"...Ketala. We're here."

"Yes, master."

The silver dragon shifted in his seat and glanced out the passenger side window, watching as their driver turned into a small parking space, a perfect spot for their car. To their side was a path ladened with Sakura trees on each side, leading to an expansive mansion with olden Japanese exterior architecture, woodland covering around the back and a small bridge splitting the path as it led to the building, with a small lake beneath. To any, it would have been a stunning sight...but to Shiro Harana, it was just another home his bloodline had purchased, that he was now afforded the privilege of owning.

Their driver killed the engine and briefly glanced up to the rear-view mirror, giving the silver dragon a curt nod. With a sigh, the reptile shifted in the back seat, straining in his tight-fitting suit, as he leaned down and plucked a leather collar, complete with a leash, from the floor between his feet. He looped the leash in his hands for a moment before turning expectantly to the boy sitting next to him. The hyena cub, now 11 years of age, turn and lifted his head to open his neck to the man. The dragon hummed his approval, unclasping the collar before looping it around the boy's neck, fastening it at the front.

"Good," He praised him, his hand briefly reaching up to ruffle the spiky little mop atop the hyena boy's head before he turned to the door. "Wait."

The boy didn't say anything in response, but he didn't have to-- he sat there diligently, dressed in only a tiny little thong and collar, as the dragon let go of the leash and waited for their driver to open the door on his side. When he did so, the man stepped out into the overcast weather above, adjusting his shirt and jacket as the driver moved around him to the other side to open the door for the boy. The cub, Ketala, stepped out when it opened and waited by the car with his hands behind his back, his eyes straight ahead. Shiro looked at him for a moment and couldn't help but smile, just a little, before he took the end of the cub's leash, stepping forwards and guiding the boy along with leash in hand, down the path towards the house.

It had been some 18 months or so since Ketala had been with him, and in that time the boy had aged one year, but ultimately hadn't grown too much as a person. His Master had come to understand that Ketala was a boy who craved his own autonomy, and true to his promise, the boy had wanted for nothing in the entire time they'd been together. Apart from the obvious sexual chemistry the two shared, Ketala was often allowed to do what he liked, apart from the rare times, like this, where Mr. Harana called the shots.

"How do you like it?" He asked the boy as they walked from the path towards the bridge, briefly stopping halfway along so that Ketala could look over the water. The hyena turned to look, his hands dutifully behind his back, and for a moment the dragon watched him. He was so inquisitive and shy at first, but over time he had become a little rigid, perhaps even tense and distant...at least, sometimes. He seemed to act like it the most around other people, but when it was just the two of them he appeared to relax...even still, it was hard for the dragon to tell if he were truly happy. Once upon a time he had asked him, but had never got a clear answer.

"It's..." Ketala began. "It's pretty."

Shiro shifted, stepping forwards to move beside him, lifting a hand to put it on the boy's shoulder. There was no one around but them, no other house in sight-- this little mansion was effectively in the middle of nowhere, on the outskirts of Tokyo. He squeezed the boy's bony shoulder and the cub shifted a little on the spot, sighing through his nose.

"Does it not make you happy?" The dragon asked, though he knew he had before. "...Does this life not make you happy?"

Ketala glanced to the side and up to the dragon, blinking up at him. Shiro looked down to meet his gaze with sharp eyes, unsure of what the hyena's expression could mean. Was it just that the boy was bad at conveying emotion? The more that the dragon had him around, the more he indulged his own whims through the 11-year-old's body, and the more he found him a mystery...but that was also what made him so alluring, like he was a safe that Shiro had to crack, a flower to be nurtured. Ketala's gaze didn't waver, not a hint of fear in his eyes, before he looked back out over the water.

"...I'm happy." It sounded like a lie. It might as well have been. His master couldn't help but feel a little resentful, but he relented.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" The man asked, causing Ketala to falter slightly.

"You...mentioned something about a summer home." The boy's gaze flicked to the overcast sky and Shiro had to wonder if he was subtly hinting something, but he didn't call him out on it. Instead, he sighed.

"We've spent a lot of time together these past few months, you and I..." He began. "I thought it would be nice to get away from the city for a while and enjoy nature."

"Thank you, Master." Ketala sounded almost grateful, but it was hard to tell. Even a cub as young as him, as battered and bruised as him, could hopefully see the effort and affection put into doing things for him, like buying gifts or going on vacations...but for Ketala, there was more here than just a nice house. As if on cue, the heavy ornate door of the mansion's front slowly opened, catching their attention.

Standing there was a man, a wolf to be more precise, clad in a floral Japanese kimono bearing blue and white colours. His fur was a rich auburn in colour, like a smoky brown, and given his bare lower legs and sandals, there didn't seem to be any indication that he was wearing anything else but that kimono. Ketala looked from him to his master, confusion briefly crossing his features before Shiro began to explain.

"This is my associate," He began, making a gesture to the wolf as they stepped further over the bridge and back down to the path, which was just a small distance from the house's front. "You can call him Tora, for the time being. Tora, this is my most previous slave, Ketala."

