Born to be Bound
Okay, so this is a story based off an RP i did with someone who would like to remain nameless as he/she is a shy cutie-pie ^^
I may do this sort of thing more often because it only took a day to write up, mostly because i had good source material to work with.
So a big thanks to my RP partner who has read through this and enjoyed it!
Have fun =3
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With a bob and a weave the ice dragon dipped low, scales shifting, perpetually changing in the most subtle of ways to create the most aerodynamic shape at any angle. His wings sliced through the sky creating a small vortex of clean air in it's wake.
The day was crisp and clear, not quite summer but not quite autumn as if the countryside was trapped by an indecisive forecast. The dragon chirped to himself; winter was soon approaching and he'd finally be able to go flying more frequently. The hot months had waned his energy and made him a sluggish beast often too lazy even to catch a meal. The winter was his time.
He preformed a merry mid-air spin feeling quite pleased with himself. He was only a small dragon, but he was immensely fast, too quick and agile to catch. Or at least, that was what he thought. His scales were quite unique being completely translucent, but they appeared a pure white as the skin beneath was albino.
Something caught his eye, his sharp vision spotting it immediately. It shined and gleamed as the sunlight hit it just right, looking remarkably attractive. The shine came from the edge of a trickling stream, flanked by tree cover and high rocks. It was not the water that was creating this shimmer, he decided, it was definitely a thing embedded in the bank.
He blinked slowly at it and made a couple of wide circles around the stream, looking about cautiously before tilting his wings to spiral down towards it. The glinting attraction became more and more prominent as he circled closer; his greedy brain told him this would be a excellent shiny thing to add to his collection.
The drake landed some distance from it, maybe a few metres, eyeing it carefully. It certainly looked pretty. He sniffed guardedly all about it, forked tongue poking out to taste the scent of the air. The aroma of fresh grass invaded his nostrils and plastered his tongue. There was nothing unusual on the air.
From this distance he could tell it was a gem of some description, though not one he'd ever come across before. He powerful tail gave a swish of delight as he approached it, pawing at the earth that seemed to grip all around the gleaming stone.
Pain was the next thing he knew as it suddenly shot through his neck, piercing through his scales. He let out a sharp yelp, his wings and scales flaring upwards sharply as he turned around with a short stumble, bearing his teeth with a deep hiss and growled at his attacker. An uncontrollable dizziness struck the drake, his head spinning as things started to blur together in a motley of colours.
He could sense nobody was about and as he stumbled his fore paw stomped upon something that was not of nature. He catch sight of a metal cylinder laying on the ground with what appeared to be a needle sheared in two jutting out of one end. His head swirls and his vision became increasingly blurred. He fell to the ground with the picture of the needle in his mind, the ground thumped with his impact as he felt the tiny trickle of blood from the needle's sting running down his neck. His eyes closed over, unconsciousness was gripping and tugging at his mind.
He could hear muffled voices close by now, making out what they were saying was nearly impossible, his body turning limp and helpless. Who ever they were they clearly had enough experience to know how to knock a dragon out, that was a chilling thought for the drake. The beast didn't stay awake for much longer, the occasional twitch of his tail the only motion that hinted at his survival.
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He awoke groggily and slowly, at first not even sure if this was wakefulness or another drug induced dream the tranquilliser had given him. He had no sense of how much time had passed, it could have been days for all he knew. His vision was hazy, his head still slightly aching, body numb of all feeling. If he could think straight, he might have worried about that.
His ear fins twitched as he could hear voices, very close this time. One said: 'He's waking up,' but the rest was fuzzy. Another replied: 'Good, please tell Mr. Palmer that this one will be ready shortly.' Footsteps, then silence.
The dragon's eyes blinked without really opening, a soft groan escaped his maw at the pounding headache, his wings spasm even though he couldn't feel them, his mind still too sleepy to really comprehend the voices, much less where he was or what was going on.
Eventually sounds, vision, feeling, they all slowly started to return, but any movement seemed adequately restricted, even with his heavy limbs he could not move anything very far at all. Footsteps again, circling his form. The scent of other dragons and sterilising fluids assaulted his nose and lingered horribly on his tongue.
