Harsh, pounding rain bore down on the windows of a dark, expansive room, housed in a old mansion on the edges of Darkness Dragon World. Aside from the harsh pitter-patter of rain drops, the only sounds were of two male dragons, their tongues sloppily dancing in each other's tounges as they kissed. Holding each other close they moved down to the bed, where their naked bodies made the mattress squeak with every movement.

The two men began to lose themselves in the moment, and one began to deliver gentle kisses to the other' s neck. Viking Axe Dragon, with his massive beard and cool demeanor, worked his mouth with vigor as his partner, the chubby Blood Axe Dragon, cooed in satisfaction. The bearded dragon felt his head being pushed closer to Blood Axe's chest, immediately spotting the bright pink nipples that he knew Blood Axe loved to have sucked. Kissing his way down to those lovely mounds of soft, bouncy flesh, he got to work on Blood Axe's chest, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nubs, switching rapidly from side to side in a fervent, passionate rush.

Usually Blood Axe would feel himself losing control, his hands sliding down to his partner's cock to feel the girthy manhood in his hands. This time however, he let his nipples take the agonizingly pleasurable punishment from Viking Axe, quivering and letting the orgasm rush through his body.

"That's it, cum for me and show me all that hot seed." Viking Sword growled as he bit down on the left nipple, feeling the soft pink nub between his sharp teeth. Blood Axe bit down on his tounge to quell his voice as he released his load on Viking Sword, the white hot fluid sticking to the dragon's beard as stiped of semen spread throughout the coarse facial hair. By the time Blood Axe was finished, the stench of cum overwhelmed the room, and Viking Sword's beard was coated in cream, now drying and clumping his beard.

He gently ran his hand through his beard and took note of the dried patches of cum, smirking to himself and planting a kiss on Blood Axe's rough cheek before the two fell to the bed, tired and relieved. Blood Axe wrapped his arms around the older man, his eyes gazing at his lover in the moonlit darkness, while the elder viking stared up at their ceiling, his gaze distant and mysterious. They both knew what was racing through the viking's head, and their minds were pulsing in anticipation, even with their orgasm calming them down.

"Don't worry Vikin'!" Blood Axe said with a smooch. "Tomorrow we'll be able to get the boss back from that damn demon."

Viking Sword took his lover's hand in his left, squeezing down lightly as he sighed.

"Maybe our plan won't work." Viking Sword whispered back, only to be silenced with a kiss to his hairy maw as their tongues intermingled in his mouth, until the two were satisfied and breathing heavily. Laying his head down on Viking Sword's chest, the chubby dragon soothed his older partner, stroking his chest and beard, feeling the smooth pulse of Viking Sword's heartbeat as his eyes began to slowly close.

"We'll get our boss back, we have to."


The soft grass outside his old mansion soothed his weary feet as he walked over to his old abode. For decades, the fearsome Demios Sword Dragon had spent his days in this very mansion, training, fucking, and bonding with the other knights who had been banished to Darkness Dragon World. He had fond memories of his fellow warriors exploring his body, their hands wandering all over his muscles and embracing his power. Their tongues tasted his flesh, and their bodies took his cock happily, desperate for the feeling of their leader's semen shooting inside their body. Even after most of his legion moved to be with him in Dragon World, their worship of their master continued on a near daily basis.

Sometimes he'd wake to the warm, wet tongue of Crossbow Dragon, gliding up and down his shaft, coaxing his hot load out and swallowing it greedily to start the day. Other times he'd walk down to the training hall to join in a mutual orgy between his warriors and the Thunder Knights, him and Fahne encouraging their underlings to plow the two leaders' asses as hard as they could to prove their strength. He had even been in the middle of such a session before leaving for his old stomping ground, and the stinging of his ass cheeks were proof of the success of his training. 12 different cocks had speared his ass, and now as he walked through the front door, clad in only a jockstrap and tight gray muscle tee, his cheeks still stung from their pounding.

