The Boy With the Dragon Attachment (Patreon)

"Ever tried a chastity device?"

Of course not, I like my dick. But he was cute and the sex had been amazing so I thought why not give him a reason to come back. I wasn't yet sober, but I would probably have thought the same if I was. When he pulled out that silver dragon was when sober me might have made a different choice. "Just close your eyes and relax," he said and I could feel something resembling a hand job stiffening my cock. Not yet sober was perhaps to underplay it a little. Some of the last shots began to hit. I floated in bliss, partly from the booze, partly from the fiddling with my dick. The cold silver clicked in place with a few dainty metallic sounds. I could feel my dick encased, but it wasn't straining or in any way uncomfortable as I had feared. "I'll call you," he said and left. I fell asleep. 

Waking up I'm no less horny than yesterday. It's like that evening fuck didn't even happen. Grabbing my dick under the sheet I'm pricked by one of the many thorny spikes protruding from the dragon. If I try to rub one out I'll probably slash my hand instead. I don't see a lock anywhere I can cut, and even looking for it is painful. Those damn talons and wings or whatever makes it impossible to tuck it away in any direction. How the fuck am I supposed to be able to show up for work?