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BDSM & Temeraire

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Dragcoin

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Temeraire quivered on the edge of Loch Lagan, though the water's edge was far enough away that no one had to worry about any dragons going astray when they were introduced to their first bondage harness. The Celestial dragon with a long, sinuous tail and fronds, typical of his royal line of dragons from China, around his muzzle and the back of his head was unlike anything anyone had ever seen before at Loch Lagan. Sometimes the fronds were also called whiskers, his body long and lean, though he was still sizeable even at his young age, his wings large, even if they held a somewhat spindly appearance to them already. With a long pair of jaws and lungs capable of producing more of a roar than Temeraire yet knew himself, he was a sight to be seen, though his handler rested a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Do not worry yourself, Temeraire," Laurence said, smiling faintly, though the role was still one that was very new to him, having been a naval captain with a strong jaw and blonde hair that was still well-groomed. “All will be well here for you. I cannot stay but I am assured that you will be treated well here while they allow your, ah…sexual needs to develop."

Laurence shuffled a little uncomfortably, but it was something

“I understand, Laurence, but I wish that you were able to stay with me."

The bond between handler and dragon would forever be one that drew them together, hearts beating as one, yet there were nuances for dragons that kept them apart. The sexual desire of dragons had been well-documented over the years, uncovering fetishes and kinks the likes of which no man nor any woman would have ever dreamed of them having, calling a need for their desires, simply so, to be satisfied. Whereas they were still expected to play a part in society and an active role, there were dominant, submissive and switch positions in breeding and kink for every manner of dragon.

And, as an adult, it had come time for Temeraire to experience that too for himself, looking after Laurence, though his more formal tone and way of speaking did, somewhat, set him apart.

With a large, copper-red dragon and a smaller dragoness with bony protrusions around her jaws looking on from a distance, Temeraire was strapped into his first bondage harness with ocean birds that had come a little inland, up the loch, calling on.

“This is to see where you fit," the handler told him, laying a soothing hand on Temeraire's snout, even though the Celestial dragon did not need any comforting at all. “If this does not suit you, there are other things to try. Once your needs are met, you will feel more comfortable and better able to go about your life."

But Temeraire already felt comfortable as the heavy bondage harness locked him down, the first one leaving him standing, legs locked so that he did not topple over or have to worry about holding himself up with his muscles quivering. It started with a hood that went over his head, covering his eyes completely, although flaps could be hooked back from the heavy, dense leather of the hood to release him from his blindfold, his jaws parted for a thick, metal bit. It was not like the ones that horses would wear, for Temeraire had seen Laurence riding on occasion too, settling into a locked-in position over and around some of his back teeth. The dragon whimpered as the handlers moved around him, swiftly and efficiently locking him into a heavy neck brace that made him want to drop his head, his neck stiff and unwieldy, forced to straight, leather straps covering the bulk of his body, tightened around his legs so that they were forced to remain exactly as they were. There was little to no play left in the freedom of his joints, but it felt oddly right, as if it was a position that he had always been meant to be in.

A leather flap that he was not familiar with, went around his hind end – under his belly, pressing over his shaft, which had become engorged as he became aroused. The handler praised him, but Temeraire was focusing too much on his breathing, tail twitching back and forth, panting softly, trying to get enough air into his lungs, to focus on what they were doing. He did shudder with what little mobility he had, however, as his cock was threaded through a small hole in the flap, the leather a little pliable to allow him to fit. The knot at the base, which became swollen at the point of arousal, was trickier to get through, but, once wiggled through, it would keep his shaft out in the open to be played with at all times, and grow more.

His tail, of course, had to be immobilised too and Temeraire surprised himself by leaning into it, crooning softly in his throat, already obedient. For it simply felt like what he was supposed to be doing as he grunted and tried to rock back, his need overcoming him as pre-cum streamed in a slick rope from the tip of his cock. The head of his shaft was not much narrower than the length, though did round more lightly into a tapered tip. If he had been a more dominant partner, he might have been requested to use that length to penetrate a partner, though there would still be a chance for both males and females to make use of them however they pleased.

