When Spyro came to, it was dark. There was a faint glow around the corner of his eyes, and he was keenly aware of some purple-ish spots. Mostly though, all he could see was black. Embarrassingly, it took standing up and feeling the tug of braces around his ankles to realize that this was because he was wearing a blindfold. 
       
        “Aww, crud.” Spyro gave the braces a pull, and the chains around them didn’t even jingle. His foot stopped barely an inch from the ground. He groaned and tried to think of how he’d wound up in this situation. He remembered climbing the castle steps and confronting Ripto. There wasn’t much after that though. 
       
       “Ah, dragon!” Ripto’s snarling voice came from nearby, and immediately Spyro felt a headache coming on. He tried to follow where it came from but just ended up ineffectually darting his head back and forth. “You’re finally awake. I was wondering how long you’d keep me waiting.”
       
       “That you, Shorty?” Spyro smirked and readied himself for some kind of killer one liner about chains. Before he could think of a good one though, a wallop to the top of his head knocked him flat to the floor. 
       
       While the dragon’s senses were still spinning, he felt a follow-up prod when something cold poked him under the chin and lifted his head. “Quiet, dragon! Don’t make me gag you too.” 
       
       Spyro took the chance afforded to him and sent out a spout of flame in response to Ripto’s comment. Unfortunately, the only result was the scepter holding his head getting roughly jerked away, sending his chin down to smack right into the ground and sounding out a painful crack from the stone below. 
       
       “Hmph, alright, dragon, if you can’t be civil.” Ripto gave Spyro another conk on the head, and Spyro felt his mouth fill with something hard and tasteless. A second later the blindfold vanished, and the dragon’s vision filled with a rush of light. Ripto was smiling smugly down on him with his cape wrapped around him in a way that was surely meant to be menacing.  “There. Now you’ll behave.” His scepter began to glow, and Spyro was pulled back up to his feet, just enough to be nose to nose with the dinosaur. “Right, dragon?”
       
       Spyro tried to throw another insult back at him, but he couldn’t manage to move his mouth around the gag. All he managed in trying was to mumble something that sounded vaguely rude. Frustrated by the restriction, he glared at Ripto and bit hard on the gag. It was weirdly round and painfully stiff, so all that he managed to accomplish in biting it was to coat some of the ball in saliva. 
       
       Ripto looked very satisfied by this worthless bit of struggle and opted to soundly dismiss it. “That’s good. You know, dragon, I thought about just killing you. Knowing you could be such a good servant though…” The dinosaur bared his fangs and took a step back, flamboyantly waving an arm and throwing back his cape as he did. Beneath it wasn’t his usual suit, but a bare, orange body he was all too eager to show off.  And, between his legs, was an already hard and dripping shaft that drew Spyro’s widening eyes right to it. “I might be convinced to change my mind.”
       
       After staring for an uncomfortably long moment, Spyro closed his eyes and tried to turn away, but his head remained as locked in place as the rest of his body. He became abruptly aware of how hot he was and cracked open an eye, intentionally avoiding Ripto as he did. They were in the arena they’d been fighting in before, surrounded by lava. Scanning around, the only new discovery was a rather large throne in the center that Ripto was now leaning against.
       
       Spyro shut his eye again when it wandered back to the dinosaur that had splayed himself out against the throne. Now he could explain away the heat, sure, but there were a few distinct thoughts he couldn’t explain away. Not about Ripto exactly, but that dick was a bit too distracting. Being a young, virile guy, Spyro had thought about sex more than a few times, maybe. Being confronted with it now of all times was just too much to process though. 
       
       Just as the thing between Ripto’s legs began to intrude into Spyro’s thoughts uninvited, the dragon’s eyes were startled open when a set of claws dug into his chin. “You should know I don’t like to be ignored, dragon!” He snarled, and his claws dug a bit deeper as he said the word. Then, he kept digging for a second more. After that second though, the dinosaur’s grip loosened, and his voice softened to quiet growl. “I’ll forgive the impudence one more time, but never again. Understand?!”
       
       Ripto’s persuasive grip forced Spyro to nod along, and, satisfied, he moved his claws down to the dragon’s throat. Spyro shivered as the claws scraped over his scales. For just a second, he forgot where he was and relaxed as the claws moved around his neck and up to his horns. Before he could stop himself, he was purring. 
       
