The Game

Story by DiablodonWrath on SoFurry

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Hey everyone. Well, this is my first time uploading, and I'm rather a newbie here, so I figured I'd give it a shot with a story I wrote a while back.

This is more descriptive than it is dialogue. Turned out to be a LOT longer than I had planned, but I'm satisfied with it. I actually wrote this for a good friend of mine, who also has a bit of a dragon fetish, but after having a few others read it, seems it was a bit too good to just keep emailing around.Diablodon and Syraph are both original characters.

I also appologize for any typos/parts that don't make sense.

Enjoy ^^


The Game

It was just another night at the den. Both myself, and Syraph were feeling rather worn and sleepy from a long day roaming the lands. We had our little competition of looking for the biggest, single-animal meal. We would do this once a week or so. Whoever won was decided to be "it" as we would commonly refer to it as. Whoever was the winner usually held the position for a week. This whole "it" thing meant who got to be the one "on top" as some may call it. Honestly it is a fun experience being on either end of the game.

Syraph looked at me, with a teasing gleam in her eye and said "Don" (which she called me for short) "I am ready. What about you?" I could only nod my head "yes". I was sleepy at the time and my jaw felt too heavy to utter words. After a moment of staring at me, she told me "I'll get the stuff ready. You just sleep. I want you to be in good spirit for later." I took her advice and passed out for a few hours. I dreamed of the fun we were going to have later that night. I did overlook the fact she has new "stuff" for every time she wins our competition. She already has quite the room full of it. It is a rather impressive sight.

I awoke later, slowly. Opening my eyelids, which felt as if were weighted. I looked ahead. I saw the ceiling of our cave. It was obvious I was lying down on my back. I tried to put my hand under myself to press my way up to a sitting position, but felt that my hand was beside me, and would not move from the position. I tried my other hand. I got the same result. I quickly awoke from my half-subconscious state. My eyes opened wide, looking around in as many directions as I could see. I looked in front of my bed, which I was lying upon. I saw Syraph giving me a devious grin. I tried to ask her what was going on. (I was still confused from being awoken in such an "alien" manner.) At that moment, I found out she had strapped my muzzle shut. I could not open my mouth. I tried hard to break the restraints: no luck. She walked over slowly, and I knew... This was going to be a hell of a ride.

Syraph walked over to me and held my chin in her paw as she said "so, you like it so far?" I could only nod "yes" once again. While I was nodding, I noticed I was bound from toes to neck in leather. By the time I noticed this, I was completely awake. As I struggled a bit, I noticed Syraph looking at me with a thirsty glare. After a minute or so of staring at me, she climbed over me, rubbed her face against mine and muttered "I'm so lucky to have you, Don." I would have returned the favor, if not for the obvious reason stated earlier. She remained nuzzling her face against mine for another minute or so, until she got up and left the room for a while. I could only help but wonder what she was planning on doing. I didn't know for sure, but I was excited.

I was reaching nearly full hardness when I felt my tip get caught on something. It was an elastic strap of some sort; most likely designed to keep me from pawing off while she had her fun. She was still away at this point, so I got caught in deep thought. I started thinking about the situation I was in, and why some think of it as pleasurable. I could only think of "security," as long as one has a trusting, loyal partner, one doesn't have to move or really worry about doing anything wrong. Oddly, as I was imagining this concept, Syraph finally walked back into the room. With her was a thick leather hood. Closer inspection revealed that it had no nostril holes for breathing. Only a mouth part which could be zipped shut. I immediately grew exhilarated. I hadn't experimented with breath control before. She knew a lot about the subject, so I wasn't worried in the least bit. It had no eyeholes either. She removed the straps sealing my muzzle, so I could speak for a moment. I had to vent my curiosity somehow, so I asked, "I take it we're trying something new tonight?" She held it in front of her and told me, "don't worry, you'll love this. I know you will." After that, she came toward me. I closed my eyes as she slipped it over my head.

She buckled the straps around my neck. The mouth part was unzipped for the moment. She took this opportunity lock tongues with me for a few seconds. As she pulled away, with a loving grin and devious gleam in her eye, she zipped up the black hood for the first time. At first I was slightly nervous, but being the first time I had tried something like this, I expected as much. About one minute passed, and I started wanting some fresh air. I could barely exhale the breath I had taken in before the mask was sealed. She knew I needed to breathe; I felt that need... Normally I would go crazy in my restraints if such a thing was happening. Then I would just remember who was in control, and I would calm down. Two whole minutes passed. I was on the verge of passing out. Right as I was fading into subconscious, she unzipped the muzzle and let me obtain the, SECOND most important thing on my mind at that time.

Syraph would let me breathe for about 30 seconds before reclosing the mask for another 2 minutes. This became systematic after a while. This continued for about an hour, when she finally decided to remove the strap that was containing my semi-hard shaft. It was currently the only part of my body that was exposed. This release finally allowed me to let myself get as hard as possible. After a few more minutes of teasing with the breath play, she removed the leather hood and allowed me full access to air and ability to speak. I took the time to agree with her telling me earlier that I would enjoy it. She looked over at me and smiled with a haunting, yet beautiful expression.

