~ Examination Level Hallway ~

You are barely seconds out off the door when your scaled fingers find their way inside your shorts and wrap them selves around your twitching member. You lean your back against the door and listen to Saivic's muffled squealing while gently caressing its tip with your fingers. You could almost empathise with her. You had been in the same situation many years ago... Many times, Back when you were but a slave. 
It might teach her a lesson if you leave her alone a bit longer than you'd promised... On the other hand, you don't want to break break her... Not yet at least, this was just the beginning for her. You'd have stayed a little longer to listen but you have work to do... There is always work to do around here.

This establishment had an odd if not cliché way of conducting business. It was – on the outside at least – a  private establishment where the rich could come and pay to perform perverse acts of their choice on members of the faculty. This is not unheard of in this day and age, A dime a dozen in this city now that you think about it. What made this place unique was that its business was a front. This place was actually a playground for the higher ups. The inner circle, The top of the pyramid... The power they held in this domain was absolute... Oh to wield such power... You stop and a sigh escapes your lips followed quickly by your forked tongue.

You snap yourself from your power hungry day dream. At any rate new recruits were taken in and once broken would work their way up the system, eventually breaking free of the slave ranks and into the transcendent ranks. Well, this is what they are told at least. This ostentatious title was just that a title, coveted by those lower than you as a way of release and looked upon with disdain by those above you who still held dominion over your body. You were never truly not a slave until you were in the outer circle. You are always someone's slave, you did well to learn this early on. Anyway you are thinking about this way too much, it isn’t relevant to your work today. You're not even sure why you thought about it. Oh yes. Work to be done. A grin slowly spreads across your face.

“That dragon...”, You purr gently to yourself as the grin turns into a satisfied smirk. You'd left him attached to a Y-frame suspended from the celling with a little extra stimulation to keep him from getting bored in your absence. You always pride yourself on being an excellent host. You somehow manage to extract your hand from your shorts and wipe off the extra... Lubrication on a handkerchief you keep in your pocket for just such an purpose. No time for that now you chastise yourself. You drop it on the floor, attendants will clean that up. You still have rooms four through nine to attend too. Then again, you pause and rub your bulge through your shorts. You think you have an hour or so to spare since subject one and three looked to be at breaking point already, way ahead of schedule. You decide instead of going to room four you make your way to the room two. You cannot hear Saivic's muffled hysterics any longer. You kind of regret putting the gag back in. Not all was lost however, You can hear the occupant of room one quite clearly. 
You leave muzzles off some of your captives for two very good reasons. It pleased you to no end, hearing their defiance turn to begging and eventually reduced to hoarse laughter, it was an inevitability after all. It also – and probably most importantly – filled any occupant in the adjacent rooms with dread, terror or desire. 
The most recent batch of slaves were collected due to their... sensitivity to gentle stimulation. This was probably why you were picked as the examiner, you figure at least. Whether they enjoyed it on the other hand was anyone’s guess and not your problem space.

~ Aptitude Examination Room 002 ~

You push the door to room two open and step inside. You are unnoticed by the bucking dragon bound and blindfolded the way he is, suspended parallel to the ground. You'd have thought he'd of heard you even over his own moaning. Then you notice the warm feeling beneath your feet and remember – or perhaps remember forgetting – that you did not put your boots back on. You decide to use this to your advantage and circle the dragon quietly. He was big... In more than one department. This was an observation you had made for the third time today. It didn't bother you, his size didn't do him much good now. His engorged member dripped pre-cum onto the marble floor while his veined muscles fought against the metal cuffs securing him to the Y frame at nine inch intervals up and down his body. His wings were folded and bound behind his back, pinned between that and the Y-frame. You are glad you used so many cuffs when you notice one or two of them have been shaken loose. Not broken or damaged, just not as tight a you'd like. He must really be enjoying the vibrating cock rings you gave him. That or the sounds from next door. Maybe both? You wonder. You might have to report this though. You understood that some people liked slabs of rippling muscle, but if he escaped you'd be in trouble. You'd no doubt end up replacing him... you'll talk to R&D and get something bigger designed. 
One of your other observations are that he's sweating... You didn't know dragons could do that. True it was warm in here but you had scales and you didn't sweat, though you... You were different. Enough of this you're wasting time. You collect the remote for the rings from the wall and lower the power to a barely noticeable twitch.

