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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

A YCH commission for Mako21, Loupgaros/Greenhoof, Karrn & anonymous

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Timeo savoured his drink, though the fetish bazaar didn't allow alcohol to be consumed inside, away from the bars. That was why he was perched up at one of the bars, taking his time with his Negroni, a whisky based cocktail. And it was good whisky too...

The feline, however, was not immediately recognisable as a Norwegian Forest Cat, though he didn't mind that. Ah, Timeo had been around for long enough, a mature anthro, to take things as they were - and not all that personally at that either. It just wasn't his way, no, not then and not ever as he enjoyed new things in life. His blue fur was striped over his back and arms, even up across his shoulders, white fur thick around his face, giving him the appearance of a moustache and beard. That had taken rather a lot of styling over the years, but Timeo was simply pleased to be comfortable in his appearance, wearing a light waistcoat and black trousers.

The fetish bazar, however, was one in the city that he had visited before, even though his friends didn't know that he visited there. He preferred to keep his sex life out of their talk, even though it was perfectly fine to speak about things like that between friends, of course. Timeo had just always been a more private sort and liked to keep those things to himself and his partner - or partners, as it had been sometimes.

Letting loose, however, in the lure of bondage... Timeo growled, finishing his drink and heading down into the fray once again, where stands with products for sale, information booths and demonstration areas had been set up. Mm. That was something different indeed. He wanted to see what it would be like to be tied down and allowed to feel everything - when the rest of his body was restrained.

Of course, it was as safe a venue as any the feline could have come up with and he knew several of the presenters there from his times visiting the bazaar before. All would be public too, which set the hairs on the back of his neck tingling tenaciously, though the cat was not about to back out now that he had come that far. That was just why he had taken a bolder edge to the day and left his arms bare, the waistcoat allowing his thick fur to be admired in all its glory where it fluffed up down his arms.

Well, Timeo doubted he would be in only his fur for that long.

"Now... Who would like to join our two tops up here, boys? Don't be shy - we've got leather and shibari rope bondage up for grabs here today!"

The cat paused before the stage and the hyena caught his eye with a grin. He wasn't the presenter, no, but one of the tops, already stripped down comfortably with his cock out and half-hard, comfortable in his nudity. Nudity, after all, didn't have to be a sexual thing, even if others did so very often take it to be such.

Atticus smiled and rocked back on his heels, excited to get going. He had been practising rope bondage, specifically in the art of shibari, for quite some time already, and was keen to show off his skills. It was funny how skills like that came into BDSM play, even when others might have thought it was all about pleasure, sex, getting off... Atticus had long ago realised that it was about so much more than that.

His partner top, up on stage, Devon, was not quite the same as him, however. He was brasher and coarser, a little rougher around the edges with a hairier muzzle: definitely a draft horse, even though he had never talked to Devon about his ancestry, no. It just didn't seem to come up, as curious as Atticus was about him. Interest was just in the hyena's nature: perhaps even something that had been passed down to him from his ancestors.

"Now, boys, let's see, let's see..." The cougar hosting the demonstration, which was set to get quite kinky with fun, indeed, held his paw out for volunteers. "You'll have to get your kit off for this and be comfortable with oral and anal, of course, with our experienced tops here. Who'd like to step forward."

Karrn, however, needed no introduction, the dragon smoothly parting his way through the crowd with his breastbone. For the blue drake walked on all fours, the soft undulation of his tail making sure that those around him gave him a little more space, his white-grey horns rising prominently from his head, pointing back from his skull.

"I volunteer," he said, cool and confident, even though he was volunteering, of course, for a submissive role. "I'm sure your resident leather master can give me a good binding..."

Devon grinned, eyes narrowing.

"It would be a pleasure," he rumbled throatily, the horse's tail lashing swiftly back and forth, sweeping from the dock. "Come on up here and I'll get you all set up..."

