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Sexual domination wasn't a purely physical act. Anyone with experience could tell you that trapping someone's body was easy, but keeping their mind in the palm of your hand was no small task.

In that sense, Trent was playing well above his pay grade, as he continued rubbing the heel of his thumb against an eagerly stretched pucker, while denying the slim, timid man on the other end the kind of penetration he really wanted.

"Your heart is in the right place," Nicky was careful of his words, "But I promise that I'm warmed up enough to take it!"

For the last few minutes, Trent wasn't saying anything. The thick, domineering dragon was just pressing his thumb against the shallow puddle of lube that was settled over the birth of Nicky's asshole, occasionally adding more pressure to it, but never actually penetrating the smaller male, much less giving him the instrument that he was really after.

"I'm well aware of that," Trent finally did reply, as the very tip of his thumb, claw and all, began seeping down into the eager passage. "Doesn't mean that I'm in the mood to give it to you just yet.

Though it had since dried onto his skin, Nicky could still feel the warmth of the massive load of draconic seed that spilled across his fair, human face. He'd been eagerly watching Trent's length the entire time since, knowing that it would be stiff again before too long.

It had been throbbing for a few minutes already, and yet, the dragon continued to keep his hips at a distance, torturing Nicky with the prospect of being speared on such a thick and pleasurable rod without giving any indication of when that would happen.

The restraints upon the body of the slim, timid human were just means to an end, for Trent to complete his mental torture.

"What?! What more do I have to do for you?" Nicky failed miserably at keeping his frustrations in, but he wasn't just playing a role anymore, as so many others did at the leather bar where they met. These reactions were real , and that was just what Trent was going for. "How much more cum do I have to drink before you'll...just...f-fuck me already?"

With bound legs propped up over his shoulder, Trent easily could have leaned forward at the hip and speared Nicky on the head on his cock. Effective as the ropes were, they acted as more of an aesthetic than anything, as the human had no chance to overpower the dragon who'd come home with him, if it came to a contest of force.

Nicky also knew that nothing he could do would force the dragon to actually act on his desires, but if he changed his tune now and pretended not to want it, Trent would see right through the charade and make him wait even longer.

"Sorry, but when did you ever get the feeling that you were in a position to ask favors?" Trent asked, knowing that he could do whatever he wanted with Nicky, anymore. "You've got some gusto, I'll give you that...but that's not how we get what we want, little bitch."

That single question was going to leave Nicky waiting longer than he'd ever anticipated, and just to drive the point home, Trent pressed the sharp, unique tip of his draconic length to the stretched, gaping entrance of Nicky's passage and eased against it for a moment, but just before the impressive flesh could penetrate him, Trent eased back and dropped the human's bound legs upon the bed with a bouncing thump.

"Trent, p-please stop teasing me like this...it's driving me insane!"

Bound into a tight little package for Trent to play with, Nicky's member echoed his sentiments with a series of quick, powerful throbs as it pointed out from his rope-clad form; the only part of him currently able to stand up straight or move much at all. Trent ogled it gleefully and enjoyed the slow, lazy sight of a single bead of precum running down the underside of the shaft, but he wasn't in the mood to give pleasure just yet, as much as he was to take it.

"You really think I'm teasing you? You're quite a silly little boy, Nicky. I've barely started teasing..."

The thought of things somehow getting worse made Nicky tremble as much as his ropes would allow, and the quivering of his trapped figure made Trent snicker with sadistic glee. "But this has been going on for over an hour!"

"Not quite," Trent corrected him. "It just feels a little longer because you're so eager to have your tight, little hole ruined...but as I told you before, I don't really think you've earned that."

Nicky was beside himself, trying to figure the best way to please his new master and earn himself the deep, internal cumshot that he felt he was due, but Trent revealed so little about himself in the short time they'd known each other, and in truth, he knew next to nothing about dragons, and what they really liked.

So far, their sexual interested seemed to line up, but Nicky couldn't help wondering if there was something more he could do to sway Trent's favor.

"Let me earn it...master?"

To that point, they hadn't given their short relationship any official titles, but if Nicky wasn't able to feel the deep, pleasurable strokes of Trent's cock, he could at least try to stroke the dragon's ego.

Trent was grinning from ear to ear at the title, and his fangs glistened like blades of diamond against a pitch-black sky. "I could get used to that...but there's a lot more to getting your way than calling me the right name," Trent replied. "We'll get to the good stuff, but I haven't had my fun yet."

Nicky would have been insulted, and he should have been, as Trent utterly neglected to praise his oral efforts.

It was lucky that he was into being degraded.

"If getting your cock sucked isn't fun enough, I'm afraid of what will be."

"You probably should be afraid," Trent admitted, and the fact that he was so nonchalant about it was slightly more unnerving than if he tried to play up the fear. "And you should probably get a deep breath in."

