"Good morning, sir. What's on the agenda today?"

"I think I will go see how my new pet is doing, first."

It had been four months since the silver dragon had purchased Ketala from The Sapphire Palace. Though Mr. Harana considered it a very worthy purchase, it was hard to gauge if the 10-year-old hyena was truly happy.

The silver dragon disrobed and dropped the dressing gown to the floor, which was quickly scooped up by one of his servers, before he strode over towards the shower and turned it on, washing him dutifully. He was a toned and athletic individual, and his figure and appearance were very important to him-- as the head of his company and part of the Harana bloodline, it was important that he kept up appearance and portrayed himself as an authoritative figure, one who could lead a nation. Every unblemished scale, every muscle, were all a means to an end in that regard.

He showered for no longer than 10 or 20 minutes before he stepped out, and the same servant as before handed him a new, fresh robe to dry himself off with. The man slipped his feet into a pair of slippers and strode, unprompted and confidently, towards the door, stepping out into the hallway beyond. He wasn't in the tall apartment-like building that he had been in before when he'd first purchased Ketala-- that was something of a 'home away from home', that he used on business. A couple of days after Ketala's purchase, Mr. Harana and several escorts, along with Ketala, had left for the dragon's actual home; a manor on the outskirts of the city, well guarded and protected, which he called 'Silver Hall'-- it was to be Ketala's new home.

The dragon walked, striding down the wide and expansive hallway until his journey took him out of his own designated wing and into the main lobby of the house. There, several maids and butlers were already dutifully waiting for him, but he waved a hand at them as he strode past.

"Prepare breakfast for two, and bring it to the west wing." He commanded, and he heard their collective response of approval and agreement. With that, he made a nod to the servant that had been following along behind him, effectively dismissing them, before he walked on his own through the western wing of the house. Ketala had been granted nothing but luxury-- though his nights and some of his days were filled with training, passion and brutal sex, the rest of the time he was granted nothing but the finest luxuries: the best food, the most expensive clothes, and was treated with the utmost care. There was no determination about his future-- Mr. Harana fully intended to train the boy to his personal pet, from now until the end of time.

The dragon hovered briefly outside the door leading into Ketala's room, before he twisted the handle and pushed it open. Inside, the room was quiet and quaint; it had been made to Ketala's whims and specifications, but some things were off-limits. His choice of colours, bedding and most of the furniture were his own, and that was reflected in the lack of any defining furniture. He had only a bed and a desk that he could call his own, as well as a small shelf of books. The rest, however, was at the dragon's insistence-- a wardrobe of toys, a number of BDSM apparatus, and more lay scattered around the room.

"Ketala." The dragon spoke clearly and the grunt that followed informed him of where the boy was. He strode across the room and stared down at the 10-year-old, who laid sprawled across the bed. The dragon had to wonder if the boy had stayed up too late, but then he recalled that he'd left him tied up on his bed before. It seemed that someone had come and untied him since...that wasn't a problem, however. Mr. Harana's intention was never to harm the boy.

"Good morning." The dragon hummed and rounded the bed, sitting on the edge of it, near the 10-year-old's body. At first, Ketala didn't move, but then he slowly rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling of his room, before he turned his head and stared the dragon right in the eyes. He didn't say anything, but the dragon didn't expect him to. Wordlessly, the silver reptile reached out and cupped a hand across the hyena's cheek, and Ketala didn't even flinch; he continued to stare, unmoving, his eyes looking a bit bleary and groggy.

"...Good," The dragon was pleased that the hyena didn't flinch. "You don't cower at my touch."

"I'm not afraid of you." Ketala replied simply, but his voice was quiet, like a murmur. The dragon stared deep into his eyes, but there was no warmth there-- what he said was a fact, not a sentiment. The dragon absently twisted his thumb outwards and put it over the boy's eyes, trailing down the length of the scar on the hyena's right eye. He still didn't know much about it and, thus far, hadn't ordered Ketala to explain how he got it.

