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The Pleasure of Rage

For Sanmer

By Draconicon

The sense of pleasure was the first thing that he felt, and it was the one thing that Rage hadn't expected. He groaned, the dragon's eyes tightening for a moment before he blinked them open.

The second thing he felt was pressure on his body, the sense of restraints and bindings that kept him from moving. He growled under his breath, and for a moment, thought that he had lost his fight against Paladin, that the unicorn had brought him in.

But why would he be feeling someone's mouth on his cock, if that was the case?

The dragon blinked again, clearing the film from his eyes, and looked down as much as the bindings around his neck allowed him. He grunted, his eyes going wider as he saw the source of his pleasure.

"Beamer?"

The name wasn't so accurate. It was something stupid, like Laser-Eyes or something like that, but Beamer was the nickname that heroes and villains alike had given the buck at his feet. The hero had gone missing some time ago, almost a month back, and nobody had heard from him again. Most of them thought that he'd retired, something about wanting to get time off while he still had his health.

It was...Rather hot to see him on his knees, though.

The dragon groaned, his toes curling slightly as he felt the buck's mouth working down his cock, sucking along the shaft and nuzzling slightly at the base. Every so often, Beamer would turn his head, letting the dragon's cock rub against the insides of his cheeks, and he groaned when he felt the tip slide into the back of the buck's throat.

"Fucking hell..."

He growled again, clenching his fists. He could feel the rage that usually powered his anger sliding down, making it harder to feel as strong as usual. The dragon tried reaching out for it, thinking that he needed the strength - or would need it - but the pleasure of the blowjob kept it at bay, at least for now.

As the buck kept bobbing his head, he looked around. A lab, that much was clear, was the place he'd been taken. It was difficult to tell where, but...but it was definitely not one of the labs that the police used, or one of the heroes. Too sterile, too clean, too...captivating, for that, he thought. It was probably something that belonged to another villain.

Which meant that he was either fucked, or in good hands.

Hoping for the latter, he let himself enjoy the mouth around his shaft. Wet, slippery, and eager, it bobbed faster and faster, sucking his dick down and pulling it into the depths of the buck's throat. He groaned, his pleasure rising, his cock throbbing harder and harder. Rage let himself go, rather than controlling it, and he felt his orgasm right around the corner.

"Hmmm, letting yourself loose, already?"

The strange voice came from the intercom rather than anyone in the room. Rage grunted, looking around, but there was nothing to be seen.

"Oh, don't worry about me. I'm just enjoying the show. Are you enjoying the feeling of a super's mouth around your cock?"

"Mmmph...it...ain't bad."

"No, it's not. He's quite well-trained, but a little bit nervous, still. I can see that he is having some difficulty with his techniques."

"Heh...ain't got any complaints here."

"Going to cum soon?"

"Should I?"

"I think you should. It will give you an advantage in the competition to come."

Figuring he could go out on a limb here, the dragon let his control waver. The pleasure that he'd been holding at bay rushed forward, and he groaned, arching his back slightly against the metal table behind him, thrusting an inch or so down Beamer's throat. The buck pressed his face forward, nose and lips pressed flat against the dragon's crotch, and swallowed eagerly, sucking down everything that he had to give.

Rage slipped back again, panting softly at the feelings of pleasure running through him. It had been a rather pleasant sensation, getting sucked off like that. He chuckled, shaking his head a few times, and looked back towards the ceiling.

"Heh, what about you? Enjoy that, mister mystery?"

"Indeed. Now, I think it's time that you get set up for our little game."

The door opened, and a white fox in a lab coat - and not much else - stepped into the room. For a second - for a split second - Rage thought that the fox might have been an assistant to the voice on the intercom. But the villain hadn't gotten this far by giving people too little credit. He saw the slightly cocky tilt of the head, the way that the fox smirked, the utter domination in his walk.

"You?"

"Figured it out already?"

"Know you're in charge."