“This seems to be a dragon with very submissive tendencies…"

“Very interesting."

“He'll fit in well here then, with the shortage we've been having of truly submissive drakes especially."

“Oh, they'll come back, we've only been dealing with those with more switch-like tendencies of late, there's a new batch shipping in."

“Oh, really?"

Temeraire did not know what that all meant as his tail was held rigid, the tip trying to drag down under its own weight, though was kept lifted by straps around the base of his tail. He could not, after all, be wanted to clamp it down over his anal ring, though the dragon would soon see that other things could come from that part of his body in highly indecent exposure.

He wriggled, though did not manage to move very much, clouds scudding hastily across the sky above him, though it was something of a dim and gloomy day there. There may have been other dragons setting down nearby, watching the show of a dragon being put into his bondage harness for the very first time, but the scene was all between Temeraire and the handlers, all there to see just what Temeraire needed. They knew a little right there and then and there were no secrets between dragons and handlers, as it was somewhat frequent that those handling and riding on them would need to satisfy them mid-flight or, sometimes, even in the thick of battle.

“Grrrrr…"

His rumbling growl was one of submissive pleasure, both male and female handlers taking care of him, his cock clasped between strong, dominant hands. He trembled. Oh, yes, they very much knew how to take care of a dragon like him and his strong submissive tendencies, what they were trained for, in fact.

“Talk to us, Temeraire," they commanded, some other humans standing back a little more properly, making notes on the encounter. “Tell us what feels good, what you need. We need to know your kinks."

Kinks? He'd never thought about that, for it was his first experience, his whole body shaking as he stood there, nimble hands roaming all over his body. Fingers squeezed his shaft and he grunted softly, rocking back, tonguing and playing with the bit, though it did not, to be fair, restrict his speech too much. Enough that he knew it was there, however, sending another rumbling groan of submission through him.

“Mmph," he rumbled, cock throbbing, drooling pre-cum to the pebbles below. “Feelths good…when thouch my…my thlength…"

He tried to get the words out the best he could, but speaking with a bit in his mouth, especially with how it restricted some of the movement of his tongue, would come in time to him. The humans obliged him, stroking his cock, his need rising, wings flaring up, though there would be more straps too, in time, to keep those down too. It was interesting, for a dragon's first time, to see just what manner of submission they played into most readily, some liking some nuances of freedom while others enjoyed the heaviest of restrictions. There were more restrictive harnesses still for dragons that he could be upgraded too, in particular, wing binders available also.

He groaned and shifted his weight, their hands coaxing him, teasing him.

“You're so strong, but look at how submissive you are… All you need is to be controlled and dominated, isn't it?"

He didn't know who was talking, blindfolded, grunting and groaning as his cock ached.

“Yesh… Yesh, please, more…"

“A dirty Imperial dragon, aren't you?" That sounded like a thicker accent, one belonging to a man. “You need to be dominated, to be controlled. You'll let all the dragons have their way with you, all to feel good, to be submissive, to feel that you're owned. Tell me how that makes you feel."

Temeraire shuddered, drooling around the gagging influence of the bit, moaning out loud. His cock throbbed, mind shivering, though he hardly felt as if he was in his right mind anymore. It all seemed so different with the hood on, cutting off his view of the outside world, humans around him testing his reactions to stimulus on different parts of his body, even the ring of his tail hole, deliciously exposed.

“Ohhh, yes, I need it, don't…" He took a shuddering gasp, tonguing the bit. “I need to be…mated…"

“Fucked, the word is fucked."

A dirtier word, a more humiliating word. Temeraire trembled. He liked it.

“I need to be fucked, puhlease," he moaned, trying to roll his head to the side as his need built and built. “Oh, so much… Yes… Use me… Fuck me… Ohhhh!"

