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Request for Executaball. I hope I did this idea justice for him as there is a lot of content to cover within it. Note contains watersports, imprisonment and snuff all of which are consensual between a feral drake and a wolf. A bull or two may join in at some point. Hope you enjoy it.

Nothing causes panic in a small country town quite like a young 20 ft royal blue drake walking through the open front gates. The guards are screaming as they draw their weapons but with the drake doing nothing but walking past, no order is given to engage. None of them are sure what to do as between them and the young winged drake is a black wolf with a frightening silver sword strung to his hip by a heavily jewelled harness. If one were to inspect the harness closer, they would be able to make out the oddly glowing runes that pulse as they await activation.

To ordinary guardsmen and townsfolk however in the face of a hulking monstrosity of horns, claws, scales and fangs that is a dragon, the wolf barely receives a glance. None of the gathering crowd can fail to take in the sight of that drake however as it drags it's nose along the dusty paved road in the footsteps of the black wolf. Wings pinned to it's back out of shame or fear none can tell as it drags its horned tail along, scratching up the pavement as it goes.

To the central square of town, the black wolf strolls with his cape billowing in the nonexistent wind and his leather breeches stretching with his steps displaying the magical protection they provide. Stopped dead in the centre of the square he doesn't even have to look back as he swings his tail so the cape sits off to the side with it so he can plonk his ass down. Right onto the drake's nose as he throws his bulk to the pavement to catch him in a humiliating display of the mages power.

With that display, many of the guards eyes bug out and a couple of weapons drop to the ground out of shock. What fear they had for that dragon is gone in an instant as it all gets turned on the black wolf that studies the square about him as if waiting for something to happen.

It takes a particularly brave soldier to break the silence. With a gruff cough to clear his throat the veteran Bloodhound addresses the wolf. "Sir, as Captain of the guard here in the porttown of Cliffside I must inquire as to who you are, the nature of your visit and why you have brought this majestic dragon with you today?"

Levelling his gaze on the bloodhound, his eyes have the guardsmen stumbling back a step before the wolf speaks. "I'll assume you are speaking to me as none other has brought a drake within hearing distance of you that I can see. Still as you have asked however rudely I might add, without giving your name, I am here in town searching for the local bounty office as I heard there was a bounty out on this young whelp here for the rape and murder of a particular noble's daughter. I brought him here after capturing the runt to claim the bounty on his head. Go fetch him for me would you." The wolf says with a particularly deadly sneer. "Tell him Nocturne has brought him his bounty."

The ripple that starts, echoes through the whole town as they all whisper his name as if it were a legend come to life before their very eyes. The blood drains from the bloodhounds ears and face. Backstepping as if a feral tiger were about to pounce he can't excuse himself fast enough as he sprints to find the bounty officer. His men look just as terrified as weapons seemingly sheath themselves before they all make busy to help their captain search.

"Idiots." The wolf mutters to himself as he levitates one of his books over from the pack strung to the drakes neck. "Next time I'm scrying where the bounty office is beforehand. It's bloody annoying having to wait for someone to come to me especially when all I have for a seat is your rough head. I'm just glad your hoard had some nice reading material in it that you could donate. I was bored of my old tomes so this gives me something to do while I wait."

By the time the guard returns with the Bounty Officer, Nocturnes lazing back over the drakes head idly drawing runes in the air with his paws. Experiencing the tingling sensation of having a new set of eyes on him the wolf looks up at the rat as he waddles up with a sack full of gold unable to stop flicking his eyes at the two of them. Nervous and skittish like most rats are Nocturne is left wondering how he ever made it to the rank of bounty officer in this town.

Frowning the wolf doesn't even bother introducing himself. "What's that pitiful sack for? That isn't even half the bounty that was offered for the beast I brought in. What do you think you are playing at rat?" Demanding an answer, Nocturne springs up onto his paws showing an amazing deftness for a mage of his legendary status.

The rat on the other paw just shows how much he can tremble under those glowing runes and eyes that have ignited around the wolf. "W-well the bounty, Mr Nocturne, Sir was for the target to be killed on sight. Bringing him here, alive isn't quite what the bounty entailed and we thought it generous to be giving you even this much as we will have to now deal with the problem ourselves."

Growling his displeasure out Nocturne's passive runes light up creating a vortex above the square they were in. "Oh, I have no intention of handing this drake over to you rat. His life is already forfeit for far more crimes than just this and the king has deemed that death is too good to be his fate. Now not only are you going to go back and get the rest of the bounty owed for the beasts neutralization but you are going to have a guard escort me about town for the day so I can acquire the resources I need for the whelps punishment."

The bounty officer is just opening his muzzle to argue when the sky opens up, cracking a lightning strike down right between him and the ferocious battlemage. Holding up his paw Nocturne just adds, "Do not force me to trouble the King over this trivial matter rat. Your bounty was only to present the beasts head. Here is his head and now he will be leaving with me to further my experiments. Don't make me add your head to a bounty list for cheating me of what I rightfully earned. I promise you, that won't end well for you."

The sheer power that it takes to casually summon a lightning strike leaves most mages looking haggard, yet the black wolf stands as if that display was of little to no consequence. The whole square shudders with his temper but the rat that Nocturnes anger is centred on falls flat on his ass before scrambling to get the rest of the bounty for the drake's head.

