Ooft, it's been ages since I updated this story. But I never forgot about it! To make up for the wait, have some Hiccup/Toothless action. *throws chapter into the void*

Hiccup's mind is floating on an endless ocean of bliss, all pain, humiliation, and anger drowning in the pleasure that keeps flooding his body.

Draga watches him with a cruel smile. She keeps fucking into him and every few seconds another orgasm shakes through him. It feels so good, the endless need from the Terror cum finally being sated.

He loses all sense of time, again, but after what feels like an entire lifetime, something changes. He is covered in his own cum, more than he's ever thought possible, and even though he hasn't thought it possible, he eventually has enough.

"Stop," he moans, head twisting in exhaustion and pain. "I-I need a break."

Draga laughs. "Oh, is that so?"

Desperately, Hiccup nods. His body is entirely numb, the only feeling left comes from his cock. And even though the need is still raging somewhere deep inside him, he can't stand more stimulation right now. Instead of feeling good, it starts to hurt.

But Draga is relentless. She keeps going, ramming into that spot inside him, his prostate, without mercy. The pain that leaks into his pleasure gets worse until he's writhing and screaming in desperation.

"Stop! Oh, Gods, please stop! It- It's too much! I can't take it. No more, please. PLEASE STOP!"

And to Hiccup's honest surprise, Draga listens. From one moment to the other, her thrusts come to a halt, and then she pulled out of him without warning. The sensation is jarring, makes Hiccup shout in surprise and discomfort. He should be glad that she's not inside I'm anymore, but instead, he feels weirdly empty and cold.

What is happening to me?

"So, you don't want to cum anymore?" Draga's voice is distant, muffled to his ringing ears, but still clear enough.

Sobbing, Hiccup nods.

"Very well," Draga chuckles menacingly.

She leaves his side, but only long enough to get rid of her strap-on and to grab some other things. When she comes back, she pushes something else into his ass, but thankfully it isn't as long as the dildo. "It's just a butt plug to keep you open and loose," she explains matter-of-factly. "We don't want you to tear later, do we?"

Next, she grabs his still hard and over-sensitive cock. Hiccup yells, begging her to leave him be, but she doesn't listen.

"I'm only doing what you asked for, dragon boy. If you don't want another orgasm, I can help with that."

In horror, Hiccup stares at the string of beads in her hand, surely at least one and a half feet long, if not longer. He refuses to acknowledge what she's going to do with them, only reacts again when she pulls the slit at the tip of his cock apart.

"No, no, no, no, no!" he exclaims desperately. "You can't put them in there. You can't!"

Draga snorts. "Watch me."

One bead after the other, she pushes into his cock, ignoring his writhing and screaming. Thor, it hurts so much! Deeper and deeper they go inside. Hiccup sobs at the pain but can't stop her.

And then the beads reach something deep inside him and with a surprised yell, Hiccup arcs off his seat. "Oh, fuck!"

Draga hums but otherwise ignores him and only keeps pushing more beads in.

It feels horrible. Hiccup recognizes the sensation as the same he's felt before when she's fucked him. His prostate. But despite the renewed pleasure this kind of simulation brings him, he doesn't enjoy it. It feels horrible! The beads go on and on into his bladder. There's also pain,

There's still pain, so much pain, and the need that's reawakening with her ministration is awful.

"W-what are you doing to me?" he asks, whimpering.

Draga laughs. "Just what you asked for. You didn't want to cum anymore. Well, you won't. Not until these are gone." She gives his stuffed cock a hard slap that makes Hiccup shout in surprise and pain. "And to make sure they stay in for the time being…" She pushes in the last beads and reaches for a piece of rope next. There's a ring at the end of the string of beads, the only piece that's not inside his cock, and through it, Draga fits the rope. Then it goes down and around his cock, fixed with tight knots that rub and press against his aching cock. Hiccup is still screaming but she pointedly ignores him.

What makes it all worse is that the cum-induces lust is slowly returning. Hiccup tries to push it aside and smother it, but it's too strong, the burning heat raging inside him. No matter how thoroughly Draga milked him before, his reprieve is already over. But also no matter how much she's fiddling and stroking his cock now, he can't cum. The beads block his cock and now she ties the rope around the base of his cock and his balls, fixing it impossibly tight.

