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***STORY DESCRIPTION***

Makaidos receives further punishment from the champion's three drakes. They are all eager and hungry for blood as they encroach upon him. Soon, Makaidos will learn the true meaning of pain, and there is nobody around to help him...

WARNING: This chapter features abuse, torture, blood, and content that might be VERY disturbing. Viewer discretion is advised. If any of the aforementioned themes make you uncomfortable, please DO NOT READ the following chapter. However, if you're cool with a lil' bit of misery, go ahead and have a look.

***STORY STARTS BELOW***

Makaidos looked at the encroaching dragons, then at his companions. The three of them retreated inside a stony alcove formed by the surrounding walls, looking at him with concerned and scared gazes alike.

"They will not help you, drake. This punishment is yours alone to bear, as befitting for your solitary actions."

"What are they going to do to me?" Makaidos forced himself to ask.

"You'll see."

The champion nuzzled his guards in turns before laying on the ground to groom himself. His tongue poked out, sliding along the great length of his cock. Makaidos would have been aroused by that sight, if the three guards weren't so close to his position. They surrounded him, one dragon on each side.

"Lay on your belly. Makes what we have to do easier for all of us," the black one said.

"Can you at least tell me what is this thing you have to do? I was taken, stretched, and humiliated by your champion..." Makaidos said, struggling to maintain his composure. It took strength to talk and to even stand, strength that was quickly seeping away from his heavy form.

"Our task is to guard, not to care," the sandy dragon said through bared fangs.

"Roll on your back, as my companion instructed. The quicker we proceed, the better."

Makaidos was reluctant to obey. "No. Not until you tell me."

"Why tell, when we can show you?" the drakes brought their tails around.

Makaidos eyed them in turns. The sandy scaled had four spikes that knitted his crystalline membrane together in the shape of a leaf. The black one was not so smooth. Jagged spikes protruded from the bulging tip, ideal for impaling and cutting. The blue one was the only drab one, sporting a normal, tapered tail unlike his companions.

"You go first, Darinor," the two retreated a few steps behind the golden one. "Flatten his courage beneath that tail of yours."

Makaidos had very little time to understand what was going on. Darinor flung his limbs aside too quickly for Makaidos to mount a retaliation. When he brought his wings around, he was already too late. Darinor whirled around, swiping his tail hard along Makaidos' flank. He snarled in pain and kicked in response to the crackling blow. That reaction left him open for the following strike. The tail swung down right between his legs. The force was outstanding, and the impact obliterating. His balls flattened into the trembling frame of his scales as his muscles contracted at the same time.

A crippling roar left Makaidos' throat. He didn't expect a tail to pack that kind of force. Darinor lifted it once more, then pushed it down with even greater strength. The sack quivered under the blow, unwanted and unprotected. Makaidos' tail uselessly stretched behind, shuddering in the same manner as his flesh. His paws were more than useless. They gripped too slow, allowing Darinor unrestrained access to the sensitive sack nestled between them.

And that gave him possibilities. After three thundering blows, he swished his tail to the sides, slapping both Makaidos' flanks and balls in the process. The flaring pain erupted through his abused body along with a pained roar. He looked at Darinor's emerald eyes, and saw only a reckless thirst to accomplish his task. This was a dragon who never disobeyed any command, and it showed.

Darinor was a dragon who was willing to do anything for his champion, even if that meant stealing another male's fertility. When slaps wore out his tail, he resumed the thundering blows, lifting his tip high into the air before bringing it down with the force of a hurricane. No organ was made to resist such powerful blows, especially not a sensitive ballsack. The spheres slammed from one end to the other, squeezed by the seething pain exploding from below. Darinor hit again, and again, not stopping until rivers of tears dribbled down Makaidos' scrunched eyes. He reached out with a paw, trying to save his balls before they turned to mush.

"That should be enough," Darinor turned around and left. "Velgrad, you're next."

