The door swung open and the ebony dragon towered in the entryway. The silver horns jutting from the back of his skull made him appear even taller and more imposing than he already was. His thick, sinuous tail with its row of metallic spines lashed behind him. Scion gazed down predatorily at the fur before him. His alabaster eyes studied the canine. Pondit, the malamute who would become his pet, waited patiently on his doorstep with a bashful smile playing at the edges of his muzzle.

“Strip,” the scaled anthro commanded simply.

The dog looked back and forth down the row of houses on either side of him. It was broad daylight. While he saw no one, anybody could glance out their window at any moment and see him standing there.

“Out here? Right now?” He asked, blushing, taken aback by the order. The words had barely escaped his mouth before he winced as his mind flashed back to the last time he had disobeyed an order and the fate that it had earned him.

At one point during their previous encounter a month ago, after the canid had expressed enthusiastic interest in becoming Scion’s collared submissive, the drake had Pondit on his knees sucking his cock. Once he had finished pumping his load down the malamute’s throat, he told the dog that he was going to wash down the cum with his piss. Pondit was resistant, much to the wyrm’s dismay, but he eventually relented. Unfortunately, urine had scarcely splashed across his tongue when he sputtered and refused to drink anymore, ending the session. The dragon suggested afterward that the canine needed proper training to become his slave and offered him a second chance, provided Pondit willingly went through with a punishment for his misbehavior. Pondit agreed, wanting nothing more than to be the dragon’s subservient pet and had travelled to spend the weekend in his new Master’s dungeon to be broken. 

Scion had been strict with his discipline in the meantime, resulting in a tough few weeks for the dog.

“I said: Strip. You aren’t coming in until you give me your clothes. All of them. And you’re already going to be punished for hesitating.” The dragon arched a brow. His tone allowed for no negotiation. 

The canid took one final glimpse down each street while his face grew warm. He yanked off his shirt and shimmied his jeans down his legs and off over his footpaws. He anxiously stood in only his underwear for a moment, wondering if it would be more embarrassing to be caught completely naked by strangers or while wearing just the lacey, pink panties he had on. Scion smirked at the garment, pleased that his bitch followed through on his instructions to purchase feminine underwear for the trip. He would have gone through airport security while wearing the girlish article of clothing. The reptile was also pleased that he could clearly see the compact, rigid outline of something beneath the soft cotton, where Pondit’s sheath should be. With a deep breath the dog slipped his underwear off as well and presented his nude form to his owner. He stared down at where he was twisting a toe-claw against the concrete, one arm timidly crossed over his chest.

Pondit was a handsome canine. His pelt was primarily forest green, while his underbelly from muzzle to thighs and the tip of his tail were a snowy white. The two colors were separated by a thin streak of lime that matched the softer fluff of his inner ears and paw pads. He was shorter than his Master by a head, even including his erect ears. His fit build was just sinewy enough that the V-shaped curve of his groin was visible through his plush fur. In contrast to the pure white of his frontside, the malamute had a steel chastity cage encased around his sheath. It had been held steadfastly in place since their last meeting by a small, brass padlock- his punishment for disobedience. Scion kept the key with him at all times. With the two anthros living in separate cities, Pondit was trapped in his device their entire time apart. Being unable to get off in the previous four weeks had been torturous at times. Even thinking about finally taking it off caused his sheath to engorge and throb painfully in its unyielding confines.

The dragon gave a meaningful glance down to the pile of clothing. His pet stooped down to gather the bundle and offered it to his owner.

“Good girl.” Scion stepped aside to allow his sub entry.

They descended into the basement, where the drake had built his own private sex dungeon. A wide array of implements were displayed and ready for use. Shackles, paddles, gags, whips, flogs, dildos, and plenty more sinister looking devices littered tables and racks. The brick walls and unfinished, concrete floor gave the chamber an industrial aesthetic. At the center of the room was a cage large enough to hold a kneeling adult with space on all sides for someone to walk around and inspect their “property.”

