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Piers knew he took up a lot of space. Not in a physical sense, he knew his skinny ass could probably fit in a suitcase if he snapped his arms and legs. It was more his vibe, like a looming shadow or the silhouette of a huge ass obstagoon. Bea once claimed he had a dark aura. Considering Bea could break his spine with zero effort, there was no other interpretation, this was all about how people perceived him. Still, intimidating others had its benefits. People didn’t fuck with you when they got the vibe that you’d swallow them in a single bite. It also had its place in the bedroom, if you were a dom. Piers loved how he could make others feel small with a single glance, especially if that person was a bloody skyscraper of a human being.
The street lights in Hammerlocke were starting to come on, and the orange orbs lining the street made it look medieval. Piers liked Hammerlocke, it was dead cool looking and had a lot more to do than in Spikemuth, where the most fun was causing mayhem or shagging someone you had no business shagging. Even though it was bustling, Piers found it peaceful compared to that. And it was a nice night for an evening out with friends, not too cold, and not too hot. Although, Piers was getting to his limit of socialization, and had paid early so he could excuse himself for some air. He never had much of an appetite anyway, usually full on cigarettes and strong coffee, but he ate because it gave his mouth and hands something to do other than make shitty small talk and fidget with things. He took a drag on his cigarette, and wondered what Raihan was feeling about now. He was sure he was frustrated, horny, and probably a little bored by now. Piers couldn’t wait to go and cure his affliction. Except frustration. He had every intention of getting Raihan right pissed off.
The sound of a door opening jarred his thoughts, and he looked to the entrance of the place he’d been eating. Nessa emerged from it, dressed to the nines, makeup still on point even at this hour, but that was nothing new. She held the door open for Sonia, who was babbling something about metrics and galar particles. When he and Nessa made eye contact, she smiled. "Oh, there you are! Glad to see you didn’t just go lumbering off."
Sonia sighed when Nessa broke away, but followed her, as per usual. She did peg Piers as a sub, but he didn’t know her well enough to ask that. Piers stamped his cigarette out on his heel and met them halfway.
"Going home after this, love?" Nessa asked. Piers almost smirked, but he held it in. He had plans after this. He didn’t mind having dinner with friends on occasion, but where he was going was more his thing.
"Nah, gotta stop off at The Vault and feed my dragon,” he said, and Nessa’s eyes swirled, like whirlpools of interest. Hammerlock Vault, or simply The Vault, was nightlife code. Afterall, the actual vault closed at 9 PM. In actuality it was a sex dungeon for the freaks and geeks of Hammerlocke. It had rooms for a lot of different scenes, and was a popular spot for bachelorette parties or just someone with more extreme tastes. Some rooms were owned, some were rented. His room was paid in full, and it was bloody expensive, but worth every penny. Piers would have rather had one at his place, but he didn’t want to explain to his little sister why he needed a soundproof room with a goddamn cage.
"Hydreigon?" Sonia asked, after appearing to give his words some thought. Piers shot Nessa a knowing glance, and he could see she was trying not to grin. Sonia was book smart but a bit on the airy side, but that was ok. He didn’t want her dropping dead of embarrassment.
"Yeah, don't wanna keep him."
“Makes sense that a Hydreigon would be hungry at this time of night.”
“Mn, probably ready to pop off,” he said. Nessa couldn’t hold back her laughter that time. Sonia frowned, her lips twitching into a pout. “What’s… what’s so funny about that?”
"Oh, nothin’. Nessa love, fix my eyeliner for me, would you?" To that, Sonia’s mouth fell open. Piers was sure Sonia wasn't expecting that, but he considered it pre-gaming, trying to get in the mood for his scene. Plus, he honestly just thought it’d be fun to give Sonia a bit of a shock, not too much, just a little. Nessa just smiled, reached into her bag, and did as told. While she had harder limits than Raihan, Nessa could play the game and play it well. Sonia stared at the two, but after a moment, Piers could see the lightbulb go off in her head, and a shade of red spread all the way to her ears.
"Oh! You two are literally too much..."