"As you shouldn't be," Mr. Harana continued. "You are my pet, and you will serve me for many years to come...but I will never harm you, and you will want for nothing in my presence."

Ketala averted his gaze, and the dragon could understand why. Though he meant every word of not harming the boy, the very nature of his training is to get him used to pain and discomfort, to train him to take punishment...and on occasion, he was sometimes a little too rough with the boy. Ketala, however, had soon learnt not to make a complaint-- Mr. Harana had allowed it at first, but began to punish him for it eventually until he stopped.

Slowly, the dragon's hand moved, trailing from the hyena's cheek to his grey-furred neck and further, brushing across his white chest. He trailed the contours of the boy's chest, exploring the lack of muscle definition, before he shuffled closer. Ketala squirmed briefly as he laid there, but he made no complaint as the dragon's hand drifted lower and lower, slowly pulling down the covers with the back of his hand as he drifted down to the 10-year-old's pelvis. The dragon studied the boy's face as he drifted his digits lower, and though the cub visibly tensed when those adult fingers touched with his small, young cock, the dragon was surprised to find it flaccid.

"...Again?" Mr. Harana was disappointed, but measured his tone neutrally. This was a point of retention with the boy recently, who seemed to not get aroused as easily as he used to. The dragon wistfully missed when his loins would spring up at even the lightest touch, and as the dragon's fingers tried to stroke and coax the cock to life, a twinge of frustration spread around his stomach at the lack of a response from the boy, both audible and physically.

Ketala didn't seem to know what to say-- though he didn't resist the man's advances and his roaming touch, the dragon could see he was disinterested, especially with the way he hung his head to the side and wouldn't even look at the man. The man buried down that resentment, understand the hyena's awkwardness, and he slowly rose from his seat on the bed. Ketala turned his head to stare at him and his gaze flicked down at the dragon reached towards his waist, tugging at the fabric tie that kept his gown around his body. He removed it, revealing his nakedness and his slowly growing erection, before he climbed back up onto the bed, taking that fabric tie with him.

"It seems I need to coax something out of you," The dragon muttered, settling into a position atop the boy and reaching over with his hand. "Tell me, do you feel ungrateful?"

"I..." Ketala didn't know what to say and wordlessly obeyed his master's movements, raising his arms and allowing the dragon to wrap the cincture around his wrists, before looping it around the wooden poles that served at the upper part of the headboard, with a cushioned section beneath. He fastened and tightened the cincture until the boy couldn't move his arms and, now satisfied, the dragon slid back, reaching his hands down to spread the Hyena's legs so he could settle in between them.

"Have you wanted for anything but freedom?" He continued. "Has your stomach been empty? Your needs not sated?"

"N...No, Master." Ketala quietly agreed with him, his ears drooping slightly, and the dragon settled his hands on the 10-year-old's hips and squeezed, his turgid cock nestling itself against the boy's flaccid package. It throbbed and twitched against his inner thigh, eager for more, and for a moment the dragon simply stared at him, admiring his body-- it was the main reason that he'd bought him. He was clearly damaged goods; scared marked his body, predominantly along his stomach and chest, but there was some around his inner thighs too, though they were slimmer and smaller than the ones on his front. Mr. Harana absently reached a hand over to trail a finger along one and the hyena visibly tensed and arched his back, just a little, his wrists struggling slightly against the binding. He clearly disliked the man taking notice of them.

"These scars..." The dragon began as he slid back, withdrawing his hand and positioning himself down, wedging the dry end of his cock between the boy's cheeks. "Are a symbol of your suffering, but also of your survival...and in turn, that survival brought you to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes." The hyena grunted, and the silver dragon felt the cub's cheeks clenching against his intrusion. The man quietly spat into his palm and worked it across the length of his cock, but left that head dry, though not for long. With each throb, pre-cum oozed from his tip and smeared across the boy's innards.