Devon was indeed skilled and moved with an innate sense of ease, completely confident in himself and the presentation of his body. He may have been nude but his soft sheath still felt like it hid his cock away, soft, grey balls hanging low between his thighs.

He guided the dragon to a bondage bench that only needed to be adjusted a little for height, considering the fact that the dragon was quite large - though still small enough that he easily fit in the halls and exhibition areas for the fetish bazaar. Still, he was well-versed in binding quadrupeds too as he slid the dragon over the well-padded bench. He did not need rests for arms or legs, but stood on all four feet, the leather tightly encircling each limb.

Yet it was the restriction that truly did it for the dragon, Karrn sucking a breath as his confidence gently wavered. He didn't need it, beyond being confident in himself, yet the growing sense of restriction ticked all the right boxes for him, a cuff around each ankle to draw him in tight to the bench. To ensure his wriggling toes weren't able to undo any cuffs, a pair of heavy, leather mittens, claw proof, were slipped over each foot too, entirely restricting him.

Karrn groaned, tail arching up under the lightest of touches from the horse. It was right, yes, even as a leather collar slid down to the base of his neck and his tail was attached, using two more cuffs to better restrain it, to the back of the collar. It forced him to keep it up out of the way, exposing his tail hole, which was usually hidden away modestly and discreetly.

"Unff..."

"Easy there," the horse rumbled, though stole a grope of the dragon's rump. "Use safe word if needed."

It was the easiest safe word to remember and Karrn locked it away as the final notes on his bondage, the bench locked down into the staging area so it did not shift at all under his weight.

Timeo fared better, though he had to strip down completely first, however. The feline shivered, exposed, though an assistant hustled out to take his clothes from him, even if he had not had to strip down all the way. He wanted the full experience, however, grinning a little foolishly as he stood for the first parts of his bondage.

His bondage was to be standing, at first, though Atticus worked quickly and skilfully, the hyena shooting him a cheeky wink as he got started. Timeo, after all, could stop everything at any time with a safe word too, the thrill of exposure tickling his fancy something special.

I never thought it could be quite like this...

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But it was a good thing that he had the chance to experience it right there and then as Atticus took good care of him. The hyena fell into his work, finding a sense of self in the intricacy of the detailing.

Shibari bondage, after all, was an art, ropes crisscrossing the body softly, tightening their hold. He had to take care not to unduly place a pressure point by tying a knot too tightly, and the rope work had to be pretty too. It was not as simple as merely tying two paws together or even binding the forearms against one another behind an anthro's back.

No... He took pride in his work, ears twitching to catch the murmurs and exclamations of the crowd. Yet he thought Devon had the easier job of them both, despite everything. Still, there was an art to using leather on different bodies, knowing the equipment to use and, of course, how to tighten the leather cuffs and strappings to just the point where they dug in - but not enough to cut off circulation.

Even then, there was an art to it, though perhaps it came through more in the stallion's easy domination of those up on stage of him, in that instance. The stallion's cock swelled as Atticus cast him a passing glance, though the hyena did not spare Devon too much mind. They were both up there to put on a show, after all, paying attention to their submissive partners of the scene while the host talked about what they were doing and highlighted ways in which even more pleasure could be brought to their partners.

BDSM was not about taking things roughly, after all...just finding new ways to experience tiny thrills - and bigger delights too. The kind that would have swamped a submissive. That was, of course, if a skilled dominant partner was not there to support them through it.

Timeo panted softly, his lips parted in a light yowl, though he was where he needed to be, revelling in the show, though there was a shy part of him that still tried to pull back from the moment. He wasn't so often out on show, not really, but the feeling of doing so... Well, it was exhilarating.

He ended up in shibari bondage that took his paws behind his back, his forearms laid against one another as if they were a part of the ropework and not a separate entity. Truthfully, the rope felt as if it had become a part of him during the process and the feline marvelled, however faintly, how he had slipped into a more submissive role and mindset already.

It's a good thing I've got anthros here too to keep an eye on me...