"There, all tied up. You look lovely, dragon boy." She gives his cock another slap that nearly makes Hiccup convulse, going cross-eyed with pain and desire at the same time.

"Get them out!" he pleads, but he already knows that she won't. She doesn't even reply.

Instead, she fixes a strange leather harness to his body, only stripes that cover nothing and metal rings every here and there. Then she opens the door to this chamber and waves in a few guards. "He's ready. You know what to do."

Oh Gods, what happens now? Hiccup is sure that he doesn't want to know what other sick plans Draga has. He tries to fight the guards as they free him from his restraints and pull him outside, but it's no good. His legs can barely hold his weight after how long Draga fucked him, his mind is nothing but a hazy whirlwind of impressions, and his entire body hurts, his cock and balls especially.

He doesn't know where the guards lead him but he instantly recognizes the wooden frame. The same one Astrid had been tied into at the beginning of all this madness.

His eyes grow wide but even though he tries he can't prevent being tied into the frame in the same manner.

"Why are you doing this?" he asks when Draga appears next to him.

"Because you need punishment," she replies cooly. "You killed one of mine and you're still fighting me. And I need you to understand what it means to fight against me. It means you can only lose. And things can always get worse."

She steps behind him and very unceremoniously pulls the butt plug out of him. Hiccup shouts in surprise and pain and then moans loudly when he feels her hand on him, slick with oil. Her whole hand delves into him and even though it shouldn't it feels terribly good. He needs to cum again he realizes, the fire burning inside him again. But even though she makes sure to stimulate his prostate as she lubes him up thoroughly, he can't reach his climax. It's there, he can feel it dangling just out of reach, so close, and yet… Draga has been right as it seems. With the beads and rope in and around his cock, he can't cum.

Hiccup yells in desperation as she keeps grinding her fist into his prostate, painful yet at the same time so good. But it's not enough. Not enough to cum, just enough to drive him insane.

"Oh, please…" he wails, pushing himself onto her fist as best he can, but it's no use.

"You think this is bad?" Draga laughs. "Then let's see how you deal with something real ."

Before Hiccup can ask what she's talking about, a terribly familiar noise from behind him makes him freeze. The warbling noises of a Night Fury.

"Oh, no…" he gasps, eyes wide in horror. All desire momentarily dies down. "No, no, don't do this, Draga, please!"

But again, she doesn't listen to him. And why should she? She didn't spare Astrid, even mated herself with his dragon, right in front of his eyes. All his pleading or bargaining will do him no good now.

Next to him, Draga addresses the crowd around them, people Hiccup didn't even notice were there until that moment. She announces his punishment for killing one of them, causing strong reactions from those around. However, Hiccup is barely listening to her.

"Toothless, please…" he whines in a low voice. If only he can somehow reach his dragon and break the Bewilderbeast's control. "It's me, bud. I know you would never hurt me."

But if Toothless can hear him over the loud shouts around them, he doesn't react. The mind control is too strong, playing with the dragon's most primitive instincts. And they can't even make eye contact. To Toothless, he's just another hot body to sink his cock in.

Hiccup only has one second to prepare, feeling the hot bulbous tip at his ass, before he pushes in. Hiccup cries out but mostly out of reflex. It feels so strange, alien, wrong. Degrading. But it doesn't hurt.

That's at least something , his detached mind contributes. Draga's preparations were sufficient enough to keep him from tearing.

And actually… having Toothless' cock pounding into his ass doesn't feel that bad. In fact, it feels really good! The stretching and friction. Hiccup shudders as these sensations set his nerves on fire, the need to cum returning with force.

When Toothless brushes his sweet spot, Hiccup bites down on his lip to keep a needy moan inside. He doesn't want to enjoy this, especially not in front of so many witnesses, but... It feels so good! Liquid heat is running through his body and pooling in his groin. His mind becomes hazy, but even though he tries to keep a clear head, it's no use.

A few moments later, his lip is bloody from his own teeth, his body trembling, but when the dragon cock hits his prostate right on, he can't keep his pleasure inside anymore.

"Oh, Odin!" He moans wantonly. "Oh, mighty Thor! Oh-oh Gods!"