“No... Fuck!”, The dragon exclaims with a grunt, he stops bucking and visibly slumps against his restraints. He then spits on the floor. Your face contorts a little, how disgustingly crude. This one might take a little domesticating before you feel happy enough to commit to his training. You increase the power of the pulsing rings and watch his body stiffen before stopping them all together. You watch him desperately thrust the air in an attempt to stimulate himself. He gives up quickly. Well you might as well announce your presence.

“Done being desssperate yet ?”, You ask sarcastically, you know he's not – especially if you have anything to do with it – but you also know he's going to be the “big hard dragon” and tell you to F off or something. These brutes were so predictable. You'll have to do something about his vocabulary or use of it at least.

“FucnnNNGG!”, the dragon gets no further when you pre-emptively ramp up the rings around his member, Full power. He shudders and grits his teeth but you know what your doing. The power is reduced to barely above nothing when you think he's enjoying it to much.
“Ugh why do you do that, what is your fuNNNngg”, you cut him off again using powerful stimulation to render him mute... well incapable of coherent speech at least. He's panting now and you move to his left side. You make no effort to mask your movement this time and notice his unsecured but blinded head follow you as best it can. 

“I'll asssk again, Are you done?”, You ask him less sarcastically this time. You still doubt he's done but he might see a pattern here. Maybe, you don't hold your breath though. You never do. You can't. You wait for a minute and with no answer forthcoming you deicide to change the game. You place your left hand on his armpit and wiggle your fingers a little. You can physically see his muscles tense but he doesn’t make a sound. You then begin to walk slowly down his side raking your fingers along his side as you do in a sort of wavy pattern. Up and down, Up and down. You can see that his muscles are still tensing where you touch him but now you can see the tip of his bound tail is moving, still not a sound from him though. Were the people in recon wrong about this guy. You get to his waist when you feel him jolt and grunt quietly.
“Sssorry?”, You pipe up. “I didn't quite hear that... sssay it again”. As soon as you finish the last word you run your fingers around in large circles by his waist and hip. Making sure not to come into contact with his now swinging member, you don't want him to enjoy this after all. He clamps his mouth shut. Not that you can see this but you can hear muffled noises trying to squeeze themselves out. You pocket the remote – not like you'll need it any time soon – and add a second hand to your assault. He starts to thrash a little, squirming his hips and flicking the tip of his tail. 
“Like thisss do you ?”, you coo at him. You get a stifled grunt as a reply. You going to guess he does, he'd object more audibly otherwise right? Right. You continue this assault moving your way further down and begin to run your fingers down the crease of his groin. He is barely managing to hold in laughter now. You can hear him struggling and its music to your ears. Next door on the other hand might not be able to hear him... This you will change. The recon guys are never wrong. The dragon erupts into laughter when you – accidentally mind you – come into contact with his balls. You remove your hands quickly. This was worth drawing out, physiologically as well as physically. You wander up to his head again. 