“Over the next two days you are mine to be broken in. Any instances of disobedience will be punished with increasing severity.” The intimidating reptile slipped a claw beneath the collar of his shirt and fished out a slender chain. A tiny key dangled from the end, inches from the canid’s face. It was the only key to the lock on his submissive’s chastity device. “If I feel you are particularly good about following orders, then perhaps I'll use this at the end. If I sense too much reluctance when I give you a command, however,” he snarled, “I’ll rivet it shut.” 

In one corner there was a safe the size of a squat filing cabinet. Scion approached the lockbox and set the malamute’s clothing inside, along with the key. The heavy door swung shut and latched with a definitive click. The sound made the dog’s sheath pulse against the steel, knowing that he wouldn’t even have a chance to get off until the end of his trip. Pre beaded at the tip of the small tube encasing his member. Rather than a dial or keyhole, on the front of the safe was a keypad. The wyrm tapped several keys with his gloved talon, eliciting a series of beeps. When he at last stood and stepped away, there was a timer that would count down by the second from forty-eight hours. 

“Even I can’t get to it now,” he announced nonchalantly, as if it didn’t matter to him if he ever held the key again.

The dragon retrieved a large bottle of water and offered it to his plaything.

“You’re going to be locked up for a while, princess, so if you’re thirsty at all, I suggest drinking this all now. Who knows when I’ll give you more?”

Pondit gulped, wondering just what he agreed to, but accepted the bottle and downed it quickly. When he was finished the drake took the container from him, crushed it in his claws and tossed it away. Scion then began the task of fully binding the canine.

The reptile took each of his slave’s paws and slipped thick, vinyl mitts over his fists. They cinched tight at the wrists and prevented him from moving his fingers at all. He then attached a simple cuff to each ankle. All four bindings had a metal ring that could be used for fastening to other equipment. A substantial collar was buckled around his neck. It was bulkier than any he had worn before and restricted how much he could move his head. A cuff-like strap attached midway up his fluffy tail. A short length of chain trailed from it which was promptly lifted and clipped to a ring on the back of his collar. This tugged his tail taut and revealed his tight pucker, as well as the back of his hefty sac and the telltale glint of steel where a metal ring around his scrotum held his chastity cage was held in place.

It was uncomfortable, feeling the cold caress of the air against his hole due to his tail being pulled, but not quite painful. Scion forced open his maw and stuffed a ball gag into it, then secured it behind his head. Pondit’s teeth sunk into the crimson, silicone sphere, and his saliva dripped around it. It made his jaw sore, but was not so large that it prevented him from vocalizing, although his speech would be decisively muffled.

The canid uttered a needy whine, following his owner with his eyes as the black anthro worked.

“Almost finished, pup.”

The wyrm picked up a turquoise dildo the size and shape of an average dog or wolf’s cock from his collection. There was a hose on the base connected to a squeeze-pump. Scion smirked as he held it close to his willing slave’s face and squished the pump in his fist. They watched together as the toy throbbed and swelled with an erotic flex. He pumped it again, and it inflated further. He repeated this until it had ballooned so much that it looked like it was barely takable by even a well-practiced fur. The malamute whimpered, knowing that it was going inside of him soon. Scion allowed it to slowly deflate and set it aside.

“Crawl into the cage,” the wingless dragon bid him, motioning to the kennel. It was a cramped, flat-bottomed crate made of vertical chrome bars, slightly taller than waist high on the lizard.

Pondit did as commanded and dropped to his paws and knees before shuffling inside, leaving his rump exposed to the entrance door. His Master reached in behind him and used a carabiner clip to join the rings on his mitts not only together behind his back, but also to attach them to the top of the kennel. The drake then clipped each ankle cuff to opposite sides of the cage, splaying his legs and further trapping inside. The canine was left immobile, kneeling and bent at the waist, with his nose inches from the bars.

Scion slathered the inflatable toy with lube from a nearby bottle, careful to grease its every curve. He angled the dildo between his slut’s cleft and pressed its spongy tip against the malamute’s presented hole. Having not yet expanded it, he was able to wriggle the dildo inside with marginal effort. Pondit gasped through his gag as his pucker steadily engulfed inch after inch. Once it had fully glided in, its manageable knot popping into place within him, his trainer pumped it a few times. Scion did not make it swell to the enormous proportions that it could reach, but it grew uncomfortably large with the little preparation the dog had. Just when Pondit was whining from its ever increasing girth, the dragon gave one final squeeze for good measure, making him wince. It pressed firmly against his prostate, causing his imprisoned sheath quiver. 