"Yes, Master." The dragon corrected, and with a grunt he pushed forwards, penetrating the boy rather unceremoniously. The hyena sucked in a breath, but somehow managed to endure, and he barely made a sound as that cock slid deeper and deeper, slowly but surely, until the man's pelvis kissed with the cub's cheeks. He settled there for a moment and reached out with his right hand, trailing across the scars again, up towards the boy's chest. He thumbed across his nipple and pinched, squeezing enough to make the hyena suck in another harsh breath-- there was clearly some pain, enough to make his innards clamp down instinctively, and the dragon quietly relished the feeling for multiple reasons.

"Whenever you look at these scars," The dragon continued at his slid back, mildly irritated by the lack of response from the hyena's loins. "Look at them with gratitude, for they have led you to me...and never again will you be in a position where you will have to get new scars."

A silence fell between them for a moment and the hyena stared at the dragon, before averting his gaze, his lower muzzle wobbling. He looked embarrassed, but that suited the dragon just fine-- he only stated what was true, and what he felt was right. With that, he slid forwards again, catching the cub off guard and making him squeeze tighter than before, which the man naturally relished. He tugged back and began in on a series of ample, steady thrusts, his attention focussed less on his own pleasure and more on getting the boy off.

After a few minutes, however, he realised that was going to be a problem-- it didn't matter how fast, rough, slow or otherwise Mr. Harana was with the boy, there was no way to stimulate his loins. Though he loved the sight of that bouncing little cock, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed. He wanted to question Ketala on it, but harbouring resentment or making the boy uncomfortable wasn't necessarily a good idea, nor was getting hard and orgasming from his cock really the point of the boy's 'role' in the dragon's life; he was trained to serve, not to please himself. To that end, the dragon eventually switched tact, turning his attention to his own pleasure instead. He started to pick up speed, leaning forwards and planting his hands down on the blankets on either side of the boy as he stared down at his face. Despite the boy not getting hard, his cheeks did at least look a little flushed, and the sight and sound of his grunting and straining briefly with each powerful thrust was enamouring, to say the least.

The reptile slowly began to pound his hips, his rhythm picking up slightly as he became not necessarily enamoured, but definitely interested in the hyena's expression. He didn't have the same fire in his eyes that he did before-- instead, it was cold and steely, like the gaze of someone calculating their next move, and for some reason, the dragon found it incredibly attractive. He slowly eased most of his weight onto one hand as the other drifted up to the boy's neck, where he pressed gently before curling it up to his cheek. Ketala stared right into his eyes without even a shred of defiance in his expression, and the dragon impulsively lowered his head, planting a kiss upon the boy's lips. The difference in the sizes of their maws and muzzles was palpable, but Mr. Harana didn't linger for long. He deepened the kiss only slightly, licking against the hyena's closed muzzle as he plunged forwards, shuddering atop the boy as a grunt escaped his lips.

With a sigh, he sagged his head to the side and grazed briefly across the cub's neck, his body bent inwards to allow him to do so. With that final plunge he'd climaxed, spurt after spurt emptying from his pulsing cock into the boy's insides. Ketala briefly arched his back against him and strained against the bindings, letting out a grunt from the exertion of the deep penetration. The dragon was satisfied that, at least for a moment, he'd elicited a reaction out of him-- though whether it was positive or not, that was hard to say.

After a few moments, the dragon eased up, briefly admiring the bulge he was creating in the hyena's stomach before he slowly slid back. A lewd wet squelch resounded from the motion and Ketala briefed groaned, but still his crotch laid dormant, not even remotely stirred. He breathed a sigh, realising he couldn't do much about it at that moment, and as he moved to withdraw completely and slide off the boy, the door to the bedroom clicked open to reveal their breakfast, carried by servants across the room. It was a rich array of toast, cereal, freshly squeezed orange juice and more, but the dragon had no intention of staying around and eating.

"I'll be busy today, so you'll have the majority of the day to yourself," Mr. Harana explained. "I shall be back in the evening, however, so prepare yourself accordingly."