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He still thought he would be able to safe word if he wasn't sure about anything, though Timeo was fortunate also in that he had watched the shows and demonstrations at the bazaar before. At the very least, he knew what to expect.

And his body responded too, standing in bondage, the intricate ropework highlighting his chest, caressing his fur. Timeo didn't know how alluring he looked, standing on the stage, murmurs running through the crowd. There was even a camera filming too - but that was a part of the bazaar. No one there could record without permission, though Timeo wouldn't have minded being a little more on show.

"Mmm..."

The hyena smirked as he backed Timeo up a step, showing off his handiwork. He was rather proud of it himself, though the feline's cock rising plumply was better to attest to his skills than anything else. Even bondage itself could draw on arousal, not purely the restriction, though the cat's legs and feet had been left free from the very tops of his thighs down.

So, Timeo could have, in part, got away if he really had wanted to. Timeo didn't want that, however, very obviously, Atticus taking a moment to run his paw down his body, from his chest to the point just above his crotch.

"Oh..."

Timeo shivered and pressed into his touch. Atticus smiled, exchanging a look with Devon.

"Do you want me to touch you, cat?" He growled, licking his lips. "Right here, in front of everyone?"

The feline trembled, eyes half-closed as he nodded.

"Oh, yes..."

Atticus was more than happy to oblige, his fingers scratching through the thicker, somewhat coarser fur of the feline's crotch, admiring the shift in shades, the blue and the flicker of white there. He was a beautiful creature and it had been a while since he had been with a cat, so he was more than wiling to make the most of it. It was part of his role there, at the bazaar doing the demos, but he could take it as far or as briefly as he pleased, as long as he took care of the bondage part of the demo.

It was too intoxicating to have control over the feline, however, closing his fingers confidently around his fleshy cock, pumping up and down just to make a drop of pre-cum bubble from the tip. The cat mewled throatily, a deep cry, and Atticus chuckled as he pressed on, languishing in the moment.

Sometimes, the hyena forgot he was being watched. Not that time, no, not when he was prickling and tingling with excitement, his own cock swelling to attention where it had been half-hard, his heavy balls feeling as if they were churning with a tangible sense of his own excitement. He grunted in the back of his throat, steadying the cat with a paw on his hip, though he didn't really need to. He just wanted Timeo to know who was in control, who was directing the scene, though he listened carefully to make sure the cat was still on board with everything. Whenever needed, Atticus was confident enough to check in.

If Timeo needed him to stop at any time, he would. There was even a pair of safety scissors nearby, just in case the bondage needed to be undone in a hurry.

Yet teasing the cat with his paw along, pre-cum dribbling onto his fingers, was not enough for the hyena. Licking his lips, Atticus slowly lowered himself to his knees, moving them apart a little so he could get a little lower still, at just the right heigh to take the throbbing length of the feline's cock between his lips and on to his tongue.

Karrn shuddered, the dragon half-facing the crowd, his head swimming with lust. His body ached and he arched and bucked, fighting his bondage - but not because he wanted to be free of it, no. He just wanted to test it, to make sure that he was really and truly restricted, even his wings tucked away in a thick, heavy leather sleeve, though they were folded comfortably. The dragon could barely twitch them up from his back - and, frankly, the restriction was simply exhilarating.

"Mmm..."

He groaned, though had not been gagged. No... Devon had a use for his muzzle, after all, the horse smirking and rubbing his jaw.

"Think you can do something to get out of that?" He teased, inviting Karrn to truly test the limits of his bondage, just how little he could move. "Go ahead, try. I'm sure the crowd here would love to see."

Karrn moaned, shaking his head, quivering in place. He already was contracting his muscles, striving to twist back and forth. Truthfully, the only part of his body that showed that he was trying to move was his tail - and somewhat his neck too. A stiff leather collar, something like a posture collar that an anthro may have worn for bondage purposes, had been placed under his chin, forcing him to keep that part of his neck rigid. It was such a small piece of equipment, when compared to the main ordeal of everything, but it ensured the dragon could not even twist around to get at his bondage with his teeth and lips either.