"Ketala..." The wolf looked the boy up and down in a way that could only be described as scrutinizing, like he was bearing into the boy's very soul, before he squatted down to reach his eye level. "Nice to meet you, then. Quite the catch you have here, Harana."

"He's not stupid," Shiro pointed out, and at his words the wolf straightened, raising up, before the dragon looked down at the young hyena. "Tora will be staying with us for the next week, but we'll be here longer."

"Is he here on business?" The cub asked, not taking his eyes from his Master, and Tora pursed his muzzle, surprised-- Ketala had seen it before, but it was relatively clear to him after all this time that his Master treated him a lot differently than other people treated their slaves. Tora's expression all but gave away that fact, but Ketala had also seen it from others he'd met during his time with the dragon...amongst other things, such as his influence, wealth, lifestyle, and so on.

"Mostly," The dragon answered him faithfully, knowing the boy had no reason to doubt his words, even if they were the truth. "But he's also here for other reasons."

"Harana has told me how much of a receptive boy you are," The wolf reached out, tucking a finger under the hyena's chin, forcing him to look his way. "We're going to have a lot of fun, the three of us."

Shiro was pretty certain that Ketala knew what the man was after, considering the vast majority of people that the dragon introduced him to ended up fucking him, one way or another. The hyena barely flinched at the words, didn't shrink away or grimace...he'd learnt to either be receptive to people's advances, or to learn to swallow down any discomfort he had. That left him an unreadable cub, though Shiro had already seen that side of him for a while. With all intents out of the way, the dragon led his little slave inside and closed the door behind them as Tora stepped further in, adjourning through a shoji-- a sliding door-- a room beyond. 

The interior of the house was fairly authentic and olden in its architecture, opting for traditional Japanese tatami flooring and shoji doors, but alongside that was a certain degree of modernisation, with sleek minimal designs on furniture which colours that mostly matched the aesthetic of the room. Shiro gave his pet a tour of the building, starting with the bottom floor and working his way up, and Ketala came to understand that the majority of the house, aesthetic aside, had been meticulously built with technology in mind. Fancy TVs, state-of-the-art kitchen appliances, built-in speakers to the wall...the house had it all.

The upper floor was more quaint, and only really seemed to be home to bedrooms, bathrooms and all the typical facilities that a home of that calibre should have. The silver dragon had been mindful of Ketala's wishes almost the entire time the boy had been in the dragon's company, and his request to have a room of his own, much like he did at their 'home', did not go unheard even on vacation-- the pup had the best room in the house, in Shiro's words, at the front of the abode, looking out over the Sakura trees. Once again it was hard to read whether Ketala was truly happy about it, but Shiro let him take time to settle in, for an hour or so at least, insisting he comes down in a little while once he was comfortable so they could 'get down to business'. The dragon knew that his little slave knew what that meant.

Mr. Harana did very little in the house that he waited for Ketala to be ready. For the most part, he and his guest, Tora, spoke briefly about business-- he wasn't lying about why the man was here, for the wolf was essentially the CEO of a smaller subsidiary business that the silver dragon had the majority share in...for all intents and purposes, Shiro 'owned' the company whilst Tora ran it. The two talked, though the content of their discussion mattered very little until, finally, Ketala came downstairs. He held the leash to his collar obediently in his hands, and still bore the same little thong that he had been wearing when they arrived-- there were clothes upstairs, but there was no real reason to change, considering what was about to happen.

Wordlessly, the dragon rose and lead the boy, and their associate, towards a door that he had shown the cub before, which lead to a basement floor underneath the building. They descended down into the darkness, where the heat of an overcast summer day became cooler, and Shiro flicked on a light to the side to bathe the room in a deep red glow. Ketala had already surmised what was down here, but as he turned his head to look, the sight before him more or less confirmed his suspicions-- the entire basement floor was covered in a variety of BDSM apparatus, ranging from ceiling harnesses and leather horses to a Saint Andrew's Cross, one of Shiro's favourites, and even olden medieval stocks, though modernised to include leather amongst other things.

"Let's get started." Shiro began as Ketala moved towards the middle of the room. He turned as the dragon moved across the room, already popping the buttons of his shirt and slipping out of his jacket, and to the dragon's left, Tora easily undid the front of the kimono to reveal that he was completely naked underneath, his humanoid-shaped dick already swinging at a half-chub, encouraged by the situation and what was to come. The two men slinked out of their clothes, though Shiro stopped at just his top, before Mr. Harana dug into the drawer he had moved to stand in front of to retrieve a small piece of shiny black latex, before turning to his salve. He gestured, curling a finger and encouraging the boy to approach before outstretching his hand, beckoning for something. Ketala understood as he stepped forwards, holding out the end of the leash for his master to take. Tora watched from the side as the dragon pulled on the leash, forcing Ketala forwards a little harshly-- it was only in these instances, during their sexual encounters, that Shiro made any attempts to be 'rough'...and he wouldn't do it if Ketala didn't react the way he did, sucking in a breath and trembling on the spot. He knew the 11-year-old well enough to know that was arousal.