The wyrm wandered to the side of the cage facing his prone, defenseless captive. 

“Just a bit more should do it.”

The smokey-scaled anthro reached into the kennel with a blindfold and affixed it around the canid's face, completely obscuring his vision. Pondit then felt the weight of headphones being positioned around his ears. They buzzed to life and a droning, ambient hum invaded his thoughts. The melodious chimes were interspersed with a soft, whispering voice. The green canine couldn’t quite make out the words at first, but the meaning in them pervaded his consciousness: Relax. Submit. Obey. As he concentrated further, he could decipher the murmering.

Weeks prior, Scion had instructed his submissive to record audio snippets of him encouraging himself to be a good girl and a slave for his handler’s sexual desires...and to never want or expect to cum again. He could just make out his own voice in the recording with all of the sound layered over and mixed into it.

He was left like that for a while. It could have been a few minutes or a few hours. Blinded and deafened to the outside world, and with the strain on his body, time lost all meaning to the malamute. He didn’t even know if his owner was still in the dungeon, observing him, or if he had been abandoned to his training for the time being. He grew weak and thirsty. His hole began to ache. The hypnotic pattern chipped away at his subconscious mind. Finally, the headphones were removed from his ears and he heard the dragon’s authoritative tone.

“Need a drink, bitch?”

The canid responded affirmatively, though his voice was garbled by the gag. Scion unbound the rubber ball from his pet’s muzzle, who immediately worked his sore jaw.

“You can have my piss. Straight from the tap. How does that sound?” The drake hissed.

Pondit was unsure if it was the thirst, the hypnosis, or merely the atmosphere, but after a brief pause considering it he felt he was finally ready. He gave a fretful nod.

“Too slow!” The dragon reprimanded. “A well behaved puppy should be eager to swallow my piss. You’ll have to be punished for not answering immediately.” 

Still unable to see, the dog heard Scion stride behind him, his toe-claws click-clacking menacingly against the floor with each step. After a short silence, something whistled through the air before smacking harshly against the dragon’s glove with a sharp whap! Pondit had seen many crops and paddles and flogs lining the wall when he had first entered, each a different shape or material. He wondered with trepidation which implement had been chosen for his discipline while being keenly aware that his hindquarters were still fully exposed to the entrance of the cage.

“Count them. If you miss one, I start over,” Scion promised.

His weapon sailed through the air again and a sharp pain blossomed on the malamute’s backside. He yelped at the sudden pain and felt his eyes begin to mist. The object was wide and flat- a paddle- made of a supple material that stung as it connected.

“O-one,” he whimpered.

Another blow landed shortly, making him gasp again.

“Two.” His voice shook. He braced himself for a third strike. It came, but it didn’t land across the firm globes of his ass like the others, with the toy still lodged in his cleft. The paddle instead struck the back of his presented sac. He yowled in pain as the immediate searing heat of the attack gave way to a dull ache in balls that wrenched all of the way up into his gut. Pondit’s body quaked. If not for being clipped to the cage he wouldn’t have remained up on his knees. He heard his jailor tsk. 

“You should try some breathing exercises so you don’t stop counting. Now I have to begin again,” the drake taunted.

Pondit endured the renewed assault. This time he didn’t fail to count every strike as it landed, even though the smarting pain that was intermittently inflicted on his ass and balls was sure to leave bruises. He was shaking and his breathing was ragged when Scion was finished, having counted all of the way up to twenty. No less than seven strikes were directed at his sac, while the rest found his ass. The dominant anthro sauntered back in front of him and tore away his blindfold, and the dog could see that his owner had stripped naked. He was a powerfully built dragon. The contours of his sinewy form were clearly outlined by the light glinting off of his onyx scales. His meaty length hung slightly plump from abusing his prisoner, and was the same teal shade as the markings on the scales across his neck and back. It’s white, mushroom-shaped tip was mere inches from the canid’s muzzle.

“So, slut...need something to drink?”

Not wanting to undergo the pain of being paddled and having his nuts struck again, the malamute made the snap decision to immediately do what was expected of him, and beg to guzzle down his urine.

