"...6, do I hear 6? Do I hear 6? 6 for you there, good sir-- now do I hear 6 and a half? 6 and a half? Do I hear 6 and a half? No? Going once...twice..."

The rap of the auction hammer rounded throughout the hall and the once quiet murmur of the talking buyers and bidders rose ever so slightly, as those that had remained quiet through the auction finally turned to speak to those next to them. On the stage before them, beneath the blinding spotlight, a young feline, stark naked bar a thick leather collar around his neck, was ushered off stage by two masked men, wearing professional, pressed suits. The cat's ass was emblazoned with a number that looked painted on, as if he were nothing but livestock-- if 'normal' people would have seen such a sight, they'd have been disgusted...but for the buyers of 'The Sapphire Palace' underground auction house, this was a common and welcome sight.

"Please standby whilst we prepare Item #94." The man up on stage spoke into the small microphone on the podium and then started rifling through the sheets in front of him as those sitting within the stands and seats continued to talk, aware that there'd be a small wait. Sitting a few rows from the front was a lone man-- a Dragon, to be specific, with glimmering silver scales-- who was peculiarly silent. Despite that, he had a penetrating gaze that was filled with purpose whilst also being lost in thought. Those who sat nearby who tried to speak to him were frankly ignored, and they were inclined not to try any further, their expressions nervous and awkward; why wouldn't they be? Even if they didn't know about the man's identity, they could tell from a glance who he belonged to by those silver scales: a sign of his prestigious, wealthy lineage, that of the Harana bloodline.

A bang on the front podium coaxed the crowd of 200 or so people in silence, and the man who stood before them, a well-dressed avian, cleared his throat and leant forwards into the microphone.

"We will now start the bidding for Item #94." The avian began, and as he spoke the auction's staff half-dragged, half-coaxed someone onto the stage, placing them beneath the spotlight right in the centre. In his seat, the silver dragon leant forwards, his gaze focusing on the 'product' that stood mostly trembling up on the stage. The man's expression was that of an intense interest, and those nearby felt uneasy but his sudden change in behaviour, but he ignored them-- to him, he didn't matter.

"#94...Species, Hyena, predominantly...though given their background check, we can assume they're a mutt," The man read from a screen in his podium as the auction staff manhandled the boy, lifting his arms up and turning him around on the spot. "Male, pre-pubescent, 10 years of age. They're an orphan-- parents are deceased and have been for some time. Country of origin...USA, Mississippi. The item is unfortunately marked in places...some scars, some cuts, but is unused. Bidding will start at $30,000."

Behind the dragon, he heard the collective sigh of several people, signalling that they were out of the running. The dragon understood why; though the buyers at The Sapphire Palace were varied and some did prefer boys over girls, marked goods were often not considered to be 'high quality'. As if to confirm that, the price itself for the boy was astronomically low, and as the bidding started the audience of onlookers lapsed into silence. Some bid, but their increments were minimal; the dragon knew that if this boy were picked up by others, their life was effectively forfeit. They'd be slaughtered, used for parts, and so on. But...the dragon saw something in him. The hyena boy was scared, that much was obvious from his wobbling knees, and the staff had to fight to keep his hands by his sides in order to reveal all the relevant 'goods' that belonged to his body, but it was his eyes...he had such a defiant, angry look. A scar ran right across his right eye, revealing a story that had not yet been told...

"Do I hear 39 and a half? 39 and a half?" The man at the podium spoke into the mic, gavel already lifted, ready to close the sale. Before he could, however, the silver dragon raised his paddle bearing his number, and then raised his other hand, signalling with three outstretched fingers. He held them there for a moment before slowly nodding, and the man at the podium hesitated, their gaze locked.

"...I have...300 from Mr. Harana," The man gulped. "Do I hear 305?"

No one dared to outbid, and it was clear to them that if the dragon wanted such a boy for such a sum, they had no right to refuse. This was the dragon's first item of the night, and as the man slammed down his gavel and quickly closed the sale, the scaled man stood-- though he'd only bought one thing, he was done, and didn't need any more. He made a gesture to the man at the podium, who stepped away from the mic and spoke to the staff on-stage. The avian gestured back to the dragon and the silver-scaled man strode down the aisle towards the front, heading to the right-hand side of the room and going backstage. Behind him, two other reptiles followed, their expressions straight and their bodies armed.

