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[b][u][center]Not As Tricky As You Think[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Lightsun168[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Holding up trading caravans was usually a simple affair: walk up, threaten the front wagons with a bit of a hard time, and then take what they were willing to offer to make you go away. The few times that they hired guards, Kero just made sure to knock one out before revealing himself, and the orange-yellow lizard bandit was more or less getting paid to walk away. It had kept him in the black for well over a year, and nobody had made much of a fuss about it. Hell, he was pretty sure that some of the trading caravans just budgeted in the bandit bribe when they traveled these days.

He sure as hell hadn’t expected to be caught and surrounded by a half-dozen beagle guards with crossbows. The lizard stood with his hands over his head as the guardsmen arrested him just outside of town, their disguised wagon off to the side of the road as the real traders’ wagons trundled by. Kero rolled his eyes as he watched them leave; they must have been waiting for just such an occasion.

“Alright, lizard. What do you have on you?” one of the beagles, slightly bigger than the others, asked. “How well-armed are you?”

“Why don’t you start looking and find out?” Kero asked.

“I’m not going prodding through a trapped belt,” one of the others said.

“Me neither. What if it’s poisoned?”

“I heard this dick has all kinds of tricks.”

“Shut up, the lot of you,” the leader said. “Alright. Well, by my authority as captain, I’m going to give you an order, bandit.”

“I have a name,” Kero said.

“Don’t really care. Far as I’m concerned, you’re a bandit that was stupid enough to get caught and [i]really[/i] stupid enough to piss off the merchant guilds. So, let’s start with this. Do you surrender?”

“...I’m standing here with my hands up, and you’re asking me [i]that[/i]?” Kero shook his head. “And you’re calling me an idiot.”

“The way I see it, either you’re surrendering, or you’re buying time. Do you surrender or not?”

Honestly, he was half-hoping that someone would make a mistake and let him run off into the woods. As it stood, he was too close to town to try running without at least half the crossbows pointed in a different direction first; they’d pin him to the ground in a very bloody, deadly way, scales or no scales. More to the point, without the trees around him, they’d have a clear shot of where he was running.

But if they did take him into town…

Scalies of all sorts suffered from the reputation of dragons. Most weren’t allowed in towns for fear of what they’d do with their greedy natures, which - at least as far as Kero was concerned - was fair. He’d been tempted to sneak in and rob a few people blind in the past.

But maybe…heh. Maybe this would be a chance for him to do it.

After all, he doubted that the guards were [i]that[/i] competent, or they would have caught him a long time ago. He had a few lockpicks in his pockets and one tucked just under his tail, hidden in the creases of scales. He could surrender and break out, sure. Why not?

“Yeah. I surrender.”

“Fucking great. Take it off.”

“...Huh?”

“Everything. Take it off. Prisoners ain’t allowed clothes.”

[i]...Well, that’s a problem…[/i]

But not necessarily insurmountable. Kero affected an uncaring expression as he undid the straps at his neck and waist, letting his leather garments come loose. He dragged his arms out of his sleeves, his top falling to the ground and exposing him from the shoulders to his waist. Soft but supple scales rippled over long-honed muscles, and he rolled his head side to side as he got comfortable with less clothes on.

His belt followed, taking with it a dagger in a sheath and four different pouches of loot. The captain gestured with his crossbow, and he kicked the belt further away.

Another gesture, and he was forced to take off his pants and his boots. He took the latter off first, letting them hit the ground, and his pants followed, leaving him in nothing but a loincloth on the forest path. He bit his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest, his tail pulled down tight.

“Who said you could stop?” the beagle said.

“...You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Prisoners ain’t allowed clothes. That loincloth still counts.”

“But -”

“Ah.”

The beagle lifted the crossbow, holding it trained on him. The narrow point of the bolt glimmered in the afternoon light.

“You said you surrendered, scaly. You think that means you have any rights?”

“...”

“Off with the loincloth. Now.”

[i]...Fuck.[/i]

His cheeks turned redder than he had ever felt them go before. Sure, things had gone a little wonky with some of his past operations, but this…this was humiliating. He slowly undid the knot of the loincloth to the side, half-hoping to hear the captain countermand the order, but no such thing happened. Kero had to keep pulling until -

Thump.