Trapped... Wonderfully so.

He groaned as the horse tugged his head down, attaching a short leash to the collar, just to control him. The equine's shaft swelled, the flare thick and plump, and Karrn parted his lips obediently, claws tucking in within his leather mittens.

Yet the dragon did not have to do anything but serve willingly as that thick length of stallion meat was offered to his muzzle, the sound of someone else slurping nearby catching his attention. He groaned, trying not to drool too openly around Devon's cock, quivering with so many eyes on him.

Both of them, up there, all on show... He panted heavily through his nostrils, trying to focus only on twirling his tongue around the stallion's cock. Oh, it was so good to have a big, thick length in his muzzle, though his long snout meant it did not easily grind up into the back of his throat. That was okay too as he moaned around the stud, revelling in his less than quiet submission. Karrn did not always fight back against bondage so harshly but it made him feel more secure to know that he was, indeed, fully restrained.

The dragon slipped deeper, the horse holding his leash tightly, as if not even his horns were worthy of being touched. Heat radiated from the drake's body and yet the feral dragon could not even hang his jaws open to release that heat from his muzzle in the fashion that he normally would have done. Reptiles, after all, did not sweat in the same way that mammals did, and his tail twitched wantonly at the back of his collar, pressing on the front of his throat.

"Mmph..."

Blinking, Timeo shivered, his rope bondage hooked to something at the rear of the stage, though it was not so large that he was set back or away from the crowd at all. They were all there, seeming so close to his lust-addled mind that he could reach out and touch him - or, really, the other way around. His head swam, sinking deeper and deeper into the realm of sweet submission, the intoxicating hug of the shibari around him something that he could lean into.

Atticus smirked around his cock, making a show of it, though the hyena had no reason at all to doubt his abilities, no. Atticus murmured softly around the feline's cock, letting his wide tongue sweep up against the underside in a long, slow motion.

"Mmmm..."

There was no rush of it, not in a show of control, in demonstrating, quite clearly, to the cat just where his line of control ended. Where Timeo was in charge of the breath filling his lungs and the pump of blood around his body, Atticus still took control, so very easily, from his willing paws.

He was the one who kept the feline's cock hard and throbbing, though the lure of bondage played its own part there too. Temptingly, the hyena hooked a finger into the rope across Timeo's right hip, tugging lightly. All it took was that one little motion alone to set off a chain reaction, the feline growling and moaning, his head falling back, shivering with need. It forced the rope, ever so slightly, to tighten all over his body, creating mild pressure points, reinforcing the restriction.

The cat would have adored it even more, surely, if he had been in full neck to ankle shibari bondage but, well, perhaps that was something that would have to wait for another demonstration. Unless Timeo wanted a private session sometime, which Atticus very much would be up for too.

His tongue curled around the base of the feline's cock as he drew off, just to show how flexible and limber the appendage was. It was so often taken for granted when it came to delivering blowjobs, yet the hyena could have kept the cat going and going, on the edge for as long as he pleased.

"Ohhhh... Mmmmm..."

It seemed that not all that many words were keen on leaping to Timeo's lips, however, which suited the hyena just fine.

"You could try to thrust," he suggested with a wicked grin, nuzzling down to the cat's balls with a lazy air of control. "But, really... Do you think you're going to get what you want? If you consent, we could leave you here all day for people to look at my bondage, my art, your cock still hard. Did you know there's even shibari for your cock and balls?"

"Mmmph... Oh..."

Timeo groaned, shaking his head, quivering in place. His shaft ached viciously, yet there was a part of him that didn't want to cum quite yet either. The whole experience was too good, feeling as if the seconds were passing far too swiftly for him to take in everything as he wanted to.

It would not have been a bad thing to stay there all day, even if his legs ached and his world spun, hard and needy. But perhaps not that time.