“You have no idea,” Nessa chuckled, and opened her compact mirror to show the fruits of her labor. Impressive. Even though he and Nessa had been doing makeup for about the same amount of years, she still outdid him every time.
“Looks better’n when I got up this mornin’.”
“Of course it does, I did it,” she said, smug as hell. Piers rolled his eyes.
“Yeah yeah, anyway this is where we part ways. If I leave Raihan much longer he’s probably gonna start breathin’ fire.
“W-wait, Raihan? I thought you were talking about-”
“Sonia, come on I’ll tell you later,” Nessa said, taking Sonia by the arm. Sonia looked as if she was running schematics in her head, trying to figure out what kind of code was being deciphered in front of her.
“Alright, night then. See you two later. Careful goin’ home.”
“Yes, Sir, we’ll be careful,” Nessa said, without a moment's hesitation. Her gaze slid to Sonia, likely making sure to watch for any signs of understanding. There was a beat of quiet between the two, and then Sonia’s face lit up cheri red. Piers could swear she was starting to glow like a hot coal.
“Nessa!” She yelped, and Nessa started squealing with laughter, so loud he could hear it as they disappeared down the street. That time, Piers did smile.
The idea for the cage started off as a joke one day. Raihan, addict that he was, wouldn’t stop scrolling his phone. After the third wait, hold on let me just-
Piers half joked if Raihan didn’t behave himself, that he was going to tie him up and lock him in the closet, in good fun, of course. Sounds fun. Although a closet sounds kind of cramped, though? I guess if I keep acting up, you’ll just have to get creative. The challenge had gone right to Piers dick, and he harnessed that power to make it happen.
Piers unlocked his room and was immediately greeted by Raihan, naked, pretty and chained up, just like he left him. It was no wonder that Raihan was attracted to dragons from a young age. He fit the motif perfectly; beautiful, boisterous and proud. Raihan’s cute little fangs, and predatory eyes made Piers wonder if he actually was one in a past life. Even though he dwarfed most people, and oozed confidence from every pore, whenever he was in his cage, he looked so helpless. Piers loved when he did.
Raihan’s hands were looped through the bars and cuffed so that he couldn’t move around too much, but Piers had placed his phone in his hands on his way out. Just in case Raihan needed to call him back, but it was more to help him feed his phone addiction. Other than that, he was at Piers' mercy, and he relied on Piers to do everything for him. If he was good, he could receive pleasure, and if he was bad… Piers loved the rush of setting him straight.
When they locked eyes, Raihan's gaze sharpened, and his cock twitched between the bars. Piers knew Raihan tended to get soft in his absence, and he found it cute how the sound of his dom coming back perked him up.
“Aw, did my pretty dragon miss me?”
“Ugh, unchain me you rat bastard.”
Piers chuckled, Raihan was already in brat mode. Fine by him. “Oi, don’t order me around. I’ll do it when I feel like it.”
Raihan smiled, but his eyebrow twitched in irritation. "Fine. But why’d you have to leave the cuffs on?"
“Cause’ I felt like it,” Piers said with a mocking smile. Raihan threw back his head and groaned, or roared, Piers thought. Cute as his frustration was, it was time to do his first check and make sure Raihan was good to go.
“How’re you holdin’ up?”
“Not bad, but I’ve had about enough of the cage. Getting tired of standing.”
“Alright, let’s get you out of there. Need water?”
"Sure. Don't want my throat to be all dry when your cock fills it." Raihan's toothy grin set Piers' soul on fire, and the husk in his voice went right to his dick.
"Yeah, nobody wants that,” he said, and unlocked the cuffs and the cage.
Raihan stepped out and stretched performatively, the lean muscles of his back and arms tightening. Piers wasn't sure where he wanted to look the most. Eventually, the shining, silver O-ring on his collar, resting against Raihan’s defined collar bone, drew his eye. Even after all these years he was impressed with how goddam gorgeous this man was.
After a few gulps of water, Raihan perked back up. He requested the cuffs stay on, which Piers had no problem accommodating.
“Alright, ready Raihan?”
“Damn straight I am!”