Having taken off so fast, the rat forgot to order the guard to find someone to guide Nocturne about the town. Thankfully for him and the town, the bloodhound captain isn't quite as put out by the wolf's display. "Battlemage I will have one of my men report to you immediately for the day. Was there anything specific in town you required him to guide you to?"

"I require a young blacksmith that is showing some promise. I require a number of pieces made for this pathetic worms punishment." The wolf states as he steps up to the drake's muzzle and pulls down his shorts. Right there in the middle of the square he starts pissing over the captured drakes snout just to further his point of how broken the young drakes will is. "Anyone with an appreciation of quality workmanship should be adequate for the job captain."

Signalling, a bull shrugs as he steps up having known he'd be chosen for this at the mention of blacksmith. "Dale, take Nocturne around to your father's shop and assist him in anything else he requires. I'll find the bounty officer and bring his payment around as soon as I can. Dismissed private."

"Yes, Sir." The bull recites resigned to his fate even if at heart he is kind of excited by this turn of events. After all it isn't everyday one sees a dragon getting pissed on in the middle of a square as it struggles to keep still through some kind of internal torment. "Ah, Mr Nocturne, Sir. When you are finished with what you're doing I'll lead you to my father's shop. He's the local blacksmith here."

Finished pissing, the black wolf pets the top of the drakes skull as if he were being a good dog. The way that drake croons to the petting from the mage almost makes it seem like he enjoys the degradation of being marked by the smaller wolf in the midst of so many townspeople. "Good, we'll go as soon as Nub is done cleaning his mess up off the street. Can't have him thinking he's still worth more than the dirt he licks from my paws now can we?"

There's not a protest to be heard as half the square drops what they're holding at the sight of that blue drake beginning to lick up the sopping puddle of piss around his head. Everyone in the crowd will tell you that the wolf used powerful spells in that moment to force the drake to endure the humiliation, yet all the wolf did was growl threateningly at the whelp to get him to act. Done with his cleaning of the pavement, with muddy piss staining his lips, the obviously aroused drake rushes to follow behind the bull and wolf as they head to the blacksmith. His dual hemepenes swinging between his legs in a frightening display of virility that bump into his knees as he waddles along with his nose under the wolf's tail next to his paws.

The forge is up against the wall of the town, still the ringing of the hammer can be heard well before the party can see it. Heat pours from the open stone building and just before entering Nocturne turns about to step on the drake's muzzle until he's lying in the dirt once more. "Stay right there wyrm. If a fur comes past, greet them and tell them just what you are, which is?"

"I'm a pathetic whelp being punished by his Alpha for his actions, Sir." The blue drake intones with a rumbling voice full of submission as he lies under the wolf's paw.

"Pathetic is right bitch. If the pain gets too bad because I get too far away from that collar you can cry out, but no moving. Not even to scratch yourself." Pushing off the drake's snout, Nocturne doesn't wait for an answer while the drake whines with a quick glance at the silver shackle around his foreclaw. Eye on the sparkling collar he loses himself in the memory of the first time he saw it as Nocturne goes about his business with the blacksmith.

Startled awake by a voice Hirith grumbles, igniting the fires deep within his chest to fight back only for a blinding pain to radiate through his body. Unable to see or hear with how intense the pain is, the drake attempts to identify where the pain is originating from. Every attempt to touch his magic however is met with the same blazing pain which doesn't halt until he gives in and stops. "Ah, I see you've figured out not to touch your magic anymore whelp."

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Recovering from the seizure brought on by the pain, I come to rolled on my side in the cave. My talons audibly scrape across the floor as I rear up, flaring my wings at hearing and seeing the young black wolf that is sitting against the wall within my territory. Roaring out a challenge, my instincts ignite my fires again only for me to collapse in agony once more. By the time I have recovered enough to focus again, the wolf is just finishing his chortle of laughter at seeing me lying on the floor once more.

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This time I'm a lot warier of that horrific pain as I lower my talons from gripping my skull when I notice the silver band around my wrist. Studying it for a moment the runes that appear in my minds eye leave me astounded at the craftsmanship required to create such an artifact. Turning on the wolf I'm left feeling a level of fear reserved usually for only other members of my kind. This, this is no ordinary wolf to have access to such a trinket. "Who are you?" I asked back then, my voice hoarse and shaky. I even remember the tears that trickled down my face from the pain.

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"My name is Nocturne. I'm a battlemage specializing in runes as you can no doubt tell. That collar around your claw is one of my creations and with it your magic is now mine to control runt. Any attempt from you to access your magic or to harm me will result in that pain reigniting in your skull. The further away you get from me the worse the pain will get until it becomes unbearable. That band will not come off either until I will it to and if I die before then so will you."

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From what I gleaned of those runes when I looked at the band, he's not bluffing about any of that. "Well it appears you have me in quite a bind then little wolf. So what is it you want from me because if it's my hoard, prepare to be disappointed as I'm far too young to have gathered much of one yet."

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"Your lack of a hoard means nothing to me as I have what I came for. I came to collar a powerful drake for his crimes and enslave his magic for my own use in my runic experiments. From this point on you will refer to me as if I were your Alpha. I don't think I need warn you about what happens if you don't comply with my orders do I?"

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"Crimes? What crimes have I committed?" I asked then generally confused as I wasn't aware I had done anything wrong. Nothing that would warrant this level of treatment anyway.

