Dragon BDSM

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Masculine Pleasures

"It's too easy to make a slut like you beg."

Jose purred throatily, the anthro dragon's amusement thick in the back of his throat, the blue-green scales of his tail catching the light as the long appendage undulated back and forth. It was almost cat-like, though there was something about the dragon that could not be denied, something that could never be confused, not ever, with any other creature.

As a dom, he was always in motion, or maybe that was just a part of Jose, how he naturally was. A dragon held poise and grace in spades - or, at least, Jose did. The drake's horns curled elegantly back from his head in a way that was intrinsic to dragons and not seen on any other reptiles, a smaller set of short horns, only a couple of inches long, set below the bigger pair, the dominant pair. Where the majority of his scales were blue-green, shifting between the shades, depending on the light, his belly and front were a little lighter, his crotch clad in sleek latex, though the bulge that could be found there promised more.

"Mmm..." He purred, enjoying the show, the playroom just as he wanted it to be, of course with his favourite partner in there, his only partner. "You're delectable...even when you're drooling."

His partner and loving submissive, Den, groaned over the bondage bench, his backside smarting. The dragon was larger than him, though they were still the same general type of Westernised dragon, not bearing the long, trailing whiskers of Eastern drakes, but size had never truly mattered between dominant and submissive in that manner before. It was hot, perhaps a little too much so, for Jose to loom over Den, who went by Dennis in more professional settings, but it worked for them. Sometimes, relationship were just like that and they were both luckier than they could ever have imagined finding someone that fit their nuances and quirks so perfectly.

The room around the pair was dark, a hint of blue filtering in from the horizontal light on the wall, directed down so that it did not catch anyone's eyes, the kind of mood lighting that might have been found in a gaming room set up or similar. Red was the kind of thing all too often found in a playroom, though Jose would not have gone as far as to call the space where they took their pleasures and liberties with one another a dungeon. Maybe one day, when they had a home further afield, they could have a bigger space for kink parties...

But not then. Jose had to pay attention to his submissive in that moment, raking his gaze appreciatively over the drake's larger body, how the muscles of Den's form and figure showed easily through his golden scales. It was not as if scales hid much, not like fur on some other anthros, but the golden drake was powerful, which was one reason it felt so good to dominate him. There was certainly something to be had in the size difference that Jose especially liked.

Shuddering, Den drooled around the ball gag in his mouth, though a squeaker was tucked into the palm of his hand: what counted as his safe word if things went wrong. Gagged as he was, he could not do anything against his position, though the dragon was quite comfortable and happy where he was, his tail hooked up and poised over his back. Around his neck lay a heavy, thick, leather collar, pressing in on his throat. That would have been restrictive enough on its own, but he liked the feel of his tail hooked and bound to the back of it too. If he tugged lightly, he could put even more delectable pressure on the front of his throat, though he took care not to compress his windpipe too much.

His dom, anyway... He was there to look after him, to care for him through the scene, though Den too often found himself not wanting to leave a scene that he had started with Jose, his master. His master made him feel so intoxicated, so powerful, so delicious, as if he was a treat that could be devoured over and over again, that he didn't want to leave.

Maybe that was subspace. Maybe that was just where Den belonged. Maybe it didn't matter at all.

He was where he needed to be, muscles bulging, his bondage formed of latex straps, though his arms were bent at a funny angle, his wrists close to his chest. It didn't allow him to put much strength behind trying to break free, leaving him with a delicious sense of restriction, even though the bondage bench more or less had him on all fours, his knees on padding as well as his chest. The bondage bench kept him at a good height for his master too, his buttocks exposed, though Master Jose had already rained down a fair selection of blows with his hand and his favourite cane across his exposed scales.

Den moaned around the gag, his eyelids fluttering, feeling how his hair, which ran down the back of his neck like a sort of mane, starting between his large, heat dissipating ears, clung to his scales. He could not sweat, but the warmth from his body still made him feel like everything was clinging to him, cuffs around his wrists and his ankles keeping him in place.

