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The Pleasures of Control

For bondjamesbond

By Draconicon

Thyero was a...well, one might call it being a 'guest' of Argus Labs. One might have called it a hub world, and they would have been correct, both for the planetary style of definition and in a more old-style game version of the definition. He was technically a guest, technically something of a test subject, and the feathered dragon was mostly happy with that.

Mostly.

As he pottered about his own chambers, starting to put together a bit of a meal for himself, he felt the tell-tale tingles that meant that the lab's owner, a purple dragon named Argus, would be there soon. The feathered dragon gritted his teeth, waiting for the first -

"GAH! Mmmph...fuck..."

The first shove of his own tail up his ass was more than enough to tell him that Argus was going to be coming down in a kinky mood, and he better be ready for it. It wasn't easy turning off the various burners on the stove when his tail was fucking him with only dubious consent from him, but considering that this wasn't the first time that it had happened, he was able to deal with it without going too far over the edge.

Not too far.

As soon as the burners were off, the feathered dragon took a moment to catch his breath. The sauces were going to be useless tonight, no longer part of the meal, but the roast should still be good. He panted as his tail picked up speed, huffing under his breath as he looked at the timer that was beside the oven.

Six...six minutes. Should be here...before that...

And as long as the purple dragon was here before that, then the roast should be salvageable. Should be.

He looked up at the reflective screen above the oven. It wasn't a mirror, of course, but rather a semi-console, something that responded to voice commands and allowed him to display various recipes and more in there. He had been using it to make sure that he was doing the sauces right, but this time, he actually used it as a mirror.

Looking back at him was a feathered dragon with white feathers on his chin and the underside of his neck, black feathers on the side of his neck and along the top of his wings, and a tan-brown color that served as a ruff of sorts on the top of his head and neck. He had long horns, two of them, each of which split into two points towards the middle of the horn length, and a long-ish neck for a bipedal dragon.

The rest of his body was already starting to shake from the tail play going on down there, and worse, from the general sense of helplessness that followed. He groaned, his fingers curling into claws against the countertop, feeling the urge to lean forward and let his tail really go to town on him.

It only got worse when the invisible fingers that always followed started working through his cock and balls, teasing it upwards, out of its sheath and making it stand out, hard and proud. They always got him good and stiff before Argus arrived, but they never let him finish. Hell, he wasn't sure if he had finished outside of a wet dream in the couple of weeks that he had been living here. Ever since he'd lost his humanity to one of Argus's experiments, his cock and balls had been under lock and key.

Not that he usually minded very much, but in moments like this? Yeah. He minded.

He was on the verge of sliding right off the counter when the door to his quarters opened. The soft tap-tap of claws against the floor announced the purple dragon, and when he leaned around the corner, the mischievous smile on his face made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing to the poor feathered dragon. Thyero groaned.

"Come on...let...let me at least...get the roast out."

"I don't know. You didn't really follow orders last time," Argus said with a smirk.

"Mmmph...it's going - ah!"

His tail managed to curl just enough that the feathers on the top were able to tickle at his prostate, teasing it in a way that he wasn't ready for. His cheeks burned as hot as the sun as he struggled to drag himself forward, or back, or something. Anything to get away, anything to get some mercy.

"Please!"

"Oh, alright. Fine. Just for the sake of dinner, though."

There was no gesture, no remote. It was all done through the implants and the facility's connection between those inside it. Argus thought something, and all of a sudden, his tail was under his control again. Thyero wasted no time, opening the oven and pulling out a large roast turkey, putting it down on the counter and shutting the oven off.

No sooner had he done so than the invisible hands returned, making it clear that Argus wasn't just here for a friendly visit. Thyero hurried to the rising table, sitting down just as the chairs lifted from the floor.

"Looks like you're not doing so well, my friend," Argus said with a grin.

"Mmmph...making it hard on me."

"Oh, I'm just playing."

"Hmmph."

"Besides, you didn't exactly follow through on my orders, like I said."

"What orders?"

"That date?"

"Nnngh...what date?" he groaned, feeling his tail curling around and sliding right back into his hole. "I don't remember anything about -"

"Irikelo? The gryphon? Your coworker?"

"..."

He remembered then, of course. The talon-armed, brown and cream-feathered gryphon had been working with him in some of the other parts of Argus Labs. There'd been a question about going out on a date together, he supposed, but it had been phrased more like an invitation to a one-night stand. The idea of just going out like that had embarrassed him, and he'd turned Irikelo down.

Apparently, that hadn't been what he was supposed to do.