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My confusion actually seemed to stump the wolf then as he glared at me. "You raped and murdered a girl from Cliffside. The town on the coast half a mile from here and don't pretend otherwise as a blue drake was seen flying off immediately following the incident."

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I couldn't help myself then as I burst out laughing. Despite the seriousness of the accusation, the fact that this young wolf thinks me capable of something so sinister has my eyes tearing up as I sat back on my haunches. "I'm afraid you've confused me with another drake then Alpha. The very notion of me being able to rape a young girl is laughable at best as I wouldn't be able to get it up for one. I like dicks Nocturne, pussy makes me want to gag just thinking about it."

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I left that young mage speechless with my pronouncement but when I thought it through I knew who it had to be immediately. "If the direction of the town you speak of is to the north, you will find that, that area is not within my claimed territory. That territory belongs to my older brother Gilliath and while I may not be able to get it up for a young girl, I can certainly attest to my brother's ability and desires. He is a monster that likes that sort of thing after all."

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"Motherfucker."

I still smile with my nose pressed into the ground like it is as I reminisce about my Alpha swearing then. Nocturne of course verified my story, leading me along behind him the whole way. I offered to fly him but he just laughed that off as 'that would be a fine way to kill him now wouldn't it?' I didn't want to kill him at all through those days even when he occasionally walked too fast for me and I was left grunting in pain as I tried desperately to catch up.

It took us three days to make it to the heart of my brothers territory. A journey that would usually take me a quarter of a day at most if I were flying but by the end of it I found myself quite enjoying the nights spent around a campfire. Those three nights were all spent with me silently watching Nocturne read and practicing tracing runes through the air. Despite enjoying myself I was still scared over the course of those days about aggravating the wolf too much. The pain from the band around my foreclaw was still fresh on my mind and still terrifying to recall.

He had told me of the bounty for my brother's head by then and I could offer no better suggestion so after a brief questioning, a fight broke out. I was taken aback then by exactly how powerful this young wolf was. Tracing runes like they were made of lightning, shields popped up protecting us and with his sword drawn he engaged like a wild beast. It was barely a minute into the fight when my brother panicked and took off to the skies. I remember that moment all too well.

"Where do you think you're going wyrm?" Nocturne questions of the wind that shook the trees about us from my much larger brothers wingbeat. Watching him get away I try to take flight after him to help but the pain puts me down before I even make it off of the ground. "No need for that. I've got this." Turning I manage to watch as Nocturne levels his blade as if taking aim at my brother's retreating rear.

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"Magic won't do that much against him." I reason loud enough for him to hear but he just ignores my warning as he draws a rune with his blade. I recognize the rune as 'pierce' or 'lance' perhaps from the draconic language but never had I seen someone attempt to use it as a spell. Then drawing back on that blade, Nocturne lunges through the rune.

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My brother's wingbeats didn't cause even half the shockwave that rune gave off as an explosion takes place in the clearing, splintering the trees with it's magnitude. Following the flow of power from Nocturne's blade I'm left seeing nothing of my brother's core but a smoking hole. Right before he plummets from the sky like a sack of rotten potatoes. Dragons are naturally resistant to magic and a mortal just blew a hole the size of my body through my brother. All too casual, that wolf sheathes his sword as if it were nothing to him as I'm left trembling not only in terror but sheer total awe. "Well, let's go collect the head shall we?"

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I remember following him like I do now, between trees with my nose near his paws just to smell him. After that display of magic his arousal had shot up to insane levels and I watched as every step had him adjusting his pants until he stopped short. Following his stunned gaze I laughed something wicked as we stood on the edge of a vast lake. My brother having landed right dead in the centre, where he would have sunk straight to the bottom. "Shit! And just what are you laughing at wyrm?" That only set me off again as I rolled on the shore of the lake in a fit of laughter.

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Having gotten caught up in my memories for a while, I failed to notice the weaving of magic and the new ringing of steel from inside the blacksmith. When the pain from my 'collar' starts up fresh however I take an interest as Nocturne moves around the back of the place. Whining I endure it as he isn't far enough away for it to really cause me agony yet. Just far enough away for me to lose track of my thoughts for a moment as I take in the sight of my Alpha beginning construction on my 'punishment' for that murder I'm taking credit for. The one my brother committed yet so my Alpha can take credit for the capture of said brute I'm happily playing the part of prisoner for him. It was at camp the night right after he killed him that this all started. Once more, with needles stabbing at my eyes I try to remember that night.

"I'd remove the collar if I could but I can't. I didn't design it to come off as I never assumed the need to take it off." His words left a pit in my stomach as I realized the severity of what he was saying and yet I found myself getting excited by the idea too. He no doubt thought that I was fuming but having seen the runes engraved within the collar I had suspected as much already. Then that night there was the other problem he had, "Fuck and not only that I'm too horny to even think clearly right now. Sorry but just wait here for a bit, I've gotta rub one out or I'm going to explode. Using magic always fucking does this to me."

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I hadn't spoken much to the young wolf over the days but as he got up to presumably do his business I wanted to then. "You don't have to leave for that Alpha." That was how this really got started. Me calling him Alpha and laying out like a bitch for him to take was all that it took that night for him to mount my ass and claim me as his. After that I didn't at all mind him having a leash on me, that once he loosened it a little, I could make it almost a mile before the pain got to much to bear and I had to slink back to his side.