It was there behind the scenes that the man got to see his new item being 'gift wrapped', so to speak-- as he approached the wide hallway, the walls made of dingy grey brick, the auction staff who had ushered the boy off stage had handed him to another set, who were trying to wrangle him into some wrist and ankle binds. However, it didn't seem as easy as they intended it to be, for the hyena kid struggled with a ferocity unbecoming of his age. The dragon raised his hand and motioned for them to stop and the men relented, but they kept a hand on his shoulder to stop him from running away. The hyena's struggling subsided as they stopped and the 10-year-old's gaze looked up to meet with the wingless dragon's own. The man could guess he looked intimidating: glittering scales, cold blue eyes and a pressed, form-fitting suit that an athletic body probably looked quite scary-- and that wasn't even counting the cured horns atop his head, that spit and formed something more like antlers.

"Name?" The dragon's voice was low and authoritative, his tone as cold as it was gravely and scary. Even the hyena couldn't stop himself from trembling briefly on the spot, but he took a deep breath and suddenly had some courage, enough for him to look at the man dead in the eye. The glint that was in that steely gaze was inviting to the man, and he felt a series of conflicting, turbulent emotions.

"Ketala." The boy responded firmly, but there was a quaking in his voice. The dragon stared down at him for a moment before he reached down, popping the buttons of his suit. The reptiles behind him, despite twitching slightly at the sight, didn't move to try and stop him-- they were dutiful guards, for sure. The dragon shrugged off his jacket to reveal a plain white shirt beneath, and he reached out, draping the jacket over the boy's shoulders and firmly tugging it together at the front to cover him. The hyena looked down at the jacket and then back up to the man, who turned and didn't meet his eyes.

"It's cold outside," He explained vaguely, before turning his head to one of the staff. "Put him on my tab."

"Yes, sir. Have a pleasant evening." The worker bowed quickly and then stepped back, allowing them to leave. The hyena hesitated at first, but as the reptile guards strode towards him, he seemed to realise that he couldn't really escape. He reluctantly followed behind the dragon, who took the lead and walked out from behind the stage through a fire exit at the far end of the hallway, leading out into the cold night beyond.

They walked no more than half a minute before the man stopped by the side of the road, and after a few moments a sleek black car pulled up to grant them entry. One of the reptile guards briskly stepped forwards to open the door and the dragon got inside, before the hyena was ushered in after him. Ketala was forced to obey and he sat in the seat next to the dragon, both hesitant yet strangely relaxed-- though the dragon was scary to look at, the simple act of compassion had loosened the hyena's guard, if only a little-- he was still on edge of course, and why wouldn't he be? He had no idea where he was even going, and he was with a stranger, naked too.

The dragon sat there and watched the hyena, who tried to keep his attention of the man and instead looked through the tinted windows to the world beyond, watching as they pulled out from the curb and drove onwards, with another car stopping where they had just been to pick up the two reptiles, following along behind them. The cub was...nice to look at. Hyenas were typically a mixture of brown and black, sometimes spotted, but this boy was closer to grey and more thick banded stripes rather than messy spots. He still had the same darkened snout that was common to his species as well as those thick, rounded ears, but his grey fur whitened around his chest and down to his stomach-- not quite a pristine white, but close enough for it to be hard to tell the difference as a glance. The fur at his hands and feet were the most interesting, however, for they lapsed from a grey tone into something closer to a blue-ish grey, bearing a strange, delicate shimmering quality that enthralled the dragon in some way, reminding him of his own shining scales. 

The man found himself reaching out to the boy, and the hyena jumped as the man's claw hand met with his body, snaking the jacket off of his bony shoulder to examine the fur further. The hyena shrank away from him just a little as the dragon's finger trailed along with the thick black stripes that covered his shoulders and wrapped around his back and arms, and as the man's hand drifted lower the cub became more and more tense. Eventually, the adult slowly pinched the hem of the jacket and parted it to the side to take a look at the goods beneath, his gaze drifting to the boy's loins. He was humanoid, foreskinned, and small-- there was nothing out of the ordinary about it, but it was alluring all the same. The hyena hesitated before he clasped his hands over his crotch, for there were no binds that could stop him otherwise. The dragon didn't try to force him to show himself and instead reached back up to pull the jacket back over his shoulders right as the car took a turning and descended down into an underground car park.

