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“That’s it! That’s game!”

The sheer volume of the crowd’s uproar shook the stadium. The time it took for the dust to settle, apart from the egregious gashes in the concrete barriers and now molten arena boulders, was a clear indication how brutal the match had been. Not to say that it was much of a fair fight, no matter how much it seemed in the beginning.

The enemy Salamence proved to be unworthy of Diagon’s strength. As if a meteor had been hurled from spaced and embedded itself deep into the far stone wall, the Salamence lay battered and unconscious. The battle’s outcome came to no surprise to Luther. His pokemon’s power was impeccable, and he made damn sure of it. If anything, he was a bit disappointed in Diagon’s performance, as the Haxorus should’ve been able to defeat its adversary quicker. He’d require a more thorough training if they were to dethrone a member of the elite four, Luther thought.

Diagon walked back to his trainer slowly. The dragon-pokemon was absolutely rippled with muscle that bulged under its lustrous silver and charcoal scales. He stood above the rest of his species and would not hesitate to bare his blood red, axe-like tusks to those who stood in his path: person or pokemon. Diagon caught a glimpse of his trainer’s eyes and became downtrodden. It was plain that Luther wasn’t particularly enthused about Diagon’s performance, and he cast his gaze down.

Luther spoke nothing to his partner as he shook the challengers hand and walked off the field. His face remained stiff even amongst the throng of fangirls (and some fanboys) as he strode homeward. Diagon was careful to follow at least five paces behind his partner. Not partner, master. Their teamwork could be considered artful, but there was a hierarchy. Diagon might have been a king among pokemon, but Luther was his master. Any command given by his master was executed promptly and effectively, lest he be subject to Luther’s wrath. Not that always minded though. The relationship between trainer and pokemon ran deeper than anyone could have expected.

Luther himself was as relatively impressive in stature and prowess. His body was lean, yet chiseled from years of training with fearsome dragon-type pokemon. His back and chest wore his battle scars with pride as they helped to define every bulge, curve, and flex.

The two reached Luther’s large, yet not over-the-top home. The house’s bulk came mostly from the state-of-the-art training facility that contained every commodity a trainer could ask for to, as the saying goes, “be the very best”. Luther walked directly into one of the few training fields while Diagon timidly followed suit. It was an arguably comical sight; seeing a ferocious pokemon dwarfing it’s trainer by an entire foot walk meekly behind him. Luther stopped and faced Diagon midway across the field. His face relaxed.

“I’m not cross with you, Diagon.” Luther spoke. The haxorus breathed a sigh of relief.

“But that doesn’t mean I approve of your performance tonight. Any longer and that Salamence would’ve roasted your scales clean off. And here I thought you were paying attention during your speed training.”

The chastisement always stung a bit. Diagon was monstrous, but not infallible. Luther understood this but enjoyed making his pet bashful and embarrassed. During the battle, Diagon had become cocky and lost focus. It was Luther’s job to remind the dragon of his place. He scratched his beard and thought of a suitable punishment.

Diagon anxiously folded his claws in anticipation. Was it going to be the leash and collar again? Or maybe he’d be bound and suspended from the ceiling like last time. The idea of being punished aroused Diagon and without realizing it his thick member poked its head through his slit. The warm caress of Luther’s hand upon his crotched yanked him back to reality. Luther gently traced his strong hands across the armored plating. One hand groped Diagon’s chest while the other stroked his shaft, coaxing the rest of the huge cock out of hiding.

The dragon couldn’t stop his legs from quivering from the touch. Such behavior was odd of his master, as it was routinely Diagon’s responsibility to pleasure him, not vice versa. Yet, Diagon didn’t object and did his best stand up straight. In no time at all the pokemon’s smooth, thick, rod had extended fully out of its hole. It pulsated almost menacingly, standing a strong 14 inches in front of him, leaking precum around Luther’s boots.

Much to Diagon’s dismay, Luther abruptly stopped stroking his dick. Damnit, just when he was so close. Luther paced over to a large cabinet and removed a metal ring the size of his chest. Luther came back over the whimpering dragon and slid the ring over his raging hard-on, just past the imposing knot. Diagon was momentarily confused, as the ring was too wide and fit loosely. The ring constricted in size around the cock’s base and began flashing a small blue light. The rapidness of the tightening threw Diagon off balance and caused him to moan in agony, as the pleasure he’d felt before was maximized.

While Diagon lay writhing and growling on the grassy floor, obviously enjoying his new cock jewelry, Luther stripped his clothing, full manly figure in clear view now. Diagon began to reflexively salivate at the sight of his master’s body. Luther had also grabbed a thick, ribbed, dildo from the cabinet along with the cock ring. He nonchalantly plunged three fingers into the dragon’s large yet tight anus. Diagon thrashed as his master explored his cavern first with a few fingers, then his whole hand. The haxorus’ moist passage allowed for easy hand movement. Luther pumped and stretched the Diagon’s tight hole with fist, and gradually slid in his arm up to his elbow. Diagon roared as he reached the edge of orgasm…but that was it. Luther fist-fucked his dragon with vigor, yet Diagon stayed agonizingly on the verge of orgasm.