"Yes, Master." Ketala knew just how to reply, and with a hum of satisfaction, Mr. Harana rose and leant over to untie the boy from his bindings, so that he could use his hands. When loosened, the Hyena leant forwards and rubbed his wrists as the servants placed the trays on the bed in front of him, dutifully standing nearby in case he needed anything else. The dragon plucked a single slice of toast from one of the plates and chewed it briefly, before he leant down and planted a kiss atop Ketala's head. The hyena kept his gaze down, but raised it to watch the dragon leave as the reptile sauntered, naked, across the room towards the door. His scales glittered in the light as the servants opened the curtains, bathing the room in the glow of the sun, and Ketala seemed to be briefly captivated by the sight. Mr. Harana, however, didn't look back to see if he was watching, and left the room with confidence.

He would have loved to stay all day and sate his appetite for the cub, but the truth of the matter is that he was a business first, and a lover second. Regardless of his desires for the boy who he had so diligently trained to take his cock, he still had to keep up appearances as the head of his own company and as part of the Harana bloodline...to that end, he needed to socialise. As it was, he had someone he had to meet; they weren't quite a 'friend' yet, but the connotations of their meeting were effectively a date. However, it wasn't until the evening-- before that, he needed to see to some board meetings. He picked out a formal suit, dressed, and was driven to his main company building.

As he 'worked', he was distracted, both with the thoughts of the date in the evening, and coming home to his pet. Thankfully, the day went by quicker than he had anticipated, and though he wanted to drive all the way back to Silver Hall, he ended up stopping by an apartment he had in the city instead, and it was there that he changed into more suitable clothes. He discarded his formal suit for a form-fitting, but casual button-up shirt and opted for jeans instead of his trousers, completing the look with a simple black jacket, in case it got cold-- it had thermal lining to help the reptile regular his body heat. His friend was expecting him at 7, and he couldn't afford to be late.

Their choice of location was a quaint little traditional Japanese tea house that his friend had picked out, and Mr. Harana arrived right in schedule. Each of the rooms to sample and enjoy the tea were enclosed and private, which gave them plenty of time to talk and enjoy themselves without being disturbed-- they didn't only serve tea either, but also some foodstuffs and, more important, alcohol, be it traditional Sake or Yuzushu. When the dragon arrived, he stated his name and was directly down the tea hall towards one of the rooms, and as the sliding door was opened to allow him inside, he was greeted to his 'date': a deer, by the name of Isaiah Chrome.

"Shiro! Good to see you." To many, the name 'Chrome' meant very little, but to Mr. Harana, or rather Shirokiyo-- Shiro, for short-- the Chrome family were close business partners for the dragon's company. Though his brothers and sisters had gone to form their own conglomerates, mergers and multi-national companies, Shirokiyo had based the majority of his work in Japan, and dealt with a number of imports and exports on a regular basis. The Chrome company was a well known, local shipping business that Shiro had regular dealings with, and Isaiah was another employee in that chain. There was a lot more him than met the eye, but Shiro was not yet privy to it-- all he knew was that the deer, with his brown fur, cream spots and short antlers, was not the owner of his company; that privilege was down to his father.

"Isaiah. It's good to see you too." The dragon hummed, and at his gesture he took a seat opposite him, getting down onto his knees on the floor seat before a short table, where it looked as if Isaiah had already gotten tea served. There wasn't just tea, either-- several bottles of alcohol, ranging from spirits to beers, sat on the far side of the table, waiting for them to use at their leisure.

"Did you order some food?" Shiro asked and the deer shook his head, leaning over to take a bottle of what looked to be quite the hard spirit. He poured out two shot glasses and pushed one over to the dragon with a sly grin. Shiro couldn't resist, and after a small countdown, they gulp it down. It burned the back of his throat, but Shiro didn't mind, and the deer opposite him visibly shuddered and grinned even wider, blowing a sigh of relief.