“Sssorry, I could have sssworn you sssaid sssomething.”, It wasn't a question. You quickly yank the blindfold off of his eyes, you do this quickly because you don't want to get bitten. In hindsight you probably should have secured his head. No, you have a better idea. He can now see you though and his bright blue eyes are glaring at you.  
“Oh don't be like that”, you pause a little. “You'll enjoy thisss, I promisss”. With that you go over to the metallic box you have been supplied with for this room. You see, the way that new recruits – and staff – were tested was that these boxes were supplied by R&D. You could only use your body and what was in these boxes to break your captive. The people in R&D were fantastic at guessing what you'd want, you mean need. Maybe too good at it... Anyway, you look inside the box and low and behold find what you are looking for. You reach in and pull out an O-ring. This will protect your fingers but allow you to hear him beg. Well... Kind of. You hold it up in front of you as you make the short trip back to his head. Making sure he can see it.
“You know what thisss isss for right?”, This was a question and the look in his eyes told you he knew.
“Open wide”, You coo. You were not surprised when he clamped his mouth shut. Oh you're going to pay for that you threaten internally. Time to show him why size didn't matter. You walk over to him and bite on one of the O-rings straps to free both hands. You place your left hand over his upper jaw and snout and place your right hand under his lower jaw and chin. With a strength that your build might disguise you pull his jaws apart, carefully but firmly.
“Leave them open child”, you speak with a cold, authoritarian tone while maintaining direct eye contact with him, Your bright yellow eyes piercing his. Daring him to disobey. The dragon can do nothing but stare back at you. You remove your hands quickly and fix the O-ring to his muzzle. You blink and pull your eyes away. You hate doing that. The dragon blinks a few times before grunting in surprise as he is unable to close his jaws. You watch him try, his jaws are strong... But the O-ring is stronger. He glares at you again.
“Now I won't be able to underssstand you... Ssso I will remove it in half an hour and sssee if you want to talk, Ok?”, You ask him – although your really telling him – in your usual cheerful tone. You quickly dash to the metal box and pull out a selection of tools: A feather duster or two, some feathers... no toothbrushes much to your dismay and finally a gel filled egg... You have no idea what's in that. You must have made some friends in R&D... You hope. It could be a trap... You stare at it a little longer. No instructions. No pictures. Just a label, TKGV0.1. Still no idea what it is but you pocket it anyway. You stride past the dragon making sure he can see everything you have aside from the egg. 

“mo, peas. Weegh!”, he protests.. Well you think he protests his eyes certainly have changed from the glare he moments ago was shooting at you. He struggles a bit but again gives in quite quickly.

“I told you, I can't underssstand you”, you pipe up cheerfully as you wander behind up and between his legs. You look past his rear and notice that he cannot see you... Again a disadvantage to being a slab of meat you guess. Some of the blood must have retreated from his member since the ring on the tip had fallen onto the floor. You shrug, you're bored of that game anyway. You have a new game.

“Haayh, Hayh!”, the dragon is still trying to get your attention. Well if he wants it. You take a feather in each hand and run them up and down the crease in his groin, slowly, very slowly. The O-ring is doing its job. He cannot close his mouth to stifle any noise. You keep this up for a few minutes although who knows how long its felt like for the dragon. The sounds he makes begin to escalate from chuckling and the odd objection to full blown laughter when you switch to the feather dusters. One brushing from his tail pipe to his balls the other concentrated io the balls them selves. His whole body was in spasms, his movement was shaking the chains that suspend the frame from the celling. You watch in quite amusement as the blood slowly returns to his member. See you told him he'd enjoy it. You quickly turn the remaining rings back up to medium setting and return to work on his rear end. This added stimulation gave his raucous laughter an added smattering of moaning, you deicide perhaps ten minutes in now that the tools are just slowing you down. You drop the dusters and continue to tickle his rear and sack with your hands. You thought he'd reached the highest pitch of laughter he could. You are glad that you were wrong.

“Hahahapeahahahs”, you hear him call out at what you have decided is probably the half hour mark. You stop your ticklish assault and pull the rings from his member. He moans a little as you do. Goodness he is sweating now. You wander up to his head dragging your fingers up his side as you go. This elicits laughter from him, which is odd because it didn't earlier. He must have reached his limit... Good. Just in time for the next game. You remove the O-ring from his mouth. It's covered in drool as is the floor below his head. You quickly drop it.

“Sssorry, did you want to ssspeak to me?”, you ask him in mock shyness.

“Please, I've had enough... I give up... You win... Please...”, He speaks quietly but you think he might actually of had enough. His eyes looked tiered and he was panting heavily. You deicide that now is where you make him pay for his earlier mouth clamping.