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The very next day he was going to take a piss when I asked if I could have him cover me in it. I've always been a horny thing for getting scents rubbed on me and having him coat my nose and face in his wolf piss was something else entirely. Every day with him just got better after that as he began to really let loose with me. I even gave him some tips on how to torment me more than he already was and when he confessed he needed to claim a bounty as the king had demanded it, I told him that I'd let him turn me over if I was made his prisoner.

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Needless to say he loved that idea as that would give him an excuse to keep me close and to keep finding new ways to torment me. That was just as he finished mixing up a concoction involving aloe vera and a very potent aphrodisiac. Now while aloe vera is soothing to furs and humans, even cooling, to drakes its more like stinging nettles. That became our regular lube for him taking my ass and sheath with his dick. Every time he uses it I sting for hours to the point that I roar at the sky as I'm left begging for more and for the torment to stop. That last part is only half hearted as what I want to stop is for him to stop taking it easy on me now.

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The pain stops my thoughts again as I cry out back in the present. Nocturne's farther away now at a distance that I'm left trembling as my body starts to seize up. He knows it as he has to be manipulating the distance variable of my collar to have me in this much pain. "Damn the wolf really wasn't lying was he?" Not allowed to move from my spot I can't recognize who's come up behind me. It wouldn't matter anyway as they step right up until they're touching my pretty blue tail scales. "He really has a drake that terrified of him that you'll just sit right there while I go about my business. Must have been a pathetic drake before all this." The sudden pressure under my tail burns my senses as a creams rubbed along my ass lips.

Knowing just what it is I whine as I'm lubed up and a flat cock's pressed against my gaping whelpcunt. "He said you were broken in but let's test that with my bull cock shall we? He offered your ass as payment after all." Hips hit my ass all while I'm left growling at my Alpha and him having sold my ass to a bull of all things. Doing my best to act like I'm hating having my ass reamed like this I silently remind myself to thank Nocturne. A warning wouldn't have made this as sweet and degrading as it is. Nor would it burn my ring with aloe so fucking badly.

I'm in the middle of being used by that bull with my ass still stinging that badly, that I don't notice that Nocturne's made his way back to me until my nose is getting stepped on. He's looking highly pleased with himself too as he shares a knowing look with me. He knows I'm loving this even as it burns like all hell. "If you think me trading your ass around is your only surprise today think again wyrm. Having spread the word over half the towns coming to watch as you get punished you worthless piece of filth. I should thank you for making this so easy as you even gave me the recipe to make this possible. Now stop still. This will hurt a lot."

We didn't so much talk about this part after I said I'd become his prisoner but I had guessed some things were coming. He had me recite a recipe that could cut into dragons with ease so when that saw is set to my skull at the base of one of my horns I just sit there. Getting 'raped' by a big bull stud and now with my horns going I'm feeling less of a dragon than ever. When the sawing starts however I can't ignore the grating of teeth on bone as it vibrates my entire skull.

The steel, having been treated with my blood, tears chunks out of my horns far easier than either of us believed possible. I knew it would be effective but with my Alpha having made the saw and added his magic to it my horn drops before I even register that he's finished cutting through it. "There isn't a bit of fight left in you is there wyrm? I'm here cutting your horns off and you can't even muster up a bit of resistance to this, can you?"

He knows I have plenty of fight left in me, if I wanted to fight this treatment. But to have him this close to me after marking my nose with his scent is enough for me to take this added humiliation. "No Alpha. I won't resist you ever or what you deem to be my fate. You've shown me that I deserve all of this for being so weak. I'm no drake Alpha. I'm what you make of me."

"Pathetic." He intones as he sets that saw to my skull yet again. Grinding it along, he makes this one take a lot longer so he can really degrade me. "That's what you are. A pathetic earth worm fit for nothing but eating dirt and drinking piss while others fill your bloody holes. Soon the whole towns going to know it and after that bulls done with you I'm sure they'll line up to take a turn." Horn dropping with a crack he slaps it over my nose. More humiliating than painful, my nose slams into the dirt and when he uses his paws to fill my nostrils with toes I tense up in delight.

The bull behind me can't see me smiling but damn if he doesn't grunt as I tighten right up. "Fuck Yeah! Tighta' than me wife's cunt, worm. Gonna cum right up in ya slut." The huffing is so hot and I get a bit carried away myself, almost giving away everything before my old horns are shoved down in between my lips reminding me of my place in all this. With cum filling my ass and musky wolf paws filling my nose even the pain of having horns piercing my gums doesn't have my hemepenes softening as I drip like a needy bitch.

With the bull done with my ass, his pullout has me leaking from my slack tailhole and the tickling on my balls has me seeding the ground. Nocturne watches me shake and chuckles at me only to shove me down to cover my shame and terrible acting display. "First load other than mine you whore. And as I've given him drinking money I'm sure tomorrow will be a busy day for your ass. Don't worry though, I'm going to make damn sure that you won't be able to enjoy it or hurt a single one of them. After all, how is seeing you enjoying yourself good for business worm?"

Just try to make me not enjoy this! I taunt with my eyes, but I can't say it. I don't want the bull to overhear just what a little slut I am in all of this. That and I'm meant to be Nocturne's prisoner. He's meant to be tormenting me while furthering his numerous experiments, which he is doing. I mean who else has a saw that can cut right through dragon bone without having to exert themselves to the brink of exhaustion.