Through teary eyes, Makaidos made out the shape of the approaching blue. A certain kindness hid inside his fiery eyes. He hoped for a nuzzle or a lick. Even a tail embrace worked. Makaidos brought his tip around and tried to entangle himself with the blue's slithering tail. He was weak, and trembled, unable to move his stiff tail past his legs. The blue's tapered tip felt around his balls first, prompting a wince from the wounded dragon.

"I sense no ruptures or clogs."

"Encouraging," Makaidos licked his dry snout. "I know you are not here to comfort or heal me. Do what you have to."

"I will not enjoy what I'm about to do."

That didn't sound good, because it wasn't. With a swift jerk, the blue had almost a quarter of his tail plunged through Makaidos unprepared slit. It was dry, and rough, and excruciatingly painful to the sensitive flesh lining the walls of a male's slit. Makaidos thrashed and snarled and kicked. Nothing got the stubborn tail out of his depths. He tried clenching around its shape, yet that was a huge mistake. Sensing resistance, the blue started wriggling violently, effectively raking off the flesh with the hard ridges of his scales. Makaidos yowled as blood rushed out in a mocking lubrication of his wounded slit. The blue dragon basked in the newfound moisture, sliding his tail all around until he found his sleeping cock.

Makaidos growled harshly when his organ found itself trapped within that prison of coiling scales. The blue's nimble tongue wrapped around the base like a viper, tightening his grip When he had a strong enough of a grip, he pulled. Makaidos' cock jutted out, dripping with sticky blood.

"Let...go..." Makaidos snarled, too weak to even properly roar.

No words left the dragon's maw aside from a low, saddened whimper. Like Darinor, he too had to obey the champion and do whatever was requested of him.

For Makaidos, that meant having his cock squeezed from all sides. The blue formed several coils until only his tip was visible to the eye. Then, he started applying pressure; the kind that stung like claws and held on like stubborn fangs.

"It hurts," Makaidos hissed desperately as the clutch around his cock became seething agony.

"Too much...it's too much!"

The blue kept applying pressure until blood no longer flowed through the muscled shaft. Strange prickles rose around his flesh, terrifying Makaidos like nothing else did. A strange numbness took hold of his cock, growing thicker with every thrumming beat of his heart.

The blue pulled upwards. A trembling roar exploded from Makaidos' throat. His wings flapped desperately and claws skidded along the ground as blazing agony overtook the entirety of his organ. The blue kept squeezing and pulling, threatening to tear the cock right out of its slit.

"It burns. It burns!" Makaidos moaned between sheer roars of desperation, as if that lessened the unyielding pressure or calmed the unruly heat that smothered his slit. His muscles no longer spasmed, but trembled as they were straightened and pulled way beyond their normal limits.

Makaidos just thought he was going to have his cock ripped off when the blue finally relinquished his grip.

"Narivar," was the only word rolling out of his maw as he paced away from Makaidos' field of vision.

The black dragon was the last and the messiest. He pushed his spiked tail without warning, pierced without reason, and pushed without fear through Makaidos' awaiting tailhole.

The pain was everlasting. No amount of roaring or thrashing took his mind off the terrible agony smoldering through his invaded passage. Tails were not meant to venture anywhere near a dragon's private places, and especially not inside them. Narivar the black forgot that rule when he pushed his spiked mace through the layers of clamping muscle. Instead of sliding, he cut his way through the flesh, forcing the trembling tunnel to relax by slicing right through its frame.

Blood erupted from the mangled flesh, its touch warm and soothing compared to the ravaging bite of those terrible spikes. Makaidos bit his own forelegs. He tried to split the pain and distract himself however he could. It was the only way to survive this cataclysm. By keeping his hole loose, he could allow the black to take what he wanted and leave without causing great damage.

Yet the opposite happened. Every bite prompted a reaction, and Makaidos' impairing instincts betrayed his own flesh to the sting of the black teeth coursing through his tailhole. The flesh impaled itself as it groped the onstruction, and the black could not care less for the pain he caused. He shoved himself as deep as he could, and when the tunnel trapped him within its bosom, he pulled. The unbridled force ruptured the flesh and ravaged the tunnel. Makaidos dropped his head on the ground, choking on his unresponsive breath. Everything in his body felt tight. The pain climbed into his throat, choking the very life out of him. For a few terrible moments, Makaidos really thought he was going to perish.