"Mmmm..."

Jose ran his fingers over Den's backside as the drake hissed and tried to arch. But there was nowhere for Den to go, not as he rolled his hips back, wanting more, pain flaring through him from his buttocks. There had to be a welt or two there at the very least, though that would all come to be seen in time, grunting, twisting, although the bench was bolted down to the ground. Although Den knew that there was more still in the playroom for Jose to consensually abuse and entertain him with, the rest of the room was in darkness, leaving only the blue glow to see by.

He didn't know what was going to happen to him, but that was half the fun for Den as he handed over full control of himself and his body to his dominant, knowing that there was nothing that Jose would do to him that he did not want. It may have been considered too harsh to others, but all that took place between them was well within their established rules and boundaries.

Which always left them free to play as they pleased, doing all that they willed, all that they wanted together...

"You want my cock, don't you, little slut?"

Jose murmured, not needing to raise his voice. He already had all the attention of the only one in the room that mattered to him. He arched his back, rolling his hips forward against Den's backside, the round of the dragon's glutes providing ample cushioning for him to push against, humping and grinding and thrusting.

Den moaned. But, of course, there was still the pesky matter of Jose's latex underwear in the way, even though it was a skimpy set and already bulging forward, out and out and out, as if it was going to ping off his hips in but a moment. The round of his bulge ground into Den's backside as the slightly smaller, though finer in build, dragon humped and pushed against him, almost as if he was going to fuck his submissive right then and there, though Den would have been a fool to think that Jose was going to make it that easy on him. If the submissive got everything they wanted right off the bat, where would the fun even have been in submitting in the first place?

He didn't know, wouldn't have known, not even as his head swam with lust, losing himself right where he was. Though he could not float or drift away, no, not with being bound and lashed downs o tightly, needing that ever-present restriction of his bondage to know that he was there, that he was safe and that he was secure. Den's head swam, chewing on the ball gag as he drooled around it, though it was all the dragon could do solely to keep his eyes open. All he knew was that he needed it, that he craved it, that he yearned for it more than anything else, that hot rod of dragon meat plunging deeply up inside his tail hole, stretching him out in the best of ways.

"Such a simple, cock hungry slut..." Jose chuckled, mocking him, shivers of anticipation trembling through Den. "Tell me how much you want it. Go on, your master is listening..."

Den's eyes flew open and he grunted around the gag, shoving against it more and more urgently with his tongue. If the dragon had been at all in his right mind, he would have realised and known that Jose was teasing him, that he couldn't really talk, not with a gag in his mouth. Yet there was something about the playroom and the entire experience that had him more obedient and needier than ever, wanting that, wanting to do what his master told him to do even though he could not physically do it.

Maybe that was just how things were for a needy slut like him, a dragon who no longer even wanted to think for himself, just enjoy the moment, just do what his master wanted. There was a bliss to be had in losing his mind, of course, in letting everything else slip away, languishing in the moment, delving into the feel of his drool slipping through his maw, how he could not talk, vocal cords working overtime, the rough pull of the latex against his backside. Even then, his master thrust, grinding against him with an even more savage push of his hips, the bulge thicker than ever. Den did not have to be completely in his right, non-submissive mind to know that Jose was already fully hard within his underwear, his cock merely waiting to be freed for the full length to spring loose.

Jose smirked, groping and spanking his slut's backside, ignoring his cries, however muffled they were. He knew that Den would use the squeaker if needed, their safe word for the time being while the dragon was gagged. For the time being, it was time to move on to sweeter fruits, to enjoy what could be better made theirs in the passion of the moment...

"Hm... Well, if a cock whore like you can't even beg for my dick, I'll give you a replacement. A little something to stretch you out, to put pressure on..." Jose paused lightly, licking his lips, though it was the silence that gave the moment the effect and anticipation that he wanted. "Hm...all the right places. Don't you agree, my lovely little whore?"

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