Slowly, the unmarked car cruised through the car park until it eventually turned into a space at the far end and slowed to a halt. The driver killed the engine and the dragon sat there, waiting patiently as the driver stepped out on his side and rounded the car to open the door at the man's end. The dragon stepped out and the door remained open as they waited for the hyena to follow suit-- it took him some time to eventually work up the courage to follow, but he did inevitably get out of the car, just in time for the reptilian guards to step out of their own car, which had parked nearby.

With that, they began to walk again, but they didn't have to go far. They left the underground car park through an elevator that immediately went up several floors, eventually stopping at floor 50. When the doors opened, only the dragon and his guards stepped out, taking the hyena with them whilst the driver and any other staff the man had brought with him went somewhere else. The hallway was cool, but warmer than the outside, and the dragon had noticed that the boy was shivering-- part of it was probably due to nerves, but also due to the cold. They walked slowly down the carpeted hallway until they stopped outside an ornate door that bore no labels or plaques. The dragon nodded to the two guards, who bowed and then walked past him, striding further down the hall until they reached another door. They stepped through and disappeared from sight, leaving the dragon and his new purchase alone for the first time. The man wasted no time in opening the door with a simple flash of his wrist against the lock, and it clicked open. He ushered the boy inside before following along behind him.

The room that greeted the cub was one that, frankly, confused him, judging by his expression, and the dragon could guess why. It was most certainly not a bedroom; there was no bed to speak of, and in terms of seating there was, technically, only a couch. The rest of the room, however, was filled with apparatus that a cub his age would have never experienced or come to know until now: several pieces of BDSM equipment littered the room with some decent distance between them including, but not limited to, a large X-shaped cross with loose straps at each corner, a thick leather seat with chains near the feet, and a swinging suspended harness. A wardrobe sat close to the door that, unbeknownst to the hyena boy, contained quite a bit of other smaller pieces of equipment.

"Let's get started." The dragon began, striding across the room towards the upright cross, loosening the straps that hung from each corner via a single metal chain. The hyena hesitated and stepped back before turning to the door. He reached for the handle and tried to pry it open, but it remained firmly closed. He pulled harder, panicking a little when he realised it wouldn't budge.

"There's no use in doing that," The dragon's calm, piercing voice made the boy jump. "It only responds to my biometric signature...you're very much stuck here, little Ketala."

The hyena turned to see the man approaching him, and he did the only thing his instincts told him to do: he stepped back, baring his teeth and letting out something that sounded like a growl, but came out more like a whimper. The dragon observed him with a cold gaze before he reached out for the boy's shoulders. The Hyena went to bite him, but the dragon twisted his hand and forced the crease between his thumb and forefinger up against the cub's chin, his digits curling around his snout to clamp his mouth shut.

"I admire your courage...but it won't work on me." The dragon sounded sympathetic, but his actions said everything but that. He reached out with his other hand for the boy's shoulder, but Ketala's little thrashing movements loosened it from around his shoulders before he could do it for him. Satisfied either way, he pulled him by the snout across the room, and the cub couldn't refute him. His hands either tried badly to claw against the man's arm-- which was a futile effort, given that they were clipped before his sale-- or he tried to clamp his hands down to wrench the adult's grip from his mouth, neither of which worked. The dragon pulled him over towards the upright cross as he loosened his hand around the hyena's muzzle, reaching for his arm instead and forcing it up.

"W-What're you going to do to me?!" Ketala spoke for the first time in a while, at least other than his name, and despite his wriggling the man easily slipped the cub's hand through the strap and then tightened it, fastening the boy's wrist to the cross. He wordlessly reached for the other and forcibly raised it as he mulled over the words, and the hyena tried to lean forwards to bite, but he seemed to have lost some of his strength-- the dragon chalked it up to his fear, and he could understand why the boy was afraid, considering his hands were being bound, leaving him powerless.

"It would take too long to explain it all to you..." The dragon eventually said as he crouched to fasten in the cub's ankles, forced to grab him by the foot due to the cub's squirming. "But to put it simply, we're going to have some fun...or at least, I am. Though you may not believe me, little puppy, I have no intention of harming you."