When she walked back over, I didn't notice she had grabbed a ball-gag until she was nearly about to strap it on. I had to ask: "what might that be for?" She replied, "Don't want you screaming too loud now, do we, love?" I knew she was up to something or another at this point. She bound it on me, and once again, I was at a loss for words. She rolled me over onto my side. Seemingly out of nowhere, she had a strange toy in her hand. I had the strangest feeling I was about to experience something very out of the ordinary. Was I ever right...

Syraph unzipped part of the bondage bag in which I was encased, and revealed my tailhole. She then took the bizarre toy she was holding, and switched it on. It had 3 small roller balls on it which rotated in correspondence to each other, so they were all equally close or far at all times. She then did with it exactly what I thought she was planning. She coated it with her own saliva and proceeded to insert it into my tailhole. Her saliva worked as a great lube. It went in relatively easy. Once inside, the rotating balls scratched my innermost itches. It was a feeling like no other. I could see why she didn't decide to do this in combination with the breath play. The deep massages were making me breathe heavily. This brought me close to going off right there. Every time I would get even close, Syraph would pull it out and let the feeling wear off for a few seconds. This became a very tedious pattern after the fourth or fifth time she did it.

I began to cry out a little bit, "mmph!" Of course this only wet her desire to tease me. As my moan for release grew louder, she said, in a rather cocky tone, "now do you see why we needed the gag?" Each time I was edged, she would retract the toy and let the effects wear off. Every time, she would force it deeper, making it harder to resist the intense pleasure. She also proceeded to stroke me, at a very slow pace. It felt amazing when she did it, but when she stopped, it all turned to aggravation and denial. Every time, I would try, in vain to free a hand so I could paw off and get it over with; and every time, it would remain locked by my side. As she toyed with me, my groaning grew louder. Eventually I was screaming behind my gag. The fusion of pleasure and pain I was experiencing was enough to keep anybody or anything on edge. I started crying for release, and soon enough, she moved on to the next thing...

Syraph removed the toy from my tailhole, and climbed on the bed upon which I was bound. She pulled the strap over my cock once again and lied there next to me for a few minutes. It was apparent she was in deep thought about something or another. I decided to take this moment to settle down from the torment I had just endured. After about five minutes of lying there, she grabbed the spherical-shaped cock strap and gently squeezed it. This quickly made me hard and horny once again. Being unable to reach full length at this time, I was at her mercy. All I could do was hope she would remove it before it became too much.

Later, Syraph laid me on my back once again. She climbed underneath me and placed my head in her lap. I could see her face when I looked up. After we stared at each other for some time, she said "Diablodon, I could keep you like this for as long as I wanted. I could do this any time I felt like. It would be perfect, for both of us. I know how much you like being in these kinds of situations." She passionately stroked my chin. I closed my eyes and drifted off to a semi-conscious dreamland. I knew she was there, and I knew where I was, but I couldn't help but to feel at home in the state I was in. I was hers, I couldn't do a thing about it, nor did I want to. Going back to a statement made earlier, I knew she was a trusting partner, and I did not care what she did. I knew I was in good hands as long as she was around. She knows I would be the same way with her. We were made for each other, and if this is what she wants, so be it.

After about ten minutes of relaxing, Syraph climbed out from under me. What she was about to do would be the most enjoyable thing I would ever experience. She walked off, and a few minutes later, came back with some hooks on long ropes dangling from a roller ball system she had installed on the ceiling. They were attached to some buckles on the bag I was in. There appeared to be four of these hooks. After they were all connected, she pulled on a separate rope and lifted me off of the bed. I was now facing in a direction as if I were flying. The weightlessness of being suspended in air made every touch feel twice as good. She undid the cock strap once again and began stroking my shaft. All of the drool that was building up behind the gag was now dripping straight down. I again began moaning after a few minutes of her pawing. She edged me only once before she went off to find yet another gadget with which to tease me.

This time Syraph brought back a small machine. It had a tube large enough for my cock to fit into and a small control panel. She slipped the tube on me and strapped it around my back, to keep it from falling off. Once turned on, it started generating a very small electrical pulse, and a pumping motion. It was the greatest feeling I had ever received from a simple machine. The control had 2 knobs for the actions of the machine itself: Voltage and Speed. She would experiment with these throughout. When I would come close to climax, she would turn them both nearly off. This had relatively the same effect as the massaging toy she used earlier. This process continued some time, (again, I could not remember.) After a long session of suspension, she finally released the ropes and laid me back down on the bed. She unplugged the "milking machine." She then told me, "like I said, I could keep you this way forever, but we would never discover anything new, if I did." Hearing her re-state this hinted at what was coming next.

