Bound and Trapped

He slowly blinked awake, finding himelf in a kneeling position. Attempting to move his arms, he realized that they were bound, as were his wings. The dragon-fox gradually realized where he was. Or...well, realized what had happened, at least. Honestly he didn't know where he was, but that was the least of his concerns.

Looking down at the metal floor, he noted the drains that the strange latex fluid had seeped through. His legs, his belly, even his penis...were shiny. His pulse quickened, his stomach tightening in his throat...what had happened was not a dream. Not simply -covered- in latex, he was now made of latex, and on top of that, bound and helpless, unable to resist the will of whoever was doing this to him.

He moaned, feeling a sudden tingle shoot through him inexplicably. His cock rapidly pulsed to its full length, touching its tip to the cold floor, making tiny 'squeak' sounds as it made small rubbing motions against the floor. The feeling was so strange; his heart beat even faster as he felt himself filling with strange, directionless lust. He needed to have his cock in something, or he needed to be filled with something. Either way...or better yet, both at once.

He silently knew that his mind was being taken over by some force unbeknownst to him, but he was powerless to stop it. Minutes went by, his entire body calling for attention, stimulation...especially his cock, but his entire skin felt afire with desire.

Shortly, now, the newly latexified sex slave would be moved onto the next stage of training, to permanently increase his sexual needs, stretch his tailhole, and prepare him for an owner.

This is a pic requested by Starfox on yiffstar (not quite the same Starfox by Nintendo, but kiiinda close. He's a dragon-fox hybrid). When I was sketching this at first, imagining the pose in my head, this position just struck my imagination as 'right', even though the scene isn't quite what Starfox requested. He had wanted more of a factory conveyorbelt scene, but there's just something about this character being tied up, kneeling with legs spread, vulnerable, that appeals to me.

He does, however, have a scouter. Like Starfox. Or...VEGETA.

...It's Over NINE THOUSAAAAAND.

Yeah. Oldest cliche ever, but hey. I can't help it!