In Bondage, Scaled
The world was hazy at first; diving in and out of focus. Everything from tip to tail felt tingly and numb at the same time. A few thoughts fluttered about in his head; the wine, the bar, the smiles exchanged. Slowly, as things began to settle, he became aware of a weight. Something was around and above him. It took only a moment for him to realize what it was as his eyes fully opened to the dark silk of a pillowcase.
While he could not see to confirm the sensations that were slowly returning to his numbed mind, they told him rather well the predicament he found himself in. Inky black leather covered both his scaled snout and much of the back of his neck, joined in some sort of collar and muzzle. While able to breathe through a hole in the front, his agile tongue quickly discerned that it's primary purpose was far from letting something as small as oxygen in. Across his lithely muscled chest were a series of straps, each pulled scale taut and cupping much of his natural physique. The harness also served the purpose of holding him in his current position. The thick d-ring on the back pressed against his spine and also, he soon realized, anchored his tailtip to nearly his shoulders. Furthermore, a set of leather bracers covered nearly his entire forearm and linked together to hold both arms well behind his back. His ankles shifted in the equally secure cuffs linked by a bar that kept him splayed and displayed on the bed before him.
The idea of being completely helpless had already begun to play with the secret corners of his mind. There was no simple, dismissive explanation for this gear or this position. He was shortly about to be used and likely used roughly. His amber cheeks reddened as he could already feel the first inch or so of his shaft arching outward from his slit. As it did, the sting of cold metal was readily apparent. It appeared that the harness had been outfitted with a cockring, expertly positioned over his groin to catch and hold his erection. To that end, it's job was swiftly done. The turgid flesh of his shaft throbbed a crimson and then a deeper shade of purple as the metal held him erect and needful.
A hand began to brush along his back, pulling gingerly at the straps and roughly caressing his prone form. The hand itself was also reptilian, powerful and large. Firm squeezes dug his captor's thick talons into his hide just enough to border pain. The electric thrill of the caress forced a thin stream of pre to dribble from his angry cock.
The hand was joined by another and soon the two of them were roughly groping the young desert lizard. Pectorals were cupped and squeezed like a female's breasts. His belly was smoothed over and slapped to tense the muscles beneath. Every time those claws drug across his scales they sized him up; measuring their prize and taking in every inch of him. Of particular interest was his firm backside. Years of running and pride in his body had shaped those pert globes into firm, cut mounds of muscle. The hands squeezed them like melons, backhanding each cheek once or twice to drive the prone lizard to tensing them. Without warning a thumbclaw pushed it's way into his unlubricated anal vent, driving in a full inch before slipping back out. The flesh immediately darkened, as if embarrassed by being taken so forcefully, and was slapped once more before the weight on the bed began to shift.
His head was lifted high enough for his captor to slide beneath it, yet all he could see was a set of firm, scaled abdominals pulling the dusky amethyst scales above them taut. Soon though, his eyes were greeted with another sight. Throbbing and pulsing as it rose from his captor's groin was well over a foot of ridged and spined dragoncock. The girth alone was enough to widen the lizard's eyes and knowing what was soon to occur did nothing to diminish that shock. The tip of the shaft found it's way to the strategically placed hole in the muzzle and slid inside smoothly. There was nothing he could do but accept it as each ridge brushed over his tongue and swelled outward enough to tickle the roof of his mouth. No respite was given as every inch was pressed into the lizard's warm snout and soon the head of the monstrous length was already well on it's way down his throat. Even then, his captor did not stop. With a forceful hand on the back of the lizard's head, the muzzle itself was forced into the dragon's slit, spreading it open wide as he worked the last inch into his new toy's snout.
"Sss-suck."
It was not a word, it was a command and the voice carried the weight of one. The captive lizard obeyed without question. His tongue snaked out along the textured length, teasing and caressing along the sensitive flesh within the other male's slit. Such attentions were obviously appreciated by the slow bucking of the dragon's hips and the cooing growls that echoed in his ears. Urged on by this the lizard began to trail his his tongue along the length in spirals, suckling firmly with each thrust back into his gullet. Soon the length in his abused snout began to throb faster as the thrusts became more forceful. It was all he could do to keep breathing as the length hammered into his aching throat and deep into his esophagus. After a seeming eternity a sudden rush of warm, creamy liquid spilled across his tongue and down into his gurgling stomach. Each pulse of the cock held between his lips pumped out another thick wad of seed until he felt like his belly would burst. Slowly his captor withdrew from his snout and shifted again on the bed.
As the muscular reptile passed the lizard's gaze it became apparent that this was only the start. Still throbbing between those powerful thighs, it seemed that one orgasm would not be enough to slate the creature's desires. A paw firmly gripping his right rump cheek signaled that his tail was likely next on the agenda.
The sensations began with a soothing moistness. Something tickling over the sensitive scales of his anal vent. Before long he realized the ministrations were those of the other reptile's tongue, bathing his still ruddy passage in thick saliva before pressing past the ring of muscle and deep within the lizard's sensitive backside. The creature's tongue was equally textured with ridges of muscle lining the thick, forked appendage. Though not as thick as the shaft that was only moments ago buried in his mouth, the sides easily pressed against the velvety walls of the lizard's anal passage as it probed deeper inside him. With more than a foot of tongue flexing and flickering within him it was hard to keep from whimpering at the pressure building up behind the constraining cockring. Steadily he was fucked by the ribbed organ as it's owner's snout pressed between his supple rump cheeks. No portion of his backside was left untouched as the velvety walls were slathered in thick saliva. His own cock pulsed needfully between his thighs, lingering on the edge of release but held back by the constraining metal until he felt the bulge beneath his slit begin to swell. The tongue slithered out of his passage as the warm breath was exchanged for the cool rush of the air in the room. Instantly he felt his rear tighten as the overstimulated muscle was finally relieved of it's pleasurable torment.