There was conversation to be had, but most of it was done over drinking. The dragon didn't intend to actually get drunk with the deer, but Isaiah had an infectious, friendly personality that was hard to refuse. He found himself taking shot after shot, until his face became hot and he shrugged off his jacket. They eventually switched to beers and talked for what felt like hours, switching from topic to topic. They tried to keep talks away from work, though they did sometimes lapse into it, mentioning it briefly in passing. Even whilst drunk, Shiro was still curious about the Chrome company's operations, and Isaiah was forthcoming on some information, but not all of it-- perhaps he simply didn't know, or he was smarter than he looked...but generally speaking, Shiro didn't agree to the date with any ulterior motives; he enjoyed the deer's company.

Somehow, the topic shifted into their sexual lives. They shared their mutual interests and kinks, and the deer probed Shiro for his BDSM fantasies a little before admitting he also had similar kinks. Isaiah then spoke openly about the gay bars he had visited recently, but was wistful about not finding anyone interesting-- not as interesting as Shiro, at least. That little equip from the deer made the dragon interested and even a little flattered, and in return to let slip his recent acquisition. He wouldn't normally be so forthcoming with such information-- by and large, the buying and selling of 'slaves' is not a particularly welcomed practice-- but in his inebriation and comfort around the deer, he found himself talking openly about it as if it were the most normal thing in the world. It was only when he caught himself after a minute or so did he truly regret saying it, but thankfully, Isaiah was receptive.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, Shiro." The deer remarked as he took a swig from his beer, and the dragon, surprisingly sheepishly, averted his eyes and rubbed the back of his silver-scaled neck.

"I'll admit, I didn't think you would be okay with it, so I refrained from informing you. I regretted what I said immediately." The dragon drawled, his speech a little slurred-- he was good at being articulate, but he was frankly very, very drunk. He didn't want to admit it, however, and thankfully Isaiah didn't seem to notice all that much.

"On the contrary," The deer insisted. "I'm actually quite astonished. You seemed a little more cheery in recent months, and now I know why. As for the moral implications...well, my father has had his own fair share of, um, 'livestock'...so it is not news to me, Shiro. You seem rather fond of him."

"I've been training him to take punishment," The reptile continued. "Just a little at first, but more and more as time goes on...at first he wasn't so receptive, but now he doesn't even flinch. But..."

"But?" Isaiah tilted his head to the side, resting his cheek on a fist, and the dragon took a long and plentiful gulp of his beer, his expression souring a little.

"He is...struggling to find arousal," The dragon admitted. "I'm worried I may have pushed him too far."

"Hmm..." Isaiah looked troubled and mulled it over for a moment. "Perhaps he is simply unstimulated? I assume you've tried to...you know?"

"Naturally...but nothing seems to interest him."

"...A proposal, then," Isaiah began. "Why don't I join you one evening and we'll experiment on what he may like, do new things? A fresh perspective might help."

For a moment, the reptile stared at him, lost in thought, before a smile spread across his muzzle. He reached out a hand and the deer clasped it in his own.

"Let's discuss the details." Shiro began, and the two were swept into a meaningful conversation that covered the entirety of their plans...



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"Young Master Ketala, the Head of the House is expecting you in the lobby."

"Okay. Thanks, Penelope."

It was a week after their discussion that Isaiah finally came to Silver Hall, as the two men had planned. Ketala, however, was completely unaware of that fact; when he walked to the main lobby outside of his wing, he was greeted to the sight of his Master and a complete stranger. Introductions were briefly shared-- there was no title for Isaiah to be known by, so Ketala came to know him by his surname, Mr. Chrome. Clad in only a T-Shirt and underwear, Ketala was ushered back up the stairs and back into his wing of the house, where they stopped outside briefly and then entered a room not too far from Ketala's bedroom, closing the door behind them.