When he raised his gaze up to the cub's expression, he could see that the look in his defiant eyes spoke of how he didn't trust him at all, and the expression on the boy's face made him smile, just a little. The dragon forced the other ankle down and strapped it down, before he rose and attended to the wrists once more, tightening and shortening the chain to force the cub to stretch himself out completely. Ketala was unable to do anything but press his back to the cool leather of the cross, known to the dragon as a 'St. Andrews's Cross', the entirety of his young goods on display. For a moment, the dragon appreciated the sight, before he turned and stepped towards the wardrobe, pulling open the door as he drifted one hand towards his chest, loosening the button of his shirt.

Ketala watched with visible fear as the dragon slipped himself out of his shirt, revealing his bright scales beneath and his athletic, yet clearly adult body. He was neither muscled nor flabby-- he kept himself in shape, but didn't overdo it. The contents of the wardrobe were probably scarier than the sight of his topless man-- leashes, collars, anal beads and various other tools hung from a single metal bar, and a shelf beneath it bore an assortment of handcuffs, dildos, plugs and more; the dragon was certain that the cub had no idea what any of them did, however, but one of them should at least be recognisable. He reached for a small bit of well-manufactured cloth and then turned, revealing his nipple-less chest as he strode back towards the hyena, who squirmed and hastily looked the man up and down, before snapping his gaze to the fabric in his hand.

"What is that?!" The boy demanded, sounding panicked, and the man stretched out the cloth to reveal that both ends had Velcro stitched into them, and that it was thicker in the middle. He stretched his hands out and the hyena whimpered as the man covered his eyes with it, pressing to Velcro together at the back.

"It's a blindfold, so you can't see," He explained. "It'll make this rather interesting, won't it? Not being able to see heightens the senses."

He could tell from the hyena's whimpering breaths that he didn't quite understand, but that was fine-- to be honest, this wasn't about him. The dragon was truthful in that he wouldn't hurt him, but whether that pain was intentional or not was down to just how pent-up the man felt. He admired the sight of the hyena's wriggling body, his fear obvious from his rapid, heaving breaths, and the man gave him a moment to calm down as he stepped across the room to remove his pants. He eased himself out of his formal trousers and draped them on the wardrobe door as he'd done before, revealing his toned behind, humanoid cock and athletic legs. His scales were free of marks and blemishes, a sign of his wealthy and sheltered upbringing, and his cold gaze was filled with an irrevocable desire as he turned to face the boy again, aware that the hyena had no idea he was naked.

"Ah, and before we begin..." The dragon began, closing the distance between them once more and reaching out with a hand, relishing the sight of the hyena shying away from his stomach by sucking his stomach in. "I haven't introduced myself. For now, you may call me 'Master'. Understood, little pup?"

Though the hyena didn't reply, the way he tensed seemed to indicate he had been listening, at least. With a small smirk of satisfaction, the dragon did what he had been waiting so long for: He pressed down with his hand and sunk his palm against the hyena's body, specifically his stomach, and explored him. Ketala had a skinny but cute body for a 10-year-old, but it was clear that The Sapphire Palace hadn't been all that forthcoming with how 'damaged' he was-- beneath the fur were obvious marks and scrapes, cuts and scars that had healed over long ago yet had left their mark, never to fade. The hyena trembled violently as his hand stroked up to his chest and his thumb ran over the boy's nipple, unsurprised when he didn't get much of a reaction. He could feel each groove and mark beneath his fingertips, and the most prominent one wasn't even on the boy's body, but on his face; it was clearly visible, that scar that ran vertically over his right eye, as if someone had tried to cut it out. The dragon wanted to know more, but it could wait. Instead, he stroked a hand up to the boy's neck and felt him tense under his touch...but he was slowly easing into it. Not willingly, for sure-- he was clearly still on edge, but the cub was beginning to relax a little when the man's hands didn't pinch, scrape or punch.

