The Thick of Things Part 2

"Tyler, up."

The 12 year old husky blindly grasped for the edge of the padded volume with tightly cuffed hands that wedged his wrists together. Though he couldn't see, he knew his room intimately, which was devoid of any furniture but had many corners, lips and pockets that provided plenty of geometry to sit or lie down on. It was entirely padded so there was no chance of hurting himself despite his impairments.

He moved slowly, too slowly for the owner of the commanding, deep voice. He felt someone grab his cuffs and yoink him into their lap in one fell swoop. Weighing in at 90 lbs, he was easily forced into many uncomfortable situations. Even after years of sexual exploration, he still wasn't quite used to some of the contortions he was placed in.

Strong, scaly arms wrapped around his torso, crushing him. Unseen hands explored his fuzzy, flat chest, his exposed neck and his tiny balls. The hands enveloped large swaths of his naked body, constantly ready for use. They caressed him and slowly teased him. The sound of the dragon's deep, steady breathing was quite relaxing in addition to the soft music playing in the background. Tyler could almost hear the dragon's heartbeat as he lay there against the warm, smooth scales.

"We're going to try again today, pup. But first... let's get you worked up."

His owners began to speak more frequently in his presence the more he aged. Perhaps it was because he had long since accepted his role as an eternal pet, perhaps it was because he stopped showing signs of resistance or wanting to escape, or perhaps it was because he sometimes enjoyed the long, constant erotic sessions he was put through. Tyler had proven he was willing to endure whatever it was his owner's chose to put him through in return for extremely good care. The alternative was... unthinkable to him.

Tyler was quite used to servicing the same few men, but the dragon was a recent addition. Surprising Tyler, who had always seen the bull as the most stacked, his presence paled in comparison to the dragon's tanky body. The husky could barely wrap his legs around his hips, an experience that was continually forced upon him. The dragon had been trying to enter him for weeks now. Despite all of his training, stretching, coercion and incentives, the dragon's cock was too monstrously large in comparison to Tyler's skinny body.

The boy had instead taken to giving it ample attention with his muzzle whenever their stretching sessions ended in failure, feeling the adamant topology of ridges shoved against the walls of his cheeks, the sweet, salty, intoxicating cum that dribbled down his throat and his chin. Tyler had only been able to get the head into his mouth; after only 2 inches he couldn't stretch any further without serious damage, as the dragon's cock tapered to impossibly large diameters.

He could still taste the dragon's cum coating his throat having just given him a length blowjob a few minutes ago. It continued to envelop his senses as the dragon inserted a large finger into his mouth, working the edges of his throat. Still blindfolded, the act took the young husky by surprise and he let out a small gasp. He could feel the dragon gently pulsing the nerves at the back of his esophagus, causing strange waves of euphoria amidst the intrusion. He felt light headed as his breath was toyed with, controlled by the dragon.

Tyler expertly fought back the urge to gag into the finger, knowing that the reflex could cause more issues. He whimpered softly to let the dragon know he was pushing his boundaries, but instead of relenting, the dragon pushed it all the way, cutting off his air. The husky, still cuffed and unable to grasp properly at the hand in his mouth, endured the abuse, feeling his eyes roll into the back of his head.

The other hand felt around for Tyler's growing member, pressing and plying with its tip, leaking pre almost immediately from the discomfort. He had been mentally and physically trained to associate pain with pleasure, a fact he had learned to embrace. He tried to moan, but was muted deep in his diminishing lungs. After a few more moments, after the slightest instant of his vision fading, the dragon pulled his finger back slightly to give him air, which the boy took in gratefully.

"Good boy. Let's go again."

The teasing the dragon was giving him was unreal. He was extremely good at breathplay, somehow knowing exactly when the boy needed air. He knew the young husky's body even better than Tyler himself. The husky in the meantime let the dragon do his work, enjoying the constant stimulation pressing all over his rock hard cock. He felt his balls tighten up as he writhed in ecstasy, edged closer and closer to coming all over himself.