“Yes, Sir. Please let me drink your piss.”

“Much better.” Scion lovingly scritched his pet’s jaw. “Open.”

The malamute parted his lips and his Master slipped himself inside. The weight of the top few inches of his cock rested heavily on the canine’s tongue. 

“Don’t spill a drop,” the dragon warned, pausing between each word for emphasis.

His stream began as a trickle; an acrid splash of pee across Pondit’s tongue. The salty taste was as foul as he had remembered from his previous attempt, but he swallowed it anyway. It quickly became a more steady flow. Then a powerful torrent. The canid did as best he could to quaff it quickly enough. His stomach began to feel full from the bladderful of reptile urine. His snout wrinkled at the taste, but he found himself aroused by the complete subjugation of the act. A strand of pre dripped from his cage and dribbled to the floor as his sheath fought futilely to grow. Eventually the flow weakened, then ceased entirely. The green anthro licked the last vestiges of pee away from the dragon’s tip as it was pulled from his mouth. A few drops of piss clung to his lips and threatened to roll down his chin. He quickly whisked them away with his tongue to not fail in his task.

“Thank me,” the wyrm prompted with an arched brow.

“Thank you for letting me drink your piss, Master.”

Pondit watched as the dragon walked over to one of the tables and retrieved two items. One was a small remote control with just a couple of buttons on it. The other was a sizable, aquamarine dildo that tapered from a pointed textured crown to a knot nearly as large as the knob at the base of his trainer’s shaft. It was certainly even larger than the plug that was inflated inside of the dog at that moment, putting pressure on the sweet spot within him.

“In a moment, I’m going to remove the toy that’s been stretching you open and I’m going to put the tip of this into your tailhole.” He gestured with the silicone phallus. “Then I’m going to slacken your restraints just enough that you’ll be able to sit back onto it and ride it. I want it going all of the way in and all of the way out, knot and all, every time you force yourself onto it. If the knot doesn’t pop in and out each time, you’ll be punished. If you go too slow, you’ll be punished. Obviously I can’t take the toy out and paddle you or bust your balls each time I’m disappointed in your performance. That’s what this is for.” Scion held up the remote control and pressed one of the buttons. 

There was an unexpected surge of pain at Pondit’s throat as electricity coursed into him. His body tensed and he grimaced against the pain. It lasted hardly a second or two, but the grip of the sudden sparks made it feel like it lasted much longer.

The dragon smirked as the shock collar worked its magic. When it subsided he did as he explained and positioned the dildo and his pet. The canine gasped as the fat plug was removed from his aperture, and had only a short reprieve until the tip of the new toy was oiled up and slipped under and into him. In that brief window he felt strangely empty after having been stuffed for so long. Pondit’s ring squeezed reflexively around the newest penetration when his haunches were guided onto it by his owner.

 “Now hurry. I want that hole gaping and ready to take me, because when I take my turn in you, I won’t be gentle.” Scion replaced the blindfold and headphones. He turned the reprogramining track back on, desiring that his sub be trained as his sissy slut as often as possible over their weekend together. He chose to not reattach the ball gag since he wanted to hear every vocalization, every moan, as he thrust himself onto the massive dildo.

Pondit wriggled his hips down onto the toy. He grunted and winced with effort when he felt it steadily pry him open wider. His balls ached with the residual pain from their earlier beating and the need to cum after having been stimulated for so long. He felt himself spurt pre from his locked length as the nine inches of dildo pressed increasingly deeper into him. Finally he was at the small-fist sized lump at its base.

Taking such a knot would normally take him a lot of easing in, but he wasn’t given the convenience of time. He tried forcing his hole onto the dildo and gasped at the tension he felt when his entrance widened but failed to engulf the bulb. He paused in an effort to make his muscles, aching from the stress of so long in bondage, stop shaking. The malamute was immediately rewarded with a painful zap from the shock collar, “encouraging” him to press on. Once the jolt had passed, he tried again with renewed vigor. The knot finally burst past his ring and locked into him. He involuntarily ceased moving with a shiver with delight as the entirety of the shaft was buried within him. This second halt in the action also earned him a shock, spoiling his pleasure and reminding him that he existed for Scion’s pleasure. He was eager to be his Master’s well-behaved sissy and immediately resumed his task.