He blinked his eyes open, just a little this time, finding that returning to him, even though all the colours were oh so blurred and he could barely make anything out, fins flicking irritably at the sound of footsteps as he tried to see.
'Yes, I think you will be perfect,' the voice came again.
The drake could barely move his head and he sensed that was no longer because of the drugs; their effects quickly wearing off now. As he regained awareness he noticed the interesting position he was currently in, if he didn't know any better he would have said he was presenting. Blinking again at the words and the realisation that he could feel all of his relevant limbs, a little rosy blush curled over his cheeks at the feeling of his rear hiked high, giving his first real struggle against whatever was holding him there.
There came a chuckle. 'Don't bother,' the male voice said.
Now he could feel the numerous straps all over his body, holding him down in this most compromising of positions. He seemed to be pressed against a metal frame that kept him relatively comfortable, or at least as comfortable as he was going to get bent over, rump presenting to the air. He gave a wiggle, his forelegs and hind legs were bound tightly to the frame, his wings strapped against his back, tail being suspended up and back by a harness of some sort. As he went to make a growl he found he could not move his mouth to find his voice, however, it already seemed to be wide open and locked so. And was that a collar around his neck?
Blinking at the total collection of his restraints he let out a savage snarl, the sound oddly distorted by his wide open maw in the same way he also couldn't blow his ice attacks with his maw held wide open like that. He thrashed and tore with only the raw might that a dragon could provide, all to no use. The straps didn't even budge, again he got the impression these people knew their dragons.
"Now now, settle down, you'll only tire yourself out and believe me you're going to need that energy." The voice sounded smug and it was only now that the bearer came into view. The stocky anthro-rat was wearing a green uniform and brown trousers, belted neatly about his waist. He was marking something down on a clipboard. The drake took stock of his captor. How could this brown, sewer looking rat have captured him and put him in such restraints! The rat received a savage snarl and hiss, forepaws making the straps creak dangerously even though he couldn't break free.
The dragon puffed out a large ball of harmless mist at the green uniformed rat, by no means going to make him comfortable.
The rat barely seemed to notice the mist and chill that hung around his form, giving a glance to the bound drake, then a smirk.
The ice dragon noticed on the uniform of the rat the logo, which was a soaring fire dragon that had a three dimensional shimmer to it so as the rat shifted the dragon on the logo flapped its wings. What was more interesting was the name which read "Dragon's Den Safari Park."
'Hm.' He looked over once more at the drake. 'Well, you seem in perfect health, hardly surprising though, dragons often take such good care of themselves.'
The dragon's next sound was a low, dark, threatening growl, not being able to snarl again without hurting his wide open jaw.
The rat completely ignored it; clearly being growled at was something he was familiar with. He said, cheerily, 'we've been trying for many months to get a dragon, ehm, "qualified" for what we have in store for you.' The brown rat grinned, padding over to a doorway.
It was only now that the bound drake noticed just how big this room was. It was larger than any den he'd ever seen, even his own was dwarfed by it. It did not look particularly clean, but he guessed that might have been because of the dingy colours. He could not turn his head far enough to really get a good look at the room, though from the corner of his eye he could see an observation window with a number of anthros all in the same uniform as the rat, peering in at him.
'Mr. Palmer, he's ready now, send Ronin in would you please,' the rat spoke into an intercom. He turned again to the drake. 'Just try to relax, the more you fight, your worse off you'll be.' He smiled and then padded off through a heavy looking door, sealing it shut.
The drake blinked at what he said, giving a few exploration tugs and squirms against his bonds, fins flicking at the name and jumping a little in surprise as the heavy door slammed tightly shut.
The brown rat made his way into the observation room with the rest of the employees. One large tiger took his small paw and shook it firmly. 'Well done, sir, I think we've finally found our solution.' The rest of the group joined in with congratulations.