"Then be a good boy and kneel,” Piers said, and Raihan shrank to the floor without a word, down on all fours. He bit his lip, and wore his trademark lazy smile as he awaited his next command. Piers undid his pants, and chuckled at the hunger in Raihan’s eyes. The way his pupils grew to take more in, focused like a predator, was so metal. Piers stroked his cock, and held it out like a treat for his pet.
"Come,” he ordered, and Raihan crawled over, his eyes still focused on Piers’ cock, but he made sure to meet his eye once or twice, to make sure he was following his orders correctly.
“Mouth." Raihan’s pupils started to shrink, and he glanced up in defiance. After a few orders, he’d start to get mouthy again. But Piers was into it, and he knew Raihan actually liked to be ordered around. He’d always act like a baby about it. It conflicted with his pride. Piers found it cute. In this particular instance, Raihan’s lust was a lot stronger than his pride, and his mouth dropped open, obediently.
“Good boy, Raihan, you can start.”
Raihan leaned forward, and Piers shivered at the surge of adrenaline he got at the sight of those fangs. He knew Raihan would never bite him, but he found it thrilling, sinking into that warm maw of sharp teeth. When Piers filled his mouth, Raihan moaned and kept going, slow and steady, until Piers was fully swallowed, magic cross and all. Piers bit his lip, and savored the perfect heat, melting him on all sides. The only thing hotter than the wet embrace of Raihan’s throat was the fact that Piers was the one who trained him to do that. It took Piers back to the earlier days, of Raihan looking up at him with uncertain eyes as he tried, and failed, to swallow him all. Now Raihan was a pro cock-sucker, and he was bloody proud of it.
"Fuck, that mouth of yours...How’se it taste, Raihan?"
Raihan pulled back. "It's-"
"Did I say you could stop?"
Raihan stared up at Piers, eyes wide. He looked torn between asking who Piers thought he was talking to, and asking Piers to grab the back of his head and use his throat until his eyes rolled back. After a moment's thought, Raihan decided to behave himself, leaned forward, and swallowed Piers again.
"...Mhphgud," he muttered. Piers just had to laugh. Raihan looked good with his lips wrapped around his dick, making him talk with his mouth full was just for extra fun. Despite Raihan’s glare, Piers knew it lit a masochistic fire in his guts.
"Hmm, didn't catch that."
" Iffsgoof " Raihan growled, and let the tip slide down his throat again. He was getting mad, but starting to squirm, desperate for friction, but knowing better than to touch himself without permission. Piers grinned.
"Can't understand you, mate. Why don't we try again?"
That time, Raihan pulled back. The annoyed smile reappeared on his lips, and his brow twitched again. "I said ‘fuck you’."
Piers chuckled. "Alright, go on Rai, have your treat."
"Thank you, Sir."
Piers gave Raihan free rein to do what he wanted for a bit, although he had an idea of what he’d do. Raihan leaned in, and dragged his tongue from Piers’ bottom stud, up to the top. He always traced the cross. Piers remembered when Raihan first did it, and what he said. It must’ve hurt like hell, yeah? Well, I want to appreciate it then. Gotta be dedicated to to do something that nuts. All with that toothy smile.
Piers bit his lip, and his cock jumped against Raihan’s tongue. It was one of his favorite sights, watching Raihan, meticulously tracing up, left, right, and again. Piers had always thought it an act of worship, and it really got him going. But Raihan could take much worse, and it was time to up the tempo.
Piers wrapped his hand around Raihan’s locs, using his ponytail to anchor him in place, and forced it all in at once. Raihan’s eyes bugged, and he struggled for a bit, but the haze of lust returned to his eyes like always. He looked up, and pleaded with his eyes, begging for Piers to rut his throat, treat him like a good slut. Piers was happy to do just that.
