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On a spectacular mountain ridge a black dragon was trying to make a wind generator work. His wings held the hood while his clawed front paws struggled to dig through the tangle of coloured wires, his long tail helping him keep his balance against the ground. There was a piercing in his ear-webbing, a golden ring.

Suddenly he saw with his side vision the yellow-coloured dragon that was hastily landing unsteadily flapping its wings.

• Have you seen a golden dragon around here? Has she flown through here?

The black dragon took a quick look at the intruder. Young. Male. Obviously not from around here, probably traveled from far away. He licked his lips.

• A golden female?

• Yes! Yes! Which way did she fly?

• Is she your fiancée?

• Not yet, we haven't done our heavenly dance yet. Sorry I'm in a hurry. I'm afraid she might get lost in these mountains.

The black dragon's wings let go of the hood and it fell back with a clatter, he stood up on all four legs.

• No need to be in a hurry, we've already had our fun.

The dragon made a purring sound and grinned as viciously as he could.

The golden one shuffled from foot to foot, his tail thumping the ground.

• What did you do to her?

• What did I do? Isn't it obvious? Just use your imagination golden boy.

• You! You raped her! Where is she?!

• She was pretty tight - the black dragon said with a look of expertise - You should also give her a try.

The golden dragon's eyes turned red with anger. He roared and rushed to attack. As he sprinted he pushed himself off the ground and flapped his wings opening his jaws to sink his teeth into the enemy's throat.

"Pffff. He's attacking me like I'm a damn deer in his hunt."

The black dragon which was standing still suddenly swung his body around with all his strength and his tail like a whip struck the golden one right in the head. In an instant the collapsed body flew further on inertia until it crashed into the ground in a painfully unnatural pose.

"Amateur".

The black dragon cast a farewell glance at the broken wind generator and headed for the wheelbarrow.

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The golden dragon slowly regained consciousness.

• Grr... Where am I?

• Shh, be quiet and have some water.

When he saw a bucket of fresh water in front of him, he dipped his head into it and drank greedily. His head was spinning and his thoughts were confused so the pleasant-tasting water was very helpful. When he had quenched his thirst he focused on the black dragon that was carrying the bucket to the corner of the stony room. A cave, electric lights, the faint hum of fans.

• You don't remember anything do you? Yeah well you challenged me to a duel falsely accused me of kidnapping and raping your girlfriend

Golden suddenly yanked.

• Niorgilth!

He clearly hadn't yet realised why he couldn't move. Putting down the bucket the black dragon stood up on all four paws and slowly walked on as he continued to speak.

• Yeah yeah Nio-whatever. Never mind. Anyway, you lost the duel and so now you are my captive. So, there you have it.

• Where is she? Is she still alive?

• You still don't get it, do you? She ain't never been here.

• But... But you said... You're lying! Prove it!

• You're in no position to demand anything. On the other paw why not? I'm going to rape you pal.

• Me? But I'm a male - the meaning of the words seems to have eluded him so far.

• You see, I'm into males, that is why I wouldn't rape your girlfriend. Here's your proof. Am I acquitted your Honour? - Black wheezed, laughing at his own joke.

Golden started to yank and only then he saw that he was tied to a strange device. It was like a dragon bed with a mattress but with a system of straps that were supposed to securely fasten all parts of his dragon body. He was lying on his back, wings placed in notches and securely fastened. Tail pulled down and tied. His hind paws were spread, his front paws folded and attached to his chest. Everything about this device made it clear that there was no point in resisting. But he resisted anyway, yanking, tearing, trying to bite. To no avail, part of his neck and head were free but he couldn't reach the straps with his teeth. Everything was calculated by someone's diabolical mind.

As if reading his thoughts, the black dragon explained it in a casual tone:

• A group of human adventurers were ordered to take me alive. They didn't make it.

He gave a meaningful look and stroked the metal slat of the device. The nameplate read "Property of Siotuss Asylum".

• The trophy.