The rat smiled and replied: 'Let's not get carried away, ladies and gentlemen, we still don't know if Ronin will take to this one. But I must say i'm quietly confident. This ice dragon looks both small enough and feisty enough for our Ronin to take a liking to.' He peered through the window into the chamber. 'He will make a fine addition to our exhibits and i'm sure the public will be thrilled to hear that Ronin has finally taken a beast into his harem, especially after all the failures we had with those females. Poor guy, he hasn't had a climax since we brought him here nearly six months ago, that little ice dragon down there is in for a rough time.' He almost sounded sympathetic.
'Fancy that, we have the only Spine-Back of the mountain breed in captivity anywhere in the world and it happens to like males!' The tiger exclaimed, followed by a chuckle.
'The public will pay big to see these two together,' somebody added in.
The rat just smirked.
The bound drake used this moment of peace to look about and strain against his bindings, glaring dangerously as best he could into the observation booth. Some of the furs were writing, some were just watching or chatting and pointing.
The silence was shattered by the piercing din of grating metal on metal some distance behind the drake; all heads in the window turned to look at something behind the bound ice dragon. It was then that a strong, male scent washed over his body and a soft growl was issued. By sound and scent he easily identified the other as another dragon.
He tugged with his head back and forth against his bonds, but couldn't move at all to see what approached him from behind. He struggled in his bonds some more, his cries for help lost in the binding of his maw, nothing but helpless murmurs.
Hot breath washed over the cold drake's backside and what felt like a large snout was forced against his rear-end, a long, snaking tongue lashing against his tight tailhole as the drake behind him snuffled and growled, taking in the scent of the new dragon. A rumble of delight echoed around the hollow room; this Ronin seemed to like what he was smelling.
A soft shiver ran through his body at the warm breath across his hind scales, squirming about in his bonds as his cries went to waste, letting out a sharp hiss as the tongue pressed against his rear, snarling out at both the room and the dragon behind him.
The one named Ronin hissed back at his bound toy, giving his rear a good checking over before leaving it alone, only to come padding around to the front of the ice dragon. The first whimper of fear was issued by the white dragon as he now saw just how big this other dragon was. He was almost three times his size, covered in exotic blacks, reds and purples all mixed and marbled across his scales. A ruff of fins was splayed out around his neck, a curve of sharp horns a top his crown. Along his back were the razor edge spines that gave his sub-species its name. His paws were wide and tough looking perfectly fitted for clambering over sharp and jutting rocks usually found on mountainsides. He was easily tall enough for the comparatively diminutive white dragon to see right between this drake's legs and get a good look at the drooling black member prodding out of its slit.
The ice dragon's eyes widen at the sight of it, even despite his maw being bound a flush of red rushed to his cheeks. He produced a little snarl of sorts up at the much larger dragon, puffing cold mist at him as he strained and struggled in his bonds, which on creaked and held him mercilessly down.
The large dragon snarled dangerously at the mist, his shaft throbbing, a taloned paw swiping the bound dragon's muzzle. He wasted little time before jumping up and clutching his hips, shuffling forward, that big cock bumping against his nose, smearing it with hot, sticky pre. He thrust twice, on the third hump he pressed his length right into the wet, awaiting maw of his captive, taking the poor little drake by surprise as he hilted into his throat, growling with pleasure.
The small dragon let out a little gasp at the bump to his nose, his breath suddenly awash with the dragons thick, heavy scent, leaving him squirming and desperately trying to shake his head free of it without avail, a sharp inhalation escaping around the thick cock buried within his throat as it pressed deeply inwards.
With a snarl he clutched hold of the ice dragon's rear, talons digging in as he used his muzzle for his pleasure. Somehow his shaft swelled and lengthened even more, filling out the helpless drake's throat as he pumped pre into his belly, humping and grinding hard against his nose. His cheeks blush a little more as he struggled and thrashed beneath him, a soft, strangled cry of pain escaping his maw, his hind-scales cracking under the pressure of his claws, his breathing debilitated as pre flooded his belly.
There was nothing the poor drake could do; trapped underneath this beast and bound helplessly. He chocked around the heavy cock buried in his throat, his gullet tightening around the shaft which only seemed to excite the big male to thrusting harder.