"You're… you’re doin' so good for me doll. D’you like it when I fill your throat? H-uh?" Piers growled, words coming harder as he exerted himself. Raihan moaned, something that sounded like "mhmn!", and started to furrow his brows. So goddamn hot. So goddamn good. Piers bit his lip again, harder, this time. He was getting close, and he wanted to cum in Raihan, spill his seed, and make him swallow it. Piers let out a yelp, and held Raihan against his pelvis, releasing into his warm embrace. Raihan growled around his cock, but like a good boy, he took it. His throat flexed as he swallowed, and he milked Piers of every last drop. Once Piers spent all he had, he let Raihan go, and he damn near collapsed.
Raihan pulled back with a gasp, taking huge gulps of air as he sat on his heels. He looked so sexy, glimmering with sweat and panting in exertion. Piers let him be for a bit, at least until he could speak again.
"Ahh... ah, y-you’re such a dick. I fucking love it.”
“I know you do. Glad you’re enjoyin’ it.”
Raihan grinned, his lip dimpled by that one razor sharp fang. “Thought you were gonna rail me, though?" he asked. He looked so cute and disappointed. It was a good look, Piers loved when his pet was needy. Piers came down to Raihan’s eye level and sat on his hunches. He grabbed Raihan’s hair and pulled him into a kiss, enjoying how soft his lips were, and how hot it was to taste himself on Raihan.
"Rail you? Doll, when I'm done I'm gonna bloody own you, just be patient for me. Can you do that?” Piers said when he broke the kiss. Raihan had that look in his eye. Intense, and yet, so passive. Piers loved that look. Raihan nodded silently.
"How are you holdin' up, love?"
Piers looked past his phone at Raihan, rolled on his back like a Yamper looking for belly rubs. His eyes were closed, and with his arms behind his head, his muscles stretched taut. He looked so ridiculously hot, and Piers could feel he was ready to get back in action. Raihan smiled, but kept his eyes closed. "Oh, not bad. I'm trying to get my guts rearranged soon, though, if you don't mind."
Piers chuckled. "You should’ve spoken up sooner. Alright then, get up, I want you on your knees." Piers uncrossed his legs and put his foot down by Raihan’s head, hard enough to give him a fright. He looked cute when he was startled, eyes wide and pupils rounded. Raihan had started to get soft during the quiet, but from the looks of it, he was waking up now. He did as Piers asked, and rolled to his hands and knees, and the handcuffs rattled against the floor. Piers made him wait a bit, watching him in silence as he rummaged for his lube. When he stood, Raihan bowed, lifting his ass up and displaying himself for Piers.
“Hm, pretty,” Piers said, slicking his fingers and rubbing that perfect, puckered hole with his thumb. Raihan twitched and rubbed up against the sensation, looking over his shoulder with that delirious, needy look in his eyes. This was the first time he'd ever touched Raihan here. Piers was glad to see he was eager. “Looks like Leon trained it up right for me.”
Piers slipped a finger inside, and Raihan whined. So, the Great Raihan was that sensitive. It was the first time his voice had gotten that high tonight, and Piers was determined to rip more cute sounds out of him before the sun came up. He pumped his finger, and Raihan backed up to chase it. “Ohh, fuck… fuck , Piers— I mean Sir… I’m...”
“Quiet down.”
Raihan stopped babbling, and let Piers stretch him in relative silence, other than the soft gasps. When he slipped in another finger, Raihan started to rock back. Piers licked his lips and focused on the sensation of Raihan around him, how tight and hot he was, and how much better it’d feel around his cock. It was about time he found out.
Piers entered slowly, letting Raihan adjust, and savoring his little twitches. Not everyone liked the feeling of metal rubbing inside them, so he crept in, watching for any sign that Raihan wanted to stop, but he never complained. He just panted, looking back with his eyes wide, and lips parted.
"Woah.. that's... that's bloody wild."
"How do the studs feel, too much?
"No, I love it... Come on, be rough with me..." Raihan whined, and the sound rolled down Piers' spine, like crackling electricity. That’s what Piers liked to hear, and he was going to do just that.
Piers grunted when his hips connected with Raihan. His asshole was throbbing like crazy, and it felt like Raihan was trying to suck him down, right to his very core. It was fucking luxurious . When Raihan looked over his shoulder, eyes full of need, Piers smirked. "Mn. Needy lil' fuckhole, innit it?"