       Spyro swallowed that purr as quickly as he could, but the damage was done. Ripto cackled and ran his claws around the dragon’s horns again. Spyro flinched away, jerking his head down. Then he froze when it dawned on him that he wasn’t being held with magic any longer. When he felt Ripto’s hand around his horn a moment later, he shivered.
       
       “Ha! This is almost too easy, dragon!” Ripto gave the horn an almost effortless tug, and Spyro went right along with it. He closed his eyes, but he knew exactly where the villain was leading him. Even knowing didn’t stifle the surprise when he felt the stiff flesh pressed against his snout, though. The smell was a mix of sulfur and sweat. Ripto dragged Spyro’s face across the dick and that scent lingered with an uncomfortable wetness everywhere it touched. Spyro could get just the faintest taste on his lips around the ball gag. 
       
       The dragon growled around his gag as he eyes inched open for a peek. Shorty actually looked pretty big up close. Spyro sniffed at it and shivered. His tongue darted against the gag, and another shiver went down his entire body. Reflexively, his tail lifted and wagged to give his own quickly stiffening cock some room to breathe. 
       
       Spyro bit hard into the gag again when he realized how compliant he was being. He tugged at his chains as well, but that was partly reflex. His dick was aching like crazy and he wanted to just grab it and go already. At this point he didn’t really care f he was jerking off in front of an arch-villain. “So eager, aren’t you, dragon?” Ripto snickered as he scraped casually across Spyro’s scales, digging a bit deeper with each motion. “With the way that tail’s raised I might think you’ve done this before.” 
       
       While Ripto took a good look the dragon’s rear and continued to pet him, Spyro responded by trying to drop his tail. He couldn’t stop it twitching though. In fact, it was getting worse as Ripto got rougher with his claws. At one point he hit a spot that made Spyro wince and kick his leg involuntarily against the bindings. When Ripto noticed the twitch, he also caught the shadow of something much more interesting.
       
       “Ahaha! I knew it!” Abruptly Ripto pulled himself away. Spyro nearly collapsed forward when he did too. Only the chains kept him from doing so. His entire face went red when he realized how much he’d been leaning in. Ripto acknowledged that blush with a smirk but didn’t linger on it. Instead, he walked towards Spyro’s backside. The dragon followed him intently until he stopped near Spyro’s thigh. “I must admit, dragon. It’s admirable! Marks you as good stock!” Ripto tossed his cape and turned back to his pet. With one eye on Spyro’s face, he reached out for the cock.
       
       Spyro could feel himself tearing up as he watched. As the claws drew closer, he felt a disturbing mix of hope and fear that was only making him more aroused. He tried to lift his leg against the chain to allow better access. All he succeeded at was straining his ankle though.
       
       Then, an inch from the dragon’s dick, Ripto just stopped. “It’s almost a shame you won’t get to use it.” Casually he pulled away and rolled his eyes. Spyro never wanted to flame the jerk more than in that second, but all he managed to do was heat up the ball gag and whimper through some tears. “No, no, I think you’ll make for a much better mount.” Ripto twiddled his claws for a moment as Spyro blinked the tears away, just in time to catch the wizard licking his cracked lips. 
       
       He was almost casual about it when he set his palm against Spyro’s tail and lifted it. Spyro couldn’t react any other way than to panic. His body went stiff and he turned away from the sight. Neither action gave Ripto a second’s pause though. A moment later he felt one of those huge claws scrape against his taint, stopping to just barely prod at his asshole. 
       
       “Mmmm… Much nicer than I expected from a dragon.” Ripto dug his claw in and Spyro whimpered. He was slow but merciless as he pushed it deeper into his new plaything. Spyro did nothing to resist, in fact he tried to let it in as much as he could. It hurt with every moment it was inside, but the pain was overpowered by the aching of Spyro’s arousal. When it stopped moving, he ended up pushing back against it despite the pain, his throbbing cock begging for just one more inch. “And so cooperative too! Such a needy toy!” 
       
       Spyro let loose a muffled scream when Ripto pulled the claw back out without a second’s pause. His eyes started to tear up again. He blamed it on the pain, not just the new pain in his ass but the one still coursing through his needy dick. He started to pull at his chains again but stopped when he felt both of Ripto’s hands wrap around his thighs. 
       
       Ripto’s dick ran down Spyro’s tail first, then smacked into a cheek for just a second. Spyro tried to convince himself that it wasn’t actually all that big, but when it slid between his cheeks he froze up. His eyes were locked dead ahead now, and he refused to look back as the dinosaur rubbed that stiff shaft around his hole. He started to sweat when he noticed the little details of how it felt: a little rib around the head, the wrinkles around the shaft.
       