The lack of draconic education left Nicky to seize up in his bondage as the wall of fangs spread apart and Trent climbed up over the tiny human, straddling his thighs. He could feel _painfully_hot breath pouring over his face as the dragon drew closer still, and for a moment, he truly believed that the dragon was just using him to get his rocks off before enjoying a brief meal.

The puff of smoke that followed wasn't meant to choke Nicky completely, but his dragon master enjoyed the sight of him wincing and struggling to breathe as smoke poured over his face and down his throat.

"You've got quite a mouth on you, Nicky. I can't have my little pet sassing me back all the time when you don't get your way," Trent was kind enough to explain his punishment, but that didn't stop him from blowing another puff of smoke right over Nicky's coughing, gagging mouth. "Until you learn your place properly, I'm not gonna fuck your ass. I'll tease it, abuse it, and leave you hanging on the edge of my every word, but until you learn to fully submit to me...I'm not fucking it."

Nicky made a classic mistake of revealing too much of what he wanted too soon, but he never could have guessed the level of sadism that lurked in Trent's mind. The forced blowjob back at the leather bar only lead Nicky to believe that the dragon was a dominant type who wasn't afraid to go after what he wanted.

It wasn't a strong enough showing for the human to be worried about this level of mental gymnastics.

"Wh..._kff..._what more can I do?" he was almost afraid to ask, but whether he earned his way to deep, hard fuck or not, he needed to stop the smoke signals before they became unbearable.

Naturally, Trent wouldn't put Nicky in too much danger, but he wasn't afraid to push the envelope with his new toy, especially as he got used to his new body.

The strange, distant voice in the back of his mind was getting progressively softer, drifting down from the whisper it started as to little more than a memory. Trent didn't know that it was the darker side of his mind competing with what was left of his old body, Trisha...and even if he did, he was too far gone to save her, or stop him.

Dying without a whimper, the last of Trent's restraint faded into a darkness much thicker than the smoke that poured from his nostrils. "You ask that as if you think you've done so much," Trent murmured, his voice dripping with disapproval. "Perhaps you just can't be taught, Nicky. Maybe I just need to spend the rest of the night smoking you out..."

Subtle, wispy trails of dark vapor were still dropping over Nicky's face as Trent laid out the possibilities of the night, and the poor human was left to sit and choke on the lot of it, unable to break free from the ropes that kept his arms above his head. Even if his legs weren't bound, Trent was straddling him and soaking his chest with a small puddle of precum, dripping from the end of the draconic length that he so desperately wanted to feel inside.

He was beginning to think that there was nothing he could do to sway the dragon, and his efforts to keep the smoke out of his mouth were easily bested by the grip of an open palm against the side of his face, caressing it delicately.

"M...Master?"

Trent was smiling, and for the first time since they met, there wasn't a devilish intent in the pits of his eyes.

What started as a brief and gentle kiss quickly grew in depth, and passion began to boil over as Trent's muzzle kept Nicky's head pinned back to the pillows. The human melted inside all over again, swayed easily the lustful exchange, but when their lips moved over each other and Trent's tongue pried Nicky's tender pair apart, he was greeted with a plume of smoke, complete with the natural flavors of the dragon's essence.

Trent hadn't changed a bit: he was just getting better at hiding what he really was.

Nicky started wheezing almost immediately as Trent pulled away, but the dragon placed a single, large claw against the lips of his new pet and watched closely, wondering just what kind of effort Nicky would put to keeping the searing heat contained.

"Drink it all down...trust me on this one," Trent instructed, watching as smoke began to ooze from Nicky's face, pouring out of his nostrils as if he was the dragon of the pair. "Once you get used to the burn, you'll be addicted to it."

The human could think of no other way to 'drink' the smoke than the swallow all the air in his mouth, and with wincing eyes, he did just that, absorbing the smoke down into his esophagus. He could feel the painful heat swirling around in his lungs as he coughed around Trent's digit, and little trails of excess carbon dioxide puffed out of his mouth as if he'd been smoking a cigarette.

His eyes watered from the burning sensation as he stared up at the dragon, defeated in every sense of the word and having learned that all of this was just an exercise in obedience; judging by the pool of precum that was starting to run down his smooth, shaven torso, it was one that Trent was enjoying more than he'd ever let on.

"Come on, Nicky. I know you want to say something," Trent was just trying to get Nicky to slip up by then, but as the last of the smoke poured from his face, Nicky just gazed up at Trent with the same pleading look that he'd been wearing the whole evening.

He would share that look with Trent for as long as it took, but he'd learned the cost of his words, and submissively as he could, he shook his head.

"Is that right? I gotta be honest, I still don't believe you," Trent claimed, "But I think that you're learning your place, at least. I suppose that deserves some kind of reward."