Shiro didn't say anything as he brought the latex to the boy's head, and Ketala dipped his body forward slightly and bowed his nose as his master put the latex over his head, pushing it down around the sides of his muzzle. It was a perfectly-fitted hood, presumably made to fit the cub's head, with holes for his ears and nose, and a zip at the very front to expose the mouth-- the one thing it was lacking, however, was any sort of holes to reveal the eyes. With his vision obscured, the boy's senses were heightened, his breathing low and heavy, and he quivered as the dragon's hand ran down to his cheek, pulling up the zipper to expose the cub's mouth.

"Good boy." The dragon murmured, delving his hand and keeping a firm grip and tension on that leash as his digits snaked down, trailing that naked front. The fur was a little cold, and he wondered if Ketala had been chilly outside; in response, he twisted his hand and brushed it down fingers-first towards the boy's crotch, pressing the warmth of his scales to the stomach as it went. The boy seemed to appreciate the touch, letting out a sigh through his nose, and to the side Tora watched, leaning up against the wall and idly trailing a hand down to stroke his steadily growing cock.

Shiro's fingers hooked perfectly within the waistband of the boy's underwear, and as he pulled down, he was met with what Ketala had set him up with not that long ago-- a tiny little cage, hooked around his equally smaller cock, with a metal loop around the top of his balls to give them a taut pouch to sit within. Just the slightest movement from the hyena had his balls wobbling ever so slightly, but that cage was steadfast...not that it was used as much of a deterrence since Ketala took a great deal of effort to get hard in the first place. The dragon pulled the underwear down further as Tora approached, the wolf getting a good look at what he'd be 'sampling' as the small thong slipped down past the boy's knees and to the floor.

"That's what I like to see," Tora growled, showing in excitement in just about every way other than rubbing his hands together. "What're you putting him in first, Harana?"

The dragon cast his gaze around the room before moving his hand up and hooking against the boy's arm, leading him across the room towards a surface clad in leather, with a thick wooden bottom and angular, rounded legs. When Ketala stood near it, albeit through some manhandling, Shiro ducked his hands to tuck them under his arms, hoisting them up until the cub's behind scooted against the edge, eventually finding purchase. The cub shifted back on instinct, and whilst he became situated, the wolf strode across the room, opening up one of the cabinets against the far end wall, revealing a series of hung-up garments, mostly made of that shiny plastic material, as well as a number of apparatus neatly piled on a shield at the top. Shiro turned to look at the man for a moment before murmuring something to him; in response, a short metal bar with two thick rigid loops at the end was passed to him, along with a set of handcuffs.

Shiro didn't need to tell Ketala what to do, for the jingle of metal was familiar to him, and the light tap on his chest coaxed him into laying back. Shiro thumb the tool in his hands-- a spreader bar and handcuffs, which they had used a handful of times before, though never with Tora around, of course. The boy slowly lifted his legs blindly, unable to see, and had a feeling he was being stared at-- that wasn't untrue, Tora's gaze very obviously stared, looking down to the hyena cub's little balls and down to the pinkish ring of his taut, but ultimately used and stretched, hole. The 11-year-old flexed his paws and rolled his ankles to loosen up as Mr. Harana clipped the bar around his shins, once again proving that a lot of the apparatus was made to fit the boy's slender, young frame-- the loops fastened perfectly around the cub's flesh, and all it took was a twist of a little gear to squeeze the bar inwards, sliding into itself and forcing the boy's ankles inwards, making his knees bend as a result. His paws were almost touching one another with how close they were, but they stopped a handful of inches apart as Shiro clicked the bar into place. He took the handcuffs next and hooked them around the bar whilst Ketala raised his hands and brought them forwards, clumsily having to fumble around until the tops of his hands bumped with his toes. He strained to hold the position before Shiro hooked either cuff around each wrist, locking him into place in a glorified hog-tied position.

"Looking good," Tora muttered as he approached, Ketala's ears twisting to listen as the wolf moved to the side of the surface, tentatively reaching out a hand. "Can I?"

"You may." Shiro muttered, moving his hands from the boy to begin undressing further. At the same time, Tora licked his lips with delight as he lowered his hand, pressing his digits to the warmth and softness of the hyena's body, and Ketala sucked in a breath as he was touched, though it would be more accurate to say it was like a grope. The way Tora's digits flexed and danced over Ketala's chest and stomach made it clear he was enamoured with the boy, delighted by the softness of his flesh, caring little for the scars that riddled the boy's small frame-- those rough blemishes were, unfortunately quite common. Shiro wondered if Tora thought he caused him, but his opinion didn't really matter in the end; the dragon was only offering up his most prized possession as a means for a smoother business transaction, as well as their hopefully growing rapport.

Shiro's pants fell with ease, dropping to his ankles to reveal his form-fitting elastic pants, that sat perfectly snug around his hips, thighs and crotch, all but accentuating every curse and bump of his humanoid member hidden beneath. He didn't leave the sight of it to the imagination for long; those boxers quickly came down to reveal the steadily rising cock beneath, but only Tora was privy to such a sight-- Ketala, his eyes still covered, waited with eager anticipation, that hand still stroking his front. The boy's tail wagged ever so slightly, but Shiro guessed it was more out of the suspense of what may happen to him, rather than the gentle touch of a frankly perverted man; the dragon could tell, from Tora's lustful eyes, how horny he was.