"More than most do. Now, open your mouth."

The fox had a great many things in his pockets, and some were beyond anything that Rage recognized. He stared at the gags, the bondage balls, and even some sort of rubber ball that squirmed and extended tendrils all on its own. The fox emptied his pockets over a nearby countertop, as if searching for the things that he wanted.

Eventually, he pulled out a few things that the dragon did recognize. The muscular dragon groaned as he felt his mouth get forced open by a gag, and had to fight his own instincts to not bite down on it and break it down. The fox chuckled, pushing it further back than the dragon liked, and he growled under his breath, glaring up at the scientist. The white fox chuckled again, patting his head.

"Don't worry. You be good, and you'll get all sorts of rewards. There's more than one hero around here, after all, and if you do good...well, perhaps you'll get that unicorn that you were fighting as a cock sucker."

"Mmmph?"

"Oh, yes, he's here. Just across the way, actually."

That was interesting. Rather interesting indeed, for that matter. He growled as he considered it. Paladin had been a thorn in his side for a very long time, and while he respected the unicorn's fighting abilities, he was too much a goody two-shoes for the pair of them to ever be more than fighting rivals. But that...

"Of course, there are costs to that, but you'll hear about that in a minute."

Rage grunted, listening carefully as the fox continued to outfit him. His balls were pulled on, dragged down a bit by a ball-stretcher attached to some weights. They were left that way for a while, dragging down, pulled away from his cock, and he wondered why. There was no reason that he could see.

Then again, this guy's a bigger pervert than most of us, he thought, chuckling for a moment before groaning as the weight on his balls increased.

"Now, you'll have to make sure that you listen to my directions, Rage. You don't want to be a bad subject for me, do you?"

"Mmmph."

"You get rewards if you're good. And if you aren't..."

Looking down at the buck, the fox shook his head. Rage got the message. Bad behavior made one a bottom, good behavior allowed one at least a few rewards from the bottoms. It was something he'd have to remember.

Still...

The dragon took a few deep breaths around the gag as his cock was fondled, slowly rubbed with some sort of slime that made him tingle and throb. It wasn't so much like he was getting harder as much as he was getting bigger. Some sort of science goop that was causing him to grow, he imagined.

He heard the fox scientist explaining that the goo had some sort of chemical-nanite combination, something that seeped into the shaft and fed off of blood flow and excitement to increase and engorge a male's shaft, even in a flaccid state, but he didn't pay much attention. The sense of pleasure that came from his cock growing without even getting hard yet was something that was fascinating and fun enough. He didn't need a reason as to how it worked.

As his shaft was slowly slid into a tube, something plastic and long, he could feel just how big he had become. It was at least as long as his forearm, now, and reaching almost all the way down to his knees. That was massive, even compared to his previous shaft, and he groaned as he felt the milker clamp down around the base of his cock.

"Alright, that should have your balls stretched enough to give you a little advantage."

"Mmmph?"

"Oh, while you villains aren't quite up to my standards, you're closer than the heroes are. I don't mind giving you something of a boost, heh."

The fox reached down, undoing the ball stretchers, and the dragon groaned past the gag as the weight came off. The feeling of his balls slowly rising back up actually started to give him a new hard-on, and that seemed to impress the fox, too.

Despite everything, Rage was fighting himself. The idea of submitting to someone else was not exactly appealing, particularly with the things that he had heard about this stranger that had been kidnapping heroes and villains. The thought of submitting himself to someone else, even someone that was, so far, taking care of him and ensuring his victory was against his general outlook. He was the strong one. He was the one on top.

But...

To get Paladin under me...

"I hope you'll consider listening to my instructions. Being a pet is a lot better than being a slave...and I make sure that my pets get very, very good rewards," the fox said, smiling as he left the room.

Pet, slave...or something else? Rage wondered. Because he damn well has something else...someone that smart always does...

The question was, what was it? And was it worth going for, over the other options?

The End