When the boy was a shivering, quivering mess, ready to explode, the dragon relented, easing his finger out of his mouth, inundated with drool, and let go of his tense preteen cock with his other hand. Tyler was incredibly aroused. Every touch, every facet of his body screamed with sensitivity. He painted heavily, leaning back against the dragon, who lifted off his blindfold.

The ambient lighting in his room told him it was approaching evening. Though Tyler's room was devoid of any furniture except for a few pillows, any spot in the room was comfortable to sit or lie on, and it was climate controlled. Tyler pondered if he had been fucked on every surface, including the walls.

After a few moments to calm down, he looked down and observed the dragon's supremely large cock. He could barely get his thighs around it and it was almost a quarter of his full height to boot. It glistened in the light, still slightly wet from the copious amounts of precum that crawled down its length.

The dragon wasted no time - with a firm hand he guided the boy's mouth back onto his length, simultaneously lifting his ass up towards the dragons awaiting maw. His legs were hoisted into the air around the dragon's head, who began to press his hot, wet tongue onto the husky's tailhole.

Tyler's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he clumsily gripped the dragon's cock in both hands and began to suck. He had no problem being held upside down like this as he ran his tongue around the head and into the dragon's tip, coating it in hot saliva.

He closed his eyes. The dragon had ventured a tongue into his awaiting ass, easily accepting the intrusion. The dragon was careful not to press too hard, as Tyler was already on the edge. It was far too early for him to cum. Tyler could feel it snaking inwards, could feel the tongue flexing and exploring. The dragon confirmed that his ass was immaculate - he and the other men took great care to heavily control his diet and cleaned him out regularly. The young husky was quite possibly the perfect fuck toy.

A small spurt of precum filled his mouth as the dragon ejected a small stream from his arousal. It was a little difficult to swallow upside down, but he flexed his strong throat muscles and accepted it, only a few drops dribbling out and pooling onto his bound hands. The dragon in turned flexed his cock, eliciting minor reactions from the husky to continue.

As time passed, the dragon changed up his strategy, taking a break from eating out the boy to playing with his tight, fresh hole with multiple fingers. He watched closely at the way Tyler's crack flexed and contracted at the slightest movement. He dipped a finger in, making sure to apply a slight amount of lube. Saliva wasn't quite effective, and he didn't want to chance any micro tears forming before he was stretched properly.

Tyler, despite his mouth straining from the dragon's arousal, was focused on relaxing his ass as much as possible, let the dragon in with the least amount of resistance. He felt himself quickly loosening up as the dragon let in 2, then 3 fingers. Each progressive size  was met with a groan of discomfort which the dragon was quick to silence with a sharp pelvic thrust. 

Though the dragon was nowhere close to being tired of holding up Tyler's entire body with his arms, the awkwardness of the position was making it hard to get more of his hand in. After some shuffling and giving up, he raised Tyler off his cock with one leg, the other dangling helplessly in the air. He licked the trail of precum that was trailing down Tyler's flat belly, before placing him onto the padded floor, head down and ass raised into the air.

"Hold still, boy."

Tyler patiently waited, and darkness soon enveloped him again. Instead of a blindfold, a leather pup hood was squeezed onto his head. The hood fit perfectly, having been custom made for him, and had the ability to mute his senses depending on the activity. The dragon clearly meant to be rough with him, as all of the features of the hood were implemented. A bitter, rubber gag was shoved in between his teeth, and his muzzle zipped shut. The flaps covering his eyes and nose were closed with some light snaps, and after another moment, he felt pads stuffed into his ears, further blocking him from the world. The boy could no longer hear, smell, see, or talk.

His heart rate increased from the drastic change. He waited for any stimulation in dripping anticipation yet still flinched when he felt the dragon roughly fondling his balls. More lube was lathered all around his base, the cold liquid coating every inch and soaking into his clean fur. He felt the dragon grab the base of his tail and fasten something to it, forcing it into a raised position. As he flexed his tail, his head pulled back slightly, confirming the connection.

The dragon was fingering him again. Tyler rested his head on the ground, letting the intruding digits explore  his tail hole. With literally nothing to focus on except for  the soft feel of the padded floor, his mind wandered between his thoughts and the occasional sting as another finger was forced in.