The marbled dragon pulled from his maw and he gasped for air in that short space of time as the beast only repositioned to hammer deeper. His nose was pushed against the open protective slit of the big drake, every attempted breath only filled his senses with the hot musk of the male. It began to drive him insane with lust. Without his brain's permission his own shaft began to appear between his legs and leak pre over the frame he was bound to.
The white drake could not believe just how much precum was being pounded into his belly. Thick spurts of it filled his every struggling breath and when he tried to choke it back up another jet forced more into him. He never thought he'd die like this; drowning in preseed.
By some miracle this part of his ordeal came to an end. With a grunt the spiny dragon tugged from his throat, jumping back down. Getting a blurred look at his pulsing shaft he figured his maw seemed to have done it's job getting the beast to full hardness, The marbled drake now boasted a swollen cock that would put most other dragons to shame. He was surprised that he didn't pass out, having that thing buried so deep in his gullet. He sucked in air, coughing as slivers of pre clung to the inside of his maw. He whimpered, having no choice but to attempt to lick around the inside of his muzzle, tasting the warming pre all over his tongue, for fear of choking with every breath.
He panted as the large male padded around behind him and gave a short snuffle to his rear. The growl the beast issued seemed very pleased and the little drake could only gasp out as his pulsing member was licked roughly. He groaned helplessly, drooling a mixture of pre and saliva as his cock was tasted thoroughly. Clearly Ronin wanted to sample the fruits of what his soon to be harem male had to offer. But only a sample because quickly the beast' lust got the better of him and his need to pound into the little drake overwhelmed him.
The heavy weight of the large dragon pressed against his back all of a sudden, scales grinding against his as he shuffled into position, forelegs clutching as his sides and waist, talons pressing in sharply. He yelped awkwardly as that huge cock slammed against his smooth rump scales, ropes of pre splattering over his back and rear, coating them. He'd let a few males mount him before, but nothing even close to this size had been anywhere near his tailhole before.
He renewed his struggles, desperately trying to squirm away and shift his hips to avoid what was inevitably coming for his tight tush. He felt a rumble of desire and pleasure against his back which made him shudder from snout to tail tip. He hissed and tensed as a set of powerful jaws clenched around the side of his neck, stilling his movements and holding him in place.
The poking to his rear was unbearable, he almost wished that spurting shaft would find the mark to save him the despair of anticipation. No sooner than that thought had passed did the sharp tip of the ridged cock press against his clenched tailhole. He struggled out a yelp as the beast growled, having found his prize he began to hump pitilessly. The tight ring of flesh began to part and after a particularly brutal thrust the tip of hard cock was forced into his rear.
The little drake cried out in pain as his pucker began submitting to the thick maleness, a whimper rising in his sore throat as he was forced and stretched wider and wider. He tried to clamp down and deny the dragon further access but the marbled male only snarled and gripped him harder, pounding firmer and firmer. Precum was spurted into his ass, lubing up his tight passage, soothing his tunnel only a little as the male squeezed himself in deeper. The poor white dragon panted breathlessly, the metal of the frame straining and creaking under the weight of the two dragons.
Eventually he felt his inner depths being assaulted, his second sphincter being a firm barrier to any further penetration. His poor tailhole was already sore and spread wider than it had ever been. What was worse was the fact that he couldn't tell how much was left to be shoved into his abused hole but one thing was for sure, this male was not going to give up easily.
He was rocked for a while, taking this chance of relative peace to breath as much as he could. The feral thrusts had slowed to short humps, the dragon's pointed tip pushing against the inner sphincter. Gradually, with practised precision, the ring of flesh was teased into opening, a gush of heat filling his inner most depths as the tip pushed through.
His eyes bulged and then scrunched up shut as he called out awkward moans of painful pleasure. With the last bit of resistance his body could possibly put up pushed quite literally aside, the white drake could only whimper and tremble, his body tensing and relaxing in spasm as he was rutted. The dragon started to thrust more forcefully again, his huge cock pushing deeper into his colon, filling it with creamy pre.