The dragon walked to the base of the golden one's tail and without further ado placed his front paw on the faintly visible horizontal line in his scaly armour, caressing it. His clawed fingers opened the slit, revealing the red flesh of the entrance to the cloaca.

• You sick freak! Stop it!

• Come on don't be afraid, this kind of relationship is almost no longer taboo nowadays.

The black dragon reveled in the helplessness of his victim. As his finger touched the tender, defenseless skin of the tightly clenched cloaca, he grinned, clenched his teeth and sucked air through them noisily throwing his head up in pleasure. Between the lifted scales the cloaca had the appearance of some sort of lips that pulsed slightly as if they wanted to kiss. He couldn't resist the urge and bent over to let his tongue lick them, feeling their supple softness, followed by the tightly clenched walls of the cloaca that were trying to keep the intruder out. It was obvious that no one had ever penetrated this virgin cloaca before. While the golden boy was unconscious, he had washed him thoroughly with water and shampoo, so in addition to the slight musky smell and taste of male lust, he was inhaling the scent of wildflowers.

Enjoying the sensations his tongue and nostrils gave him, he was so engrossed that he almost didn't hear his victim's protests and empty threats until he felt the cloaca twist open revealing the penis, or rather phallus hidden inside. It looked like a prehensile cone that tapered towards the end without head and covered with rare small bumps. With each throbbing it grew larger and larger until at the base there were two small knots that kept it from hiding back.

• Look at him posing as such a prude - murmured the black

The golden dragon fell silent and looked at his phallus with astonishment which was again followed by outrage.

• No I'm not like you! Stop it, you disgust me!

• There's no need to be shy about it, it's fine.

There was no sympathy in the reddish eyes, just a sneer. The golden one suddenly realised everything. The bucket!

• You drugged me, didn't you?! You drugged me with some shit!

Meanwhile, the black one was licking golden's phallus, wrapping his tongue around it, running his tongue over the bumps and tasting the very tip, whose hole was already oozing pheromone-rich pre. He made a satisfied rumbling noise in response to the question, implying that he wasn't ruling anything out. Then his tongue moved lower, groping the even more tightly clenched entrance of the cloaca beneath the base of the phallus. A coldness somewhere below. Ah, it was his own already painfully swollen phallus touching the metal leg of the bed. Then he looked at the golden one, he was saying something or perhaps shouting. His kind are notoriously proud, you can't say a word to them. They think a lot of themselves. I can't stand it anymore. I'll take him right now. A spasm of impatience ran through his black body at the thought of taking such a majestic creature. - And I'll make him watch.

He quit his busy work and rushed to the leather muzzle that lay nearby. His phallus rubbed against the scales of his belly in impatience.

Without letting the golden speak, he clenched his jaws and put the muzzle on harshly. Then forcefully bent his neck and attached the muzzle to the front paws bound on his chest.

Golden could no longer move and all he could do now was flare his nostrils in hatred and glare angrily at his abuser. But he would give him no such pleasure, no, he would act indifferent. Those like this blackscaled do not feed on the pleasure of copulation, no, they are mental vampires and that is what he will deprive him of.

Meanwhile, the black dragon was already climbing onto the bed himself, fitting the tip of his phallus with the defenseless hole of the cloaca. Its resistance was weaker than he thought and so he pushed forward. Golden's body shuddered but he only closed his eyes and did not resist any longer.

"Ha! Challenging me? Wonderful I just love it!" - thought the black dragon. He knew from personal experience that unlike the female cloaca whose walls are elastic and adapted to the eggs passing through it, the male cloaca is completely different. Its walls are rough and can hardly resist stretching, and therefore the penetration must be very soft and gentle. Especially if it's the first time. That's why the black dragon hastily smeared his phallus with ointment and began to ruthlessly thrust it like a spear to the very bottom. The bumps that clenched it, trying to stop the invader, only made it more pleasurable.