Raihan simply nodded, beyond words by now. He knew it was true. Piers had always wanted to fuck Raihan, but was surprised at how much he was loving it. It wasn’t that he thought he’d hate it, but the absolutely starved look on his face was not what he expected. Piers found it flattering, but unfortunately for Raihan, flattery would get him nowhere. Piers wanted him subdued. He cracked his hips, hard, against Raihan, and he let out a growl. “ Yes! Ahh, that’s… that’s it, more.”
“More what ?”
“More, please…”
“ What was that?”
" Sir ,” he quickly added. Piers chuckled, Raihan had almost forgotten in his frenzy. Since he was being good, Piers gave him what he wanted, and fucked him proper, rolling his hips and pressing deep.
In his desperation for more, Raihan clapped his hand down on Piers' hip. Piers’s eyes flicked to Raihan’s hand, so strong, squeezing his hip so tight Piers thought it would bruise. He rolled his eyes. So disobedient… he mused, reached out, and gave Raihan a good, hard spank. Raihan let out a yelp of surprise. Even though Raihan was a lot stronger than him, Piers was stronger than he looked, and he made sure to make it hurt. The red handprint was faint on Raihan’s complexion, but it was there, and it was all his. Raihan’s pupils shrank in his iris, and he growled through gritted teeth. The signs of a tantrum. Piers knew it was coming, but he loved to see it.
"Piers… ” he snarled, his fangs looking especially dangerous with that look in his eye. Saliva strung between his fangs as he panted, feral as the way he battled. Piers smirked, Raihan was getting desperate.
"You wanna be a brat? Fine, fuck yourself on it."
Raihan glared over his shoulder, his eyes were like orbs of cyan fire. It gave Piers chills. If fans thought Raihan was like a dragon in battle, he wished they could see him in bed. He looked about ready to fire off a hyper beam and level the place. Thankfully, Raihan had reached the point of no return, where his desire greatly outweighed his pride. He'd be a good boy from here on out.
Raihan rolled his ass back against Piers until it rested comfortably against his pelvis, and Piers sighed. Raihan's insides were smoldering, and he moved with such erotic excellence. It was art, really. Piers wanted to write about it, write lyrics about what it felt like to watch The Great Raihan in the act. Maybe he would, he was certain Raihan would love the idea if he used enough metaphors to hide behind.
Piers reached down and gave Raihan another spank. "Faster."
" Yes , Sir,” he yelped, and picked up the pace. Back against Piers and forward, back and forward. Raihan made sure to reach the base every time, but doing that would make it harder to keep the tempo. Piers spanked him once more, and Raihan tossed his head back.
"Faster!"
" Fuck! Y-yes Sir,” Raihan keened, and pressed his head to the ground for leverage. He gave all he had, and it felt fucking good. But Piers wasn’t done with his torture, and gripped Raihan’s ass, tight, in his hands.
“I said faster . That's really all you got?” Piers sucked his teeth and pulled out of Raihan in one smooth movement. The way his hole twitched around nothing was too hot, if Piers wasn’t setting the scene, he may have dived right back in. Raihan looked on the verge of murder.
" Piers you bloody dickhead !"
"Don’t worry, if you’re not gonna do it right, I will. Get up here."
Raihan sat himself down on the loveseat, and scooched his butt to the edge. When Piers climbed on top of him, he was surprised when Raihan's ankles hit his shoulders, and he linked the cuffs behind his head, pulling him closer. After all the whining and snarling, Raihan had the audacity to look smug. There wasn’t anything Piers could do about it, either, Raihan was stronger than him. He sighed. Still a brat to the bitter end.
"You just refuse to act right, huh?"
"Damn straight. What are you gonna do about it, Sir ?"
Piers revved up, and cracked his hips against Raihan, right into his prostate. He could feel his legs shudder, but Raihan tried his best to stay composed. Piers gave Raihan his best evil smile, and leaned in, right by his ear.
"I'm gonna wreck you," he growled, and Raihan bit his lip.
"Y-yeah?"