He opened his mouth only to be smashed down by more stimulation, feeling something like a finger pinning his tongue down inside his mouth, followed by the slow strokes of a finger along the base of his cock, almost like it was milking it for something that wasn't there.

"Tut-tut." Argus shook his head. "Irikelo is more senior than you, and he's got the right to ask you for a night out. And besides, I've been telling you that you need a more...adventurous life, remember? Push your limits more."

"But...mmmph...I am..."

"You work and you cook. That's not pushing any limits."

Thyero would beg to differ, considering that his body wasn't under his own control any longer, not to mention that he was being put out to play with someone that he barely knew. He blushed worse as he was made to stand up, his body turned around so that his ass pointed towards the smaller purple dragon. At four-foot-nine, Argus was perhaps the shortest man that Thyero knew.

But that didn't stop him from being the one in charge of everything in the Labs.

Argus grabbed him by the hips, a thought forcing the tail out of the way and bringing that damp feather-duster of a limb down between his legs. Thyero gasped as it joined in the teasing of his cock, making it flick back and forth along his shaft.

"Nnngh...ah..."

"You're going to go on a date with Irik, and that's final."

"Mmmph...but...but..."

"I said, you're going."

POP! In went the other dragon's cock, and while it wasn't that huge - only about five and a half inches - Argus had it amplified not just by his own talents, but by the way that he could fuck with the nervous system of everyone around him. Thyero moaned to the heavens as he felt it going deep right then and there, his eyes closing tight as he was shoved over the counter and fucked.

In and out, in and out that shaft went, the knobbly shape meaning that it made his asshole pop and ripple every time that it went in, and every time that it pulled back. He groaned as it ground against his prostate, his insides feeling two, three, four times as sensitive as usual. His cock dribbled all over the place, leaking its own 'sauce' on the floor. He panted, his toes curling and his claws on the verge of slicing through everything in their path.

"You will go on a date."

"Nnngh..."

"You'll do it, or I'm taking control of that dick of yours and keeping you from cumming for a month."

"Nnngh. FINE!"

"What was that, hmm?" Argus asked, slamming in a bit harder. "I didn't hear you."

"I said fine! I'll do it!"

"That's what I wanted to hear."

Thyero blushed as he was walked through the hallways of Argus Labs, making his way towards the quarters that Irikelo kept. The gryphon was one of those that was a little higher up in the labs, not quite a manager, but getting toward that. He was one of the ones that kept things running, made sure that things did what they were supposed to do, and got more of the meetings with Argus that didn't end up with him getting fucked.

At least, not all the time.

The feathered dragon didn't have a choice in being walked there, either. His body was, once again, under Argus's control, and he swore that the lab owner was taking great glee in embarrassing him by walking him there directly. The feeling of having someone else running his body, moving him around the way that he wanted rather than the way he would have gone - and taking such a direct route, too, dammit - was both embarrassing and a little invasive.

Yet, at the same time, he couldn't say that he hated it. It was just...well, embarrassing.

He made his way through the halls, up a floor or two, and over to the gryphon's dwelling. The door was, of course, shut tight, but all it took was a quick ratta-tat-tat on the door for Irik to open up and look out.

The gryphon was slightly taller than him, though not by much. Only an inch or two, but Irik used it for all it was worth, looking down at him and smirking. The big guy leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, his head cocked to the side.

"Well, well, well. Looks like you were having second thoughts."

"Well, um, if you're interested in that date still..."

"Of course, but what made you change your mind?"

"Nothing important," he said, even as he could feel his tail twisting about behind him, curled back almost like a handle on a teacup. "Um, can I come inside?"

Before Argus makes me strip in the corridor, was his thought that finished that sentence. It wouldn't be the first time that the purple dragon had decided to make him feel utterly embarrassed in public.

Thankfully, Irik didn't push the power play too far. He stepped to the side and Argus walked through the doorway. His jumpsuit - the main thing that people wore outside of their quarters in the Labs - was already a bit tighter on him than he wanted to think about, and his cock felt like it might start growing up and showing against his belly in short order.

He'd barely taken a step forward when the tingling started hitting him again.

_Oh god, no.

Oh, gods, yes._

That was Argus in his head. Oh, great. So the telepathy link was going to be part of this. Oh, this was going to be just great.

His cheeks burned through his feathers as he realized just how embarrassed he was going to get by the end of this, and it only got worse as one of his hands was made to go down between his legs, pulling at the jumpsuit just enough to give his already-rising cock a chance to slide up against his belly. He bit off a groan.