"Not all day..." He panted, forcing the words out, being an active participant in the scene. "Mmm... Couple of hours here...max..."

Atticus nodded, pleased to know the limits of the scene. It was not as if they truly had the stage for that long anyway, but it was good to know just how far he could take things. He had no intention of denying Timeo his climax, but he wanted to play into the moment, the crowd murmuring, the throng of anthros having thickened since the last time he'd looked up.

He'd never get tired of performing for them, no. His tongue dipped under the feline's balls, testing the weight of them, relishing in just how Timeo's toes curled, his short claws acting as if they wanted to dig down into the stage. Of course, they had the usual scratch-resistant flooring there, for all kinds of anthros came to the demonstrations to join in.

They had to be prepared for pretty much anything there.

However, the ground wanted more and Timeo was there to be joined, all while the dragon's head was being drawn back and forth beside him, sucking on Devon's cock. Atticus growled lightly, licking his lips.

Why should he give all the pleasure, even in the art of control and restraint, to the cat, after all?

There were better takings to be enjoyed and he quickly unhooked Timeo from the wall so he could gently fold him to his knees. The feline blinked up at him for a moment, confused by the change in position, yet it was the perfect moment for him to part his lips with the thick length of hyena cock right there before him.

"Ohhhh..."

It was Atticus' turn to moan, shivering in place, as he rolled his hips forward, spearing into the cat's willing mouth and showing just how different oral could be when the positions were reversed. He had not shown the feline what he could do with his muzzle to be submissive in any way, but to demonstrate the level of control and easy dominance that could be had from such an act.

Taking the feline's muzzle, however, was another matter entirely...

Karrn grunted, eyes half-lidded, trying to stay in touch with everything happening around him. It was hard, however, his cock aching, pressed out all the way and throbbing, thick, pearly ropes of pre-cum drooling from it. They'd already stretched all the way down to the stage, a puddle of arousal under him, a visual representation of how far his need had gone already. He needed to cum, his tail hole exposed, though the horse seemed more than happy to merely plough into his muzzle, taking advantage of the wet heat there.

And then the horse was pulling out, teasing him with the head of his cock just barely tugging and bobbing at the drake's lips. Karrn moaned and stretched after Devon, even trying to extend his tongue out as far as possible, just to get even more of that delicious length back inside his mouth, eyes hazy, aware of his surroundings but not really feeling like a part of them.

He was a show... Just on show...

"I think you need something more than just sucking my dick," the stallion nickered throatily, sending a shiver of lust through the dragon. "How'd you feel about taking a cock like this under your tail?"

Karrn moaned, swiping the tip of his tongue over the very end of the stud's cock. But it was not enough, could not be enough, leaving him panting and quivering in place, his hind end aching in particular from how hard he was straining and pulling against his restriction.

"Mmmmph... Yes..."

It was a time that the dragon would have said something about the horse not being big enough for him or being able to please him - something silly and cocky and intended to rile Devon up. Yet that was not what he wanted as he took the stallion's cock back within his mouth, twirling and curling his tongue desperately around the equine's smooth skin, even the medial ring rubbing deep into his maw.

If Devon wanted to keep him there, giving head for as long as the demonstration was on, he wouldn't have any choice in the matter. For it was that very choice that Karrn had willingly given up.

But Devon didn't want that either, his own need up, casting a wink to the crowd that Karrn did not catch. He left the dragon panting, giving him a mildly reassuring yet condescending pat to his shoulder as he walked behind him, the low, languid roll of his gait making the sound of his hooves ring out across the stage. Karrn shuddered before him and Devon exchanged a look with Atticus, the two of them there in their element, even though the hyena and the horse had unique styles of domination.

It seemed that Atticus understood just what the horse was planning to do, however, and Devon lined up his aching member with the dragon's softly pulsing hole, though there was no rhythm or reason at all to how the dragon clenched. It was as if he was being kept on the edge in a different way that time, trying to anticipate just when Devon would push into him.