His backside ached to be filled again, however, and his tail arched upward against it's constraints as he attempted to shift into a more ready position. The situation no longer mattered, he needed to be filled again by something, ANYTHING.
The silent wish was answered as he felt the spiked tip of his captor's swollen cock press against his backside.
Smoothly and without mercy the thick shaft pierced his abused ring and plunged deep within. His mouth remained agape within the muzzle as he felt the wet slap of the dragon's moist slit against his curvaceous backside. The shaft within him flexed purposefully as it's owner made sure to fill every crevice with his textured member. Trickles of natural lubricant trailed along the muscled cleft of his rump before slipping over his swollen internal balls and onto the sheets below as smooth scaled hands slid along his sides and down to cup his chest firmly. The talons dug into his scales, bordering on piercing the flesh beneath, as with a swift backstroke the thick cock left his tailhole. Feeling the ridged tip as it slid past his abused ring and again as it drove hard into him once more sent shocks along his scales. His whole body tensed with each powerful thrust, arching and aching without any conscious thought. He no longer kept his eyes open, giving over completely to the sensations that rushed through him. With each harsh pounding he could feel the sheets grazing along his overstimulated length and each time they grew more moist with his and the dragon's lubricants and the beast above him showed no signs of wavering. Every thrust slammed harder into him and ground that ridged tip against his overstimulated prostate and as they drew on, he began wishing for the sweet release of the dragon's orgasm as if it would mean his own. He felt himself pulled suddenly upwards and into the hot breath of the dragon. Moist and stinking of musk, it wafted around his throat as he felt the graze of teeth against the back of his neck. The sounds of metal snapping gave way to a sudden rush of light as the muzzle fell from his snout and onto the moistened bed below. Through squinted eyes he was only barely aware of a shadow passing into his view before a set of scaled lips pressed hard against his own and that skilled tongue once more assaulted him. Pressing open his trembling lips with ease, he felt his own tongue seized by the prehensile organ and locked into place. Soon the dragon was drawing breath from the lizard's own lungs, filling them with that thick, pheromone laden air until everything began to grow hazy. His eyes rolled back into his head as he wavered in those strong arms, his backside now eagerly accepting each piston-like thrust. With a final and forceful slap, scales met scales and a sudden rush of burning hot seed poured into the lizard's backside. The howl of release, even though his own had not been reached, was silent as the air poured into the dragon's snout. A few more thrusts made certain that the lizard was well and truly coated before those lips and that tortuous tongue pulled away and the sweet smell of fresh air passed through his nostrils.
Lilting and soft, the dragon's voice seemed out of place as it drifted into the lizard's ears. "Have you gotten this out of your system, love?"
The lizard cracked a smile, warm in the shared afterglow. "You broke character..." He arched his back, shifting his taut rump in just the right way. "That's a one orgasm penalty."
"A whaAAAAAA..." The dragon whimpered as his hands slid from the lizard's chest. The skilled reptile's rump was undulating along his lover's spent length in just the way the lizard knew he liked it. Soon the dragon's cock was rising within that tantalizing tunnel and his once empty balls were working overtime. His paws fell to the teasing lizard's rump cheeks, gripping them tightly as he tried desperately to thrust into his lover. Each attempt failed as the muscles continued to tease and tantalize. For the lizard's part, he enjoyed every minute of this. Every technique and trick he'd taught himself was employed as the dragon was helpless to do anything but whimper at the skilled ministrations. Still, as fun as it was to tease him, the lizard was still hungry for the cries of his lover in release and bucked back once more to hilt the dragon and clamp down hard around the sensitive back of his shaft.
The results were immediate. The dragon's cock pulsed to life as another flood of cum gushed into the lizard's backside. A rush of heat sent a tingle up his still bound tail and out along his own needful length as the dragon's claws dug into his rump. Releasing just a touch allowed the dragon some movement, which was taken eager advantage of. A few solid pounds against the lizard made sure that the second load was as firmly in place as the first and with a pant the twice spent cock was withdrawn.
The lizard felt himself being shifted again as his lover took up position beneath him. With eyes glimmering with their own mischief the dragon brushed a paw gently along the swell beneath the base of his lover's erection and slid a talon up over the cockring.
"Turn about's fair play, love."
The enigmatic comment baffled the lizard for a moment until he felt the warmed steel slip from his over sensitized cock. Equally sudden was the position of the dragon's tail as it brushed over his reddened and very well-lubricated anal vent. Without warning the spade of the dragon's tail drove into the lizard, pushing him own and sliding his length into the inviting warmth of the dragon's slit. As if this were not enough, the dragon's grin widened as he tensed his thighs, pulling the muscles in his groin tight around his lover's shaft. Held in this moment, on the edge of bliss, the lizard barely felt the caress of a forked tongue along his ear and only understood the word that followed.
"Come."
The release hit him like a brick wall. Every drop of his seed spilled out in a torrent until he felt as though he were trying to pass every ounce of moisture in his body through the head of his cock. The paws on his rump kept him from moving as wave after wave of pleasure crested and fell until his body slackened and fell against the chest of the dragon. A soft, rumbling purr echoed beneath those amethyst scales as a paw rose to stroke the lizard's head ridges.
"Next time, it's my turn." The dragon cooed.
The lizard grinned broadly as he considered what 'situation' might be appropriate.
Perhaps something with latex...
...and maybe a few friends.