The loincloth hit the ground, and his exposed dick was visible for all to see. His face kept burning up, his humiliation writ loud and clear across his features. Four inches soft, he wasn’t precisely [i]small[/i], but one genuinely expected more from a dragon. And he doubted that he’d be showing that; he got bigger when he was hard, but -

“Search him.”

“Wait, wait, I’m naked! What do you expect - hey!”

One of the guards grabbed his tail and yanked it up. An armored gauntlet shoved between his cheeks, nudging his hole, before sweeping upward -

“Hey, we got a lockpick here.”

“Heh, what do you know?” the captain said. “Looks like we have a little trickster here.”

“I - well, I - it was worth a shot.”

“Search the rest of him. Usually, they got at least three.”

Two guards held him pinned while a third worked him over. He bit his lips every time that he got poked and prodded, feeling them jabbing fingers in sensitive places. One went so far as to spread his ass cheeks and slide a finger inside of him, rubbing against his prostate before going in further for anything untoward. It was just enough to have his dick rising up, showing itself off, but -

“Found another against the back of his neck. Looks like that’s all.”

“Heh…looks like the little shit didn’t know how to prepare. Too much easy prey, I bet.” The captain nodded. “Tie him up. We’re taking him into town.”

The ropes came out, and Kero was surrounded by a flurry of activity. His arms were pulled tight behind his back, pinned against the base of his tail, and his arms themselves were pinned against his sides so he couldn’t just wiggle them around. More and more rope came out, tying down his chest, wrapping around his middle, down between his legs, and along his thighs. He was hobbled with rope shackles between his ankles, and before he knew it, he was all but helpless, barely able to waddle forward a half-step at a time.

And more than that, the ropes just…pulled. They pulled and rubbed and emphasized everything. He bit his lips as some parts of it rubbed either side of his cock, forcing it to stay hard as he was dragged forward, waddling along.

“Scalies like you need to learn proper manners,” the beagle said. “I think keeping you on display for the town square for a month should go a long fucking way for that.”

“On display - like this?!”

“And worse, if the guild presses charges,” the captain said. “Come on.”

Kero yelped as he was all but yanked off his feet, dragged forward without warning and without a hint of mercy. He could barely keep up with a rapid sort of waddling, forcing him to shake his hips from side to side and swing his dick back and forth with the awkward movements. They were through the gate in short order, and then -

Well, then he had all kinds of eyes on him. Mammals of various species looked at him from the streets, from balconies, and from atop the wall that surrounded the town. He was the only scaly around, and everyone seemed bound and determined to get a look at him.

“Holy shit, look at that.”

“Is that a dragon?”

“No, it’s a lizard, but it’s just as bad.”

“Look at how hard he is!”

“Oh, dear. I bet the priests will want to take that away.”

[i]Take it away?![/i]

He’d heard horror stories of some priests going so far as to seal off the manhoods of some of those that offended them, but this was the first time that he had gotten any indication that it was [i]real[/i]. The lizard pulled at his bonds, but they were so tight and so strong that there was no chance in Hell that he could break free.

The beagle pulled harder, and he almost tumbled head over heels from the sudden yank. The lizard just barely caught his footing in time to avoid plowing into the cobblestone streets, grunting as he was pulled along that little bit faster. More and more, his cock swung between his thighs, bouncing against his hips, forced hard by the rope on either side.

“This is humiliating,” he muttered.

“Shouldn’t have done the crime if you can’t take the punishment,” the captain said. “Almost to the town square now. If you think this is bad, you ain’t seen nothing yet, kid.”

“I don’t [i]want[/i] to see more.”

“Tough. Time for you to learn your lesson.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Kero is a thief that had the bad luck to get caught. Now, he has to deal with the fact that the guards are just done with his shit.

Tags: M/solo, Embarrassment, Exposure, Caught, Bondage, Tied Up, Finger in Butt, Nudity, Exhibitionism, Forced Arousal, Dragon, Beagle, Speciesism,