I am going to tell you how I trained my dragon. Before the story starts, however, I need to tell you something. This is a very true story. By no means is this made up. If you ever think that it isn't, I will fart so hard that everyone who smells it will die.
So, I was walking down the street and I saw a big dragon. I used my awesome magical powers to capture it in my pant flaps. I then brought it into my attic, where I strapped it down inside of an electric chair. I told it that if it didn't obey me, that I can and will turn it up to ten thousand volts. He gave me an angry stare. I turned the knob, then flipped the switch. It cried out in a fit of pain. I then told him that if he didn't obey me then I would cut off his ear, and then the other if it's still a no. He gave me another angry stare. I got out the most rustiest, jagged knife I could find. I slowly inched my way through his skin, whimpering every time the knife moved. I asked him again. Still a no. I cut off the other ear in the same way.
After many hours of constant torture, it finally broke. He agreed to let me fly him. I flew him for 50 years after that. Then he died. He died as my slave that I forced to be my personal death machine. I overthrew governments with him. We took over Europe. And unlike him, I loved every minute of it.