Knowing she was about to experiment again, I remained excited and inquisitive. This whole game was rather mysterious, because every time she got to be "it" in the past, she always tried something new. Tonight was no exception, even as far as we had gone. Syraph walked back with the same leather hood that she was using earlier, AND the massaging toy. My thoughts earlier of her using the two together were realized. Before she started her "double whammy" of pleasure, all she said was "don't worry." This reassured me enough to stay calm. Once again, she slipped the hood over my head; blinding and silencing me. No more than 20 seconds passed before she inserted the massaging toy again. This was more than I had imagined. I was ready for some fresh air by the time a minute and a half had passed. Knowing I would want air sooner than before, she unzipped the hood after two minutes. Soon, she rolled me on my back again. The massaging toy was still in place. Now she had my head in her lap again, so she could watch my breathing more closely. After the second time unzipping the mask, she told me "might want to make this one a deep one." I figured she was hinting she was going to keep me locked up for a pretty long time this time around. I took her advice and inhaled deeply. I felt the leather bag around me get tighter as my chest pushed out. After she closed the hood again, the clock started. One minute passed; then two; then three. Having taken a pretty deep breath, I was still feeling ok, but the need was growing. At five minutes, I was ready for the fresh air. She knew I was about to pass out around 6 minutes, so she finally decided to let up. She unzipped the mask and said, with her eyes closed "good, very good." Hearing those words made me feel accomplished, yet defeated, in a way.

It had been a few hours since the whole session started, or at least, I think. If there is anything I know: it's that it is easy to lose track of time when one is having fun. But, Syraph, having had her fun, decided it was finally time to release the tension... She unbuckled the straps and unzipped the bag I was in, freeing my arms. Then off came the leather hood. With all the gear being removed, I was free. I immediately sat up, and threw my arms around her. She wrapped her tail around me, as I returned the favor. We were inseparable; free to do whatever one another pleased. She stirred a little as we embraced each other. After a moment or so of this, she whispered to me, "Whenever you're ready." For the first time tonight, she was letting me be in control. It was an opportunity for which I had been waiting hours. I took her offer, and pressed against her. She whimpered slightly as I entered. It was no whimper of pain. This was one that merely increased our desire for one another. I pulled her in as I lied back down on the bed. She was now on top of me. She is quite a bit lighter than me, but with most of her weight on my chest, only then I realized how great it felt, no matter what position we were in.

Now that my mouth was free, I looked her in the eye and told her, "You could keep me here for as long as you wish to. I could do the same. But if we did that, what is fun now, would simply turn to routine over time." One of rule of BDSM (at least, our rule), was that equality would have to play a part somewhere. If it favored one or the other for the majority, it loses its effect. This is why we also decided if one of us won our game 3 times consecutively, whoever that may be, would have to forfeit, just so we would still be equal.

As I was slowly sinking deeper into her, Syraph was moaning out in pleasure as she was riding me. I could not help but let out the occasional growl myself. She began to press down harder as we went on. I decided to help out by thrusting upward. She was trying to get as far down as physically possible. For a little while, she was struggling to get past my large knot. This struggle continued for about three minutes before she finally succeeded. This marked the beginning of the most enjoyable part. Once past the knot, she was unable to get off. This, in turn, gave me a feeling of control. I could no longer use the length of my shaft to work with. I could only use the pressure at the base. Even with only this, I was still able to stimulate myself sufficiently. Being deeper than ever within her, her moans grew louder. She knew if she were to keep my tied up as her slave, she would be unable to obtain this degree of pleasure from her own actions. The perfect moment requires a lot of work from both sides. If one side is unable to act, the other cannot perform as well.

We were both coming upon the edge of nirvana. We were both growling with intense pleasure quite consistently. I felt her grip around me tighten over time. I'm sure I was doing the same, but she never said anything of it. Being pulled closer only intensified the power of the thrusting. My whole 17 inches was inside her, knot and all. With our legs and tails wrapped around one another, there was no escaping for either of us. Each thrust now felt like a blast of pure power each time. It was an indescribable feeling. I felt my heart rate rising. I knew I could not go much longer, and from what Syraph sounded like, neither could she.

Finally, after about 30 minutes of bondage free love, we decided to seal the deal. Syraph began to ride faster. I felt this, so I adjusted my speed to match hers. After only about one minute of this, she threw her wings around me as she screamed out "I love you, Diablodon!" I did not last much beyond this point either. We clashed into one another only a few more times, and finally, the long awaited moment had arrived. We embraced each other as tight as our muscles would allow. We came with amazing synchronization and power. If Syraph had not been on top of me, I would have easily hit the roof of the cave. We both let out roars that startled the birds and creatures outside. The cave lit up bright red with the fire pouring freely from our mouths. It must have been a marvelous sight. Neither of us knows just what it looked like, because our eyes were clenched shut at the moment. The moment lasted for about 45 seconds; the longest we had ever heard of, much less, actually done.

After the energy left our bodies, we fell limp on the bed. Syraph, still on top of me, forced open her heavy eyes for one last sentence: "If I share my last days with you, I hope they will be spent that way." She lasted about 5 seconds after muttering that, before drifting off into dreamland. I responded in a sleepy voice, "Why make it our last days?" Soon after, I joined her in slumber.

I awoke hours later, the sun was rising. I could not help but ponder what was in store for the days to follow. I just hoped they were like the night before. I would go into detail on what happened, but honestly, I don't know. Yet...