A raised bench - one for leaning rather than lying on top of or being tied to - was brought up for Timeo, considering that he was standing in his rope bondage. The crowd still wanted to see how he was tied up, of course, and the inclined stand was something like a podium at just the right height for him to rest his chest over it. Atticus squatted a little, his cock in paw, giving it a few quick rubs, even though his touch would not compare to the tight grip of the feline's backside that he was soon to have.

So, Devon timed everything perfectly, the stallion grinding in deeply into Karrn's aching hole as Atticus did, their submissive partners of the moment moaning and twitching. Karrn strove to hump back, tail twitching and obviously trying to thrash, yet the drake didn't get anywhere with that, just as Devon wanted. But the stallion took some measure of pleasure too from the act of voyeurism, his hide shivering in that distinctly equine fashion as he slid in.

To control and to dominate... Yet there always had to be consent there too, they all knew that. It was just about finding what worked for different submissives, to truly let the moment shine.

Atticus growled, exchanging a look with Devon, though he didn't mind so much that the horse was staring at him, copying him. He knew the stallion was, in fact, still focusing on his submissive, though there was a penchant for them both to get caught up in the moment too. It was not as if they were infallible either as dominant partners at that time and the hot wrap of the feline's anal passage around him was more exquisite than the hyena could have imagined.

"Mmmmph..."

He rumbled a growl that rose up from his chest, throat vibrating, smirking to the crowd. He could keep his composure as he sped up his thrusts, taking a different approach from Devon who fucked his partner long and slow, making the dragon grunt and squeal. Those cries... Mmm. He wanted to see the feline cry out like that too.

Timeo blinked, his eyes watering, though he had been positioned, perhaps deliberately, so he could see the dragon and the stallion on the stage beside him. He had not thought that it would have been possible to think about anything other than what was happening to him, yet there was a part of him too that wanted to soak in the moment, to relish in every tiny detail of it.

All the eyes on him, making his skin prickle, the fur even feeling like it was standing up deliciously on the back of his neck.

Just how tight he felt around Atticus' cock, the hyena driving and ploughing into him with short, sharp, claiming thrusts.

The lewd moans of the dragon beside him, who had looked so cocky when coming up on stage but had been reduced to an obedient submissive in no time at all.

"Mmmph... Ohhhh..."

Timeo tried to say something, something good, but the words got tangled in a long, drawn-out groan, his cock throbbing. Atticus' saliva had long since dried on it, though he could still taste the hyena's musk in his muzzle, trying to flick his tail up higher - even though his shorter tail was well out of the way already. He wouldn't have wanted to make anything difficult, after all, for the hyena.

The drake panted heavily, trying to lick his lips but practically drooling, shocked that he had dropped so wonderfully low so quickly. He made a mental note to try out heavier bondage again, drinking in the sense of restriction and helplessness, even though he knew, in the back of his mind, that he could stop the scene at any point, if he needed to. But trusting someone else and giving every drop of control that he could over to them was something that Karrn would find himself coming back to over and over again for the sheer high it gave him.

The cat didn't seem to be holding back any either as he yowled, lips pulling back from his teeth in a flash of teeth that, in that moment, were much smaller than Karrn's. The drake didn't think, however slowly his thoughts were coming, that the rope bondage would have been as restrictive as the leather for him, but maybe that was because of his greater size. He really needed to be able to trust his restriction, though Devon had given him exactly what he needed.

"Unff... Yes... Please..."

He shook his head to the extent he was able, losing himself in the moment. He could have everything and anything he wanted as the horse ploughed into him, taking him in long, demanding strokes that forced him to feel every inch. Even the medial ring raked over his tail hole as the stud drove deep, the dragon's tongue dropping lustfully from his maw.

"Mmm..."

"Easy there..."