Each thrust hits its mark now, each drawing a fresh curse from his lips. His head becomes empty safe for the desire to cum. He wants it, wants Toothless to pound him to completion just like Draga did before. He wants release from the pressure in his balls and cock, wants that endless bliss to overcome him again.

And it's almost there! He feels it coming, like a wave building and building until it's ready to break and crush him. Just a little more, just one more good thrust, he's so close, can feel it, reach it, it's there, it's almost there, just one more, so close, so close...

But the climax keeps eluding him, leaving Hiccup howling anguish. He wants it so badly, needs it. His balls are about to burst, his cock throbbing and ready to explode, but the release keeps slipping away.

"Oh, please," he begs to nobody in particular. "Please, please, please!"

But it's no good. No matter how often or hard Toothless hits his prostate, Hiccup doesn't cum. He screams, both in pain and in frustration, moving as best he can to fuck himself on the gigantic cock. He forgets about the men and women watching him, forgets the humiliation and the horrible things Draga did. Nothing matters except his orgasm.

Draga's laughter cuts into his mind like a knife. "Oh, look how far you've come," she purrs. She has her fist in his hair, pulling his head up, but the pain barely registers in his mind. There's no space for it, the need to cum ruling everything.

"Remember how you refused to fuck me? That wasn't so long ago, only a few hours. And now, here you are, begging me to let you cum as you ride your dragon's cock." She laughs again. "But I was serious, you won't cum until the beads and ropes are gone. And now, I hope you're enjoying your punishment. It's going to last for a while."

Hiccup cries out as Toothless thrusts in deeper, the tip of his cock creating a visible bulge at his belly. His body is so tense as if it's about to snap. He feels as if he's on fire, burning with lust yet at the same time he's covered in sweat and the cool air around him makes him shiver. But even that only adds to his need, the friction of leather and ropes on skin. It all feels incredibly good, yet at the same time, he can't bear it.

He's screaming, crying, begging for someone to let him cum, to free his cock of the rope and beads until his throat hurts and his voice is hoarse. This is even worse than the denial from before.

Hiccup doesn't know how much time passes but Toothless must be fucking him for a good while now. He feels weak, unable to even hold his head up. He's still begging, an endless stream of words dropping from his lips, but he doesn't have the strength to scream anymore. He just wants to cum and blackout, but his body won't let him do either.

"I think he has enough." Draga's voice is like a blessing, interrupting his suffering with the hope of its ending. Whatever she does now, at least this torture is going to end.

But before he can feel any relief, it gets worse instead. Toothless, who's been quiet safe for an occasional grunt so far, growls and moves even fast, drilling deeper into Hiccup's abused body. It makes him scream again, sharp pleasure stabbing into his prostate, his cock, his entire body. He's spasming with the intense pleasure that can't find an outlet and only keeps building inside him.

Then Toothless roars at a deafening volume and pushes his cock as deeply into Hiccup as he can, before a flood of cum erupts within him. Again, Hiccup screams as his guts fill with hot dragon seeds, his belly bloating. It's too much, he's too full. It feels terrible and amazing at once, his mind completely dazed and too overwhelmed to think.

It seems to last forever, Hiccup merely whimpering and twitching, stuffed so completely by his dragon. He can't even say anymore where his body ends and Toothless' cock begins. When Toothless finally pulls out and dragon cum gushes out of his hole, Hiccup whines at the loss, at how empty and cold he feels.

"Aw, look at you," Draga purrs. "You liked getting fucked by your dragon, didn't you? See? It's a fantastic experience."

But Hiccup just shudders. He doesn't know what to make of what just happened. Yes, it felt good. But at the same time, he's disgusted by it. More and more cum leaks out of him and runs down his legs.

"Let me cum," he just gasps. "Please, can I cum now? I-I can't bear it anymore."

"Oh, is that so?" Draga grabs his cock, squeezing and stroking over the tightly bound ropes. It makes Hiccup yell in pain and need alike. "I don't know… I think you had enough orgasms for a long while. How about I let you rest instead? You must be so tired."

"N-no! No, Draga, please! I…" Hiccup bites down on his lips. An idea occurred to his desperate mind but even though he despises it, it's also horrifyingly intriguing. "Please, can I fuck you?" That worked before, right? He doesn't want to do it, but he's ready to do everything if only she would let him cum.