Ketala, unfortunately, knew this room particularly well. The three of them stood inside a medium-sized padded room, both the wall and the floor deliberately cushioned to help against hard falls. Ketala knew this as the 'punishment room', a place that he and his Master have only used once or twice, in the early stages of Ketala's training when he was particularly unruly. He never thought he'd be in the position where he'd be in that room again, but...there he was, with his Master and a stranger in tow. After a few moments, the door to the room creaked open and one of the many servants of Silver Hall appeared, carrying two whips and some other tools in her hands.

"Thank you, Olivia," Shiro took the tools from her and turned to Ketala as the servant bowed and left the room. "Ketala, undress."

"...Yes, Master." Ketala had a feeling that Shiro would be doubly more disappointed in him if he started refusing in front of his 'friend', and though he was tempted to do so, he didn't want to face whatever potential punishment he'd undergo later on. At his Master's request, the 10-year-old pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor beside him, before swiftly removing his underwear. He could feel the deer's eyes raking across his young form, and when Ketala glanced over to him, he could see that the man's eyes weren't on his crotch, nor his face, but his chest and stomach. Unease spread through Ketala's gut, but Shiro stepped between the two before he could acknowledge it.

Silently, the dragon put a blindfold over the boy's eyes, obscuring any and all vision he had, and fastened it at the back through velcro. He then put the boy's arms in front of him and fastened the wrists together with a pair of padded handcuffs, that wouldn't cut into his wrists, but served to keep his arms together, unable to move. Satisfied, he turned to Isaiah and handed him a whip, neatly folded and coiled to make its size compact. The deer took it and unfurled it as if he'd used one before, and though Shiro raised an eye ridge, he didn't question it.

"We're going to roughhouse you a little bit now, Ketala," The dragon spoke and Ketala shifted on the spot, turning his head slightly to the source of the voice. "Are you ready?"

Slowly, the hyena nodded, and as such they got things started. This was something that Isaiah and Shiro had already spoken at length about, and knew exactly the limits of what they could do-- Shiro, especially, had been very particular in the fact that Ketala shouldn't be badly harmed. To that end, they took turns with him, starting. 'Rough' was the name of the game, and so Shiro made a show of pushing and shoving Ketala around, watching him stumble, trying to keep himself upright as Shiro pushed him around. The experience was peculiar for Ketala, who effectively was overstimulated thanks to being unable to see or move, and it was a good thing the room was padded-- when Shiro pushed a little too hard and Ketala was sent tumbling, the cushioned floor removed any harsh discomfort.

Once the hyena was on the floor, Shiro didn't quite yet pull him back to his feet. Instead, he got down onto his knees by extension and began to hold him down and strain him in ways akin to a professional wrestler. He pulled Ketala's arms above his head and Isaiah joined him to hold him down, whilst Shiro grabbed and stretched his legs up and to the sides, forcing him to spread out to their absolute limit, before he pushed them all the way back towards the hyena's head, spreading his hole. Isaiah used his knee on the handcuff chain to hold Ketala's hands down and, whilst Shiro kept him pinned, he reached out to fondle and grope the cub's young package, deliberately and a little roughly jiggling his dick and balls before he drifted to his ass and probed with a finger, threatening to penetrate and slip inside-- though, with his digit being dry, such things were impossible and off-limits. Being contorted in such a way, however, seemed to stir something in Ketala; Shiro could see the boy's young cock swelling, just a little, and he was inclined to continue in different ways in an effort to stimulate him further.

He switched tact after a few minutes, loosening the boy's legs and flipping him around onto his front. This time, he instructed Isaiah to get to his feet, and the deer rose, planting a hoof on the boy's handcuffs to keep his hands stretched out in front of him as Shiro grabbed the cub's legs and angled them back, pushing his ankles until they were mere inches from his ass. Ketala let out a groan, straining from the exertion, and for added measure Shiro forced the boy's knees apart, causing him to spread a little. Ketala wriggled just a little, but Shiro knew he wasn't in any sort of pain-- being pinned down in such a way didn't hurt, but definitely served to satisfy the idea of being truly unable to move. The cub's breathing was low and heavy, though it was hard to tell if it was from arousal or something else, and after a moment Shiro made a gesture to Isaiah. The deer understood and readied the whip in his hands.