As was customary with anyone sharing their slave, to open up their ass for someone else required at least permission, if not some kind of warm-up first...to that end, Shiro took his spot between the boy's legs, for that ass was dutifully his, and he'd take it when he pleased. Tora didn't seem to mind and circled around to the cub's face on the other side of the table, where the boy's laid body had his head hanging perfectly off the side, despite his short stature. Shiro's hands delved and his scaled fingers pressed firmly to the 11-year-old's thighs, relishing the way his pet tensed and quivered from the touch, before the dragon cast his gaze up to watch the naked wolf snake a hand up to the hyena's head, pushing on his chin to get him to angle his head back some more. Satisfied he'd be gentle, Shiro delved a hand up to the bar of Ketala's leg spreader as his other hand delved inwards towards the boy's hole, a clawed fingertip dexterously smearing around in a circle, feeling that hole quiver and spasm. Ketala had already been lubed up a little before the tip, but a bit more didn't hurt, despite Shiro's impatience. He moved across the room to retrieve a bottle from the cupboard, whilst Tora made a move on the boy, angling his cock by the base and delicately smearing the foreskinned, humanoid-shaped end around the hyena's revealed muzzle and down to his nose.

Ketala whined in a way that could only be described as receptive-- the boy never seemed truly eager, and the majority of the defiance he had before had long since been 'ironed out' through Shiro's fervent, sexually-charged teachings. Not, there was nothing but obedience and a tingle of a willingness to please, something that Tora seemed to greatly appreciate as the hyena's muzzle opened to accept his cock. The wolf moaned under his breath, licking his lips eagerly as he pushed his hips forwards and slid his cock into that young mouth. By the time Shiro had found the lube and returned to the table, Tora was halfway in the cub's mouth and already probing down into his throat, the tension of the snug collar around his neck providing a distinctive squeeze against the head of his cock, and some slight discomfort to Shiro's 'toy'.

The dragon didn't have to warn Tora to be gentle, for the wolf pulled back all on his cock, sliding the top of his cock against that rolling tongue and briefly hesitating as he withdrew, before pushing forwards again, pressing himself further in and groaning with delight at the feeling. Shiro, meanwhile, looked down at his cock and took the bottle of translucent liquid, smearing it over the length of his member before rubbing it around with his hand, coating his cock in a thin film of glistening, sticky lube. The adult male scooted forwards, his scaled hand holding the base of his cock as the other moved back to the spreader back, holding onto it to keep the boy still as the head of his member pressed with that hole. He pushed, probing, and his stomach twisted with desire when he felt that ring clench and spasm against the intrusion, both rejecting and accepting him in the way it squeezed and periodically relaxed. Shiro noticed the faintest of movements within the cub's little chastity cage, and he understood why-- the boy seemed to greatly enjoy being used by a 'group', or rather just more than one person. Double penetration was his favourite fix, but the dragon could tell his body liked what Tora was doing, too.

"Oooh fuck, he's so warm and tight..." Tora panted, sticking out his tongue as he started to pump his hips, fucking the throat of Shiro's young slave. The dragon watched him for a moment, more turned on by the sight of Ketala being throat-swabbed than anything else, before he looked down and angled himself again, pushing without warning against Ketala's behind. The hole swallowed him up instantly and Shiro felt the warmth and wetness of the lube he'd warmed Ketala up with before their trip down to the summer home. The dragon glided into that ass with ease, managing to get half of his thick, 9-inch cock into that hole before he paused and gave the hyena time to adjust, though he only really give him a handful of seconds. Shortly thereafter, he thrust again and hilted the entirety of his cock into that hole, save for the small amount covered by the fingers gripping his base. Ketala let out a muffled grunt around Tora's thrusting cock, and Shiro felt the boy's muscles tensing as he moved his hand from the base of his member to the boy's hip, meeting the last half-inch of his cock into that underage behind. His hand flexed and gripped Ketala's hip as the boy's toes curled tightly, as if he were struggling to accommodate the cock, but Shiro knew better; the boy was enjoying himself, of that he was certain.

Mr. Harana slowly eased into tender and gentle thrusts, wanting to warm Ketala up before thoroughly fucking him, but Tora was different-- true to his canine genes, his thrusts were quick and fervent, his pistoning hips causing his balls to swing and hit Ketala's face, making noisy 'plaps' against the latex over the 11-year-old's eyes, accentuated by the slick sounds of the wolf using that warm throat. Tora's face was twisted into one of eager pleasure as his head moved from looking down at his own thrusting hips and that awaiting muzzle to staring directly again, though not really meeting Shiro's eyes; it's like his gaze was glassy and lidded as he gave into pleasure completely, before snapping back to reality and looking back down. Shiro paid it little mind other than a passing observation as he slowly sped up his thrusts, dragging his hips back and forth at a growing moderate pace, until his own scaled balls swung in a similar fashion, brushing with and inevitably meeting Ketala's rump in long, hard thrusts.