"Come with me worm. I'm going to need your fires for this next part otherwise they won't forge strong enough to hold you."

From midday to dusk the battlemage has the drake spewing flames, or holding metal for the Bull of a blacksmith to hammer out. With each piece that is finished Nocturne appears to further his own excitement as runes are ground into them making each piece virtually indestructible by his drake. Hours pass until the drakes throat is burnt out and his claws shatter under the new blacksmith's hammers leaving his toes just as pathetic looking as his hornless skull.

It's just getting dark when the blacksmith's son returns from the bar with a host of his friends. All drunk and rowdy as he's been telling the story of how he bred the drake's pathetic ass to all of them until he was blue in the face. None could resist the lure of temptation when he invited them over. The chance at breeding a dragon doesn't come by everyday after all and having this happen is a once in several lifetimes kind of opportunity that none could resist. A horse, 2 larger dogs, a raccoon and 4 sheep have all come with the bull and at the sight of the drake breathing fire they all almost turn tail and run.

Nocturne doesn't miss the crowd however as he heard them coming a while ago. The blacksmith who's name is Craig has all the necessary parts finished and assembled for the wolf's makeshift portable prison. He was going to put it on the drake in the morning as all of them were a little exhausted but now seems to be a far better time to do it. With 8 extra furs to spread the story, his submissive drake won't be out of work for months to come.

"Lie down in the dirt, where you were before lizard. We better get you harnessed up and ready for work tomorrow now. You've been free for long enough anyway and I'm not having you scaring the boys away from raping your scaly ass. This will help with that and we'll get rid of the rest of your horns in the morning. Who knows, if they do a good enough job breeding you I might even let them take a few souveniers home with them."

Shuddering from the sudden ringing of pain in his head, the drake stumbles over to his old pool of muddy cum and sits his snout right into it. Exhausted as he is, he can't resist an order from his Alpha especially when the pain pounds within his skull from the collar. He's figured out some of what's happening as the pieces they forged together using his powdered claws have a very specific design shape. The few that Nocturne alone worked on, made from his old horns, he couldn't make out their intent. Quite nervous about the whole thing as he knows this is permanent, he gives one last flutter of his wings before shutting them down tight to his back. This may be the last time he ever gets to unfurl them and see the beautiful blue sheen of leather they produce in the last light rays of the sun.

"Boys did you all mind helping out with this. Requires some heavy lifting but I assure you, you'll all appreciate the end results." The wolf is delighted as they all tiptoe around the grounded drake, expecting some kind of last ditch attack. All but the young bull who just grins as he comes up behind the drake and fingers that used hole of his. Every one of the guys end up staring, dumbfounded as the grounded bitch just takes it with only grunted protests. The act fools all of them, even the bulls as they start taking directions on what to lift and place where.

Heavy steel is lifted by the guys, the young bull's slippery fingers joining the fray to fit the first brace over the big drakes left wing. Joints slide into place followed by brackets getting screwed down and with each one the boys can feel the scales and wing leathers shiver in fear under them. Joking amongst themselves, they start teasing the blue drake as his wing gets pinned to his back. Calling him a 'lizard', a 'bitch' and even joining in with Nocturne as they begin to identify the drake as no longer being a dragon. They can see it now as that first wing is sealed off that he is becoming an actual worm.

Nocturne is content just to watch as he slips in front so he can once more sit down on the drake's snout smothering his nose with his sizeable nuts as the boys go about their task. "One wing down to becoming a flightless little lizard bitch. No horns to protect your skull anymore either. You must be feeling so utterly worthless about now, knowing that to these boys all you are is a fucktoy for them to breed. Drunk and horny, they all probably have wives at home waiting on them but they'll fuck your ass first. Just because its your job slut."

Nocturne has to get both of his back paws into the lips of the dragon and stand up to stop the smirk that threatens to betray them. Forced to grimace in pain and abuse the boys don't notice anything untoward as they pick up the parts for the second wing. All they notice is how the drake shakes and trembles with every piece that they lay against his sensitive leathery wings. "Guess I'll have to give you something you can't frown at worm." Paws still locked in against the drake's lips Nocturne goes to all fours and rips his breeches off to expose his ripe tailhole. "Been a few days since I bathed worm. Lick my ass until I'm really clean. You know, the opposite of what your filthy fuck hole's gonna look like by the end of tonight."

With Nocturne shoving back he makes it appear as if the drake's fighting his task. Pulling up with his toes and squirming back, the other guys actually laugh at the appearance of the drake trying to fight back. Right before a paralyzing zap runs through all of them as the drake cries out in agony. Even better for Nocturne as that just slams a breath of hot moist air on his tailhole before he gets the tongue fucking of a lifetime.

Squirming and dexterous the drake attempts to take his revenge for the painful shock that Nocturne gave him by grinding his tongue right down onto the much younger wolf's prostate. Any of the other guys here, having that long slippery tongue curl down and around their prostates would have them grunting out an orgasm in half a second. Nocturne on the other paw had gotten used to it over the past few days as it began to play hell with his system. Longer and thicker than most guys dicks, the smooth and slippery surface yields to his clenching sphincter giving him the best stretch one could imagine. All while every guy here thinks the drakes getting the shit humiliated out of him which has his blue scales turning red. Buttsniffer and Shitlicker, he gets called all and more as he cleans that musky ass while the boys clamp that first brace down onto his immobile wing.