Demios knew that two of his old friends were still in Darkness Dragon World, rejecting the offer to join Demios in being under Binding's rule. Viking Axe and Blood Axe were as stubborn as they were large, but Demios knew that his gift from Binding could help them see that a future in Dragon World was the best option.

The floorboards creaked under his feet with each step, echoing through the empty expanse of the giant house. He looked around, finding the house in excellent shape, wondering where his old friends could be as he headed towards the stairs to their old rooms. Instead of the sounds of lively chatter, heated arguments, and the occasional moan, he only heard the creak of the floor, and the sound of his own heavy steps as he walked and looked.

"Hey, anyone around?" Demios yelled to no one in particular, his face dour. The dragon was looking forward to seeing his old friends, to hear their voices once again and laugh along with them like the old days. He had even sent a letter in advance of his arrival, and yet all he saw was dust, wood, and emptiness.

And then he saw nothing at all.


Demios had been in situations like this many times before. Enemies capturing him, attempting to claim his muscled body in a futile attempt to restrain him. Sometimes it was an attempt at a ransom, and other times his foes wanted to simply torture him, to beat their fists into his body as raged surged through every muscle of their being. Whips would tear through his scales, belts and chains wrapping around him, striking him, the cold metal chilling and then searing his body in pain.

This time however his assailants weren't interested in beating him or attempting to silence him. Instead, two large, rotund dragons stared him up and down, as Demios' eyes looked back in a mix of anger and confusion. The metal plank that Demios was restrained on was cold on his back, his arms chained above his head, his legs spread apart as restraints at his ankles kept him in place, and his tail strapped down between them.

"Why the hell did you let that dirty fiend claim you, Demios?" asked Viking Sword, naked and sweaty in spite of the dim cool basement dungeon. Lit only by a series of candles, their faces were cast in a menacing orange glow that made the two look foreign to Demios. His memories of the two were of a pair of happy yet fearsome men, nothing like the tense, angered beasts before him.

"I swear, joining with Binding has been nothing but incredible." Demios said, struggling against the cuffs that held him down. While the beefy dragon attempted to free himself, Blood Axe walked over to a row of tools, picking up a pair of metal clamps before walking over to his former master. Silently, he pushed the clamps apart, slowly lowering them down to the pair of large, pink nipples of Demios' barrel chest, the same chest that he formerly caressed so many times before as Demios made love to him after a battle. Without mercy, he quickly let the metal clamps snap down onto the sensitive nubs, and quickly stepped back as Demios screamed in surprise and pain. His deep gravely scream reverberated through the brick walled dungeon, and his body felt as if it was momentarily on fire. He realized that not only were the clamps squeezing down on his nipples, but there were also small metal teeth on the insides of the nipple clamps, nearly piercing the skin.

"What the hell are these infernal things?!" Demios growled, his cock reacting to the sweet pain of the clamps. His body squirmed, both from the struggle of trying to be freed, and from pleasure. Viking Sword's gruff laugh was loud and irritating, along with the huge hands rubbing Demios' abs, enjoying the hard muscle.

"We're going to make sure you remember who your true allies are." Viking Sword said, grabbing one clamp and yanking the metal hard, and enjoying Demios' rage as the black dragon hissed. Clenching his jaw tight, Demios braced himself as he saw a second hand reach for the other clamp, followed by an even sharper jolt of burning pain shooting throughout his body.

"We all know how much you loved it when we used to torture you just like this." Viking Sword said with a chuckle, walking over for a new instrument to punish his former leader with. He took his time, gazing wistfully at the rack of toys while his partner continued to pinch and twist the pink nipples of Demios' chest. Naked and exposed, Demios' cock began to grow, just as the pair predicted, and Viking Sword decided to give the huge manhood the massage it deserved as he finally settled on a toy.

"Damn, you never even let me use the fuckhole!" Blood Axe said, his eyes trailing the pink, fleshy tube in Viking's hand. Demios looked on, confused, but once the warm, slippery tube surrounded his girth, he felt his body go weak. The lubricant was laced with a warming agent, along with an inner sleeve that gripped his cock as it descended down his length, until his entire member was engulfed in pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced.