Isaiah seemed to gauge exactly how light to crack the whip over Ketala's back so that it wasn't too hard, nor too soft, and as that whip met with the hyena's fur and flesh the boy let out a cry, immediately arching his back and tensing up from the mixture of pain and, hopefully, pleasure. For a little while longer Shiro kept the boy's legs bent and pinned as the deer continued to whip him over and over, first as slow and irregular intervals and then eventually harder and faster, watching and surprisingly relishing as the boy strained, cried out, and whimpered from the stimulation. Admittedly, Shiro very much enjoyed the sight of it too, and his own erection strained his trousers, desperate and eager to be stroked and sucked.

Despite their interest in experimenting, neither Isaiah nor Shiro wanted to take too long in the padded room, for no other reason than that they were getting too aroused at the sight of the squirming, gasping boy to keep it up for long. After a few more lashes, where the two men stared down at the sight of the wriggling cub, whose groans became heavier and heavier, they eventually relented. Shirokiyo loosened his hands from the Hyena's ankles and drifted his silver digits inwards, grasping at the boy's cheeks and spreading them as the 10-year-old's legs flopped down and stretched out, a sigh of relief escaping Ketala's lips. The dragon admired the sight of his pet's clenching little asshole before he got to his feet, brushing himself down.

"That's enough." He insisted, and Isaiah removed his hoof from the handcuffs, allowing Ketala some freedom with his hands. "We shall adjourn to the bedroom."

Ketala rolled onto his back, revealing a semi-hard cock between his legs, and a surge of arousal shot through Shiro's body as he crouched down, briefly fondling the cock with a hand before he pulled the boy to his feet. Ketala stumbled, still blindfolded, and they led him across the room with a few roaming hands and light touches, leaving the cub's clothes behind as they departed from the room. From there, Shiro directed the group down the west wing's hall towards a door near the end which, whenever opened up, revealed Ketala's bedroom beyond.

The two men wasted no time as they stepped inside-- as Shiro led Ketala towards the bed and got him onto it, Isaiah was already undressing himself, popping the buttons of his formal shirt and slipping it past his shoulders as Shiro slowly began to do the same, those his hands were more interested in roaming the 10-year-old's naked form, groping and stroking up and down. Irritation crossed his features when he saw the hyena's cock begin to soften, but there was nothing he could do about it-- he did, however, had some ideas for later that might just work. Shiro lingered for a moment after his groping and spent some time cradling the hyena's face and stroking his cheeks, as some form of aftercare from the harsh roughhousing, before he reached up to slip the cub's blindfold off so that he could finally see. He came face to face with Ketala's slightly teary eyes, the boy's muzzle stretched into a grimace.

When Shiro finally relented and started to undress, Isaiah was already naked. This was the first time the dragon had seen him naked in a 'sexual' sense-- they'd been to saunas before, but seeing the deer erect and ready for sex was almost as alluring as Ketala's young form. The deer was slender, and not quite as athletic as Shiro, but he had an ample 8-inch humanoid cock, lacking any sort of foreskin. Isaiah caught Shiro looking and he grinned at him as the dragon averted his eyes, rummaging through a nearby drawer to hand him some lubricant.

The deer climbed up, naked, onto the bed as Mr. Harana continued to undress, and the silver dragon watched as the man easily lubed up his cock, working it over his member and slickening up his turgid length before he reached out, manhandling the boy and dragging him across the bed before flipping him over, putting him on his front. He pressed down on the boy's back with a hand as Ketala squirmed to get into a more comfortable position, and with a hand Isaiah grasped the base of his cock, angling it down between the hyena's cheeks. The man briefly raised his gaze to the dragon, as if seeking permission, and Shiro slowly nodded. With a grunt, the deer thrust forwards, penetrating the boy's ass and hilting inside him almost instantly, making the boy take all 8 inches of his cock.

