Training The Slave: Part 2
By popular demand, here is part 2.
The tiger slept soundly, despite everything. Even his grumbling stomach and his crippling humiliation were unable to rob him of it. His breathes came in quick and ragged even as he slept, and he saw his humble home and all his belongings in his dream. He suddenly found himself in bed, a female tigress with brown hair touching his sides to wake him.
"Vanessa, not now!" He said with a giggle as she prodded him, trying to coax him out of sleep.
"No. Not tonight. I'm too tired." He said as she showed him how little clothing she wore.
"Wake up." A different male voice said.
He tossed and turned in his sleep as he was repeatedly poked and prodded. "No, I said not tonight!" The tiger said as his eyes quivered and slowly opened and saw his dragon Master in front of him. "Oh..." was all he said at this intrusion.
"I brought you something to eat." His Master said and set down a tray on his bed.
The tiger slave immediately recoiled even as the aroma affected him and made him unable to deny how hungry he was. "Wha-What's the occasion?" The tiger asked with a gulp.
"Shut up and accept it." The dragon said.
The tiger recoiled again and pulled the tray onto his lap. This had to be some sort of trick, he thought, for his Master was never this nice. He bent his head down over the tray and sniffed the food. Then, being unable to deny or control how hungry he was, he set out to dig into the food he was brought. Within only a few minutes, the tray was empty with barely even any crumbs left.
"How was it?" The dragon asked him with a smile.
"It was very good. Th-Thank you, M-Master." He replied.
The Master said nothing, only gathered up the tray with a grin and carried it into the other room, the contents of which were unknown, for the tiger had never been allowed outside that single room. The tiger sat up then went down on all fours and stretched, flexing his fingers and facing the bitter reminder that his claws had been removed.
When he got back up, he saw his Master standing at the doorway, watching him. The slave didn't look directly at him, and pretended not to see him at all as he laid back down, knowing there was nothing for him to do unless his Master wanted something from him. He closed his eyes and lay flat on his back, but even as he did, he still felt his Master standing over him even though he pretended not to.
When he realized sleep wouldn't come to him, he sat back up with a frustrated sigh. His Master reached out and petted his head, which got unexpected purrs from the slave as a grin appeared on the dragon's face. He saw him tremble to his touch and only purred with the greatest of nervousness. "Yes. A slave should fear his Master!" The dragon said.
The tiger growled and bared his teeth at the dragon. "I am NOT a slave!"
"No?" The dragon asked simply, tilting his head.
"No! I'm a tiger and a living creature, same as you!" He said defiantly.
"That's where you're wrong." The dragon said and pinned the tiger down with a hand on his chest.
"If you were the same as me, you'd be free, living outside and doing what you want. But that is for those who own themselves. You do not, you are a slave. You have no purpose to your life except to do what your Master tells you." He said, but the tiger snarled angrily at him.
"You need to accept that everything you once knew in life is gone. Only then can you accept your new role in this world." The dragon said, and the tiger slave whimpered and submitted.
Seeing him submit, the dragon let him up. The slave hung his head downwards, refusing to believe what he was told. His eyes suddenly widened when he saw a bulge forming on the dragon's pants. With a barely audible gulp, the tiger stood up and sprinted for the door. He twisted the handle back and forth without getting it to turn when he was grabbed by the tail and thrown prostrate on the ground.
"Bend over, slave! And get that tail lifted!" The dragon said as he unzipped his pants and slipped them off.
"N-N-No! PLEASE! L-L-Let me suck you again!" The tiger said, getting desperate immediately.
"NOW, slave!" The dragon roared, but the tiger kept pleading to give him a blowjob instead.
The dragon sighed, rolled his eyes, and said, "Fine. But you better make it worth my time."
He let his slave up and watched, with pleasure, as the tiger kneeled in front of him and leaned towards his hard on. He grinned as his bitch immediately went about licking the head of his shaft with his rough tongue as quickly as possible. Then the tiger rubbed his draconic balls with his clawless fingers and earned moans from the dragon he pleasured.
"Ooohhh! That's good! But slow down, I want to enjoy this." He said and held the tiger's head still when he drove himself up and down the dragon's meat. Despite himself, he couldn't help but grin and laugh as the tiger eagerly went up and down his hard dick like a broken whore.
He whimpered and kept swirling his tongue over his dragon hood, but only went faster, wanting this to be over as soon as possible. Eventually, his Master felt too pleasured to continue holding him still, and released his head. Watching the tiger rapidly sucking up and down his shaft made the dragon's climax approach sooner than either of them expected, and the tiger suddenly found his mouth of dragon cream, which he did his best to swallow before he pulled off.
The dragon let out another lusty sigh of pleasure and the tiger avoided eye contact with him to hide the degradation he felt. The dragon waited, but his shaft did not soften. He pumped it a few times with one hand and saw more pre cum drip out of the tip. "Huh. What do ya know? You didn't do it." He said with a malevolent grin.
"Bend over, boi!" He said and saw pure terror appear on his slave's face.
Once again, the tiger ran only to be stopped by his Master. Before he could beg for mercy, a ball gag was stuffed in his mouth to prevent just that from happening, knowing that his new favorite fucktoy had a silver tongue. He then pushed him up against a wall, grabbed his arms, and tied them together with a thick, sturdy rope.
Tears streamed down his slave's face as he pleaded and begged with his eyes, only to be ignored. The Master yanked the tiger's fluffy tail upwards and immediately prodded his pucker with his long, thick dragon cock. Instinctively, the tiger tightened up as much as he could, trying to deny him access, but this only encouraged him to prod him even harder.
Since his enslavement, the one thing the tiger feared most was about to happen. He gulped and braced himself for what seemed inevitable even as he continued fighting his hardest to keep it from happening. Just like before in his former job, he persisted against what seemed impossible to prevent.
The tiger squirmed and panted, trying to remain clenched, knowing that even a single second where he wasn't would be enough to allow the dragon to penetrate him. Out of nowhere, he felt a claw press into his fur right above his tail, making him gasp and loosen for a split second. This proved long enough, and his Master slammed his entire length inside him.
The tiger screamed and roared in pain, even muffled as he was by the ball gag as he was forcibly violated. Spikes of pain went through him as he felt like he was about to be split open. The dragon moaned, wrapped his arms around the tiger's chest to hold him still, and bucked his hips, sending him in and out of the tiger's ass.
"MMMMM, you're very tight! I'm going to enjoy this very much!" He said tauntingly as he gathered speed and intensity and stabbed the tiger with his shaft; earning yelps and whimpers with each one.
The pain didn't lessen and only built up as his Master raped him. His heavy balls slapped against him with every thrust and the tiger saw stars before his vision went blurry. His thrusts made the tiger feel ready to pass out as it neared the limits of his pain threshold, and he made every effort to continue pushing it past his limits to spare him the pain and, even worse, the humiliation.
"Damn, slave! You're gonna make me shoot if you keep trying to resist me!" The dragon said and licked the back of the tiger's neck.
No matter how much he hated it, the tiger's face turned bright red as his own barbed shaft slowly hardened every time his Master went inside him. Soon, he began dripping out beads of pre as his heart beat skyrocketed and his own climax was not far behind. The tiger did all he could to focus on the pleasure when suddenly, the thrusting stopped and the dragon tilted his head upwards and roared, releasing a torrent of flame as he climaxed inside the tiger.
Just before his own climax, the tiger's vision went dark, and he passed out, thanking whatever God there was for being spared any more pain as he fell limply to the floor.