"Good boy. Take it all." Shiro muttered, more for himself than the hyena's sake, though he was sure the cub could hear as he picked up speed slowly-- he'd been eager to fuck him since they'd gotten in the car earlier that day, and on any other morning he could have emptied his balls into the boy one way or another, but he had been patient, for Tora's sake, and it had paid off. To that end, he knew he wasn't going to last too long, so he enjoyed what he could whilst he had the opportunity, aware that they could just as easily have more than one round.

Tora seemed to be getting closer and closer, given the way he started to moan with a greater intensity, but he managed to hold on a little longer whilst Shiro thrust-- the dragon wasn't sure, but he figured that maybe the man was waiting for the dragon to finish, but if that were the case he'd be waiting a while. As the silver-scaled man continued to pump, he listened intently to the sounds: the gentle slaps of his own pelvis against that young ass, the huffs of Tora's canine panting, and the rhythmic, whimpering half-grunts, half-whines of Ketala's noises of what Shiro knew to be pleasure. What was more interesting were Ketala's fervent sounds, something he wasn't particularly expecting; he knew the boy liked this kind of 'fun', but he didn't normally enjoy this sort of thing.

Before him, the wolf let out a noise that Shiro guessed meant he was about to cum and, sure enough, the man pushed forwards and hung his head, huffing under his breath as his shoulders sagged and his thrusting ceased. He plunged deep, groaning through gritted teeth, and Shiro's gaze raked over his slave's body to see the rhythmic bulging of the boy's throat, indicating the virile pumps and spurts of cum shooting directly into the boy's stomach. The dragon had to admit, it was a particularly arousing sight, one that heightened his own pleasure to the point where he thrust harder, grunting to himself as he started to thrust faster, feeling his pleasure rising, his orgasm coming closer-- any moment now, just from a mixture of the sight before him and his pent-up arousal, he'd be done.

To the man's surprise, however, it was not him that finished first but Ketala-- he watched with surprise as the boy's chest began to heave in telltale ways, ones that the dragon had seen many times before, and his gaze flicked down just in time to see that little cock, housed within a metal cage, bobbing up and down. Little dribbles of cum seeped out the end as the hyena whined and let out short, restrained gasps of surprise and pleasure, his body tensing and his stomach tucking in with every other twitch of his young dick. The cum, barely enough to sit within a tablespoon, dripped down in tiny droplets, where they met with his own balls and eventually seeped down towards the underside, inevitably causing one or two droplets to fall upon the table. At the same time, the boy's innards rhythmically flexed and gripped tightly around Shiro's pounding cock, and that pressure alone was enough to give the dragon pause and force him to slow down, but it also encouraged his pleasure further-- but it came as no surprise to him when he tipped over the point of no return, for this wasn't the first time he had cum from Ketala's hole. He grunted and shoved forwards, and after a few moments a dizzying spurt of seed shot into that young body, followed by a handful more in varying amounts and strengths, coating his slave's inner walls and smearing his own dick with the fruits of his labour.

He panted quietly, eyes lidded for a moment as he spotted Tora sliding back, pulling his cock from the boy's mouth; in response, Ketala sucked in a breath and let out a quiet groan before he became silent, save for the quiet huffs as he caught his breath. Shiro watched for a moment, a mixture of amusement and intrigue crossing his features, before he slowly slid his body back, his cock dragging carefully out of Ketala's ass before he tugged back entirely, popping the head of his cock from that squeezing hole. The hyena sucked in a breath at the sensation, but he eventually relaxed after a few moments, lolling his head slightly. Shiro, however, was not impressed.

"Ketala," Shiro spoke clearly, and his slave jolted in his laid-down position, aware he was in trouble. "I didn't tell you to cum, did I?"

"N...No sir." Ketala had to gulp for a moment, his mouth probably still stained with cum one way or another, but he did eventually reply. Shiro pursed his maw for a moment before glancing at Tora, who shrugged his shoulders-- unlike the dragon, Tora wasn't particularly well-versed in the art of BDSM and punishment. Shiro, however, liked to think of himself as something of an expert; he moved back towards the wardrobe, taking a tiny key and bringing it to the boy to unlock the handcuffs tying him to the spreader bar, but the boy seemed hesitant. He withdrew his hands, carefully, and lowered them to his sides as the dragon started to unwind the spread bar, pushing it outwards to force the cub's legs to spread, if only for a moment. He started to unclasp the bar from around his shins, and the entire time he didn't say a word, whilst Tora carefully just watched, unsure what the dragon intended to do.

"You know the rules, don't you, Ketala?" Shiro asked quietly ad he removed the bar from the 11-year-old entirely, placing it to the side up against the wall. Ketala slowly stretched his legs out and scooted forwards, sitting up and awkwardly squirming in his seat; he was nervous, and understandably so, for he knew the consequences.

