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Xander panted as another droplet fell on his nose. The gryphon's eyes rolled back in his head as the refresher to his master's musk slammed through his system, all but zonking him out again. As if he wasn't already mostly out of it already.

"Nnngh...mmph..."

He breathed in, the scent already sinking in, the pheromones behind it dragging him deeper and deeper. The gryphon's fingers curled into fists, his toes curled over his feet, and then he relaxed again as the heady musk took him deeper...deeper...deeper.

Drip, drop. Another droplet landing on the jockstrap pinned to his face, keeping it damp with the thick scent of the masterful dragon that had claimed him and dragged him down into this basement to begin with. His arms, bound as they were, were useless to him even without taking into account the thick leather holding them down. That scent, that powerful scent, washed his mind down to nothing every time that he took a breath.

Drip, drop. He moaned, his cock throbbing helplessly against his belly, his master's words deep and rich in his ears as the words played before his eyes.

Obey.

Submit.

Aroused.

Serve.

Submissive words pulsed through the visor before his eyes, each one another blast of need and want that just refused to go away. He panted for breath, which only added to the need that the musk forced through his body every time that he breathed in. His cock was so hard that it felt tight, like something had to happen to relieve that tightness before it twisted itself right off his body from being wound too hard.

He groaned, moaning, whimpering as -

Drip, drop.

"Nnnngh..."

He breathed it in again, his cock so hard, his body so sensitive, his hole -

Obey.

Submit.

Aroused.

Empty.

Needy.

Oh, so needy. So very needy, and so very empty. His asshole felt like it had been left empty for the last month after the training that he had received. Month? Year? He had a loose grasp of time, and -

Drip, drop. Another moan left his lips, his tail lashing about, his beak parting slightly beneath the jock as he moaned for more.

Obey.

Submit.

Aroused.

Empty.

"Needy little boy, aren't you?" the master whispered, the star-winged dragon looming between his legs, a finger pressing just under his balls. "You want this so badly, don't you?"

"Mmmmph...mmmph..."

"Yes, such a good boy. Breaking into the slut that you always were. Just a little bit more is all you need, isn't it?"

Xander didn't have the mental energy to respond to that anymore. His body burned with a need that could no longer be quenched on his own. He needed something else, someone else, someone like -

Drip, drop. Someone that would give him the musk all the time, someone that would fuck him and leave him satisfied in a way that no toy could. Someone like the master, someone that whispered to him and into his soul and made him feel like the little slut that he really was deep down inside.

Obey.

Submit.

Aroused.

Empty.

Needy.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"You're so close, aren't you?" the dragon teased. "So close to climax, so close to cumming, so close to giving in. You know you won't cum until you give in properly."

"Mmmph!"

He wanted to, needed to, but he didn't know how. His master had said that he needed to stay in this until he broke, but what would it mean to break? What would happen to him? How would he know when he was broken, and how would he show it? Xander whimpered, throwing his head back against the bondage table, catching the pillow that had taken the imprint of his head after so many headbutts against it.

"MMMPH!"

"Mmm, don't worry. You're close. Soon, it will happen."

The master's fingers wrapped around his cock, giving it three swift strokes. It was so close, so fucking close to enough, but it wasn't quite there. His hole, his empty hole demanded attention, and without that, he couldn't cum. His body needed something inside that pucker, something to give him that satisfaction that he now required.

He tried to arch his back, but the bindings kept him there. There was nothing to let him loose. Nothing to let him get what he needed.

The master's finger teased him worse, drawing circles right over his pucker. Just one little push, and he would have at least had something in there, some hint of satisfaction, but -

Drip, drop. Another breath of that scent, and he slipped further down. His hole relaxed, no longer clenching, and -

Obey.

Submit.

Aroused.

Empty.

Needy.

Empty.

Empty.

Empty.

Xander wheezed out slowly, his cock still so slippery, but going slightly soft. No more pain there, just need, and his hole clenched hard before going slightly limp, as well. It loosened, no longer so tense, and the master smiled.

"There it is...empty hole, empty mind."

"Empty hole...empty mind," Xander whispered.

"Now, let's fill them both with what matters."

Fill with what matters. Filled at all was what mattered, and he moaned as he felt the tip of his master's cock pressing against his hole. So much warmer than those clawed fingers, so much better than the simple bluntness that he had become used to, that cock made him sigh in utter bliss as it parted his pucker and slid into his depths.

"Ahhhh..."

"That's it...take it in...feel it in your ass...and in your mind..."

Cock-brained. He was going cock-brained, thinking of nothing but cock -

Drip, drop. Cock and musk, musk and cock. His mind was consumed, brought low and filled to the brim with nothing but need and rut, rut and need, and fucking for the sake of his master. The gryphon was limp and soft everywhere, his entire body giving in to the commands that had been drilled into his mind over and over again. He was needy, he was empty, and he was obedient.

"Mmmph...mmm..."

"Mmmm, that's my good little fluffy feathered slut. You wanted this for so long. And now, you finally get it."

Finally getting it, and he was already so close. One long thrust had almost taken him over the edge, and the feeling of his master so close to him now, scaly crotch pressed against him and almost taking him over the edge, throbbing inside of his hole and pressed right against his pucker, was almost more than he could take. He moaned out loud, his eyes rolling back in his head, and he felt his balls rising -

Then the master pulled back, and he felt the urge subsiding. His arousal remained, but the urge to cum, the urgency and need that had been right there at the edge, faded. He panted, gasping for breath -

"AH!"

And then he was filled again. His ass and his mind, both of them taking that cock, filled to the brim with the master's perfect cock, taking it to the hilt. All the way in, all the way out, then all the way in again.

Xander almost forgot his own name as it pounded in and out of him, rutting him, fucking him, using him again and again. He moaned, he gasped, he shrieked at one point. He might even have cum. He didn't know; all that mattered was cock inside him, in his ass and on his mind.

In, out.

In, out.

In, out.

The world faded, replaced solely by that fat cock, and even when the dragon finally went over the edge, the gryphon was ready for more. He panted as he was filled, swelling stomach pushing his cock down slightly as the dragon held himself hilted, but could only smile when the master leaned down and asked:

"Are you ready for round two?"

"Yes...master."

"Good boy."

The End