Come on...it was already going to do that, couldn't you just let me have a few minutes without being embarrassed?

Hmmm...No, not really.

You dick.

Your dick, and it's getting nice and hard, isn't it?

Yes, it was, and that was going to be a real distraction in a few minutes. He groaned as he turned around -

"Eeep!"

Only for Irik to be right there, an arm over the dragon's shoulder against the wall, the gryphon's beak right against his muzzle. He stared straight ahead, his eyes wide and feeling like they were going to pop right out of their sockets if they got any wider.

"Well, I can see one reason why you came back..."

The gryphon's talon-fingers dropped down, rubbing him between his legs. His cheeks burned all the hotter as he felt his cock throbbing upwards, pushing against the front of his jumpsuit, and he couldn't stop himself from moaning.

"Heh, you like that, huh?"

"Mmmph...hard...hard not to..."

"Well, you're going to get more than that."

"Huh?"

"Get on your knees, slut."

Slut. Oh, boy. Oh...boy...

He'd known that Irik was forward, but not that forward. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and then he felt Argus close it for him.

And then, he felt Argus slowly drag him further down, pulling him to go to his knees.

_You're not!

Oh, I am.

But we barely - you can't, not yet!

Watch me._

And he had little choice but to do just that, staring straight ahead as his body went to its knees, as his hands were made to reach for the gryphon's crotch and undo the front of the jumpsuit. He had never, ever imagined that this would go this far, this fast. His cheeks burned hotter than ever as he pulled at the fabric, allowing it to mold around his fingers. It opened up, then -

Sproing.

There was that dick. Good, hot, firm, and more than ready for some attention. His eyes went wider as he felt it warming his fingers, seeing how it was already dripping pre-cum for him.

"There you go, slut. Now, put it in your mouth."

"...Meep."

"You okay, slut?"

"I - mmph!"

And before he could answer, he had his head pushed forward, almost like there was an invisible hand behind his head. He almost gagged as the tip of that shaft went down his muzzle, almost touching the back of his neck on the first bob of his head. He would have coughed, save for the fact that Argus had full control.

Bob, slide, lick. Swallow, then pull back, and then repeat the motion again. Forward, back, forward, back, the taste of cock starting to settle on his tongue. It got stronger quickly, too, soon making it all he could taste. It was a constant reminder of what he was doing: blowing someone that he barely knew.

The feathered dragon didn't even have a choice as he did it, his body under Argus's control, and his cock was throbbing harder with phantom touches down there. Hands that didn't exist were fondling and rolling his balls, and tongues that did not and never would exist were slowly dragging along his cock. If his jumpsuit hadn't been fluid-proof, he would have been oozing right through it.

As it stood, he was still panting, shivering, moaning. He humped the air, grunting under his breath, and he huffed and whimpered and whined around the cock in his throat. The embarrassment of being pushed to this point was downright palpable, and he didn't know what to think.

_Oh, you enjoy it.

Says who?

Says your body. I'm getting all kinds of readings._

It's - it's not right! It's new, it might not be correct.

I designed it, remember?

And the blush got worse. He knew that he couldn't entirely hide his reactions from Argus, but he'd thought that it would be somewhat more private than this. Thyero leaned his head forward, swallowing around the head of the shaft, feeling it oozing down his throat and then over his tongue.

It was the first time that he had tasted Irik's pre-cum before, and it was surprisingly not bad.

The gryphon grunted overhead, the big guy reminding the feathered dragon that there was someone else at the end of the dick and that he wasn't the only one in the room. He looked up slowly, panting around the shaft as Argus pushed him hard, and he saw that the gryphon was smirking. Well, smirking as much as one could do with a beak, at least.

"You're not the only one involved here, are you?"

"Mmmph..."

"Heh, come on, admit it."

Hmmm, how about no? Argus thought in Thyero's head.

The blowjob continued for a few more minutes, the gryphon oozing pre-cum and smirking all the while, until Irik finally pushed him back. He gasped as he felt the shaft sliding from his lips, leaving him panting for air and tasting the thick, salty taste of another male. The gryphon rubbed his head.

"Alright, then. Let's see how far you'll go."

_Oh, this should be entertaining.

Please, just let me -

Ah ah. This is an experiment now.

...Oh no.

And he's the one running it.

Oh god.

Which means that he calls the shots. Anything he tells you to do, you do. You understand, right?_

His embarrassment leaped up even further than it already had, and Thyero didn't know how much hotter his cheeks could get. All he knew was that he was already embarrassed as hell, and now both his boss and the gryphon were pushing him even further. He tried to say something -

"Get out of that jumpsuit."