The dragon could not tell how much time had passed as the need in his aching, trembling body built and built, feeling as if every scale in him was on fire, even though he was not of a fire breathing type of dragon and should never have run that warm. He grunted and groaned, need overwhelming him, until his teased and abused cock could take it no more, bellowing a muffled roar around the bit as he released his lust.

Long spurts of orgasm flowed forth, though they just didn't seem to stop, his mind in the process of being broken, even if he was not quite there yet – not truly. The wind picked up as if endeavouring to cool the edges of his scales, and he shuddered in his harness, every part of his body trying to shift and move, to lash his tail, when that luxury alone and more was withheld from him.

Yet his orgasm kept going and going, mind drifting, time seeming to slip away from him as lust and pleasure was no longer anything at all that Temeraire could claim for himself. His body was there, deliciously so, to be used and he would be used to please others too, even as something small yet tempting was pushed into his tail hole. It was a start of something more, a tease to see what he liked, where his inclinations lay, his tail hole stretching around a faux phallus as the happily bound Imperial dragon climaxed all the harder for it.

“Look at how weak you are, to cum so hard from being bound like this."

The handlers teased him with more than their hands, swapping roles when one of them grew tired, though all Temeraire knew was a stream of pleasure, time no longer holding any meaning for him.

“Hold back. You don't need to cum unless you tell us how worthless you are."

Temeraire whimpered, panicking, flapping his wings. No, no, no – he had to cum! But he could not even get the words out that they wanted to hear from him as his wings flapped and beat at the air, cock hard, aching, yet left wanton, only the lightest of touches keeping him hard.

“Ohhh…" He moaned, groaning out loud, muscles aching where he had been in his bondage and restricted for quite a time, something still penetrating his tail hole, slick and warming to the heat of his body. “Yesh… Yesh, worthless, I am nothing, nothing, worthless dragon…"

“Good boy."

The reward of orgasm had him howling, dumping another load onto the ground, though Temeraire hardly knew where he was anymore, let alone what he was doing there. All the dragon knew was pleasure, his flanks heaving with every snatched breath he dragged into his lungs, need overcoming him, his world narrowing to that and that alone.

“This dragon responds well to humiliation."

“Well, let's see how far that goes then."

Someone grabbed his muzzle, their face in close to his as they hissed.

“Listen, Imperial whore – this is your life now. To be used and fucked, denied and forced to cum, all over and over again. None of your sexual desires are in the control of one as worthless and useless as you are. You're fortunate that you're at least somewhat entertaining to us? Do you think we would waste time with one like you if you were not amusing? How you squirm, you shudder, gasping for breath… Oh, you'll break so easily and there'll be no going back for you, your cock always hard, always wanting. Only real dragon sluts have their dicks out all the time like you will, everyone will know how low you've sunk."

Temeraire shuddered and moaned, the woman holding his head laughing shortly, a gleam in her eye as she closed the deal of humiliation.

“You're not important here, only in what your slutty body can do for us and other dragons. Isn't that what you always wanted, dragon-whore?"

Temeraire's moans were lost in the thrill of orgasm, ropes of thick cream spilling forth, though the notes made on him that day would be very, very interesting. Those gathered there had picked out his inclinations, namely those in submission, bondage, but surprisingly so in denial, dirty talk and humiliation – the latter two of which could be played hand in hand and more. He was the most submissive dragon that they had seen there in years, his body young and ripe and prime for sexual activity, a valuable asset to the breeding programme. Of course, there was consent into the programme, but there were no worries about the strong, powerful Celestial dragon denying entry at all, not with how submissive he was, perverted inclinations on show for all to see.

When Temeraire finally lay down in a soothing cave overlooking a babbling brook, his body aching from the bondage, though he had been well taken care of and cleaned after his first time, the soreness of it all lingered in the back of his mind. It was with a small smile on his lips that the black dragon let himself drift away, thinking that perhaps it would not be so bad that Laurence would not be there for a while, though his handler too would have been trained in what he liked too, the “kinks" that those humans had talked about giving him so much pleasure.