The golden one's body was convulsing but he didn't let it show, his honour and pride wouldn't let him. What could not be said of the black one, he did not hide his delight. His jaws were open to the maximum, tongue out, with one front paw and one wing he held onto the bed, the finger of the other wing massaged the entrance to his own cloaca and the other front paw lightly clutched at the golden's phallus. He then began to slowly lift his pelvis withdrawing his phallus as if to give cherished relief to the genitals shuddering in pain. Suddenly, after gathering his strength, he pushed it roughly forward and backwards again, forward and backwards, his pelvis made frictions and his teeth clenched with eagerness.

At first the golden tried to ignore the pain, but his body betrayed him. The muscles of his cloaca tried to adapt, but they couldn't, a desire that was soon transferred to the muscles of his body. His whole being reflexively trying to evade the growing pain, or at least to find the least painful position, began to twist his body. With each exhalation came groans which soon turned into desperate squeals.

There was no trace of his prideful desire to win even in such a hopeless state. Now he whined like a dog as long as his lungs could hold him, searching his eyes pleadingly for something to give him relief.

Without realising it, however, that was his salvation. If the pose of indifference had merely aroused the black dragon, the pleading squeals had ignited a fiery tornado in him. He squeezed the golden one's phallus with force, then let it go and grabbed his horns with both front paws, holding on with his wings and tail. Now the whole body was making frictions, their thighs touching with a squelching sound, and the hard red wall of the cloaca clung to the sharply pulled meat, only to be driven back in. After only a dozen such frictions the tip of the black dragon's phallus caught on a particularly bulging bump, a thought flashed through his mind as if the golden one's father was now looking down on his son with contempt and it was already too much. He sank his teeth into the muzzle with force, his mouth feeling the intermittent but fresh breath from the golden's nostrils and began to cum. With each friction the cloaca was filled with more and more seed, the last time he thrust his hips with such force that he pushed through even the knots, which usually did not happen, noting with pleasure the gurgling throat sounds. The black dragon's eyes went dark and it was as if a dam had burst in his head. He felt like he had a catharsis and for a moment he was truly blissful.

Not daring to desecrate such a pure moment of his life he did not allow himself any unnecessary thoughts but simply slid to the stony floor exhausted. The knot was torn out of the ruined cloaca becoming the final chord of this short but stormy symphony of humiliation and pain.

So they both lay there coming to their senses, consumed with emotion. The golden one's cloaca clenched convulsively but the storm gradually subsided.

After a few minutes, the black dragon stood up and opened the muzzle with a lazy movement. The golden one's head fell out of it, hanging listlessly on his neck. He opened his mouth wide breathing heavily, saliva dripping from his throat. Suddenly he felt the slap of a wing on his cloaca. His phallus was still erect, and the skin, irritated by the friction, was swollen so that the scales could not meet.

• Ready for round two?

• No! Please don't don't I beg you please sir mister sir don't don't hurt me don't hurt me don't hurt me...

He sobbed barely able to pronounce the words because his jaw was slack. Dragons can't cry but the expression on his face was as if he was about to become the first exception. Black moved towards the tail.

• But I want more, you have such a velvet...

• No no no NO NO NO NO NO!

The golden one started twitching again, even though nobody had even touched him yet. The shock of the experience and the very possibility of experiencing it again was too much.

• All right all right, just shut it up already - he slapped his scaly golden cheek forcing silence.

• Here's what we're gonna do. I'll put this extender into your mouth and then I'll put another thing in your mouth. And you'll lick it with your tongue and you'll do your best. And I have to like it for your own sake. Is that clear to you? Yes? Then give me that sweet mouth of yours.

The black dragon inserted a device into the golden dragon's mouth apparently designed only to treat teeth. The two plates were meant to open the jaws and prevent them from closing. Then he began to turn the expanding knob until the jaws opened painfully wide.

• Iks huks hkah hkak hkak huks!

His tongue reflexively groped the metal plates, desperate to relieve the pressure.

• Of course it 'hufps' - the black mocked but surprised at his sudden impulse of kindness slightly loosened the mechanism.