"Yes, sir." He mumbled, keeping his eyes down and his hands to his lap. Shiro looked at him for a moment, the boy unable to meet his gaze, before he took the handcuffs he had removed from him moments ago, and clipped them back to the hyena's wrists. Ketala didn't even try and struggle-- in fact, he held his hands out for the man to take, allowing himself to be cuffed. Tora watched with curiosity, his cock still hanging at a half-limp angle, ready for another round should he crave...and if one were to look upon the scene and question Shiro's eagerness to continue, they'd be mistaken; he was very much interested in fucking the boy again, but there was a procedure, and Ketala broke it.

Carefully, Shiro gripped the chain between the two cuffs binding the hyena boy's wrists, and he slowly pulled, forcing the boy off the edge of the leather table and onto his feet. He lead him across the room towards a thick metal bar hanging from the ceiling, connected by chains with rigid and firm housing on the ceiling itself. The boy was perhaps a little too short to reach it himself by holding his hands up, but that was the point. Shiro reached up to grab a small hook, pulling it down a little and angling it appropriately, before he took the chain between Ketala's handcuffs and lifted it, forcing the cub's arms upwards.

"What are you doing?" Tora asked as he watched the boy be lifted by that chain, his paws hovering just an inch or two above the ground as Shiro hooked the chain of the cuffs onto the hook. In any other instance, those handcuffs might have cut into Ketala's wrists, but the insides of them were padded with thick leather, cushioning the sharpness of the metal against his wrists.

"Giving him appropriate punishment," Shiro explained, turning from the boy. "He knows he's not meant to cum until I tell him. Isn't that right, Ketala?"

"Yes sir." The hyena's voice was strained, and for good reason; his shoulders stung and his arms ached a little from being suspended in the air, but if he pointed his paws properly, his toes could touch the ground to alleviate the ache just a little, which allowed him to shift a little bit and try to ease the discomfort, just a little. Shiro, meanwhile, returned to the wardrobe and retrieved another tool, one that unfurled as he brought it down to his side-- it was long, black and made of a more coarse, narrow leather: a whip. Tora looked apprehensive, but the way his dick swung up and down made it clear he kind of liked the thought.

"Are you ready, Ketala?" Shiro spoke clearly and confidently as he rounded the boy's front, zipping up the mouth hole so that only his nose was exposed, before he circled around behind him. He flicked his wrist back and forth, scraping the leather across the ground to audibly visualise to the boy what was about to happen. The cub quivered, in ways that were hard to read, and his responding whine was both a confirmation and a protest. Satisfied he was ready, Shiro cracked the whip on the floor before readying his whipping arm, twisting his hand in a way that he knew would allow the tool to hit right across the boy's back.

Ketala huffed and panted, his breathing harsh; he was afraid of the anticipation, of the punishment; how could he not, when his punishment was fierce, powerful whipping? It was then that it hit him; the sharp crack of leather crossed his back, from his right shoulder blade down to the opposite hip, and he cried out through the mask, muffled by the latex. Any attempts he'd made to alleviate the discomfort in his arms were metaphorically thrown out the window, for his body instinctively squirmed, writhing from the impact as pain shot through his body...yet also pleasure. He writhed for a few moments longer, before he started to relax a little, his chest heaving a little as he settled down-- ultimately, that's just what Shiro was waiting for. Once the boy had let his guard down and relaxed, he cracked the whip again and attacked.

Whip after whip lashed against Ketala's form, and though it may appear as if the dragon was being reckless, there was merit to his punishment. He had no intention of overdoing it and making the boy bleed, wanting to keep his promise, and so his precise whips marked different spots on the boy's back, trying his best not to go over one spot too much. He relished the way the boy spasmed and squirmed, each time writhing as thoroughly and as powerfully as the first, his legs kicking this way and that, though not too far, before they slowed and swung, his body drifting from side to side in its suspended state, slowed by the light scuff of his toes against the floor, though not all that often. The only thing that was different was the aftermath of each whip and flog; after the first, he never truly let his guard down, no matter how long Shiro dared to wait, how long he suffered the boy to hold his breath in anticipation. The cub's guard remained reared, his muscles tense, for the inevitable slap of that leather again.

"What do you say, Ketala?" Shiro asked, and the hyena boy let out a cry as he was whipped again, his words coming out muffled through the latex. Mr. Harana knew it was some kind of apology from the inflection of his tone, so he relented in asking again. His whip struck once more, this time in roughly the same spot, and the compounding pain caused the boy to wriggle even harder, panting harshly through his nose as his balls jiggled and his dick twitched within the confines of that little metal cage, unable to get truly hard thanks to it. With a little twinge of amusement, he cast his gaze over his shoulder, looking towards the wolf. Like Shiro, the man was aroused by the sight, and both their cocks, one way or another, were bobbing up and down with need, already fully hard and ready to go again.

"Why don't you have your fill, Tora?" The dragon asked, glancing back to Ketala. "Give him some true punishment."