"Oh, the things you're going to be doing for these furs. Soon as that clamps put on I'm going to flip you onto your back so every one of them can take a turn at that ass of yours." Pushing himself off of the drakes tongue Nocturne has his hard cock take his ass' place. "Then if they want to, they can use their full drunken bladders to keep you hydrated just like I'm doing right... ahhh... Now!" Leaning in the wolf falls atop the drake's snout with his paws covering barely half of it. Having to hold the wolf up the blue drake's tongue is directly under the musky stream of piss so it can fill his gaping maw. He's had to do this degrading task for the wolf each day while he's been his captive so taking a gulp is easy work for his throat now as he gets used like a urinal.

The guys working on his wings drop what they're doing to watch, the metal only being held up because it was three quarters done up anyway. They all saw when the wolf marked the bitch drake in the square but seeing him thirstily suck up the mage's waste is a whole other thing. Half of their cocks are out and the others are rubbing their bulging pants, just imagining being able to degrade a huge dragon in such a way. Knowing that their wishes are literally about to come true they hurry up, grabbing the clamps and tightening them over the newly encased wings.

Those screws get done up real tight across the drake's back until he's verbally protesting as he guzzles the last of the wolf piss. Laughing Nocturne gives him a firm cockslap before shoving his tip up the drake's nostril until his knot hits his face. Teased by that tongue already, he grabs hold of where the drake's horns were and starts fucking his nose all while the guys cheer him on. Humiliating the drake further as he tries to sneeze and cough the cock out of his nose, Nocturne gestures for the bull to come over. "Come here and fuck the other one. He has two holes and he's gotta learn to tongue a guys balls while they use them like this. Can't have him thinking he's worth shit from now on as his life's mine. Going to show him that right after this."

With both of them fucking the drake's snout in such a depraved manner, it's not long before they both start blowing their wads right up the whelps nose. Coughing and spluttering, with no where leading to the right passage, the drake starts hacking it all up. He drools the cum down onto the ground as everyone joins in, laughing at the poor whelpling's torment. With a puddle of his own dry cum under his jaw, the fresh batch just wets it all back up again into mud. Mud that Nocturne is happy to push the drake's snout into and make him start lapping it up again.

"When you're done cleaning up your mess worm, roll onto your back. I've got a real surprise for you that I know you're going to hate." The drake's eyes roll in his skull as he licks and swallows that muddy mixture of cum and dirt. Even he has to admit to this being degrading but as it washes the taste of piss out of his mouth, he swallows it readily. He knows seeing a bit of mud on his lips gets his Alpha worked up by now too so he dribbles a little, almost on purpose just so he can give Nocturne a private little grin. He does it fast as he flips over, the new solid wing bindings making it really tight and uncomfortable for him to lie down like this, so that only his Alpha can see the joy he's taking in this depraved submission.

His dual cocks flop into the air at that time, which no one except Nocturne expected, yet they all figure it's down to the lube and the potent aphrodisiac that taints his ass. None of them know that the aphrodisiac's effect has long since passed and the drake's large dripping cocks are just there now to signal his own pleasure for his Alpha. That's not something Nocturne really wants to happen as no prisoner should be enjoying being treated like a pisspot and fucktoy afterall.

Thankfully the young wolf is thinking ahead to that problem as he picks up the extra bits and bobs for the drake's mobile imprisonment. Paws steady he jumps up on the drake's softer underside before standing right under his bulging slit. Right on top of his swollen orbs to make him squirm and whine under those meaty paws. Claws digging in for grip and to add to the discomfort for the young whelp he grabs the first piece of the whelps old horns and lines it up with the drake's first throbbing shaft.

Not the head of it mind, but almost two thirds the way down that great shaft and with all the boys watching begins to push down. The sharp tip pierces the glands like they're made of butter and barely a sound is made by the drake as he watches. The pain he'd expect having that horn shoved into him is oddly vacant to his senses. It feels more to him as if that horn isn't so much as piercing him, but getting replaced almost naturally. The rune's that Nocturne has carved into that first bit of horn is the reason for that as it pops through his meaty shaft near the base of the drakes's pulsing cock.

"So disappointing how little pain there is in this for you worm." Nocturne taunts as all the boys jaws have dropped as they watch on. The blue drake's no better as he tries to figure out just what it is the wolf has planned next. "Still this'll take away those pesky hardons you get bitch. They'll always be painful too as your balls try to make your shafts throb after this so that will have to do for me." Bending both cocks out as wide as he possibly can, the horn lines up with the base of the second one in a straight line.

With a smirk and a mighty heave, Nocturne shoves the needle-like horn through the other shaft joining them together. With no roar, just a confused protest from the drake as he looks down at his pierced phalluses the blue drake is left wondering just what it is this is meant to do. Not wanting to spoil the surprise just yet, Nocturne picks up the next shard of horn and pushes it through at a new angle halfway up the phalluses. All of them wind up on different angles and each one has the drake's shafts throbbing ever harder as they line up along his legs. Bent so far out from each other the treatment is rather pleasant even as those paws crush his scaled testicles.