And just like that, he was doing it. His body obeyed the gryphon the way that it had been obeying Argus, pulling him out of it and making him a good, obedient, controlled boy. He shivered as he reached for the sleeves, pulling them down and off his shoulders. The stretchy material allowed him to shed it quickly, pulling it down his chest and off his hips, pulling it down to his waist before being allowed to pause.

Irik looked at him, cock shining with spit, his pose the picture of the arrogant dom. It shouldn't have hit him so hard, but it did.

"Well?"

"Mmmph..."

"Going to get naked for me, or not?"

The tingles filled his hands, and for a moment, Thyero wondered if he might have had the freedom to disobey. Yet, the answer was no, and he was grateful for that. If nothing else, it kept it from being his fault for enjoying this.

Because, on some level, he did. He liked the feeling of being dominated, just like he liked the feeling of being under someone. The idea of having someone taking this much control was, admittedly, rather new, but it was still hot.

He groaned and blushed as his cock was revealed, dragging the jumpsuit down past his ass and over his cock. It was throbbing hard, eager and drooling as much as the gryphon's was, but his was not quite so big. Nor quite so red. Or...

Or so threatening.

"Heh, not bad. Turn around. I've been staring at your ass for the last few weeks, and I want to see if it looks as good out of the suit as I've been imagining."

He did as he was told, groaning as he felt that tight grip on his backside as soon as he exposed it. The sensation of a finger sliding between the cheeks wasn't making it any better, and he shivered hard as he felt a taloned fingertip rubbing over his hole.

"Ever taken anything back there?"

"A few things..."

"Who?"

"Argus..."

"Heh, obviously. Anyone else?"

"Not...not yet..."

"Heh, I'm surprised. Looks like I'll have to break you in. Lean over. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you forget your own name."

Normally, he would have ignored that as little more than bravado. In this case, with the control that both Argus and Irikelo had over him? He wasn't sure that it was an empty threat.

His cheeks burned hotter as he leaned forward, resting his hands against the wall. His tail went up almost on its own, showing off his ass to the big guy. Those taloned fingers were good at gripping him, he realized, spreading his feathered rump, showing off his pucker. He was still a bit wet back there from Argus using him, just enough for a bit of lube.

Lube that was most appreciated as a finger rammed in.

"Mmmph!"

"Yeah, enjoy it, slut...enjoy it while I get you open enough for me..."

Fuck. That was another one. Enjoy it. A command. A command that his body was more than happy to fulfill. He could feel his pucker clenching down on that finger, even as his prostate started getting more sensitive. It didn't take more than two or three thrusts of that finger to get his cock dripping again, but...

But that was it. That was all that his cock did, even as it throbbed up from the stimulation. He panted hard, feeling the excitement building, but when he thought that he might be getting close to orgasm, nothing happened.

_You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?

What are you doing? Why can't I cum?

Because I don't want you to. Not yet, at least.

Why not?!

Because it's more fun to make you wait._

He groaned, huffing softly, dropping his head as he felt one finger become two, and then three, feeling his pucker throbbing and burning slightly from the sheer friction of that much stuff sliding in and out of him already. He groaned, going up on his tiptoes a bit more, shivering as he felt them digging deeper.

"Heh, feels like you're getting close. You're going to enjoy this...but you're not cumming yet."

The gryphon pulled his fingers free, replacing his digits with his cock. A fat cock, too, as he remembered from how it had stretched his muzzle. It dripped over his pucker, pre-cum soaking his rim, a little bit of his spit drenching his feathers.

_Oh, you're going to love this.

MMmph...why?

Because my readings show that he's horned up. Bad.

How bad?

Like he's about to mount a female in heat bad.

Meep._

No sooner had the information passed into his skull than that big, fat gryphon dick passed into his pucker. His eyes bugged out of their sockets as he felt it sliding past his opening, filling him to the brim past anything that Argus had ever managed. His prostate felt that it had just turned into a literal pleasure button, getting jammed down by the head of that cock as it slid inside of him.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"That's it, little hen...take it..."

And he did. Oh, he did.

The thrusting was hard and fast right off the bat, furred legs and feathered crotch pressing into his backside every time that Irik slammed in. In, out, in, out, each hit a good, hard one that made him feel like he was getting spanked. His cock regularly throbbed up, hitting his belly, and he could feel his drippings soaking his stomach and down along his sides. He dripped on the floor with every hard thrust, and he panted for more as it kept going.

Yet, for every slam in, for every grind along his prostate, he only felt the urge to cum rising, never feeling it actually going over the edge.