"What the hell is this...this…" Demios began, only to gradually lose control as his cock was milked by the delicious pleasure of the sex toy. The sloshing sounds of the lubricant were loud, as was his moans, his body uncontrollably squirming along with the incredible sensation. Sensing that Demios was beginning to fall into their hands, Viking produced a second toy, a strap-on dildo, the black cock attached to it long and barbed. Thicker than Demios' forearm, and with a 15 inch length, the massive dildo threatened to ruin the ass of whoever it fucked, but Viking and Blood both knew that their former master would be able to handle it. Just barely.

The two chukled to themselves, Demios helpless and forced to watch as Blood Axe donned the appendage, his smaller cock fitting into a slot at the base of the huge member, slipping his cock into a warm, slippery bliss of his own. Now armed with a massive tool to tease Demios' insides with, he gripped the barbed cock, slowly pushing the head against the tight pink hole lying in-between Demios' huge, bouncy ass cheeks.

"That thing can't possibly fit inside of me." Demios whispered as his eyes began to glaze over in relaxation, while Viking Sword slathered Blood Axe's strap-on in lube to slide into Demios without issue.

"Get ready for this huge cock, sir." Blood Axe said as he began to push into the relaxed, loosened ass. Already eager for a good fucking, the pink orifice opened without issue, much to Demios' surprise. His head swam as his ass began to spread open, the expected pain coursing through him, his hole burning as it was forced apart to an unnatural degree. The barbs scraped his inner walls just enough to make the searing pain hurt that much more, while the girth and length made him feel as if his ass was being fisted.

Viking Sword gazed as the dildo slowly, agonizingly, buried its way inside of Demios, inch after ass breaking inch descending down into Demios' body. His hands sped up, with the squelching of the fucktoy growing louder, with Demios' member twitching in its quickly approaching orgasm. He wanted so badly to cum, to give himself a moment of unbridled satisfaction in this mix of pain and pleasure, and unfortunately, just as he was about to release his load, Viking quickly yanked the toy upwards and off of Demios' cock, watching it twitch as precum oozed out from the tip, and Demios panted in desperate need of release.

"Who said anything about letting you shoot your semen?!" Viking said gruffly, smacking Demios' face with the very toy that he had just plunged his cock inside of. He felt a bit of lubricant splash across his face, and grit his teeth as he felt the last few inches of the dildo rush its way into his ass. Grabbing the sides of the metal table, Blood Axe slammed his way into Demios with a grunt, and Demios howled as his body was fully invaded, his ass fully stretched. Looking down at Demios' abs, the duo of dragons whistled as Viking reached a hand to the bulge in Demios' stomach, rubbing the slight paunch caused by the massive toy inside of Demios.

"You feel that, sir?" Viking said, venom dripping through every word. "It's so far in you that even I can feel it, spearing your insides."

As Blood Axe began to pull his hips back, retreating from the loosened orifice, the barbs gripped tightly to the warm anal walls and forced harsh moans from Demios' tired throat. The bulge in his belly from the gargantuan barbed dildo slowly began to shrink, much to Demios' relief, until he screamed as his ass was hilted yet again. He felt the slam of Blood Axe's hips, and once his ass was stretched yet again, Blood Axe's frenzy grew, slamming faster and harder into Demios' hole with fervor!

Demios began to scream again, only to find his mouth full of hard, smelly cock pushing its way down his gullet. The salty precum shot down his throat, his head gripped hard as a pair of hairy balls covered his eyes, his head forced back to let Viking Sword fully jam his manhood into Demios. His large body shivered in ecstasy, slightly stomping the ground as he adjusted his stance, pushing his hairy balls into Demios' face. The vibration of Demios' protests were heavenly on his cock, thrusting and feeling the wetness wrap around his meaty manhood.