As his mental and physical barriers lay in tatters he began listening to the urgency of his own body. Something, some spark within him demanded to be mated, fucked and used like a toy, only meant for one purpose: giving this big male pleasure. He fought against the nagging urge to submit, to give in to his desires, which only became more and more a losing battle as he finally felt scales press against his rear end. The drake was fully hilted within him. There was a moment where all he could think about was that thick, ridged shaft buried so very deep inside his small frame... and he enjoyed it.
The next battery of humps were slower but still forceful, still pushing into his stretched-tight tunnel. It burned painfully, but he could feel a subsiding, gradually being replaced by need and pleasure. The large dragon rumbled like thunder above him as the small drake made a solitary buck backwards. He was submitting, becoming a good little fuck-toy with every passing second, every spurt of seed eking away at what little resistance he had left.
He'd never been filled so fully and it was an experience he was rapidly wishing to have more of. The war in his brain was being fought and lost by the side that screamed at him to fight and die trying to resist if need be, losing to the side that begged to be used like this. It had always been dwelling within him, only now was it that it came to the forefront of his mind.
What sealed his fate to become the first member of this dragon's harem was when nearly the entire shaft was pulled from his swollen bowels. A feeling of desperation and emptiness gripped him and he whimpered, giving a soft call to have that wonderful feeling of being stuffed once more. Powerful talons dug into his scales, jaws drawing blood from his neck. With a snarl the marbled dragon hammered back into its pet fuck-toy, stretching him anew with such a furious lust.
The ice dragon submitted to his new master's will, giving himself over to the large male, body, mind, soul, he gave it all up as his primal need to be pounded and claimed overtook him entirely. He pushed back at the male, needing him now, needing to be fucked and filled like the good little bitch-drake he was.
There was no holding back now as a roar that made the room shake rose through the marbled dragon's belly and throat. The thrusts he received now were truly brutal, he could already feel his rump scales were battered and bruised but he no longer cared about such things. Painful pleasure was all he wanted now. He could feel his innards being rammed into and pumped full of hot preseed and he loved it.
He bucked his hips back and forth, his shaft pulsing freely in the air, jetting slick pre over the frame, the floor and his own belly. His climax was rapidly approaching and by the feel of the heavy throbs in his rear, so was his master.
The metal frame gave a woeful wailing creak as it fell apart under the enormous weight and pressure. Most of the straps that were attached to the frame loosened and some fell away. The big drake snarled and took a moment to slash away the worst of the bindings since they were interrupting his mating. The thought of escape didn't even cross the small white dragon's mind any more. Instead, with his new found mobility he only thrust his rear up higher and pushed hard back against his master, bumping back into each of his powerful thrusts.
Forelegs wrapped around his midsection as his master practically hugged and clutched him to his underside, mounting his toy higher and pounding downwards roughly. The little drake panted and hissed breathlessly, letting out a sudden, sharp call of bliss as his climax struck him. His whole body quaked as if shaken by the earth itself, his whole body tensed up, his poor abused hole clamping around the ridged cock of his master, squeezing it, causing even the big male a jolt of pain. His seed shamelessly rocketed across the ground and hit his chest where it was pressed against the firm floor. He'd never felt such intense, body-shaking pleasure before in his entire life, his head hurt with it, his body pulsed with it. He wished to be nowhere else.
The increased tightness of his rear must have pushed his master over the edge as well as he roared around his neck scales, blooded and bruised by his jaws and clenching teeth. He thrust with all his might, if his teeth were not embedded in neck scales the little drake would have been sent flying across the room.
The first jet of seed filled him, washing through his insides like a tidal wave, coating his deepest walls in thick, gooey cum. The marbled dragon kept his shaft buried as deep as possible through his climax, only drawing back a few inches before grinding back in. The effects became clear as the poor little dragon's lower belly began to swell ever so slightly, just enough to be noticeable. He gasped, panted and whimpered as he was filled so very thoroughly and so very deeply. Things became a blur and he only knew pleasure for these long moments.