Still Nocturne is fast becoming bored as are his audience at the drake's lack of discomfort and agony. Picking up the pace he almost appears to just ram those horns through but every one is planned by the sadistic wolf. A plan suited to one purpose as those runes he carved begin to take effect. All it takes is a simple touch of magic to ignite them now and you can hear the roar for miles around.

Basically thrown off the thrashing drake, Nocturne cackles as the horns glow in between the phalluses. Pulsing blue they light up and then begin to shrink. Kept at all those same angles they draw the phalluses together and with how they all line up as the angles on the cocks become sharper they tug on the drake's mighty shafts destroying any hope he has of keeping an erection.

When those shafts finally meet in the middle the drake's cocks are barely a quarter of their old lengths as he roars and thrashes madly in agony. None of the boys can quite believe their eyes as the young drake gets emasculated before their very eyes. His dual long proud schlongs becoming nothing more than a single little clit between his legs and just to add to the effect Nocturne produces the small cage he had made just for this. Around those hemepenes the cage sits and with a final click over the drake's balls it seals his fate as those horns all weld themselves into the casing.

Thus encased Nocturne picks up the horn saw once more and sets it to the whelps tail, taking off every one of those sharp defences that the drake once had. Up his back, he cuts more and more off tossing the waste products to the guys that are watching until the scaled whelp is left hornless and defenceless. No claws or horns anymore, Nocturne considers taking his fangs then but decides to leave that for another day as he can't wait any longer. Having expended so much of his own magic and the worms, his knot is ready to explode yet again before he even shoves it into the drake's messed up tailhole.

As large as his cock is, on a dragon this size even his knot can barely damage that tailhole but it doesn't matter to the wolf. It's the way he can just hammer it in, wrecking that hole as he knotfucks it that really sets him off these days and when he's done he leaves his prisoner in the care of the other guys for the night. Like the mage before them they don't spare the trapped whelp any mercy as they breed his tailhole with reckless abandon.

The next morning the former drake finds himself attached to a plow by a chain around his balls. Tailhole still dripping cum from his breeding last night he labors to pull the plow through the soft dirt grunting each time he hits a rock and it tugs on his sensitive nuts. With his cock throbbing in it's new prison and his wings likewise encased, escape has become an impossibility for him. With only his Alpha in sight at the edge of the field he can't resist smiling as he silently thanks the young mage for going along with this plan. He could be free if he wanted, but why have freedom or a name when what you want is to submit to an alpha.

And what better Alpha is there to serve for a needy submissive drake than one that already has you as a prisoner anyway. He used to have his hoard and magic rivalling the most powerful in the land. Now he has a leash around his balls and a cage surrounding his cocks. Nothing makes the submissive drake happier than that.

It's been almost a month when everything Nocturne had planned turned to shit. His blue worm is out plowing fields when the sheriff comes knocking at his new home's door. Letting him in he grows furious upon reading the missive signed by the king's own hand and for an instant loses control of his magic incinerating half the room's contents. He hadn't planned on this as he thought his measures would be enough to convince the king that the whelp was imprisoned well enough for his brother's crimes. He didn't imagine the stuck up noble insisting on his blue drake's death.

"So yeah that's basically the gist of it. If we stay here you'll be hung tomorrow night and I can't stop them unless I wage a war for it. Or we leave, never to return." Nocturne finishes telling me the way of what's happening as I lay down, trying in some way to massage my swollen testicles from the day spent plowing.

For the last month I've been doing tasks like that. Building, farming, cleaning and all sorts of menial tasks that my Alpha has made as demeaning as possible for me. I've really been enjoying it, as well as how my nights have been spent servicing not only my wolf Alpha but any number of other males. But the thing I've loved the most has been the days when I can lay back and just service Nocturne. Licking his paws, his ass, combing his tail or having him piss in me. He's become my entire life and having that taken away is too much to bear.

I know him well enough to understand that he doesn't want to leave with me either. He likes his experiments too much and after all the work he's done to set up this lab I don't want him to have to abandon it for me. The worst part of this is that he's giving me the choice of fleeing by telling me about it. "Well, how did you want to spend my last day on earth then, Alpha?"

"A walk would do you some good. I'll bring the saddle."

Saddled up with my wings acting as a backrest for Nocturne we head out. Usually he'd be pushing me to run faster so my balls get a caning by the weighted chain around them but today he's happy enough with me just trotting along at a sedated pace. With a lush forest around me and my broken claws clacking on roots and rocks, prey hears us coming for miles around so there's no chance for me to hunt a final time. Not that I have the stomach for a last meal anyway. I'm feeling quite queasy with my time coming to an end.

Using the hooked bit in between my lips Nocturne pulls me up to a cliffside before hoping off and sitting next to me. His thoughts are just as far away as mine are right now. Both of us just sit there staring across the valley, listening to the running water of the river below us as it crashes between the rocks. Towards the end of the valley I can just make out the final resting place of my brother's body, the broad lake glistening in the midday sun.

I scoff remembering that day and the terror I felt at witnessing Nocturnes true power for the first time. "You know Alpha, I never realized how happy you killing my brother made me."

"What?"