“Ok, Tell you what.”, You speak in a gentle voice... That should lull him into trusting you. “I'm only really here to find your mossst sssensssitive body partsss... You tell me them and my job'sss done... I'll even accidentally let you cum, It'll be our sssecret though”, you finish with a wink. The dragon looks at the ground, you can see he is thinking it over. What choice does he really have? You wonder. He is quiet for a minute longer before mumbling something under his breath. You don't catch it.
“Sssorry ssspeak up”, you beckon with a hand. 

“Groin and feet”, he repeats louder this time. Your face lights up. You'd of thought feet on something this big would be all but dead to sensation. Today just got better. You nod slowly before reaching into your pocket to pull out the egg full of gel.

“I have no idea what thisss doesss..., back in a minute”, You tell him quickly before wandering over to his feet. They were massive. You scraped a claw down one of them.

“Hahay!, We hahahahad aha deahahal!”, the dragon screams at you. You ignore him. You run your fingers up and down his foot causing further objection to spiral into maddened laughter. Good that shut him up, well stopped him talking. You pocket the egg again and use your now free hand on his other foot.
“Hahahahahastohahahahhahahap”, the dragon roars at you. You're still ignoring him. You keep it up for a good ten minutes. You find he's particularly sensitive in between his toes. You enjoy that for a bit. Your own member begins to swell. You ignore it for now. Finally curiosity gets the better of you and you once again pull the egg from your shorts. It twists open and is in two closed of halves. One side reads ACTIVATE  the other DEACTIVATE. Activate would be the logical place to start you guess, you peel back the film and apply it to your hands... Its cold, cold and tingly. You shrug. Maybe its a reward, maybe it will cool the captive off. You apply it to his feet using it as a lubricant to tickle him a bit more. You make sure to get it all over his feet, right in between his toes. All the dragon can scream about is the deal he thought you had. Well scream and laugh.

“A deal isss a deal”, You finally call to him. You walk up between his legs once more and begin to fondle his still erect member. As an X slave you have become very good at this too, it was part of the job. You used one hand on his member and the other on his balls. Gently caressing them. The dragon really has given up mentally. He's begging you not to stop. Despite laughing as you tickle his balls. How cliché. You speed up until his body stiffens warning you it was time to slow down again. 

“Oh please god finish me!”, the dragon pleads. Well if nothing else this gel made a great lubricant you think to yourself. Your still teasing him, keeping him on edge when you stop. You feel something odd on your hands. 
“No don't stop!”, the dragon calls back. You shush him quickly. You hands were starting to tickle. Which is odd, it's not a feeling you're used too or even one you've ever felt before. You look around for something to wipe the gel off on. Nothing. You then remember the egg had a DEACTIVATE compartment. You peel back the plastic and apply it all to your hands. The sensation stops instantly. That was weird. You are about to continue with your end of the deal and finish off the poor dragon when he began to laugh.
“Hahahastohahahpitahaha!”, He screamed. It didn't take long for his begging to descend into hoarse laughter again. It dawns on you, the gel that had been tickling your hands was now working on his feet. All over them in fact. You walked up to his face, tears were trickling down it his cheeks. You think for a moment. If it is time delayed, then it should start to work on his... Your thought is cut short when his laughter further descends into what could only be described as wailing, tears streaming down his face now. 

The dragons body is fighting with all of its might against the bonds that hold it. He must have been tired, his full strength was somewhat diminished since the last time you saw it. He looked short of breath and entirely hysterical. Hysterical... Saivic! You'd been enjoying yourself so much you'd forgotten you said you'd be back in five minutes. How long had you been you wonder...

“I'm going to find sssomething to get that gel off of you”, you shout – because you wouldn't be heard otherwise – to him. You are lying of course. You don't even know why you felt the need to lie... He couldn't do anything even if he wanted. The look in his eyes told you he was broken. Good. That might teach him. His laughter echo's around the room as you make your way to and out of the door. You might as well time how long it lasts in case you find yourself with another egg. Just in case of course. Just in case.