He huffed silently into his hood; it was hard to breath and he was starting to overheat. The dragon was up to 4 fingers now. He had managed to get his fist in the previous day, though Tyler was unsure quite how. Already he could feel the immense strain pressing out within him, causing him to whimper silently.

Both hands now. Fingers clawed and worked their way in, massaging and stretching his spinchter to wide contortions. The husky let out a pained groan that only he could hear, his toes curling and his core tightening. Adding variety to the mix, the dragon took the time to use his mouth, sticking his tongue in at random intervals. 

His body seized up when he felt a strong hand wrap around his cock. He fought and failed to fight the urge to thrust into the curled fingers, but all the dragon had to do was loosen his grip; he was reminded again that he was the dragon's pet. The young boy's pleasure was a privilege that had to be given.

After a few moments, the dragon began playing with the shaft again as he stuck his tongue in further, squeezing and stroking the husky's small knotted cock. He demonstrated his intimate knowledge of Tyler's boundaries by edging him constantly. The boy was forced into a never ending state of arousal.

His tail hole began to crown as the dragon started pushing one whole hand in, using the other to part his butt cheeks. Tyler raised his head and pushed back against it, trying to quicken the process. He bit down as he could feel himself accept and clamp down around his wrists, feeling the hand flex and wriggle within him. He could feel the hand exploring and nudging his innards, feeling it reach further and further.

The dragon pulled out after a minute, satisfied his quarry was sufficiently stretched out enough for the next step. Grabbing a towel, he wiped off the lube from his hand and picked up Tyler in one fell swoop, carrying him out of the padded room. The boy had never been allowed to leave his room without supervision, and he was always blindfolded in some way, so Tyler had no way knowing where they were going. It wasn't until he was eventually placed into a neoprene sling when he figured out they had moved to the "dungeon." 

Tyler obediently raised his arms and legs after his handcuffs were removed, letting the dragon manipulate him into position and cuff his limbs to the corners of the sling. For a moment, the dragon took some time to appreciate the naked boy, noticed how helpless and frail he looked. His fur was soft and perfect, well groomed, and his limber body had little traces of fat due to his diet. Tyler's asshole was flexing every so often, awaiting more stimulation. The dragon gripped the cub's torso in both hands, using his fingers to run along his spine and his thumbs to flex and knead his belly. He was incredibly attracted to the boy, half wondering what he was feeling and wishing he could experience it himself.

Tyler, still wearing his stifling pup hood, could only react to touches as they happened, unable to hear, see or smell anything. His senses except for touch, which were amplified tenfold. He was powerless to do anything at this point; he was at the absolute mercy of the dragon, and the muzzle prevented any verbal communication. All he could do was wiggle in response, which could be interpreted in many ways.

The dragon decided to press on, hoping Tyler hadn't tightened up again in the last few minutes. He dragged over a table and placed a large bottle of silicone lube within reach along with a towel. Although Tyler usually didn't need it, the dragon's tool was quite the exception. He slowly worked it onto his cock, using both hands and stroking it lightly. With all preparations completely, he batted against Tyler's thighs before aiming it lower.

The dragon thrust forward and entered.

Every movement felt like a truck was entering Tyler, splitting him apart. He was continuously surprised he wasn't breaking as more of the dragon forced its way in. The dragon was careful not to go too fast; he was afraid of permanently causing damage to the boy. As excited as he was, and for better quality enjoyment, he had to control himself for the moment.

The minutes dragged on in between as the dragon inched his cock deeper and deeper. Every so often, the dragon pulled out to apply more lube and to give Tyler a break. To help with overheating, he also unzipped the boy's muzzle and uncovered the ear holes; he definitely did not want the boy to have heatstroke.

"Almost there, pup."

Tyler was distraught. He had already reach his limit, feeling the cock shifting other parts of his body around to make room for the dragon. It felt longer, wider than his torso with the way it dug in, forcing its way into his core. Every movement was met with adamant resistance as his body tried to eject whatever abomination was bluntly  forcing its way through his guts.