"You have suffered." The dragon muttered his observation with neither a hint of sympathy nor the sneer of malice, and the hyena barely reacted to his words, his muzzle clamped shut and his tender, slim body rigid. Slowly, the dragon trailed his hand up from the cub's neck to his cheek and he cupped it, and as expected the hyena shrank his head away from the hand, unable to really see what the dragon was up to. The man lifted his other hand to join the first and he cupped the hyena's face on either side, before he leant his head forward. He pressed his maw to the hyena's small muzzle in a soft, yet surface deep kiss, that lingered far too long to be platonic in any sense. The hyena squirmed his head against the man's maw and the dragon relented after what felt like minutes, pulling back; he could hear the hyena's shaky breath, raw and filled with emotion, and he had to wonder what the boy was feeling. Fear? Arousal? Happiness? Anger? It was hard to tell.

With that, the dragon lowered his hands, aiming for something else entirely. The hyena's body was still tense and firm beneath him, and it became even more so when the man's hands snaked all the way to the 10-year-old's skinny, boyish hips. The reptile once again found himself focusing on the little pre-pubescent dick, that hadn't so much as twitched since they'd first started; the dragon hoped, however, that things would soon change. He slowly brushed his left hand inwards, trailing the back of his fingers against the boy's soft grey fur-- instinctively, Ketala jerked his hip to the side, but the dragon held it firm with his other hand as his fingers drifted closer and closer towards the cub's young crotch, his fingers eventually meeting with that soft little humanoid length.

As soon as the man's fingers pressed to the length, the hyena immediately arched his back, whining under his breath as some meek form of protest; the man thought he might put up more of a fight, but he was surprisingly complacent now, probably because he knew there was no way out of his situation other than to endure and look for an opening-- not like he'd ever have the chance, however. Slowly the dragon's fingers flexed and curled, tucking under the member and stroking the underside, watching as the foreskin peeled back a little to reveal the head. He wondered at first whether his efforts to coax the cock to harden would be futile, but after a little while, he eventually felt it begin to swell, twitching purely from the stimulation alone. A smile spread across the reptile's features as he heard the Hyena groan under his breath, short and clipped, as if he wanted to restrain himself from doing so. The boy wriggled and tried to angle his hips away as his loins became stimulated, but the man's hand remained firm on his side, keeping him as still as he could manage with only one hand. He switched tact with his fingers, opting to pinch the cock between his thumb and forefinger. He stroked from tip the base, tugging the foreskin back to expose the head as he did so, and he relished the sight of the member easily swelling from its half-mast state to something more akin to full mast.

"Good puppy..." The dragon murmured under his breath, and he watched as his efforts to please the boy only seemed to make the cub more and more nervous, but also considerably less defiant. His squirming eventually subsided into a whimpering, pleading noise, unable to get his words out-- all the while, the 10-year-old's cock twitched almost eagerly against his digits, its tip dry as a bone, revealing his pre-pubescence. The more that the man stroked, the greater the cub seemed to try and keep quiet, but he knew that the cub was enjoying it, at least on some level; even if his mind didn't agree, his body sure did.

It didn't take long for Ketala's quiet breathing to become more laboured, and the dragon could tell he was getting the boy close, and against his own will no less. However, this wasn't the intention of what he was doing-- though he found it hit and enjoyable, he had much more planned for the cub. He slowly withdrew his hand and the hyena slumped when he was let go, his breathing heavy through his nostrils, the blindfold tight to his face. The 10-year-old parted his lips and stuck out his tongue for a moment before he sucked it back in and took in a deep, shallow breath, as if steeling himself. Maybe he thought it was over-- the man didn't blame him, considering he couldn't see. Unbeknownst to the boy, however, the dragon had raised himself up to his full height, his own erect cock, a good 9 inches in length, hovering mere inches from the boy's body. It was so very tempting to unhook him from the cross and have his way with him, but being too hasty could be a bad thing; good things would come in time. For now, he needed to warm himself up.

The man abruptly pushed forwards and his scales tingled as the head of his cock met with the cub's stomach, smearing up and down. The hyena instinctively tucked his stomach and in sucked in a breath, quaking as the mass dragged up against his fur and back down, where the underside nudged with his erect little cock. Unlike Ketala, the dragon's length was matured and eager to please, and from its tip came seeping strings of pre-cum that stained that grey-furred front with his arousal.

"Stop..." The hyena mumbled the word, almost quiet enough for the man not to hear, but the room was simply too silent for him not to pick it up. With a smirk the man raised his hand, pressing it to the boy's chin and tilted it upwards, fully aware that he couldn't see, yet enamoured with the thought of displaying his power and authority.