"Nngh...ah...ah...mmmph..."

The feathered dragon wanted to cum, desperately needed it, but it just wasn't happening. More and more, Irik was driving him towards that edge, pushing him right to the point of no return. He could feel his balls rising, then going back down, Argus's control keeping him from being able to hit that point where he'd actually feel some satisfaction.

The whimpers only seemed to spur the gryphon on further, making him grin and grind that much harder, that much faster. Thyero slumped forward against the wall, panting hard, shivering, almost falling to his knees before -

"Hang on. Different position."

And just like that, they were in a different position. He yelped as he was suddenly turned around, his hole empty as the gryphon laid down on his bed, showing off his cock still.

"Get over here. You're riding me, now."

"What?" he said, but his body was already moving.

"You're riding me, and you're going to slam your ass down hard enough to make yourself cum before I do. Got that?"

Oh, he thinks you will...

That was the humiliating part. They were both fighting over him, both playing with him, and there was nothing that he could do to slow it down. His cheeks burned hotter than ever as he straddled the gryphon's waist, grinding his feathery butt back against that cock before feeling it pressing against his pucker again. Oh, he felt loose. He felt so loose, so empty, and -

Squelch. He slammed his hips down, or rather, the control that Argus had given to Irik slammed his hips down. The sudden fullness, the wetness of all the pre-cum on that cock and inside of him, the way that it just felt so big all combined to make his cock throb. He whimpered, wanting to cum, feeling his cock jerking as if he was on the verge of it, but it just didn't happen.

And it got worse as the gryphon reached out and grabbed his cock by the base, giving it a good jerk, a tug, a stroke. The whole thing was twitching like a clogged pipe, wanting to burst free but bound by Argus's controls.

_Wow, you're getting pretty damn close. These models are even better than the last ones. You want to cum that bad?

YES!

Okay, okay. Just...ride him for another half-hour or so, and then you can get off. Make sure to keep him interested._

He looked down at the gryphon, his hips moving on autopilot at that point. Irik looked up at him with a smirk, hand tightly wrapped around the dragon's cock, and somehow, he knew that he wasn't going to have an easy time of it.

It wasn't a half hour later. It wasn't even an hour later. It was a full four hours later that the exhausted feathered dragon was allowed to stop and cum. He fell over as soon as the control slipped, unable to move his legs, his cock turning into a veritable fountain for nearly a full minute. He was painted white, and he shivered as he laid there, twitching, shaking, barely able to breathe at first.

Slowly, he came back to the moment, and he moaned as he was helped to his feet. Irik was nudging him to sit up, to lean against the bed, and the gryphon chuckled.

"Well, looks like Argus's stuff kept you going for a while."

"Nnnngh...I don't want my legs anymore..."

"You'll be okay. You know how he likes to fuck with things."

"Yeah..."

And my readings show that you enjoyed that at least 300% more than the usual antics we get up to, the purple dragon said.

Thyero groaned, and Irik chuckled.

"He's in your head, huh?"

"Uh-huh."

"Let me guess. Telling you how much you loved it?"

He nodded.

"Well, is he right?"

"...Maybe."

"Come on. We just fucked. Just tell me. You liked it when someone else is in control, don't you?"

Thyero groaned, rubbing his arm, but he had to admit, he had enjoyed it. He was exhausted, completely, totally exhausted, but he had enjoyed it a lot more than he should have. For all that he wished that he'd had a little more say in things, he knew that he never would have gotten on with this without someone else pushing him.

"Fine. I liked it."

"Good, because I bet you he does it again."

"...Oh god."

"Yeah...soon as you admit it, you've as good as doomed yourself," Irik said, chuckling.

"Why'd you make me say it, then?!"

"Well, how else was I gonna get a second date?"

"I...you..."

"Heh, wasn't kidding about asking you out, you know."

Thyero spluttered, and not just from the question of a second date. He could already feel Argus rustling around in the back of his head, the scientist meddling with something in the future already, or at least, setting down plans for it. There was no stopping him, not here in the Labs, at least.

If there was a second date, it was going to be another experiment of epic proportions.

The End

Summary: Thyero, a feathered dragon that is a semi-subject, semi-citizen of Argus Labs, ends up being part of a playful little experiment for a dragon and a gryphon.

Tags: M/M, body control, telepathy, science fiction, sci-fi, dragon, gryphon, feathered dragon, embarrassment, anal, oral, blowjob, riding, exhaustion, orgasm, pre-cum, dripping, edging, orgasm control, cum,