• Go ahead already - he said, tail raised and brought the yellow head to his crotch and opened his cloaca with the fingers of his wings.

The golden hesitantly stuck out his tongue and began to lick it ineptly. There was a clear look of disgust on his face, but he didn't dare to refuse. The sensation was pleasant but too weak.

• Come on, stick it right in.

He obediently passed the "lips" and penetrated the hole. The black's cloaca was not so tight and easily fit his tongue, giving his owner nothing but pleasure. His phallus began to come out again, each bump touching the tongue sending pleasurable pulses. He began to do a little dance with his hind legs and twist his pelvis slightly, closing his eyes. Suddenly an image reappeared in his eyes. A golden dragon already without any straps standing on half bent legs behind him with his tongue in his cloaca. Look at it. A proud and powerful creature, free as the wind, intelligent, strong, practically ageless, inspiring terror in the lower beings. Look all of you! What is this being doing now? Are you afraid now? Do you now admire this creature whose scales shine like gold? Nearby stand other dragons of all colours from all clans. But father is the most disappointed. Is this what I raised you for? Is this why I taught you? To become like this? You are not a male! You're not a dragon!

No, he's not a dragon now, he's just a bitch! Yes! He's just a gutless, humiliated and lowlife breeding bitch!

The painful throbbing of the black dragon's swollen phallus seemed to wake him up.

He turned round suddenly.

• Give it here bitch!

He yanked the knob with a jerk, pulled off the extender, took the golden one by the jaws with his front paws and forced its throat onto his phallus. He lost his head again and fucked himself with his throat like a sextoy.

• Something you want to say huh? You want to breathe huh?

The flexible end of the phallus groped the spasming throat, finding the most tender spots. Luckily dragons don't have a gag reflex.

• Thought you were gonna fuck your fiancée tonight right? How's that for your "heavenly dance" huh bitch!? You picked a fight with ME! You thought you could be so nice and proper, didn't you? You just gave me no choice, golden boy!

His response to his tirade was nothing but suppressed wheezes and a desperate rush of air from his nostrils. He closed his eyes in horror.

• You haven't even kissed her, have you? I'm giving you your first kiss then! I'm giving you a lifetime of memories!

He bent his head, picked up the dangling tongue of the golden one with his wing finger and pulled it into his mouth, wrapping it around his own, knowing the familiar taste. He moaned.

One by one spurts of cum were sent down the golden one's throat as the black one bit down lightly on the tongue, savouring every second of it.

This orgasm wasn't as strong as the first, so he simply let out the bitten tongue, tossed the abused head and moved off to the far corner of the cave to drink some cold lemonade.

Black was in an exhausted but wonderful state of mind. He could hear coughing sounds and wheezing coming from behind him. Golden wasn't as hurt as last time but he felt he was almost ready to break because the second time blackscaled had raped him mentally. He didn't feel like looking for Niorgilth anymore. He didn't feel like continuing their journey. He just wanted to curl up in a ball somewhere and not think about anything. Forget himself. Imagine it had happened to someone else.

After a drink and a bite of jerky, black dragon walked over to the bed and began to loosen the straps. He knew that in his current state, Golden wouldn't even be able to defeat a rat in a fight.

• Get up tourist. We've played enough.

He slapped him on the head to speed him up.

Devastated and broken the golden dragon mechanically stood up and staggered towards the light that was the exit from the cave.

Walking a little way through the grass they soon returned to the site of their duel. Black stopped and Golden staggered further with his head down and without even making an attempt to take off. His phallus was still erect from the drug.

• You've got a fine cloaca. Come again!

The black dragon shouted at him. Suddenly the golden one stopped, turned round, inhaled a full lungful of air and shouted back:

• You! You are pure evil!!!

Then he walked down the slope again.

At such a naive, almost childish insult, the Black literally burst into laughter.

• This is a free land, mate! Do what you want 'cause a pirate lives free. I am a...

Suddenly he remembered the broken wind generator and the almost dead battery.

• Pirate - he added in a disappointed tone.