Kota sat completely naked and bound to the chair, the rough tape still sealed over his mouth, the zip ties around his wrists and ankles now loose enough that he could slip free whenever he wanted. But he stayed still, pretending to be fully restrained, his eyes locked on Yuki with a mix of irritation and raw, undeniable need.
As much as he hated the objectification, the way Yuki and Kin treated him like some prize dragon to be tamed, his body was screaming for release. The constant, unnatural fullness in his balls had built back up to an unbearable pressure, the new, thicker cock already rock-hard and throbbing heavily against his thigh, leaking steadily onto the floor in long, clear strings.
He needed to fuck.
Badly.
So when Yuki straddled his lap and started talking shit about taming the dragon, Kota grinned behind the tape, eyes narrowing with dark amusement. He couldn't speak, but the look he gave Yuki said everything: That seems like it's all talk. Are you sure you can take me?
Yuki grinned right back, eyes sparkling with arrogant confidence as he reached down and guided the fat, leaking head of Kota's massive cock to his tight entrance. "The dragon isn't supposed to talk back," he purred, voice dripping with dominance even as he slowly lowered himself. "So the beast tamer has to fuck the disobedience out of him. Don't worry, stallion… I'll break you in nice and slow until you learn who owns this cock."
He took the tip first, the stretched rim parting around the swollen head with a wet, audible pop. Yuki's breath hitched, but he kept going, sinking down another inch, then another, his massive, shelf-like ass spreading wide as he took more of the impossible girth. "See? I can handle any dick size. There's no cock that could ever make me moa— AGHHHHHHHHHH!"
The high-pitched moan tore out of Yuki's throat the moment his legs gave out, the sheer thickness and length overwhelming him all at once. His knees buckled, and he dropped the rest of the way down in one sudden, brutal slide, impaling himself completely on Kota's cock until his plump ass was flush against Kota's hips.
The stretch was brutal, his walls forced open wider than they had ever been, the fat head pressing deep against his prostate as his entire body shuddered violently.
"Oh fuck—fuck—fuckkkkkk—" Yuki panted, arms wrapping tightly around Kota's shoulders as he hugged him for support, face buried in the crook of his neck while broken, whimpering moans spilled out nonstop.
"It's so deep—too deep—holy shit—your cock is splitting me—ahh—ahh—ahh—"
Kota couldn't speak with the tape over his mouth, but he didn't need to. He egged Yuki on with his eyes and the subtle roll of his hips, pushing up just enough to grind the head harder against that sensitive spot. The message was clear: I thought the great beast tamer was better than that.
Yuki tried to act tough, lifting his head with a shaky, arrogant smirk even as his legs trembled uncontrollably. "It's… it's not even that big," he lied through gritted teeth, voice cracking on the last word.
"I've taken bigger—mmph—I can handle this easy. You're just… just a big dumb dragon who thinks he's special."
But inside Yuki's mind, it was pure panic.
Holy shit holy shit holy shittt this dick is gonna fuck up my guts. I wasn't really serious about the dragon thing, I was just talking shit to sound hot. Fuck, it's so thick, I can feel it in my stomach. I should have bought those monster dildos to prepare. Why did I think I could just hop on this thing? It's rearranging my insides. I'm not sure if I can keep bouncing. My legs are already shaking. If I move too fast I'm gonna cum untouched and look like a pathetic slut. Breathe, Yuki. Just breathe. Don't let him see you struggling. You're the beast tamer. Act like it.
He composed himself enough to save face, forcing a cocky little laugh as he started bouncing again — slow and controlled at first, then gradually picking up speed, his massive ass rising and falling on Kota's lap with wet, heavy claps. "As the beast tamer," he panted, trying to keep the dirty talk going while his hole clenched desperately around the invading girth, "my hole has to be molded perfectly to the dragon's cock. It has to stretch until it's the exact same shape… so it's a perfect fit. The dragon can only be properly tamed when its cock reshapes the beast tamer's insides. That's why I have to take every inch… why I have to bounce until you're addicted to this ass—ahh—fuck—see? I'm handling it just fine—"
But even as he yapped, Yuki was actively cumming. His little cocklet twitched and spurted weakly between their bodies, painting Kota's abs with thin ropes while his hole spasmed rhythmically around the thick shaft. His legs shook harder, the bounces turning sloppy and desperate, but he kept talking, voice cracking between moans.
"You're mine now, dragon… gonna ride you until you only cum for me—mmph—gonna make this cock forget every other hole—ahh—fuck—yes—stretch me more—make me gape—good dragon—such a big, strong dragon for your beast tamer—"
Kota watched him struggle, the mix of arrogance and barely-hidden panic only making him harder. Yuki's ponytail bounced wildly with every drop, black hair swaying as he tried to keep up the tough act, but his body betrayed him completely, ass rippling, hole fluttering, little cocklet leaking nonstop while he came again and again from the sheer stretch alone.
The wet slap of his plump cheeks against Kota's lap grew louder, the sounds turning messier as more cum leaked out around the thick base, dripping down Kota's balls and onto the chair below.
Yuki kept bouncing, kept yapping, kept cumming, his voice a broken mix of dirty talk and desperate whimpers as he tried to maintain the illusion that he was still in control.
"You feel that? My hole is molding to you already—perfect fit—gonna keep you locked inside me forever—ahh—fuck—good dragon—cum for your beast tamer—fill me up—make me drip for days—"
The sexual tension in the room was electric, Yuki's body trembling violently on top of Kota while he continued to ride through orgasm after orgasm, the constant stream of filthy affirmations spilling from his lips even as his legs threatened to give out completely. Kota could feel every flutter, every desperate clench, every wet slap as the "beast tamer" tried to tame the dragon and failed spectacularly, his own massive cock buried deep and throbbing inside the overstretched, quivering hole. Yuki's ponytail was a mess now, strands sticking to his sweaty face as he bounced harder, moaning and cumming and yapping all at once, completely lost in the overwhelming stretch while still trying to act like he had the upper hand.
The scene stretched on, Yuki's voice growing hoarser, his bounces sloppier, his little cocklet spurting again and again as he repeated the dirty talk like a broken record, determined to keep the fantasy alive even as his body clearly surrendered to the dragon he had claimed to tame.