He was not locked into the bondage harness for the night. That would come another time.

*

He was not permitted to stay in the cave for too long, his training set to begin in earnest, though he was still in a sort of man-made cave that overlooked the lake and the span of it. It was large enough for several dragons, larger than Temeraire was, to settle in comfortably, though the hewn out rough rock walls were clearly cut with tools and not naturally formed, with corners and sharper angles within. A feeder had been placed in there for Temeraire and a long water trough. He could have left at any time, but he was so content looking out over the lake, contemplating all that had happened to him, that he settled there comfortably, claws curled over the edge of the rock.

Yet his day was to be broken like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds as the copper dragon, rich with hues of red and copperish shades glancing through, flew into view, followed by the lighter, blue dragoness, though she had a somewhat more delicate build. The bones on either side of her mouth appeared to be hollow, which Temeraire could only see as she alighted in his resting cave, wings flared, revealing highlights of yellow and lightly patterned markings.

“So, this is the new drake, is it?"

She spoke almost with an air of disdain, a little older and larger than him, though there surely could not have been that much difference in their ages, not as far as Temeraire could be aware. Yet something in her tone had him quivering, shrinking down as if he wanted to occupy as little space as possible.

“My name is Lily and this, here, is Maximus."

She spoke imperiously in crisp, clear language, Maximus rumbling his approval beside her.

“Yes… And we hear that you are the kinkiest dragon that they've ever brought here."

Temeraire gulped and half-shrugged with his wings, though such a feat, from what he'd heard in passing so far, was supposedly a pleasure to be had with dragons. He wasn't sure how that was true, but he was more than happy to agree with it.

“Oh, well… That's kind of you to say."

If he acted like he knew what he was doing, maybe things would be okay, though he didn't have Laurence there, his connection to the world, to support him. He swallowed hard, backing off, Temeraire's wings shuffling down against his back as the two other dragons circled him. They pressed in close, both Lily and Maximus, as if they were trying to encroach on his space more and more.

“A slutty Imperial," she murmured, her voice taking on a darker, huskier tone. “That is one that we have not had before, isn't it, Maximus?"

She was the ringleader, the one who wanted to push on into something, though it was not as if Maximus did not want to use the Celestial either, the dragon born for bigger and grander things, his size betraying that. He was larger than Temeraire already and the black-scaled dragon whimpered, trying to take a step back. If only he could, for Lily was already there.

“Come now, you enjoyed it. This is what you were meant to do, what you were born to do. Slip into your harness, you did enjoy it so much before."

He shivered, Lily's words weaving a spell around him.

“The feel of leather on your skin, how restrictive it is," Maximus continued. “We know as well how that feels, young dragon. It's intoxicating… It will keep you coming back to it. But you will be the sluttiest of us all."

Temeraire groaned, shaking his head, though he was not at all in disagreement. He rocked his weight from one foot to the other, tail swinging, though there was only one course of action that he could take.

“I suppose it would not hurt to try it again…"

He inched towards it, afraid of the desires that it could bring out in him, though there had been pleasure too, so much of it. He had not known what an orgasm was before the prior day and it had made him want it even more, as if it was a dose of ecstasy that he could draw into himself again and again.

“Yes, do it, Temeraire. Feel the pleasure again. This is what you want, what a slut like you needs."

The words were harsh but what he needed as he slunk, however uncertainly, into the bondage harness.

They took care of the full restrictions for him, binding him swiftly, although Temeraire stepped into the bondage harness under his own will and volition. He groaned softly as the straps were tightened around him, though his legs were not firmly locked into place in a standing position, not like last time. There were so many more capabilities of the harness than that, his cock sliding out, Lily taking advantage of that to slide the leather flap over it, forcing his shaft through, knot and all.

“Lewd and crude… What would any other Celestial dragon think of you, acting like this before us?"