After an eon, Tyler suddenly felt his ass meet the dragon's hips. He had finally done it, after weeks of failed attempts. All 15 inches of ridged dragon cock embedded deep into his 4 foot tall body. Every movement caused a cascade of shifting pain and arousal. He felt every bump and crevice completely fill him out, and his prostate, completely crushed, caused never ending waves of shivers and spasms up and down his body. He felt light headed, eyes drooped, fighting mentally against the urge to move. He felt tears stream passively from the corners of his eyes, invisible underneath the pup hood.

He lay for there for a few moments, trying to get adjusted and then... his cum started to flow. It didn't even feel like an orgasm. Having been teased for so long, he was surprised at how little force it ejected with. He came, completely without warning - compared with the cavalcade of sensations battering from all angles, it was just a side effect as it leaked in continuous stream from his tip.

"Good boy. Goooood boy." The dragon whispered. A hand stroked his cheek through his pup hood, his chest, caressing him softly. "I'm so proud of you." Tyler didn't have the energy to respond. He was doing his absolute best not to move an inch, as it constantly reminded him of the bestial cock engorged and inflated inside of him. He couldn't see or feel it with his hands, but he was sure it was visible through the tight folds of his abs, pulsing with activity.

"I'm not going to push it further yet. But we are going to be here a while so you can stretch out properly. Get comfortable, pup." The dragon chuckled softly, and turned up the speakers up. The music was only mildly distracting as Tyler continued to contend with the dragon's size.

A few minutes later, and the slow stream of cum flowing from his cock had pooled into his belly and onto the floor. His voice was slightly hoarse from the constant whimpering as he bit down on the gag. His arms and legs were starting to get a little sore from being handcuffed to the sling.

Tyler had lost count how many times he had come - it was so frequent and fleeting every time, but every bit as intense. The come up was always nearly instant and had no warning - one moment he was soft, flaccid and spent, the next he suddenly seized up and every fiber of his body screamed as he released another paltry stream into the ether. Even through his gag, he had no way to hold back the anguished sounds of being overmilked.

The dragon moved out, slowly. Tyler let out a sharp gasp in response, adjusting to the change in pressure. He felt his inner walls being dragged outwards, feeling the sharp pains deep within him softening and changing, the slick noise of lube ejecting from his body.

Slick, slick. The dragon was adding more lube, slathering a generous amount on his cock and around the boy's flexing ring. Tyler let out a breath and another groan when he felt it entering again and hilting with a painful jerk.

"Relax, puppy."

Tyler did his best to obey. He let himself lie on the sling's headrest, concentrating on pushing out. His body, on the other hand, was a fickle beast and kept flexing and convulsing on its own. He was trying to find the angle that was the least painful, the least intense, and the activity was enough to slightly distract him from the fact that the dragon was picking up speed.

When he first noticed, he tried to signal to the dragon that he was incredibly uncomfortable, but either he didn't seem to notice or was purposely ignoring him. A slight surge panic shot through him as he tried to shift his body to extremely odd angles to get him to slow down. Tears began forming in his eyes.

Suddenly, the tone completely shifted. The dragon, after weeks of preparing his pet for this moment, was ready to fuck him properly.

"Now, now, puppy..." The dragon chastised in a low, rumbly voice. He heard him fumble with some straps, and felt them wrap around him, securing him flat against the sling. He could no longer move, causing him to hyperventilate. He wanted out, he couldn't take this anymore. He whimpered as loud as he could through his gag, moving his head from side to side.

The dragon shook his head, instead using Tyler's immobilization to his advantage. He knew the husky's breaking points intimately and he knew would be able to handle even more. He thrust deep, hard with slow intention first, then quickly picked up speed.

The husky's hole was burning from the friction, cock punching him from the inside with a painful rhythm. He was still hyperventilating from the intensity of the situation. His head, being the only part of his body that wasn't completely strapped down, shook wildly in any direction after every thrust, hoping his owner would have some sympathy. The sling started to shake and vibrate from the punishment he was enduring. He fought hard against the dragon's cock, squeezing as hard as possible with what little strength he had left. He moaned and complained into his gag, falling on deaf ears. 

Though Tyler had been captive for years, he always had some semblance of control in the never ending sex he was put through every day. Every single day, his hole was filled and he had always been able to get off for his troubles.

