as a surprise to him, though, was the fact that he was unable to move any part of his body with the sole exception of his head.

Aggron jerked forward as hard as he could, his muscles twitching and flexing as he strained to pull free from his restraints. He let out grunts of effort and growls of frustration, muffled by the ball gag stuffed into his mouth that didn’t seem to break no matter how hard he bit down on it, even though his jaw had enough strength to reduce boulders to gravel. He was struggling so hard that he swore he could feel the whole room shake, yet despite all his strength, he still hadn’t gotten an inch of give and had reduced himself to an exhausted, panting mess in the process.

He was trapped in a wall. Not just any wall, of course; he could smash through a regular wall with ease without even breaking a sweat. No, this wall seemed to have been purpose-built purely to contain him, made out of some metal that wouldn’t break or bend no matter how hard he struggled against it. His lower body was on one side of it, his legs and tail spread apart and held in place with equally strong restraints, while his wrists were shackled to the floor beneath him in a way that kept him forced onto all fours without any way to move.

The room he was in—or half of him was in, at any rate—was dark, the only source of light from a monitor mounted on the wall in front of him. Aggron had glanced at it before, and once he realised what it was he was seeing had tried his hardest not to look at it. With nothing else to focus on but the shadows and his restraints, though, his eyes couldn’t help but end up wandering back to it. Displayed proudly on the screen was a side shot of his backside, seen from a few feet above. From the way it was moving, he could tell it was a live feed. 

Aggron huffed. He had no idea who put him here or why they did it, but when he got out—

His thought was cut off by the muffled sound of movement and sudden motion on the screen in front of him, instantly drawing his attention. A pair of thickly muscled legs had appeared on screen, covered in purple scales with a thick tail trailing off behind them. A garchomp, Aggron realized, then paused. Garchomp were supposed to be rather rare, particularly in this region. In fact, he’d only seen one once before, and he’d attacked it and chased it out of his territory. This couldn’t be the same one, could it?

Aggron could feel the blood drain from his face as his mind raced, fear springing up in his chest at the thought of what the dragon was going to do to him. Those fears were not at all allayed when the garchomp took a step forward and pressed his hips up against Aggron’s, claws moving up to caress the steel type’s thick tail as he did so. His struggling instantly revived, Aggron tugged desperately at his restraints, but his only reward was the sound of Garchomp’s laughter behind him.

After a few long moments of that grinding, accompanied by attempts at escape as frenzied as they were ineffectual, Aggron felt something moist poke against the base of his tail. It steadily grew, sliding against Aggron’s scales and leaving a wet trail wherever it touched him, particularly between his ass cheeks. The view from the monitor was angled just right for him to see Garchomp’s cock pressed against him, sandwiched between the dragon’s stomach and his ass. It was pink and ridged, much like his own, and far larger than he ever imagined a garchomp’s cock would be. It just kept slipping further out of his sheath, quickly passing seven inches, then nine, then eleven. As it approached a foot, Aggron held out hope that he might be satisfied with just grinding. Surely he wouldn’t try to fit that thing inside him?

But when it finally reached its full twelve inches, pre now rolling freely from its blunt tip, Garchomp pulled back and the way he started to adjust the angle of his shaft made it clear that was exactly what the dragon intended to do. Aggron had a brief flare of panic and considered trying to escape again, but before he could launch into another earthshaking attempt at breaking free, a thought stopped him that grew and evolved until it mutated into a strange sense of pride. He wouldn’t give this dragon the satisfaction of watching him struggle! No, he’d sit there and take it, holding onto whatever shred of dignity he had left.

Adjusting himself, Garchomp positioned the tip of his member against Aggron’s tailhole, a spurt of pre squirting out against it as he did so. Staring at the monitor with a grim expression, Aggron tried his best to relax, hoping that if he helped it along it would be over soon. Garchomp stopped there, pushing against Aggron’s asshole with force just short of actually penetrating him, and it was clear enough that he was waiting for some sort of reaction. The fact that he wasn’t getting one gave Aggron a sense of smug satisfaction, which lasted about as long as it took for Garchomp to let out a growl of frustration and finally push forward.

Aggron winced as the pressure sharply grew before giving way all at once, the head of Garchomp’s member sinking into him and drawing a gasp from around the gag in his mouth. Until that moment, he’d only paid attention to the length of it, but now he could feel just how ridiculously thick it was. It felt like he was getting a tree trunk shoved into him!

Yet the dragon behind him didn’t seem to care a lick for how he felt as he pushed further and further inside of him, filling his guts with ever-increasing amounts of cock and pumping a steady stream of pre into him all the while. For a first-timer, Aggron was taking things with a surprising amount of ease—Garchomp had already sunk nearly halfway inside of his ass, and even with the rapid pace he’d set, the beast was taking things with all the skill of a veteran buttslut. 

It aggravated Garchomp more than he wanted to admit. This whole thing had been set up to make Aggron squirm, but he was just sitting there and taking it without a peep. He hadn’t even heard a single moan from him yet! Still, he wasn’t giving up—no, he was just getting started. Biting down hard on Aggron’s tail, Garchomp gave a sharp thrust forward, shoving another third of his cock into the burly pokémon.