Pulling back off of the toy was just as much of an ordeal.

The canid’s entrance still hadn’t stretched to easily accommodate the thickest part of the dildo. To let the knot pass, the chaste dog had to expend a lot of effort to lift his tailhole from the base and force the silicone back out of him. His ring protested, flexed, and spasmed, but eventually gave in and slid back up the slick shaft to where it narrowed to a near point. No sooner had he reached its apex when he started to slam himself back onto it, huffing as he abused his own entrance for the drake’s amusement. He picked up speed, and with great difficulty maintained a smooth and steady rhythm. Each deviation from the piston action of his hips knot-fucking himself was punished quickly with the casual press of a button, sending forks of electricity into his neck and coursing along his muscles. He felt himself grow weak and sore as he lost track of time.

Finally, when he had pressed the knot into his loosened entrance countless times while hypnotic suggestions chipped away at his subconscious, Scion pressed his talons on his charge’s shoulders and held him in place in an uncomfortable position, seated on his haunches. He lifted an earphone.

“Stay like this until I return,” the dragon instructed.

The canid was grateful for the chance to rest, even if it was with an uncomfortably large sex toy hilted within him. The hypnosis continued and he was left to drift into its ambiance as the audio reinforced his yearning to be his Master’s good little girl. He longed to cum after being given the treatment he had craved for ages, and grew even more aroused when he knew that it would be impossible until the timer on the safe expired. As he awaited the drake’s return, he felt a growing urge to relieve himself. He had drunk both a large bottle of water and a bladderful of dragon piss, and the pressure the toy exerted on his bladder wasn’t helping matters. Pondit did his best to focus on the sensation of being full, on the sound of the hypnosis, but his need increased to the point where he was almost shaking with it.

He just barely heard Scion approach over the sound from his headphones. The dragon had a slender, athletic build, but his tail added enough bulk and weight that his claws landed heavily with each step.

“How is my urinal doing?” The scaled anthro inquired, removing the headphones and blindfold.

“I need to pee, Sir,” the malamute replied.

“But I don’t feel like letting you out yet.”

“Please, Master. I can barely hold it,’ he begged. It was only through sheer force of will that he didn’t allow his paw to patter up and down on the bottom of the cage with the impulse.

The dragon considered this with a sly smile.

“I have just the solution.”

He walked over to a counter and retrieved a wide, steel bowl and positioned it in front of his captive’s caged sheath.

“Piss,” he ordered.

‘Into the bowl?’ Pondit swallowed nervously. He instantly understood what that meant. Not only had he downed the dragon’s urine, but he was going to be made to lap up his own as well. He scarcely considered protesting, knowing what sort of punishments the drake was putting him through if he did. The dog felt his sheath plump at the thought of how well the obedience training is taking hold. Even with the pain and discomfort, he was getting aroused at doing humiliating and debasing things at his owner’s whim.

His body quaked, unused to peeing in that position, but eventually he managed. His spray of urine sloshed into the bowl (and some over the rim as it flowed in) as a pungent, pale yellow deluge. When he had finished and droplets were all that were left dribbling from his cage and down over his sac and thighs, staining the white fur there, Scion nudged the bowl before his muzzle with a foot.

“I’m going to bed-” ‘Is it that late already?’ The malamute wondered idly- “I want that bowl spotless by the time I get down here in the morning. You can ration it through the night, if you want, but I’d drink it now, pet. It’ll taste a lot worse if you let it get cold.”

The sable-scaled dragon replaced his headphones and positioned his bindings so that the dildo was stuck inside of him for the rest of the evening, then left the chamber. From his hunched over position, he couldn’t move much, but was able to turn his head and see the safe. The timer had yet to start counting down. ‘Of course!’ He thought ‘The weekend doesn’t start until tomorrow morning.’ He whimpered, pondering what more his jailor had in store for him over the next couple of days and hoping he was up to the task of pleasing him. 

As the drone of the hypnosis track wormed into his psyche, Pondit lowered his muzzle to the bowl and stuck out his tongue.