"If you want something, you have to beg for it, Ketala," The dragon informed him. "And make sure to address your master properly, hm...?"

"M-Mister, please..." The cub weakly pleaded, and the reptile pursed his maw, loosening his grip around his hand and lowering it to the boy's cock, squeezing it between his fingers-- not hard, of course, but in a distinctly pleasurable way that had the boy squirming.

"Address me properly." The man repeated, and the hyena huffed between his slightly parted lips, trying to jerk his head away from the dragon's hand.

"...Master." The hyena muttered after a moment, the word strained on his lips. Satisfied, the dragon loosened his grip from around the cub's length and then lowered his hand from the boy's muzzle, dropping to his knees. Part of him was tempted to simply plunge his mouth against that little cock and suckle until the hyena could take it no more, but he was frankly getting impatient. Ketala had only been on the cross for 10 or 20 minutes if that, and the man was already starting to loosen him, undoing the straps from around his ankles before he stood and did the same to the others, all the while deliberately pressing the tip of his member gently against the hyena's body, grazing and reminding him of the man's arousal. When he loosened one hand, the Hyena visibly slumped, and the dragon held him up with one hand as he went for the other strap. To his surprise, Ketala leant against him for barely longer than a few breaths before he found the strength to force himself away, at least to arm's length.

"We're not done yet, little puppy," The man warned. "There's still so much I have left to teach you...but for now, I have something that will suffice."

The whine that escaped the boy's mouth was one of both desperation and anxiety, and against his will the dragon coaxed him across the room, leading him towards the suspended straps that were fixed to the ceiling by strong, thick strips of fabric. Ketala seemed to understand the gravity of his situation and didn't make much attempt to wrestle himself free of the man as the dragon hoisted him up and laid him back against the straps, but it was clear the hyena was nervous about being up off the floor like that. Before the 10-year-old could make much of a complaint, his eyes still covered, the older male was already locking his ankles into place with convenient loops of leather bearing weighty metal buckles. They kept the cub's legs in place and forced him to lift them up and apart, revealing just about everything between his legs, from his hard little cock to his presumably virgin ass.

"You look so delectable in that position, Ketala." The man remarked clearly as he leant forwards, taking the hyena's wrists and lifting them up so he could fasten them in place too. The straps that kept the boy's limbs spread in a similar way as before, joined by also equally as loose chains, varied for length, and in the same way as the cross he shortened the length of them with a sharp tug, keeping the hyena's legs up. As he worked to keep the boy pinned, the hyena complacently laid there suspended in the air, his member twitching weakly against his stomach, now sitting at only half-mast-- the lack of stimulation had caused the cub to soften, but the dragon knew he'd get hard again in no time, especially with that the man intended to do next. Satisfied that the boy would remain stuck there in the harness, the dragon sealed the hyena's fate with a single, final buckle, that clasped across his lithe stomach to stop him from wriggling out and getting himself in an uncomfortable position. With that the man turned, stepping back across the room towards the wardrobe. There, on one of the small shelves, sat a clear bottle of lube amongst several others. He plucked it from the shelf and returned to the boy.

"Let's prepare you a little bit." He didn't have to warn the hyena that he was going to do something, but it seemed only fair that he be nice to a cub that he had every intention of keeping around. He turned the bottle upside down against his finger and squeezed lightly, trailing a small translucent drip of it across his fingertip. He crouched to drop the bottle to the floor and then worked the lube around his finger, making sure it was nice and slick as the boy simply lay there in the air, unsure what was going on. Once his scaled finger was slick with stick lubricant, he slowly lowered it, warning the boy ahead of time by putting a hand on his inner thigh. The hyena tensed and grew rigid under the man's touch, but he somehow became even firmer when that lubed-up digit slipped beneath the young balls and right up against the boy's sensitive pink flesh.

The dragon gently pressed, circling his digit around and smearing the lube across that young little asshole as the hyena whimpered, aware where that finger was going to go mere moments from now-- he might be naive about sex toys and the like, but he at least seemed to understand what anal was. The reptile hesitated for no more than a few moments before he slowly pushed, licking his lips as the pucker clenched tightly against his finger. He waited, watching and feeling the boy adjust and loosen, before he pushed again-- the cub, of course, instantly squeezed one more, but the dragon already had purchase on his ring; he pushed, despite the hyena's tensing, and sunk his finger inside.