Startled out of his thoughts I chuckle at seeing my usually well composed Alpha getting confused for the first time. "My brother was a cunt Alpha. He probably raped that poor girl right next to my territory just to get me killed as he couldn't take me on himself. I wish I could see his face now knowing that not only was he the one to die for it but I was enjoying taking his punishment. That would have had the petty bastard clawing his own fangs and eyes out. He always hated how easy things came to me Alpha. I don't think you realize how great a favour you did the world by killing that monster."

"I didn't know you had that low an opinion of him." Introspective again as he swings his feet out over the cliff he adds, "I guess I didn't give much thought to any of it honestly. Hell I still don't even know your real name after all I've put you through or how old you are. The only thing I seem to know about you is how much of a twisted perverted submissive drake you are. Which, make no mistake is awesome snubdick but why are you going through with this? Aren't you afraid of dying blue?"

That's the question I've been asking myself all day since I found out my decreed fate. "Of course I am afraid of dying. I assume everyone is terrified of it in some way or other but dying to make you happy seems like a good way to go." Fluttering the shackles on my wings just to test them I laugh at how ridiculous I sound and how nervous. "I heard you saying one of the guys had butterflies in his stomach, he was so nervous and thats how I feel now. I'm left wondering if it's going to hurt. Will it come quickly or am I going to suffer further along with so much more. Hell I'm barely past my first century. I'm young for my kind, barely a whelp like you call me Alpha and I want to die for you. I really want to make you happy Nocturne and if dying helps you I'll- well I guess I'll just have to die for you."

"Barely a century huh? That makes my 40 years look young but I would have expected you to be reaching three or four centuries given your size and power. I can't believe that as young as you are their isn't anything more you wanted to do than just to go for a walk on your final day."

Nocturne's disbelief as he hums along with the wind has me quietly chuckling as I sit my snout down next to him along the cliff. For once I actually have a bit of nausea building in my stomach as I look down from this height. Normally my wings would catch me if I fell but even straining with all my might I wouldn't be able to stop my fall from here. It gives me a sense of mortality, one that I have rarely felt before which excites me to no end. "Why not walk beside or behind my Alpha. It's what I like doing after all and just to have you talking nostalgically with me is a gift unto itself. We haven't really done that before."

"I'm not one for talking all that much snubdick and with you guzzling my piss or moaning when I fuck your tailhole there hasn't really been the need to. Why? Did you have something on your mind whelp?"

"I love that you're always direct and on point Alpha. I suppose I do and I don't have something on my mind. I was wondering maybe if you'd like one last go at fucking me and maybe you could tell me why you started studying magic while you did it Alpha?"

Scoffing he just looks back at me as I spread my legs up to show my cage and swollen tailhole off to him. "Should have known. A whore to the very end aren't you snub?"

"I plan to be Alpha." I certainly plan to be.

With cum running down the drake's nuts, Nocturne leads him back into the town for his execution. More than half the town is watching as that former drake marches past to the hangman's noose, especially as half the male population has spent themselves in that gaping cumhole. Fond memories have them torn as most had forgotten the drake was a former rapist turned whore which is only reinforced in their minds as the blue drake basically begs for his captor to piss on and mark him a last time.

Coated in a fresh batch of his alpha's piss, the former drake steps up onto the specially constructed platform and sits his head in the noose. The noble father of the girl his brother raped stands to the side with the executioner sneering for all his worth about the justice this will bring to the world. None care for his words in the square but when he's finished and signals for the hangman to begin the drake turns to stare right at his Alpha. Shaking in agony the drake draws on his magic just as the platform collapses and his body drops.

Choking and gasping, the drake's neck didn't snap from the fall prolonging his painful suffering. Jerking and shaking, instinctively he tries to claw at the rope about his throat but with no claws he can't stop it from cutting off his air supply. With over a tonne of meat, muscle and metal holding him down it's a hard thing to watch as his maw gasps without being able to draw oxygen in.

The whole crowd is silent as they watch and listen to the thrashing of the young blue drake. None more so than Nocturne as his jaw is left hanging and speechless. The drake's face scales begin to turn purple with his lack of oxygen leaving the oddest sensation to stir about the square. Like a wind that springs from nowhere, a tunnel forms between the wolf and drake seemingly composed of air and light and with a click that can be heard through the entire square his collar drops to the stone below.

Having given everything to his Alpha, the last of his magic permanently leaves him to be contained within the wolf. Free of his own magic, the collar bound to it was left with nothing to seal it about his foreclaw. Thus did his own body collapse further, it's own involuntary magicks that empowered his muscles and scales giving under the strain as his tongue convulses in a last ditch effort to take a gasp of that much needed air. Piss flows down his leg as the pool of cum his Alpha left in his ass spills in a puddle down his smooth dehorned tail adding to the degradation of his final moments.

Neck twisting, his body goes slack hanging from the noose. With his Alpha still looking on he manages one last smile knowing that he served his final purpose. Dying to please his Alpha has his cocks erupting in a final well deserved orgasm. "Whore right to the end weren't you Hirith?" Nocturne asks the corpse using the name he was given in the drake's last moments. With a blade of wind he cuts the rope to drop the drake down having had enough of the farce. Even a pet deserves more respect than what the drake was given yet Nocturne knows that this is what the drake truly wanted.

"Your snouts going to make a great pair of boots, just so I can continue trampling your muzzle into the dirt for years to come." Nocturne states so matter of factly before whipping his cock out and taking one last piss over the now cooling drake's corpse.