Nicky didn't think it would be that much easier to breathe when Trent stood up from his lap, but he sucked in a deep, clean breath all the same; he never knew that the plain, old air of his apartment could be so refreshing to breathe. "A reward, Master?" he asked, knowing exactly what he wanted it to be, but he tried to keep his hopes from getting any higher than they had before.

The ropes around his legs were coming untied slowly as Trent knelt at the edge of Nick's bed, but they still weren't free to move. They were simply pulled apart and then wrapped up by the dragon's massive arms, settled on either side of Trent's hips.

For all of his begging and pleading, Nicky didn't know how to react when his rump was lifted and his asshole was prodded sharply by the tip of Trent's cock. "Yes, a reward," Trent repeated himself, his eyes narrowed on his pet. "Two minutes of deep, brutal penetration...that's all you get."

As long as he had to work to get that much attention, one part of Nicky's mind felt like it was being cheated.

The true, submissive part of his mind was just glad for the opportunity, and his lips curled into a bashful smile as the tip of the thick, draconic member finally spread his eager passage and pierced it with greater ease than either of them expected.

Trent didn't know the true extent of his teasing until he saw a small geyser of cum spray from the tip of Nicky's own length, and no matter how Nicky tried to bite his lower lip and squirm, he couldn't keep it from continuing. His cock soaked itself with the mess just from that little bit of penetration, but his expression was fearful as Trent watched the show.

"Such a little sneak...stealing an orgasm like that. I never said you could cum," Trent reminded him, but for the sake of his own physical pleasure, he wasn't going to pull out. "Just one minute for you, then."

A pathetic whimper of orgasmic bliss was all the response that Nicky could manage. The ridges that he'd felt in his throat before were finally teasing the tight, stretched rim of his asshole, pushing his body to the limits one at a time, with a subtle gap of relief between each spike.

Nicky didn't _need_that to draw out the depths of his orgasm, but he'd have been a fool to complain about it. "Y-yes...Master... yes!" he cried out, accepting his fate and praising the dragon in the same breath.

There was no turning back for the submissive human; he'd gladly own up to the fact that he was a dragon's pet if asked, and with just half of the length buried in his ass, his mind was jumping ahead to when he'd be gaping from the sheer girth of it.

He was sad to think that he'd ever be without Trent's cock inside of him, and he savored the moments as they began to pile up.

"Half a minute left," Trent murmured, keeping time in his head so that he could control when the reward was complete. It would have been terribly cruel for him to cut things short and pretend that he was actually counting.

The dragon wasn't that cruel just yet, but if Nicky ever came without permission again, he wouldn't give it a second thought.

"Just a f-few seconds," Trent groaned through the slow thrusts. Being the dominant party, he didn't have to follow his own rules if he didn't want to, and his body was bulky; he could pretend that his momentum was too much to stop.

For that excuse to be valid, however, he had to pummel the skinny little human.

" Master! N-not so_haaaard..._" Nicky's protests started out genuine, but the undertones of pleasure quickly turned to heavenly overtones. He knew that he'd never been stretched to such a point, and the ridges made for difficult penetration...but the pace was up to Trent.

What started as a slow and easy draw turned to a deep and punishing rhythm without any warning. Nicky sucked in a gasp and prepared for the pain but found that his body was capable of more than he knew. Even when it seemed that he was going to be torn in half, he was up to the task, and it was worth it to feel the massive, swollen orbs of the dragon slapping against the underside of his smooth, bare rump.

Trent's past life and secret inexperience caught up with him after just a few punishing thrusts, but he'd taken control of Nicky's mind, and that was the bigger part of the equation as he pulled his length free, allowing Nicky to gape, his asshole clenching for a cock and coming up with nothing but air.

The hail of draconic seed was every bit as hot as the smoke that poured from his nostrils, and Nicky twitched with the feel of each streak across his ticklish skin, drawing true pleasure from being marked by his master.

"Since you didn't feel like w-waiting for your master," Trent was doing his best to remain intimidating in the midst of his climax, "You can just wear my cum for a while."

Creamy trails of white were rolling down over his scales as he stroked the last of his yield up to the surface, enjoying the feel of it oozing through the ridges on the underside of his length. There was still a lot of self-discovery to do for Trent, who was only just beginning to understand his male figure...but knowing that Nicky would be by his side through it made for a clearer head as the waves of bliss began to fade away.

**

Nicky assured Trent that he could handle cleaning up the mess and thanked him for the wonderful time as the dragon departed his apartment.

To the best of his knowledge, Trent was going to be back to normal soon. He was quick to head back for his own home, but sensitive ears couldn't ignore the buzz of his cell phone as a text came in, only moments after he left the apartment.

Assuming it was Nicky, Trent opened it quickly, but he didn't know the number. The preview of the text was unnerving: "Looks like you made quite a splash last night. See you soon."

Signed with a 'V' at the bottom of the text, Trent went through a mental list of people he knew with that letter as their first initial...and came up empty.