"Really? You sure?" Tora asked, sounding apprehensive, but the way his tail wagged as he quickly stepped past Mr. Harana and towards the suspended cub made it clear he wasn't going to give the man the opportunity to change his mind. He moved around to the hyena's front and reached out his hands to cup them around the hyena's hips, which tensed up against the sensation, then relaxed when he recognised them to be a man's palms. He jolted, however, when Shiro whipped his back one final time, before tossing the tool to the floor, at least for the time being; depending on Ketala's behaviour, he might have to use it again.

Tora curled his hands down, pulling on the boy's legs in a way that forced them upwards so he could get access to the young, already-used hole between those legs, whilst at the same time the dragon moved in behind him, hands reaching out to take on most of the work of holding the boy up. Relief passed over Ketala's wrists as they lifted him, taking the weight off his arms, but that discomfort was replaced by another when Tora withdrew his hands and grabbed the base of his dick, angling it up and smearing the slightly sticky, but mostly dry cock to the cub's entrance. He rolled his member around and dribbled some of the leftover, slightly seeping cum onto his cock, before he pushed upwards and groaned, closing his eyes and delighting in the warmth of that hole. Shiro, sensing his penetration, loosened his grip on the cub's legs a little and allowed the boy to sink, letting gravity do most of the work.

Ketala grunted in a way that seemed approving, but it was impossible to understand what his feelings were on the matter as Tora slipped further inside, his hand slipping from the base of his cock up to the cub's leg, hosting him up a little so that the dragon can adjust his hands too. Shiro twists his head to the side, quietly and eagerly listening to the whimpering sounds of the hyena's moans, feeling the way his body tensed and squeezed. He relished those sounds, and he'd heard them many a time before, of course, but it was arousing that they were caused by something other than his own actions, by the hand sand cock or another. Tora tugged back and started to thrust slowly, quickly picking up speed with earnest as, with each hump, the 11-year-old's cage and the chains holding his arms up jingled. Tora picked up speed as he thrust until he reached what was best considered a relatively moderate rhythm, his fingers clenching firmly to the cub's legs whilst Shiro watched on, casting his gaze down and watching his own member twitch and bob up and down, eager to slip into that hole for himself...and of all the things, double penetration was not the most uncommon thing they had done.

Adjusting appropriately, the silver dragon slid a hand down, pressing his back to Ketala's chest as he grasped the length of his own cock, dragging his fingers up from the base of his turgid member up towards the cock to work what little wet fluids were left on his length, slickening it up crudely before he lined up his cock towards that currently stretched behind. Tora swung his head to the right and hovered his chin above the boy's shoulder as Shiro moved his head to the other side, not wanting to be met with an awkward muzzle-to-maw situation. He could tell Tora was having his fill and then some, from the way he panted and the way the noise sounds of his cock slamming back and forth echoed around the basement room. Then Shiro cleared his throat in a way to get Tora's attention, the wolf slowed his thrusts enough for the dragon to press his cock up to that hole, trying to enter it as the other male's length slid back, though it proved difficult, given how slippery those innards were. After a handful of moments, however, he eventually found purchase and pushed, and as Tora pulled back, the silver dragon's cock pushed up.

Ketala whined loudly between them and squirmed, forcing Tora to press his body up to the cub's own so that their combined strength sandwiched him between them, both constraining his wriggling young frame but also forcing the boy to come face to face with their adult chests. Shiro's fingers curled and gripped those thighs, his fingers inadvertently tracing the lines of several scars dotting his legs as Tora moved his hands further underneath, cupping the cub's ass directly to keep him nice and spread. As Shiro pushed up and shuddered at the warmth of those sloppy, used insides, Tora teased his member up and down a little, the underside of his cock brushing with Shiro's own as he threatened to slide his cock upwards in an attempt to penetrate as well, but there was tension, a fierce and tight gripping that had Ketala spasming and his breathing growing ragged and laboured as the man tried to push up. Shiro knew, however, that Ketala could take it; he had before, after all.

As if sensing the same thing, or perhaps he simply didn't care, Tora pushed upwards and groaned, gritting his teeth as his member nudged and slid until it eventually stuffed deeper, lining up along with the dragon's cock, able to easily press against his own thanks to the taut muscles keeping them firmly together. He didn't slip to the side nor bend awkwardly as a result, and the wolf huffed quietly as he felt the other male's cock throbbing against his own. The two shifted and moved, thrusting in rhythms that didn't quite match each other, but stimulated one another regardless...though ultimately, most of their pleasure came from the way Ketala whimpered and squeezed tightly, his body still adjusting to the thick girth of two cocks inside him.

The adult's panting breaths soon mingled with the 11-year-old's quiet, muffled huffs as they started to pick up speed, gyrating and pumping their hips upwards as they stood in place, their heads mere inches from each other, their heaving chests pressed to that young frame as their hands tightly gripped, squeezed, perhaps even dug in a little. For Ketala, it was an overwhelming amount of senses; the hammering of their heartbeats, the panting of their breaths, the stinging discomfort of being penetrated by two men at the same time combined with the aching pain of his freshly whipped back...it was all too much for the boy, who was already deprived of some of his senses thanks to the latex mask covering his head. He took in deep shallow breaths as each pumping thrust of their cocks rubbed against his prostate, sending dizzying sparks of pleasure up his spine that, in turn, caused his innards to flex and pleasure them both.