Air filled his maw within his next breath. He panted, looking upon the source of his agony: a bleeding cock that refused to retreat back into its bleeding slit, two balls that lay completely flat against his scales, and a tailhole that spurted its own essence.

The three dragons approached at the same time, bowing their heads and muttering some words whose meaning was lost in the haze of pain. Makaidos thought they were done. He wanted to believe that as their tails rose above his body. Then, he realized a cold, frightening truth. What happened before was just the prelude, and the actual punishment had yet to begin.

They each slammed their tails down at the same time. The blue coiled around his cock, the sandy one smashed his broad tip into his balls, and the black rammed his spiked tail into the ravaged tailhole. Once all took proper position, the thrust, coiled, or smashed, according to their own specialization.

The rawest, most horrific kind of pain exploded along Makaidos' body as his three private parts were simultaneously violated. He was no match against this storm of agony, so he yowled and cried, curling into a ball of moaning misery. There was no way out of this one for him. He had to embrace the pain, or wash it away. The first option terrified him. This agony was so intense that his whole body became paralyzed. No nerve in his body could withstand such raw agony, and Makaidos' body was stretched way past its limits. With the blue pulling and raking his cock, the sandy one flattening his sack, and the black shoving himself all the way to his prostate, instincts made the choice for him.

Weak strings of cum spurted from his cock to dribble and mix in with the blood. The dragons stopped briefly, allowing Makaidos three uneventful spurts. Ejaculation never felt so weird before. Instead of pleasure, he felt a constant ache that reverberated through his muscles with every throb. Even a mighty orgasm failed to surmount the agony. Makaidos whimpered, his throat too dry to properly roar. Three more gushes fled from his cock, and when they stopped, overwhelming pain washed over his senses.

Darkness claimed him faster than he could blink.

He awoke with prodding snouts sniffing around his belly. Makaidos blinked his eyes open. The tears fused his eyelids together, so he had to blink a couple of times. The champion hovered above his tailhole, while the three drakes inspected his bleeding wounds.

"You are of a resilient breed to resist such punishment."

Makaidos moistened his maw before replying. "I've been through worse."

The red male growled, amused. "A hard thought to imagine. I agreed to fulfill my deal."

Makaidos reached forward with a paw. The champion brushed it aside as he nuzzled into his neck. "Did you hear what I said, drake?"

"I did. Just had to make sure you are real. My head...everything feels so fuzzy."

"I know," he slid back, out of Makaidos' reach. "I will keep my promise, and free you once the proper arrangements are made."

"Wait...."

He turned his head around, nostrils flared, eyes squinted. "Yes?"

"What changed the course of your stubbornness?"

"Realization," the champion said curtly. "You are braver than any male I ever met. Anyone that can withstand that kind of punishment and question me after is worthy of my admiration."

He got onto his paws after that and waved a wing towards his three guards. The drakes surrounded Makaidos.

"They will help you to the healer's den, where you will be nursed back to health."

Makaidos would have voiced his gratitude if his body wasn't still burning with agony. He leaned on the drakes, limping his way out behind the champion. No words were exchanged. None needed to. Once they were out in the coldness of the night, each dragon unfurled his wings.

"You will have my undying gratitude if you make sure my clutch is safe."

"Shall I..." Makaidos winced. "Shall I tell them who their sire is?"

The champion waited, staring into nothingness before a heavy growl left his maw. "They should never know."

He took flight before Makaidos could find out the reason.

"We'll tell him you agreed."

"Not like he has any way of knowing."

"We swore a vow."

"A vow to him, not to a legion of offspring."

"So what? Are you encouraging this drake to smash the eggs of your liege?"

"No, of course not. Just ditch them somewhere and let nature run its course."

Makaidos growled, silencing the three males. "I will keep my word, no matter what. Now show me to the healer's den before I bleed to death."

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