Temeraire shivered, a larger bit sliding into the back of his mouth, attached to a set of reins, though they were tied off so that they didn't catch on anything. The bondage harness kept his wings pinned down to his back with extra straps, ensuring that they couldn't squirm free, his legs hooked up towards his chest, pinned there as if he was begging. His hinds could not bend quite as much and were slid into leather sleeves that covered his bent leg in what ended up as a triangular shape, roughly, with the dyed leather.

He tried to wriggle, but found that he could not as the hood slipped over him leaving his eyes free for the moment, his tail stretched out, stiff and rigid. Like that, Temeraire was bound even more tightly than before, breath catching in his throat, his sides rising and falling in swift, sharp snatches of breath.

“Look at his cock, he's going to cum already. But you're not allowed to cum, Temeraire."

The dragon shuddered.

“Ohhh, why not?"

“Because we haven't allowed you to," Maximus said, the dragon's huge head looming into view, the neck brace stopping Temeraire from turning his head to see. “You cannot cum… Not until we say that the slutty, lewd Imperial dragon can."

Lily ruffled her wings, a smirk in her eyes.

“Yes… And we are hard to please."

Their dominance over him came with eager ease, as if the two dragons had not had the chance to practise for some time. Some sex toys had been left with the bondage harness, even though Temeraire had not experimented with them yet, not sure if he was allowed. Even alone, he was hopelessly submissive, wanting something but infatuated with that lewd tease of submission, Lily curled her tail around to prod his backside.

“This will do nicely filled. I'll have you screaming to be allowed to cum!"

She relished in it, taking a dildo that was thick around, though Temeraire did not need lubrication to take the rounded tip. It pried him open, inch by inch, Temeraire grunting, head spinning, his cock leaking and drooling.

“Oh… Yesh… Please…"

He mumbled around the bit gag, Maximus' cock out and on show too, but he would not get the chance to please it, not that time. That was just something more that Temeraire would come to learn later: one thing at a time. Pleasure exploded within him as Lily teased him, working the dildo back and forth, grinding it up against a certain spot inside him that made his insides go all squirmy, as if he simply could not control himself.

“You don't have to be in control," Lily whispered, though she still managed to make her voice carry. “Give in to it, whore. We're the ones who own you now."

At least, temporarily. There was no formal or permanent manner of ownership that they could enter into, Temeraire's heart pounding, though he couldn't see anything else at all he could do. Did he want to be broken? Did he only want to be under them? He'd never considered any of those things before his sexual desires had started coming to the surface and anything more, well…

No, no… He had to hold back, had to resist – not to obey, but to show them that they did not control him, that they could not truly dominate him. He was strong, like the humans had said, like even the dragons had said too. That meant that he didn't have to give in, that there was a choice to be made there still, even though everyone said that he was the most submissive dragon that they'd ever seen. That didn't mean anything, he was sure of it, if only he pushed on a little more, holding on a little more.

Lily smirked, pushing the toy inside him with her forepaw, controlling it well. She knew just how to angle it to make Temeraire squirm, though the dragon had been lost to her the moment he had entered the bondage harness in her presence. She worked the toy inside him as he struggled with his resolve, torn between holding back and wanting to cum, no longer sure what was the right course of action. If he wanted to show that he was above all that, what did he have to do?

Yet it was pleasure that overruled everything, drawing him to moan, trying to hump and grind, yet not in any position at all to do so. The bondage kept him quivering sweetly in place as Maximus took care of his cock, playing his paw along it, claws curling around, though his toes acted in a similar way to how the fingers of the humans had caressed him.

Temeraire moaned. Why did it have to feel so good? If it didn't feel so good, maybe it would not have called to him so much, made him quiver as if his scales were itching all over, as if there was nothing else in the whole world that could have possibly been more enticing to him.

“If you give in, say what we want to hear, you can cum. A dirty, kinky dragon like you is better off obeying," Maximus rumbled, backing off Temeraire's cock as Lily prodded the dildo deeper with her tail. “You're close, aren't you? You need to cum… We control that now. You can't cum without our permission, without us pushing you there."