Now Luther could be brutal and downright abusive with his punishments, but what had he done to deserve such cruelty? This was actual torture. Agonizingly amazing torture. Diagon hated and loved every motion his master made inside him, setting him perpetually on edge. Luther removed his arm from the dragons slick rear with a cruel slowness, wiggling his fingers as he exited. His stone façade now broken as he eyed his pet with a sadistic excitement. The ring he’d placed around haxorus’ member increased sexual pleasure, yet barred orgasm until it was deactivated. Luther left his pokemon once again to fetch more toys. This time he returned with a pair reinforced steel cuffs, a ring gag, and a thick, ribbed dildo the size of Diagon’s own member.

Diagon knew exactly what each item was for and whimpered. “Roll over”.

The dragon obeyed and maneuvered himself and let out a soft growl as his cock became sandwiched between his belly and the soft turf. It didn’t help that the gallon of pre he’d now leaked slickened the grass. Diagon began humping the ground with reckless abandon, tail lashing wildly. Luther, with practiced skill, caught and yanked the tail. Diagon realized his offense and whined apologetically. “No! It’s too late for that.” Said Luther with an evil tone. He swiftly raised the heavy tail and plunged in the phallus. Every muscle in Diagon’s body went stiff as he let loose a thunderous roar, rattling the walls of the facility. Luther seized his opening and a secured the ring gag in the poor dragon’s mouth and around his tusks. Diagon lay panting on the turf; muscles burning and tongue lolled out of his now forced open snout.

But Luther could be a merciful master too, giving time for his pet to recuperate some strength. After all, what fun would it be waste all of his teasing on an unconscious captive. Luther secured the cuffs on Diagon’s wrists. He walked around the dragon, groping and swatting his alpha figure. He had to keep himself from grinding against Diagon’s powerful thighs, his own dick leaking profusely over the smooth scales. Now behind his pokemon, Luther flipped a switch in the base of the dildo. In the space of only a moment, the dildo began to vibrate and shake within the dragon.

That was it. That was all Diagon could take. He let out a weak, breathless roar as fresh tears streamed down his face. The pleasure was unlike any head experienced prior, and his body convulsed and clenched around the gyrating invader.

“Ah, there’s a good bitch.” Luther mused as he pet the dragon’s head. Sufficiently humbled, it was now time for the master to be served by his bitch. “Up.”

Diagon peered up at his master with pleading eyes, begging for release. “I said up, bitch!” Luther demanded. Being called such did nothing to help his painful erection, but manage to lift his large head to his master’s cock, slick with sweat from anticipation. Luther grabbed Diagon by the handles of his tusks and fucked his mouth mercilessly. The big dragon lapped at the dominant penis probing his mouth and ramming the back of his throat. It was near impossible to focus on pleasing his trainer while that massive silicone dildo spun and whirred against his prostate. He lost all strength in his legs and his mind slowly went blank. If he failed to please his master properly, he'd receive a sharp slap across his cheek and an encouraging “keep licking, faggot”.

Luther uncoupled from Diagon’s mouth, letting his drop to the ground. There was no sign of strength remaining in the pokemon’s body, as the wave of euphoria and pleasure subdued him, barely leaving him conscious. Luther inconsiderately yanked the vibrating dildo from the dragon’s ass, sending waves of pain and pleasure throughout his motionless body. Luther mounted his dragon’s thick, subby, bitch ass and viciously fucked away like a feral pokemon. Diagon’s dick was now a swollen red, veins bulging around the clearly anguished knot. Frankly, Luther found his pet’s motionlessness rude and it pissed himself. His fucking became almost violent as he slapped, groped, and beat at his big cock slave. The intenseness pounded caused the dragon’s eyes to glaze over and his involuntarily spasm against his master’s cock. This sent Luther over edge as he unleashed his own roar and bred his dragon.

More tears ran down Diagon’s face as the feeling of being seeded sent him into more throws of intense pleasure, but no orgasm. Everything hurt in the best way. He wished he would’ve just OHKO’d that salamence when he had the chance instead of showing off. He wanted to sleep, lose consciousness, have release, anything to end the sexual hell he was in.

Luther sat in the grass for a long while, watching the cum and wetness dribble into the pool of precum that Diagon was wallowing in. He hadn’t fucked anything that hard since…well, ever. He stood up and walk over to the cabinet again, this time grabbing a small remote, but not pressing the button immediately. The sight of the helpless dragon stiffened his dick again.

He shoved his dick back Diagon’s moist hole and hung on to his waist with both arms and pressed the button. The blue light stopped flashing.

Diagon nearly gave himself whiplash with the speed his head sprung up. He craned his neck in a soundless cry of bliss as his anus clenched around Luther’s cock. The pokemon’s moist as was practically sucking Luther’s cock. Diagon lost control of his hips as the giant member jackhammered against the ground, creating a crater where dirty was immediately replaced by thick ropes of dragon jizz. Luther came again but couldn’t hold on to the cum slick dragon. He fell to the ground and coated by the wild jets of Diagon’s cock. The gag fell off and the cuffs unlocked with the cock ring, allowing Diagon to jack off furiously, spraying gallon after gallon of hot jizz across the field for what seemed like a solid twelve minutes.

Spent, sticky, exhausted, and relieved, Diagon fell with a splash to the gooey floor. His master waded over to him and pet his head.

“I think that’ll do for today, Diagon.”