"Don't cum," Shiro urged amidst a moan, sensing that Ketala might, and the hyena whined his protest. "Not until I tell you to, pup."

"Ooh fuck..." Tora mumbled his approval of that warm, sloppy hole now that Shiro had broken the ice of speaking, and the two continued, lapsing back into their grunts of passion. Ketala had to clench every muscle in his body to stop himself from orgasming, his little cock uncomfortable pressing against that metal cage, forcing him to be unable to get fully and truly hard; if what happened pre-punishment was any indicator, however, it was that he didn't need to be that hard to cum. Shiro knew this and warned him appropriately...but he wasn't a monster, by any stretch. As he felt his own pleasure rising, he'd tell the boy to cum right as he did.

Their breathing became heavier, Tora's moreso than Shiro's, and whilst the wolf picked up speed, the dragon kept at the same space, adjusting his legs and spreading them out a little more as his balls swung with each rough thrust, delight spasming down his cock and across his loins with every other piston of the wolf's cock against his own, satisfying him in ways that just simple anal could not. His wolf associate started to let out little grunts and snarls amidst his moans, indicating he was close, and at the same time Mr. Harana felt his own pleasures spiking and cascading up his body, his loins growing tight as the desperation to keep thrusting overtook him. Of the two of them, however, it was Tora who finished first.

"Shit...!" Tora grunted, thrusting up and shuddering as he finally climaxed, pumping spurt after spurt into the boy's hole, splattering around Shiro's cock as he, too, thrust into his slave. The sounds of their group sex became all the more wetter as the dragon's pounding member spread that sticky cum around, causing his movements to become wetter and more audible. He knew he was going to cum, too, and he looked down at the boy, dipping his head to nuzzle the end of his maw against the top of the hyena's fluffy head.

"You can cum." He half-growled, half-groaned, and in an instant the hyena relaxed his body, before abruptly spasming and gasping, clenching his teeth beneath the latex mask as he let out a moan of young delight. His innards flexed against the climaxing and soon-to-be-finished cock, and Shiro plunged upwards, snugly fitting the entirety of his cock inside the 11-year-old as his throbbing member massaged that young prostate, causing the boy to tremble and huff, sucking in deep breaths through his nose. His small chest heaved, his caged dick twitching up and down before, finally, he climaxed as his master allowed him to; he trembled violently and clenched every muscle before completely relaxing into their combined grip, little dribbles of cum seeping from the hole at the end of his cage and trickling down onto his tiny nuts. Tora grunted his approval as the muscles squeezed periodically around his spent member, but for Shiro, it was just enough to send him over the edge.

Like Tora, he let out a long sigh and erupted inside that tight hole, shooting another thick and ample load up into Ketala's behind. Dizzying spurts of seed coating his and Tora's cock as readily seeped down, for the majority of the cub's innards were already covered and sticky with their combined loads. The gripping flesh of the boy's hole clung desperately to their cocks, eager for neither one to pull out...but it ultimately wasn't up to him. Though Shiro relished the idea of staying within the warmth of his slave, there was a lot more for the two of them to do than just this.

"Good boy..." Shiro praised him quietly, his fingertips rolling in pressure against the hyena's thighs before he slowly withdrew, letting go of him. Tora sagged and strained to hold the boy up, a little weak in his post-orgasmic bliss, but it was the hyena who was perhaps the weakest of them all; he shuddered and let out a long groan as Shiro slowly pulled out of him, his thick cock rubbing along that prostate as he went, and the slick sound of that cock withdrawing completely was accentuated by the little, faint drips of cum leaking straight from the boy's stretched hole. The dragon wordlessly reached up and with a simple movement, unhooked the chain of Ketala's handcuffs from the metal hook, allowing his arms to fall.

"Set him down," Shiro commanded, used to taking an authoritative role as he turned. "He can rest for 10 minutes, but his punishment is not yet over. You know the consequences all too well, don't you, Ketala?"

"M-Master, please..." Ketala muffled the word, whimpering as he sagged against Tora, who brought him to the leather table and laid him down against it, the boy's arms still cuffed together rather tightly. He grunted as Tora tugged out of him in the same fashion as Shiro did, and the 11-year-old naturally spread his legs to reveal his used behind and Tora couldn't help but have his gaze linger. After a few moments, he felt a hand clasp his shoulder, and he turned to see Shiro bearing two tools in his hand-- the first a thick wooden paddle, and the other a more narrow, precise riding crop. Tora didn't seem like the type to know how to use them, but Shiro wordlessly handed him the paddle.

"If you know," The dragon continued. "Then you know better than to disobey your master. Let's continue, shall we?"

Ketala let out another whine and wriggled on the table, yet Tora noticed his tail wagging fervently back and forth. A smile spread across the wolf's lips as Shiro took one of the boy's ankles and lifted them higher, exposing more of the cub's behind, making a gesture for Tora to begin.

This was just the start of Ketala's little summer vacation, of a sort, and if this wasn't already an exciting start for the three of them, there'd surely be more to come.