Take It Like A Dragon
Take It Like A Dragon by Rekhit
The mighty dragon was bound standing up; arms shackled above his head, legs spread wide apart by a metal bar attached to his ankles. The huge wings were tied up and wrapped in a rubber sheet. He was gagged with a huge ball gag, keeping his jaws praised open widely, drool dripping from around his large fangs. Between his legs his huge reptilian cock throbbed, fully erect, dripping a trail of slimy pre to the floor where a puddle had already formed.
Into the darkened room walked the eagle, puffing on a large cigar, shooting streams of smoke from the holes further up his beak. He was naked, as was the dragon, though unlike the winged reptile his cock was not showing. He had better control over his lusts then the slutty dragon.
Taking the cigar from his beak, the dark feathered eagle exhaled heavily in the dragon's face, placing it into an ashtray. He approached the dragon, never speaking to him, not even looking in his face. Instead he cupped his feathery fingers around the large ball sac, making sure they were tight and slapped them firmly. The dragon growled and jerked, letting out a snort and the eagle did it again, a little harder. More growls of pain from the dragon, who rattled in the heavy duty shackles. The eagle rubbed the scaly sac then slapped hard again, a muffled cry of pain coming from the dragon's stretched open maw.
He turned to a table and took from it a long piece of rope. Carefully he wound it around the base of the big dragon dick and then under the ball sac. Satisfied the eagle began to move the strip around each teste, the left one followed by the right, until they were individually tied and sticking a little away from each other. He gave the rope a sharp pull, sending pain shooting up through the dragon, though his cock never stopped leaking pre.
From the table the eagle took a large empty 2 litre plastic bottle, with a piece of string roped through the top and carefully tied it to one of the big dragon balls, then took another bottle exactly the same and tied it to the second. Once more satisfied the eagle lifted a funnel and a jug of water, placing it into the top of one bottle and slowly started to pour the water.
The bottle filled rapidly and began to pull down on the strapped up ball. Loud grunts came from the dragon as his genitals were pulled down in one direction, sending pain shooting up through his crotch and making him writhe, though that only increased the pain. When the bottle was filled the eagle moved to the other, filling that to the brim so that both testes were sufficiently weighed down.
Taking up the cigar and puffing it back to life, the eagle moved a taloned foot upwards and tapped at the filled bottles, making them swing gently back and forth. Roars of pain came from the gagged dragon and he squirmed as his balls were pulled and stretched, made to move in directions they shouldn't have under the circumstances. The bottles swung half a foot back and forward, but it was enough to drag the huge balls with them.
With the bottles set into a pendulum motion, the eagle moved quickly and brought his foot upwards into the individually strapped balls, delivering a shift kick that made the bottles jiggle in their motion. The dragon howled in pain and his entire body jerked upwards. He tasted bile from the sudden agony that exploded in his crotch. Another kick and this time he had to force the bile down lest it burst around the gag. It would not have been the first time that happened.
Blinking he noticed the eagle had gone. He was strapped there, balls stinging and weighted down with the water. There he stood as the minutes dragged by, both his balls throbbing and going numb. It felt as if they would tear from his sac at any moment and he was careful not to move in case something like that happened. An hour passed and the dragon was panting from both the pain and the need. His cock never went soft and pre that dripped onto the bottles. The puddle had grown much larger.
The eagle returned, a fresh and recently lit cigar in his mouth. Carefully he attached electrodes to the now rather bruised dragon balls, the wires leading to a machine and he switched it on. Powerful currents fed directly into the dragon's balls and it felt as if they were being crushed by powerful hands. The jerked in the chains and howled behind the gag. The pain was eye watering. It went on for several minutes until he was left gasping for air.
A hiss escaped him as candle wax was dripped onto them. The eagle was kneeling down, a lit candle in one paw and had tipped it so that the wax dripped thickly onto the testes. The dark purple contracted against his yellow scales, and the hot pain rocketed through his body. He moved the candle so that the wax dripped continuously over the scaly balls. Once one ball was covered he moved to the other, coating the fronts in a layer of wax.
The eagle stood once more and turned the machine on full. The dragon howled and pushed outwards with his hips. It didn't take long for his cock to flare at the head and thick ropes of cum shot from his abused balls, splattered in a line leading several feet away. The electronic pulses kept coming as he kept cumming and he screamed in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
The sensations stopped and the dragon hung limply from his shackles. The bottles were removed carefully and the rope undone, allow the now heavily swollen and bruised sac to return to its normal shape, though it would be several days before it would start to look like it did before.
"How was that Mr. Peterson?" asked the eagle, taking a key to the shackles around the dragon's wrists and ankles.
"Wonderful... thank you," the dragon panted. "Painful, shocking."
"And I'm sure we'll see you again next month," smiled the eagle.
The dragon grinned. "You can count on it!"