This was different. Tyler had never felt more insignificant in his life. The dragon had broken him, and owned him. The husky's own orgasm had completely stopped mattering - the cock bouncing, twitching and spraying cum everywhere was but a mere side effect of being the dragon's fuck toy. Tyler's body was no longer his own to control.

Every action was involuntary. The whimpers and moan from his mouth. The jaw clenching as it bit extremely hard into the rubber ball gag. The spasming of his limbs as they struggled against the tight bindings of the sling. The futile squeezing of his asshole as it was obliterated by an uncaring god. As much as the husky attempted to go limp, all of his body interactions was being driven directly by the dragon, who commanded every muscle and bone.

The dragon's breath was steady and even. Time began to slip as Tyler was being power fucked to oblivion. He has been put in these same positions before, but the experiences did not compare to the present. His entire body felt like it was being pulled inside out every time the dragon retracted. He sobbed blindly underneath his hood.

He felt gravity shift as the dragon adjusted the sling for more motion, more depth, more control. He was at a steep incline now, basically falling onto the dragon and his ridiculous member. His moans turned into screams as his boundaries were pushed further and further. The boy  had been well trained to take more and more punishment. He clenched his core, geared to endure for as long as possible as he was ravaged to to new heights.

The screaming into his hood helped, no longer keeping any of it in. The dragon could even hear it through the gag, spurring him on. He knew the cub could handle this, knew his limits despite not being able to communicate. They had spent a long time breaking him in new ways, a constant and never-ending journey of sex. He had a small thought in the back of his mind of being able to swap places with Tyler for a moment, wanting to know how it felt, what he was thinking.

Meanwhile the cub's muscles were weakening, exhausted from the intense straining. Despite having orgasmed an infinite amount of times this session, it wasn't satisfying yet. He screamed and whimpered, hoping the next thrust would be the last, awaiting the sweet final moment when he would be filled. He still wasn't used to the feeling of his insides being rearranged, and his prostate never getting used to being crushed and abused by a massive cock.

He wasn't aware of how much time had passed, but the dragon's thrusts suddenly became erratic but even more forceful before finally leaving them firmly hilted. Tyler could feel every twitch while a gigantic pressure began building inside him. Cum was being forced into him, starting off as a pleasant flow then graduated to a tidal wave of seed. The sharp outline of the dragon's cock through his belly became soft and firm. Tyler's body longed to relieve the pressure, clenching down like a vice to force the large volume of cum deep embedded within. It was mildly successful as a few convulsions forced a little bit of cum out with each pulse, but it did little to quell the involuntary feeling of pressure. Tyler felt like his belly was literally going to explode.

He did explode; though in a considerably different manner. All that squirming, clenching and straining was directly affecting his own cock. Before, it lazily shot in different directions, but this time it was stoically pointing straight into the air, focused on one definitive action. There was a moment of finality when Tyler noticed he was on the precipice and squeezed everything tight before he climaxed, experiencing the strongest orgasm he had ever experienced, assisted by the ungodly intense pressure directly on his prostate. The dragon watched in mild jealously as the boy he had ravaged all day shot his final load high into the air, hitting the low ceiling in one long trail.

The dragon gave Tyler the privilege of riding out the rest of his orgasm in a relatively gentle manner, letting him enjoy the afterglow while still wrapped around his cock. He unclipped and pulled off the pup hood. The dungeon air was thick and ripe with sweat, musk, and body fluids, and he noticed his fur was covered in his own cum. The dragon patted his slightly squishy belly, played with his nipples, caressed his face, and squeezed his limbs, giving Tyler the chance to breath and relax before pulling out.

Cum began to immediately ooze out, the boy grateful for this respite. He let the dragon unclip his wrists from the sling, letting them drop limp to his sides. He let the dragon do all the work of unfastening his ankles and carrying him effortlessly to the connected bathroom. The dragon drew a bath while holding Tyler close and assuring him he was all right. When they entered the hot water they both just laid there, the boy lying flat against the dragon's chest, fast asleep, cum leaking out of him into the water.



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