"We know you've been craving real Purgatory Knights cock!" Viking Sword said, his voice trembling as he came close to orgasm. He had experienced Demios' talented oral skills plenty of times before, but this time he knew that Demios wouldn't forget this moment. Leaning over and pushing his cock even further down into Demios' mouth, he reached for the clamps and yanked on them as hard as he could! The pain was agonizing, and searing, but it only enhanced their pleasure, as Demios' body grew hot, and the vibrations of his howls of pain were felt on Viking Axe's member. Viking's beefy white scaled arms worked harder, each one gripping the metal clamps, yanking them upwards one at a time in a hypnotic rhythm. Demios' pecs were punished in a seemingly endless loop, left then right, pulled taut and them relaxed.

"Oh fuck Viking, his nipples are practically gonna come off if ya' keep this up!" Blood Axe huffed, his head hanging low as he focused on fucking his bosses' hole, his own cock rushing towards its own orgasm as his harsh thrusts rattled the table. Between the shake of his body, the table's movement, and the duo's brutal slamming, Demios felt completely dominated, in a humiliating and painful frenzy.

"Good, now use that shame and snag those two fuckers already!" Binding said telepathically, his cock hard and at attention in the middle of the Dragon World grand library, his meatrod as hard as the hardcover books that lined the shelf he was leaning on while he took a break from studying the art of demon curses.

"You've got it, sir!" Demios' replied, letting himself get fully lost in the painful domination. From the moment of their first encounter, where Binding brutally dominated him, spraying semen all over his face, he knew that he was in love with being dominated by Binding, and the pain of it all. The pain only made the sexual intensity even sharper, and he knew that he wanted to share in that pleasure with the two monsters. He closed his eyes and heard the two blow their loads, two heaving men moaning and shouting, hands gripping tight to his hips and pulling hard on his sensitive nipples and their semen shoot down into his mouth and into the slit of the dildo. As the giant dildo was yanked from his insides, he felt his hole forced open, unable to resist the shots of hot cream shooting straight into his body and on his asshole. By the time they were done, cum had penetrated his body, and covered his brutalized chest that bobbed up and down.

He kept his eyes closed, and heard the two as they undid the cuffs, freeing him. But he knew that he wasn't truly free. He was entrapped in Binding's thick chains, and as the two kissed him, with Demios reaching up and grabbing the new black chains around their necks, he knew that now he would be able to have the ultimate pleasure; all of his men, and himself, all under the control of a grand dragon who knew how to truly please them.


"Alright class, which type of whip is the best for asses?" Binding asked, enthusiasm dripping from his voice. The class of beefy young Katzbelger Drake studs gazing lustfully at the row of asses in front of them. Today the Purgatory Knights were volunteering for a class on whipping in the library, and their plump, trained butts were to be the student's practice tools. Demios along with all the others were bent over metal tables, arms and legs restrained, their legs spread apart to allow optimal access to their eager asses. Pink tight holes winked at the energetic class of dragons, and one dragon stood up as he gave his answer.

"The bondage whip, sir Binding!" said the deep voiced dragon as he walked up and grabbed it off of the teacher's desk. The long, slim instrument whistled as it traveled around the air in his huge hands, until it struck Demios' left ass cheek with a loud crack. Demios' thighs quivered from the sharp pain, making the class chuckle heartily at his reaction. He heard his master give the order for the class to pick up whips of their own, and soon his ears were filled with snaps, whistles, and moans from his fellow knights as the younger beasts turned their asses red with their whips. His ass stung, and his body felt hot, but he knew that it was where he belonged.

He managed to look around a bit, seeing all of his fellow knights faces scrunched up in pleasure at their domination at the hands of the muscled, cocky students. He knew then and there that letting his legion fall into Binding's hands was the right decision, especially once he felt a student's cock slipping into his weary hole as a reward for whipping him so well. As his ass stung from the whipping and the student's rough pounding, he slipped into a calm, blissful state, the pain overtaking his body and mind and lulling him into a submissive trance. Was it shameful to be so effortlessly dominated? Of course. But for him, and the other knights, being dominated was the only pleasure that could truly sate their lusts!