Temeraire whimpered, tongue pressing against the bit in his mouth.

“What…do you want me to do? To say?"

He got out his words better around the bit, though Lily loomed, the bony protrusions somehow making her smirk all the more daring.

“Tell us what a dirty, slutty, kinky whore of an Imperial you are," she hissed, eyes flashing. “Maybe then we'll be kind enough to get you off!"

Maximus squeezed his shaft, even putting a little pressure on his lower abdomen, right where his testis were held internally. Yet Temeraire did not know what pleasure that could bring him, his head spinning, moments dragging out into panting lust as he was drawn towards orgasm and let down from it again and again.

They knew how to play him, squeezing his shaft, coaxing pre-cum from it, tickling his scales to bring a different rise of tingling sensation to him. One could not dominate all, after all, and Temeraire panted, trying to hold back. Imperial dragons were meant to be proud, that was what he'd been told, and would it mean that he was less of one if he gave into their demands?

No…

The feel of a clawed foot on his cock, stroking to the tip and then hovering away just as Temeraire thought he was going to cum. Lily's tail jabbing the dildo against that pleasurable spot inside his tail hole, something that he had never considered feeling good. They toyed with him, bouncing him back and forth from the edge, Temeraire heating up, warm through from the inside out as he yearned to break over that peak.

But could he do it? Could he say it?

Was it worth it?

There was no way to tell as he squirmed, panting, the dragons coaxing him on, glitters of flaring dominance in their eyes. Maximus' cock slapped up against his stomach, twice the size of Temeraire's.

“Give in," Maximus snarled, demanding more. “You have no place of your own here – only under us! Tell us what you are, what you really need to be, only to be!"

“A slutty Imperial, a dragon that craves the bodies of his betters, his cock, my cunt. You need it, you're a whore, a fuck toy that only needs to be bound. Your only position here is to serve anyone that wants to use you!"

That did it for Temeraire, a whimpering, squirming mess, howling and crying out. For he could hold back for not a moment longer while they held his body, toying back and forth between them, his eyes half-closed. There was nothing else he could do but whimper brokenly, half-sobbing, though that was purely from the strength of emotion flowing through him.

“Yesh, please… I'm a dirty, slutty Imperial… I need you… Need you to control me…" His chest shuddered, on the brink of orgasm, pre-cum splattering everywhere. “I'm nothing… Not royal…not regal… I'm nothing, a breeding dragon, a bound whore!"

He shouted the last words and it was Maximus, with a cruel smirk, who pushed him over the edge, Temeraire's howls and groans of pleasure bursting from the cave. His strongest orgasm yet overpowered him as long, messy ropes of cum shot from his cock as if he was trying to shoot it as far as possible, though that could have been from dragons occasionally needing to breed on the wing. Temeraire did not care, not one bit, as long as he had pleasure, his orgasm even stronger for the humiliation that they had put him through. Every fibre of his being ached with need and ached even more with the lure of orgasm, the two dominating him keeping him safe there, even if Temeraire did not yet know it.

“Yes… You surpassed our expectations, Imperial," Lily crooned, though the dangerous glint in her eye passed by the panting, climaxing Temeraire's notice. “They will adore you here, your bound body a slutty hole, used in all holes, all for the pleasure of every other dragon."

Temeraire hardly heard her, Maximus controlling his cock, sending spurts of his seed back up his belly, as if he was trying to reach his face. But what Temeraire learned there was the depths of his submission, how saying those words had felt so right and so true, that what everyone had said about him was true.

He moaned, quivering, lips quirking as if some kind of expression was trying to come to him. It slipped away too quickly, however, the bit pulling at the corners of his mouth, not hooked properly over his teeth. There, however, he was where he needed to be, his cock softening ever so slightly, Maximus looming. His time there was not done yet and Temeraire's heart leapt as the knowledge lifted him up and up and up.

It was right. It was where he was meant to be.

If his calling was to be a bound, subservient slut, that was not so much of a bad thing.