At first the boy grunted, then he gasped, and finally he groaned in a mixture of discomfort and unease as the digit pushed inch by inch, until the knot met with the 10y-ear-old's pelvis. The man flexed his digit and the hyena immediately gasped, arching his back within the harness and wriggling around as his innards clamped and squeezed, spasming around every available inch of the digit. The dragon relished the feeling and felt a little impatient, eager to know how that squeezing hole might feel around his cock. He flexed his digit just a little more, admiring the way the boy squirmed and half-huffed, half-whined, before he slid it back.

"Did you like that, little puppy?" He asked, smearing the finger around the entrance a little as the boy curled his toes and shook his head rapidly, his lower muzzle wobbling. The cub sniffled could didn't utter a word, which only encouraged the man to continue; he withdrew his finger from that button and then crouched down to scoop up the lube once more, trailing a good amount along the length of his hard cock, using one hand to work it in as he looked up and down Ketala's frame with the other. He unceremoniously tossed the lube to the floor, not caring anymore about being dainty, and then stepped in between the boy's legs.

"This will sting, my pet," The dragon warned, deliberately grinding the length of his cock against the boy's fuzzy inner thigh for a moment, before angling it down. "But trust me, it'll feel very good after a while..."

"N-No, don't, please..." The hyena began as the thick head of the dragon's cock grazed the boy's balls before it dipped lower, meeting with his entrance. The boy continued to shake his head, squirming against the restraints that held him in place-- despite his struggling, there was no way out of it. With a sigh the dragon pushed forwards, spearing the 10-year-old's ass right onto his intruding cock.

Despite the obvious pain the boy was in, Ketala was surprisingly quiet as the man penetrated him-- the cock sunk in a couple of inches as most, but the boy did nothing more than grunt and huff, breathing harshly through his nose as his eyes remained covered by the thick blindfold. A sigh escaped the dragon's mouth as he pushed a little further, sinking another couple of inches into the boy before he met a little resistance. At the moment, he threw caution to the wind and shoved even deeper, grasping the boy's hip with one hand and reaching out to hold onto the main strap that held the harness up with the other, using it for leverage. He pumped his hips forwards and the hyena let out a half-cry, half-gasp as the cock suddenly forced past whatever resistance it found and shoved deeper, sinking another couple of inches before the man's easing slowed, and he took his time. He hesitated here and there, giving the boy a moment or two to adjust, though not enough for him to really get used to it-- eventually, after a few moments, he managed to fit the entirety of himself into the 10-year-old's ass, and the tip of his member visibly bulged the boy's stomach and revealed a prominent, rounded little bump.

"Good boy..." The dragon huffed, trying to keep himself together as he felt every inch of his spasming young walls squeezing around all of his length. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

"I-It hurts..." The cub complained, but the dragon ignored it, for the most part. He held onto Ketala's hip as he pulled back and he almost shuddered at the sheer pleasure that swam across his member when the hyena's ass clamped down like a vice and squeezed tighter than before-- the man had no doubt that the withdrawal was more painful than the entry, but he was also sure the boy would eventually enjoy it, even if the discomfort wouldn't entirely fade. He slid back only a couple of inches before he pushed forwards again, his gaze flicking from the hyena's pained expression and gritted teeth to the bump of his bulging tummy, down to the twitching length that was clearly getting just a little harder, but was otherwise not reacting all that much to their sex; that was probably, in part, due to the combination of pleasure from his prostate and the pain of the penetration itself.

Slowly, the dragon wordlessly eased back again and began in on a slow yet methodically paced rhythm. He slid back a couple of inches and watched as the boy's ring stretched and tugged back, clinging to his prick as he withdrew, before he pushed forwards again, his movements slickened and made ever so slightly easier thanks to the lube that coated his cock. Each time his pelvis met with the cub's ass, an audible yet muted slap bounced through the air, and the man groaned under his breath, low and ominous. At the same time, Ketala whimpered and wriggled within his harness, hands and feet curling and clenching as he endured the discomfort and searing pain from his ass.