He was not sure when the flow of seed petered out to a light jet in his swollen colon or when his master's thrusts became less insistent, but he was too exhausted to care. His rump squeezed and milked his master's cock greedily, wanting every drop forced inside him. His big male let go of his neck and drooled over his scales as he panted harshly, grunting and bucking softly.
Finally he released all tension and went totally limp underneath the beast on his back. Unconsciousness clawed at him and he passed out with his master buried inside his body. He was hot internally and externally, but it was a good heat, a filling and pleasurable heat. The rich, powerful scent of dragon seed cradled his mind into sleep.
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It was the second time in as many days that he awoke in a new place with a new feeling coursing through his body, only this time he felt euphoric. He dared not open his eyes, this time he hoped it wasn't all a dream. Everything had been perfect before he fell to sleep. Recollection came to him steadily and he cooed like a female as the memories filled his mind, a hot flush rising in his cheeks.
He arose steadily and wearily willed his eyes to open. He chirped quietly as a cooling breeze wrapped around his form, soothing all the sore and bruised scales. It was wonderfully cold in this place. He edged himself onto all fours, stumbled and hissed softly at the various aches and the soreness of his tailhole. He could feel a slickness leaking from his not so tight any more pucker. The wetness travelled all down between his thighs. He tittered at the thought of what it was leaving that trail.
As he sleepily peered around, he had to blink and shake his snout to make sure he wasn't seeing things. He had grass underpaw, trees extended as far as his eyes could see, the air smelt fresh and clean. He breathed it in and filled his lungs, sighing out his breath softly. His tail gave a flick then a wag as he looked about. He realised he was atop a mountainside and the view was quite incredible up here. Was he freed? Was that all they wanted from him? A place for that big drake to dump his seed? He whimpered sullenly at that thought.
His head tilted curiously as he turned around to find a large, open den behind him. It looked inviting, the scent of the other male was strong there. His head tilted the other way as he noticed the several surveillance cameras all along the top of the den entrance. Peering inside the cave-like den hollowed out of the mountain he noticed several more. Those were certainly not of draconian origin.
He yawned and stretched out, whining quietly at the pains over his body once more. He gave his wings a test flap. They ached too but he thought he could manage a short flight. He launched into the air and soared upwards. He was flying for some time before he caught sight of a barrier, a strong net looking thing that impeded further flight upwards. He scanned over it, it domed over the ground below but he couldn't even see where the net met earth.
He circled downwards and landed much less gracefully than usual. So this was his enclosure? He chirped and puffed out his chest proudly. He didn't see a problem with it. He'd have to explore it soon.
His fins twitched and he craned his head skywards to look at the shadow being cast over him. The large, marbled dragon swooped down and immediately pounced him to the ground. He yelped at the presumed attack, before blinking as wet slurps fell upon his face and neck. His master had returned and was clearly pleased to see him. He chirped happily and nuzzled back at the big, playful dragon, seeing he had another side eased any doubts he had still niggling in his head.
As it turned out, mountain dragons loved the cold almost as much as ice dragons so they seemed a good match for each other. After a long while of playful tussling, nipping and a lot of happy noises, the big drake hopped off and stepped aside, presenting a freshly slain deer, its neck open. So there was even fresh livestock to hunt, this just got better and better. His gut rumbled at the sight of the kill and he approached it but his pathway was stopped by the strong forepaw. He looked back at his master and warbled curiously.
The big male only grinned toothily and lowered his muzzle to nudge at his pet's rear. The little drake blushed and smiled sheepishly, cooing at his large master. He assented more than willingly to another breeding, pressing his chest into the earth and sticking his rear high up into the air, his tail raised as he chirped back at his master.
Behind the cameras a collaboration of drunken furs slept off an office party to celebrate the union of their most prized exhibit and their newest exhibit. The dragon safari park would be reopening in a few days time and the public would surely rush to see the mystery dragon who Ronin had taken as his. Promotions and pay-rises were abound for those involved in the endeavour to save the park from closure.