Piers thrusted again, hard enough that it stung his hips. Raihan tossed his head back that time. "Yeah. You're gonna feel me for days."
"Ahh, s-soo good... I—I want to ...Don't you dare pull out."
"Fine. Then apologize,” Piers said, and made sure to fill Raihan deep, right to his core and hit his prostate again. Raihan’s eyes fluttered back that time. His cheeks started to deepen in color and it spread all the way to the tips of his ears. Piers smirked in triumph.
"Sorry, Sir. Won't happen again," Raihan said, more rushed than obedient. Piers chuckled. It was about time to give Raihan what he deserved.
Piers finally gave in and devoured Raihan, not holding back anymore. He claimed him like he owned him, and the sounds that fell from Raihan’s mouth were sinful and perfect. His hole fluttering around him was so good, it made Piers want to test Raihan, see if he could cum from his asshole, but he wasn’t ready to do that. He needed to be trained.
Piers dragged his thumb down the underside of Raihan’s cock, stopping to tease the slit, and twirling his slick about the head. He watched Raihan’s expression as he carefully watched the act, before flicking his eyes back up to Piers. He was begging again. Starving for his release.
“What’s the matter, Raihan? Use your words.”
" W-want to cum... " It was half growl, half whine, and cute as hell. Raihan was coming undone, pupils blown out, begging like a good boy. He was at the point where he relied on Piers for everything. Piers almost wanted to deny him, just to see him scream and snarl, call him a prick, tell him he hated him. Piers loved that. But Raihan was just being so good.
"You wanna cum, love?"
" Ahh...ahh...Yes, please Sir. Please, make me cum . Please! "
“Alright then, here you go,” Piers growled, leaning in to bite Raihan’s collar bone. He reached down and gripped his dick, let it fill his hand, stroked him in time with his thrusts. Raihan was panting, the color in his eyes was just a thin O around the pool of black. Through the haze of lust and pleasure, Piers’ wondered if Raihan could even see, or if he’d just completely succumbed. He was going, going…
Raihan’s blown out pupils dissapeared when his eyes snapped closed, and his brows furrowed.The only words he could manage was a guttural Fuck, y-yes yes! through gritted teeth as he let go. Liquid fire splashed against Piers’s belly, and Raihan milked his dick without mercy. Piers always had better stamina than Raihan, but that had nearly set him off. He couldn't hold out much longer. “Doin’ so... good for me Raihan. Want… t-to, want to fill your guts.”
“Piers...G-god, do it, fill me up… want it, want to feel you,” Piers was surprised to hear Raihan answer at all, but that’s all he needed to hear. He let pleasure swallow him, shooting inside of Raihan, feeling him pulse all around him. His rhythm was so perfect, like he was trying to suck his cum deeper, maybe he was. When Piers’ vision came back, he found himself absently kissing Raihan’s neck, and that he had wrapped his arms around him at some point, though he didn’t remember doing so. He pulled back to get a good look at his work, Raihan was panting, but he looked totally serene. That was one satisfied looking dragon.
“You’re droolin’ a bit there, doll.”
Raihan laughed and wiped his mouth on his wrist, his other cuffed hand coming up as he did. “Hah? Oh fuck, I am. You really just factory reset my brain,” he said, letting out a roar of laughter. He was lazy, relaxed Raihan again.
“Well then, how’d I do my first time? Was sub Raihan everything you dreamed of?”
“Bloody incredible, yeah. I’d love to do this again.”
“Well, that makes two of us.” Piers kissed Raihan’s forehead, and started to pull out of him. When Raihan flinched, he stopped moving.
“That... thing about feeling you for days…”
Piers laughed out loud, and gave Raihan a minute before moving again. “Yeah, that wasn’t just for dramatic effect.”
“Damn, that’s hot. Might have to call off work tomorrow, though... What should I send Leon?”
Right, if Raihan wanted to call off work, he did have to go through Leon now. Piers hummed in consideration. “Hmmm… Guess you could tell him I came for his throne.”
Raihan scoffed, but the look in his eye suggested that he had every intention of telling him just that.