It took a while before the silver reptile felt comfortable picking up speed, but when he did he let the harness do most of the work. The combined lubricant and his own pre-cum, as well as the cub's loosening ass, slowly made his thrusting easier and with one hand he forced the cub back on the harness, before letting gravity do the work of sliding him back down on his humanoid cock. The man's twitching length swelled and pulsed eagerly inside the boy's ass and with every rise and fall of those cheeks, his cock grazed Ketala's innards and stimulated his prostate, coaxing the 10-year-old's member to full mast despite his pain.

As the man began to speed up, the hyena's once quiet huffing and whimpering became closer to muted yelps, his teeth gritted tightly as the man's cock pistoned in and out of the boy's red, used hole. Whilst the dragon cared for the boy's wellbeing up to a point, he was ultimately focused on his own pleasure in the heat of the moment, his eyes lidded over and his breathing low and heavy. The wet sounds of their arguably forced sex bounced through the acoustics of the small room, and despite the hyena's yelps of pain, no one was going to hear him. The dragon began to thrust with a greater ferocity after not too long and his huffs of pleasure began heavier and heavier, lapsing into carnal, lust-driven grunts.

"Almost there, puppy..." The reptile groaned, loosening his grip on the main harness strap and planting both hands on either boy's hip, tugging him down against his thick humanoid cock as he thrust, whilst yanking back with his own body's motions as he withdrew. His once methodical, measured pounding had become hard and rough, his gaze fixated on that bulging belly as the hyena cried out, his once squirming body now limp as he tried simply to endure, and nothing more. Though his little cock twitched with each vivid thrust, it didn't climax or anything of the sort-- that suited the man just fine, for he could already feel himself getting closer and closer.

After a moment a shudder rolled through him, a familiar feeling that had him groaning with a greater intensity. His fingers clenched and tightened around the cub's hips as he rammed forwards, pressing himself fully into the 10-year-old's ass and plunging as deep as he could-- which, effectively, was all 9 inches of his length. The hyena whimpered in response and the dragon could feel his insides flexing and squeezing around him, gripping purely out of instinct. The man kneaded himself for no longer than a few moments, closing his eyes, before he felt himself teeter over the inevitable edge of his release.

With a sigh, he finally climaxed. He hung his head down and watched as the bulge in the cub's belly flexed and pulsed with each thick, vivid spurt from the end of his member. Pleasure swept up his body and made his scales tingle as he felt the cub's insides squeeze down just a little harder than before, reacting to a sudden eruption of warmth that spread across his insides and shot into the deepest parts of him. The man lingered no longer than a few moments before he pulled back, slowly sliding from the cub's gripping ass and admiring the messy sight of his cum-soaked cock as it withdrew. When he popped the head out of the boy's ass, cum oozed from the cub's stretched out hole before the boy tried to clench it as much as possible. The dragon absently stroked his cock and then crouched, scooping up the lube bottle.

"M-Mister, it hurts..." The boy complained now that the man was out of him, and the dragon turned, listening to the hyena's pained, tired panting as he stepped across the room to put it back on the shelf.

"Master," The man corrected him. "It's Master. Looks like you still need some discipline."

"N-No, please, no more..." The boy begged, and the adult reptile had no intention of playing with him anymore-- not in that moment anyway. Instead, he strode towards the door that led back out to the hallway, putting his hand to the handle. He hesitated for a moment and looked over his shoulder at the suspended boy, and a small smile crossed his lips.

"I'll be right back," He called. "You just stay there, little pup. I'll get you some water and the right disciplinary tools..."

"W-Wait--" The hyena began, but before he could say any more the dragon had left. The man strode across the hall towards a door along the same side, and he stepped into what looked to be a more personalised room with a bed, drawers and a wardrobe, as well as an en-suite bathroom. He stepped over towards a mini bar in the corner and poured himself a whiskey, mulling it over as he stepped towards the ceiling-high wall of windows that looked down on the bustling metropolis below. 

There he stood in the nude, sipping his alcohol as he mulled over the night's events. When recalling what had only just recently transpired, a smile crept across his lips, and he took a deeper swig of the drink as he felt his loins stir with arousal. The hyena was...endearing. Lovable, even.

He was going to enjoy watching him break.