But Karrn could not take it easy, not as the stallion's fat flare teased up against his prostate, stimulating him past the point of no return. Maybe it had been the bondage that had riled him up to such a fever-pitch already but, frankly, Karrn didn't have it in himself to care.

His cock throbbed, feeling like it was swelling even more, though that was not quite possible. Yet the dragon leaned into the tug of his testes aching furiously, bellowing out a throaty roar that was, somehow, not quite as deep as what he would usually unleash, quivering and shuddering in place. Every fibre of his being wanted to thrust and thrust, yet the stallion sped up under his tail, gripping the thick root of it for leverage, taking him harder now that Karrn had been thrust over the edge.

Yet he hung there in ecstasy, prey to his own feelings, even as a prey creature, in all truth, took him like he was smaller and weaker. Karrn moaned, stuttering over his own cries, trying to twist his head back and forth, containing himself in any way that he could, all while he came undone. His seed splattered over the stage as his cock shot spurt after spurt, even catching the leather mittens on his front feet, though that was hardly something the drake was concerned with.

Timeo shuddered, sinking into the moment, the sense of being watched. Yet even his sensitive sense of smell picked up on the dragon's orgasm, if Karrn's cries had not given him away. His toes curled and he tried to buck back against Atticus, though the hyena ground deep, pressing his hips to the feline's rump.

"Cum for me, kitty."

Timeo shuddered and moaned, yet the hyena had him right where he wanted him and, thrusting again in grinding strokes that barely pulled back before driving in again, he could not help himself. The stallion whinnied shrilly, bragging his own orgasm, at the same moment, though Timeo didn't care at all what was happening near him, not anymore. Not as he moaned and quivered, letting warm, sinking submission swamp him, pulling him down where he could be controlled and taken care of.

Because he trusted his partner, even as his glutes tensed and he yowled breathlessly, barely able to cry out at all as his cock throbbed, spilling his cream all over the stage. It was not quite as impressive a load as Karrn's, but the dragon was a fair size larger than Timeo, so there was no real comparison there. He languished there, letting orgasm sweep through him as the hyena sped up and up, the drake's groans falling deeper and quieter, as if he didn't quite have the voice to spend them anymore.

Yet it was all about the moment, of being present in it, feeling the curl of his toes and the pound of his heart, so vehement that Timeo thought it may well have leapt out through his chest if it had been afforded the opportunity to do so. He leaned heavily on the podium stand, grateful for the padding and the support, though Atticus was there behind him to thrust and grind, permitted to seek his own pleasure now that the scene was nearing its completion.

He took it all in his stride, smirking at the crowd, allowing the attention to wash through him. It was where he belonged, showing off all that he could do as his submissive panted below him, Atticus raking his fingers through the feline's thick fur, soothing him, but only for a moment. Timeo was more than fine and he had no concerns about him in the slightest as he let the twitch and clasp of the cat's tight hole milk him for all he was worth.

"Unff... Nnngghhhh!"

And it was at that point that the hyena, oh so very briefly, lost control, juddering up wantonly to the feline's rump, the rest of the world dropping away. Even though he was up on stage, he didn't' feel their eyes on him anymore, merely the tightness of the cat's backside clenching and squeezing, gripping him as if he never wanted to let him go. He released, moaning long and low, his breath stuttering, juddering through his cry.

And every spurt of his seed flowed right up where it belonged, even though Atticus would not have minded at all getting to unload down the cat's throat too. It was all about pleasure, about sharing it with one another in ways that got both of them off, and that was something he'd come to understand long ago.

Maybe next time he would get to fuck a dragon like Karrn, he thought dimly, staying deep with his cock inside Timeo, drawing out every drop of pleasure from the moment that was his to take. Or maybe he would have someone else entirely. The whole scene had given him more ideas still for his bondage art and he was keener than ever to practise in the meantime.

With the host wrapping up the scene, the hyena grinned.

The next demonstration they gave was sure to be even more entertaining than that one...

He'd make sure of it.