Groaning around his gag, Aggron tensed up, limbs pulling up against his restraints—though not entirely out of discomfort. Though taking something the size of what Garchomp had swinging between his legs was certainly a painful stretch, he was surprised and ashamed that pain wasn’t alone, but joined by a fair share of pleasure as well. He was focusing all his efforts on holding it back, but as that dragon worked deeper and deeper inside of him, he was having a hard time keeping himself in his slit. But he was determined not to let his assailant know how good he was making him feel!

Unfortunately, it seemed that Garchomp already had his suspicions. When his hips finally came to rest against Aggron’s, scales contacting against scales with a slap as he thrust the last two inches of his shaft into the steel type, Garchomp heard something peculiar—a gasp. Not a gasp of pain, though: it was too soft, and the tone was all off. Curious and already forming an idea of what was going on, Garchomp shifted a claw down between Aggron’s legs, pushing forward and tracing up and down along his slit.

The air he’d sucked in from his gasp immediately came back out in the form of a rumbling sigh, one that Aggron had to bite his lip to rein back in. That light touch was just the push he needed to tumble down into the inevitable. He clenched up in an instinctive attempt at staving it off, but all that did was make his body tighten up around the cock rooted inside him, coaxing a throb out of it and milking out a fresh burst of pre that splattered across his insides.

That certainly didn’t do him any favours in regards to keeping himself under control. The rest of that moan forced its way out of him in spite of the teeth buried in his lip, and that claw working busily against him quickly found itself brushing against more than a slit. The head of his maleness poked out into the air, and with the dick plugging him up on top of the garchomp’s eager efforts to draw him further out of his slit, the rest of it practically poured out of him. Once the dam had broken, it only took seconds before he was fully erect, a bead of pre already forming on his tip. Garchomp chuckled, giving him one last stroke from base to tip before he started moving his hips once again, returning to the same breakneck pace he’d been using before.

Aggron felt his face flush, both out of shame at the laughter of the dragon behind him and from the feeling of his cock slapping between his legs as Garchomp fucked him, splattering the insides of his thighs with drips of pre that drooled down towards his knees. It was feeling better and better with every passing second, the way Garchomp’s ridges pushed and caught against his inner walls with every thrust of his hips. But, no matter how good it felt, he wasn’t going to cum! He wouldn’t let that monster have the satisfaction.

Garchomp worked himself in and out of Aggron’s hole with shorter, jerkier motions, holding back to see just how well he could push the beast’s buttons before he went all out. He hadn’t even finished his first go and the big metal oaf was already putty in his claws, cock twitching and throbbing as he made all sorts of little squeaks and moans that he probably thought Garchomp didn’t notice. The dragon couldn’t help but snicker at the whole thing. But still, he didn’t have all day. It was about time he hurried things along.

Aggron gasped as he felt Garchomp suddenly double in speed, the squelching noise of the dragon’s dick thrusting in and out of his ass filling the air as he started pounding his hole for dear life. His eyes crossed from the sheer force of the sensations rushing through him; it was like there was some pleasure button deep inside of him, and Garchomp was intent on seeing just how hard it could be pressed! His head hung low, no longer looking at the widescreen shot in front of him of his hard cock bouncing in time with Garchomp’s pounding. His mind was focused purely on one thing: he wasn’t going to cum, he definitely wasn’t going to cum, so long as he didn’t...

Without warning, Garchomp slammed his hips against Aggron’s and kept them there, squeezing his asscheeks with his claws. Aggron could feel every ridge of the dragon’s dick inside him, could feel it expand slightly as it powerfully throbbed once, then again. The third time, his breath hitched as he found himself suddenly filled by powerful jets of garchomp seed, blasting inside of him and filling him with incredible heat!

That pushed him over the limit. Letting out a mighty roar around his gag, Aggron’s member twitched and let loose, spraying down the wall, floor, and his legs with ropes of thick cum. He realised that he’d lost, given Garchomp exactly what he wanted, but he didn’t care. At that moment, it felt great to be wrapped around that dragon’s huge cock, cumming his brains out as he was filled up.

Yet after that fleeting moment of pleasure came shame, embarrassment at enjoying getting used like that. Embarrassment that only grew as he looked up at the screen, which proudly displayed a view of his backside. He saw a few drops of white rolling down the back of his shaft and dripping onto the floor, mixing with the puddle of his own creation. It was only a small sample of what garchomp had filled him with, the rest of it kept plugged inside him by the dragon’s cock.

But, apparently eager to be on his way, it wasn’t long before Garchomp was pulling out. Aggron yelped as he felt the dragon’s ridges tugging against him as they slid through his insides and popped past the ring of his asshole one at a time. With a wet, slicking noise, the head of Garchomp’s member finally popped free, a small waterfall of spunk following close behind it. Aggron hissed as he felt it seeping out of him and down along his taint, trying his best to avert his eyes from the monitor view of it drooling out of his gaping hole. Garchomp, however, was quite pleased with what he’d done, letting out a final cackle before smacking Aggron on the ass and turning to leave.

Aggron knelt there, splattered and dripping with male fluids, burning with indignity at what he’d been subjected to and the constant video reminder of it in front of him. At the same time, though, he was filled with a sense of relief. At least it was finally over. 

Or so he thought, anyway, until he heard another set of footsteps growing closer as Garchomp’s faded away. On the screen, he saw two pairs of fluffy orange legs approaching him, and he could hear the excited panting through the wall. An arcanine, apparently very happy to see him.

When he got out of this mess, someone’s gonna pay, Aggron thought to himself, steeling himself for round two.