"Mmh, tempting. But I think I had enough for tonight. Guards, bring him to his cell. We'll talk about your plea in the morning, dragon boy."

Hiccup cries in desperation, the pain in his balls and pulsing cock turning unbearable. But he can't do anything as Draga turns and leaves. Guards free him from the construction, then drag him toward a far-off building. His legs don't hold his weight anymore and his mind is spinning too much to keep his balance anyway.

He barely registers the barrack they bring him to or much else of his surroundings. There are moans and screams of other people; he's not alone in this prison, but he can't get his eyes to focus, can't see who else is here.

"Let me cum, let me cum, let me cum." The words fall off his lips in an endless plea, but the guards don't react, only laugh at best. There are hands on his body, teasing and taunting him, but they don't free him of the ropes.

They leave him on the ground of a cell. He's sitting upright against the cold metal bars at his back, his hands bound tightly behind them. And then they leave him.

Hiccup is stunned at their cruelty. Or would be, if he could think at all. His cock and balls are ready to explode, his whole body yearning, demanding release. But it's hopeless, his cock stuffed and bound, his hands useless behind his back. All he can do is scream and sob, tears of desperation running down his face. It hurts! It hurts so much, it's driving him insane. Is it possible to die from this?

He yells when suddenly a hand closes around his cock, squeezing even more pain and pleasure into him.

"Does it hurt?" The voice is strangely familiar, even though the tone is not. He'd heard it before, but not like this. Before, it had been bored or occasionally blissful. But now? Now, it's cold, filled with deep hatred. "I hope it hurts! I hope it hurts so much that it'll break your mind. Too bad you only got filled with Fury cum. If it had been Terror cum, then it would kill who you are and leave your body for us to use, you pathetic bastard!"

With much effort, Hiccup brings his eyes to focus on the person in front of him.

"Lisa?" he mutters, confused. "Why…?" This makes no sense.

She slaps him. It leaves his ears ringing in addition to everything else. But he doesn't care.

"Please, Lisa. help me," he begs, then remembers her orders from earlier. "No, Mistress. Mistress Lisa. Please help me. Please fuck me!"

But Lisa just scoffs. "Why should I help you? You killed her! The only person I ever loved, and YOU KILLED HER!"

Only slowly, Hiccup understands. "Mona?"

Lisa slaps him again. "Don't you dare say her name!" she snarls.

Hiccup grits his teeth. He can't bring himself to regret what happened to Mona. "She deserved it!" he snarls. It's certainly not the wisest thing to say but it's not as if Lisa is willing to help him anyway. And maybe she slaps him again. The pain on his face is a strangely welcome distraction from the pain in his groins.

But Lisa stays calm. "Oh, you think so? Well. Then maybe I can find someone else for you who deserves the same fate. Someone else for you to kill in your mindless drive for selfish pleasure."

She leaves, leaving Hiccup worried about what she was talking about. But soon, all thoughts leave his mind again, his entire being focused on enduring the painful throbbing and pressure between his legs.

Maybe Lisa is right and this will break him, tear his mind and soul into pieces and leave only his empty shell of a body behind. Maybe that would even be preferable. It would hopefully free him of this pain. It's unbearable, too much. He can't stand it, can't keep enduring it any longer.

He keeps yelling until his throat is raw, keeps tugging at the ropes around his hands until they're wet with blood, keeps banging his head against the metal bars until he nearly loses consciousness. But nothing helps.

"Oh, wow! You were right it seems, Lisa. He needs attention, doesn't he?"

Through bleary eyes, Hiccup looks up at her voice, at Draga entering his cell. Joyous hope bubbles up inside him. She came to save him, to free him of these torture devices!

But why would Lisa want to help him? She didn't sound like that was what she would do.

Confused and wary, he eyes Draga and only now notices that she didn't come alone. Lisa stands behind her, a look of cruel satisfaction on her face as she drags a third person into the cell behind her. Long blonde hair, deep blue eyes wide in horror.

A small flicker of hope rises inside him. Is it Farina? She'd been eager and willing to help him get relief before, maybe, hopefully, she'll do it again.

But then he realizes his mistake. It's not Farina who Lisa shoves onto the ground before him.

Someone else for you to kill in your mindless drive for selfish pleasure!

"No," he moans weakly, pleading. "Not her! Get her away from me. NOT HER!"

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