       “You’re twitching, dragon.” Ripto laughed and ran his claws around Spyro’s hips. He then grabbed on and forced the dragon to sway, rubbing his dick up and down across his mount’s entrance. Spyro bit into his gag and tried to stop himself, but his asshole twitched every time the tip rubbed past it. When Ripto finally stopped forcing him wiggle and just rested that tip against him, Spyro’s asshole wouldn’t stop tightening. “I’ll give you a second to get ready… One-“
       
       Spyro took a breath on the count and swallowed it painfully as Ripto abruptly penetrated him. His nostrils flared, and his vision went blurry as he clawed at the ground and tried to regain control of his hips. Ripto was vicious, though, and gripped Spyro tighter at every sign of struggle, eventually digging his claws painfully into Spyro as he thrusted powerfully at the dragon’s ass. Spyro tried to focus on the pain, but each powerful thrust ended up being much more than painful. He wanted to scream, but he was quickly getting delirious from breathing around the gag. His panting made him sound like a dog. 
       
         The dragon’s cock started to twitch. He struggled to relax against the onslaught of thrusting, but each pull and push made him stiffen. Then, suddenly, Ripto stopped, and the relaxation took hold with a painful shake down Spyro’s spine. His asshole pulsed around the dinosaur’s cock and his dick spasmed with it. He didn’t quite realize where all the pain had gone though, until he felt another tingle down his back. Ripto was running a claw along his spines. 
       
       After a long sigh, Spyro felt the shaft inside him pulse. He tried not to think about what that probably meant, but when he began to feel something wet dripping down his balls a moment later it became undeniable. His cock went rigid against his stomach a second later and he whimpered. He hated to admit it, but he was getting close. 
       
       “Good job, dragon. You might just make for a decent steed yet.” Spyro grimaced when he felt Ripto’s hand wrap around his neck. The wizard laughed menacingly as he dragged a single claw up Spyro’s chin and rested it on the ball gag. “Perhaps you’ve earned yourself a reward.” 
       
       Spyro pulled on his chains and tried to growl. With Ripto’s claws caressing his throat though, it came out as more of a pleading sort of purr. At least that’s the explanation he preferred. When the gag vanished from his mouth a second later and the noise continued, that excuse admittedly sounded a bit less convincing.  He tried to think of something sarcastic to overcome the sound with, nothing seemed right.
       
       Then, when the claws raking across his scales slid down Spyro’s side and wrapped around his belly, what few zingers he had thought of vanished immediately. “Your master’s considering being very generous, dragon! What do we say?”
       
       Spyro couldn’t bring himself to speak above a whisper. “…please.”
       
       Ripto wrapped his talon around Spyro’s cock and laughed. “Close enough, dragon.” He was as gentle with his Spyro’s cock as he’d been with his ass, but just to have it touched, even with a vice grip, was nearly enough to send the dragon over the edge. The way he tugged was almost painful, but the intense relief that followed was too glorious to complain. 
       
       After a moment of whiting out, Spyro came to, purring over his release. Ripto loosened his grip as the dragon came, and Spryo’s orgasm continued as he started to drift to the floor. He even briefly forgot about the manacles until they impeded his ability to stretch his legs. 
       
       The wizard made a point of walking dramatically around in front of him a second later, cum noticeably dripping from the claw he didn’t wrap around his scepter. He smiled at his servant for a second, but then with a flare of his cape he began to walk away.
       
       “Just once, Shorty? That’s not all you’ve got is it?” Considering how worn out he was when he said it, Spyro genuinely wasn’t sure what he was thinking when he spoke. It was almost reflex. 
       
       It did get Ripto to pay attention again though, turning back with what looked like a smile for the moment Spyro saw it. Then, with a stamp of his scepter, the wizard summoned up the blindfold and gag again, shutting his new pet up very decisively. “We’ll have to work more on your begging, dragon. I have other slaves to attend to for now.” For just a moment Spyro felt a familiar fire at the mention of other servants, but it died after he felt the familiar claws around his throat. “You’ll just have to be patient.”
       
       The claws pulled away and Ripto left without another word. Spyro couldn’t find the energy to struggle after that. He decided that biding his time would probably serve him better. There’d be other sessions for sure that he could take advantage of. By his count, he expected at least a couple.