Sariks
#3 of Adult/Fetish Stories
Another B&D one, this time from the perspective of a dominant. It's more a way of fleshing out the character I sometimes roleplay as (the big lizard in my icon) than a proper story. A little bit samey considering the other stuff I have on here so far, but it's all the sweet and kind bedroom bondage and domination stuff I'll put up for a while, I promise... although I'm sure there'll be more of it eventually.
If nothing else, Sariks was the kind of silver scaled drake that was comfortable with himself. Someone had to be tall, scaly and dominant. That and they needed to have a nice pair of horns and thick claws. Thankfully, Sariks thought, that described him perfectly. It was early in the morning and he sat with his coffee. Usually, Sariks wouldn't have liked the morning, but he had enjoyed a very nice evening and it put him in a good mood as soon as he woke up. He was even thankful for his comfortable spot on the lounge, at least when he compared it to that whimpering fox on the floor with his head pressed down flat underneath Sariks' scaly foot.
The submissive vulpine was virtually naked, save for thick leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, which were chained together to keep him hogtied and stuck on his belly. A muzzle was wrapped around his head, keeping his jaw clamped shut around a phallic gag, not allowing a single word out of him. From time to time his bushy, russet red tail would twitch and show a partly white backside, which right now had slightly uneven fur and a few signs of the bruises Sariks had given the evening before. The features around his face were handsome - mature, actually, which suited Sariks perfectly.
The fox had asked for Sariks to do as he pleased, even after he had been shown the cuffs and chains. Actually, he had kept asking for it when the chastity and cuffs were secured, too. After that, the fox had begged for Sariks to strike again and again with his crop. That went on until he started to beg him to stop, which he did - after indulging in a couple more good strikes. It was his own fault, really.
" Hnnghh..." The male, Mek, as he called himself, tried to speak through his gag.
If all the whimpering was purely out of pain or fear he might have been inclined to apologise and let the male go. Instead, the whines were mixed with pleased growls and frustrated mutters whenever the cage around his sheath got a little too tight. Mek loved the whole thing and Sariks knew it.
" I'm thinking about talking to you." Sariks said as he pressed his claws into the male's neck. " But you're not much for conversation with the gag on."
Mek made a loud huff.
" Yeah, okay."
Reluctantly, he tooks his foot off Mek's skull and leaned down enough to undo the muzzle, pulling out the oversized phallic gag from his mouth in the process. Both of those pieces of gear were put on the coffee table.
" Thanks." Mek said in a slightly rough accent.
" Thanks... what?"
" ... Sir."
" Good boy."
" Yeah. You really had fun with that crop last night. Gonna be feeling it for days." Mek said as he slumped onto his side, staring up at the drake, clearly exhausted going by the bleary look in his eyes.
" I guess I might have to leave the next one for a week or so."
" You think I'll come back again?"
" Sure." Sariks said, simply.
" Howcome?"
He looked between the fox's legs. " Only way that cage is coming off, for starters. Plus you won't be able to help yourself. You liked it too much."
" ... fuck..." Mek laughed and flexed out his fingers and toes. " Yeah, okay."
" So, thank me for it. Properly." The drake said, dipping his foot under Mek's muzzle and giving his chin a good nudge.
" I'm not used to - "
" You saying that you're not going to?"
" ... thank you, Sir."
The smile on his scaly face got wider. " That's better."
Mek looked completely embarrassed. He would get used to it. Besides, it wasn't too much to ask to be referred to as Sir, considering that his plaything was cuffed and capable of little else but wriggling about on the floor. If Sariks was going to do him that much of a favor, it was the least he could expect in return. But...
" We can drop the Sir for a while." Sariks said.
" Appreciate that. So do you usually tie up and whip all the guys you meet?"
He shrugged. " It depends if they like it or not. It's the kind of guy I go for, at least. Most don't like the crop, so it was nice to work out my arm for a change."
Mek stared at him with his intelligent green eyes for a moment.
" Something wrong?"
The fox wriggled close so that he could place a couple of kisses on top of Sariks' foot. " Nah, nothing wrong at all. I was just wondering how far you go with this stuff."
Sariks places his mug on the coffee table and slumped into the couch, arms spread out across the back of it. " I go pretty far."
Mek grunted as he rolled back onto his belly, eyes fixed on Sariks' feet. He imagined that the fox would get a bit tired trying to stare up at him all the time. " Like how?"
" I wouldn't want to scare you off." Placing his foot back on the fox's head, he opened up wide for a yawn. " Besides, it's not something you need to worry about. You ask, and I'll go further. Otherwise I won't."
" Hmf."
" Didn't like my answer?"
He took just enough pressure of the fox's head to let him speak comfortably.
Mek took a long time to answer him. " I feel like I'll push myself too far, if I let it go that way. It's only been one night, but... I'm already sore and this thing between my legs is getting real tight. I'm afraid that I'm finding that I love it. Yeah, yeah I know. It sounds silly."
" It's fine."
" I like it, but..."
" But you'd like me to let you out."
There was a tiny nod. He did have half a mind to leave the fox in there, and to be honest Sariks might have, if he knew the submissive male better. It only took a moment to undo the chains, leaving his former captive as free as he'd been when they'd met at the club last night. Mek took a moment to crick his shoulders and stretch his limbs, standing up in front of Sariks, wearing nothing but that cage. The white fur on his belly and chest, and that lithe body of his, made the lizard feel lucky that he'd enjoyed such a good night.
They embraced for a while. Soft fur slid underneath his scaly fingertips as he ran them up the vulpine's sides. Sure, he wanted to have his way with the male, but it seemed innapropriate for a 'first date', ridiculous as that was. So they simply gave each other a small kiss, before Sariks reluctantly let the cute thing slip out of his hands.
As Mek got dressed back into his collared shirt and tatty jeans, Sariks wandered into his bedroom. He breathed out a sigh and picked up a key from its spot on the bedside table.
After coming back, it seemed as if Mek was ready to leave.
" You've got my number, right?" Mek asked.
" I've got it."
The fox reached out and closed Sariks' hand over the key. " Changed my mind. I'll see you again, big guy."
" You will."
With that, Mek left, swaying his tail over a pair of excessively tight jeans as he went.
The drake couldn't help but grin.