Ketala arched his back at first and hissed, before he flopped down and stretched his arms out, resting his head on the bed as he wriggled his behind, helping to stimulate the deer a little. Shiro was already out of his shirt and trousers by the time the deer started to thrust, and Shiro silently admired Isaiah's form-- his thrusts were measured and slow, but full of passion. It was clear he was enjoying it, but the way he moved made it seem like he was being careful, at least to the best of his ability. It was obvious to Shiro, however, that Ketala could easily take it; with each hard plunge, the hyena barely flinched, and the edges of his muzzle curled slightly upwards a little, indicating he was getting some kind of prostate stimulation...though, from experience, Shiro surmised that it wouldn't be enough.

Slowly the dragon approached, standing at the edge of the bed opposite Isaiah, who continued his steady rhythm, his face fixated on those young cheeks that jiggled and bounced with every thrust. As Shiro got up onto the bed, Ketala raised his muzzle and came face to face with his master's cock. Without prompting, the boy opened his mouth and looked expectantly up at the dragon, who appreciated his effort and reached down to cup his cheek. He leant forwards, using his free hand to prop himself up as he tried his best to lower his hips and, more or less, be at an appropriate height for his pet to service him. He felt the cub's tongue roaming against his cock mere moments later, and with a light push, he could feel himself entering the boy's mouth. He knew not to plunge too deep, so a slight thrust of his hips was the most Ketala got, before he pulled back and took his time.

Their combined movements and spit-roasting had made the two men's bodies rather close, especially considering the hyena's lithe, small body, and it seemed only natural for the two men to kiss. Their maw and muzzle respectively pressed together and their tongues touched as their lips parted, their coupled groans breathing into each other as their hips bucked. It was an intimate moment for the two of them, made all the more better by the servicing hyena between them, who dutifully licked his Master's cock as it thrust and clenched around Isaiah's pistoning cock, squeezing every muscle of his inner walls.

Shiro tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss with the deer as his pleasure rose, and he shifted, withdrawing completely. He parted from the kiss rather abruptly and confusion crossed Isaiah's features, but he soon understood when the dragon made a silent gesture for him to back up. The deer withdrew slightly, and Shiro murmured something that Ketala couldn't quite hear. For a moment there was silence, until Shiro shifted off the bed, with Ketala none the wiser to what he planned to do. Across the room, the dragon went into Ketala's wardrobe and retrieved two ample-sized dildos, meant for men of their age, though Ketala had been using them, of course. He also retrieved a latex hood with a see-through front made of similar material that was used for breathplay, intended to restrict a person's airflow and reduce their oxygen intake, at least for a while. He turned and returned to the bed, placing the dildos on the bed before he took the breathplay hood and put it over the cub's face. Ketala seemed to realise what it was pretty quickly, and when he sucked in a breath the front imploded inwards, up against his muzzle, making it harder for him to breathe than usual, though not restricting him completely. Satisfied with the boy's heavy breathing, Shiro moved next to the dildos, and using the lube he'd offered Isaiah before, he generously covered an ample-sized one and then brought it behind him, squatting and grunting as he pushed the dildo inside of him. Both of them had a knot, and Shiro was no stranger to taking it-- though it took some adjusting, he managed to slip the knot of the dildo inside, and the mass stimulated his prostate and made his cock throb. For him, it'd only heighten the pleasure.

"Give me one of those." Isaiah asked with a grin and Shiro couldn't help but smirk, reaching out to lube up the other one. This one bore a shape similar to that of a dragon-- the one in Shiro was more akin to a fox or a canine.

"I already planned to." The dragon rounded the bed and Isaiah tried to back his ass up as much as he could, allowing for the dragon to press the wedged, silicone tip against the man's entrance before he slowly pushed, sinking it inside him. Mr. Chrome audible groaned and hung his head for a moment as it entered, and Shiro squished the knot against his ass for a few moments before the deer's entrance loosened enough for him to take it. With some adjusting and little wriggle, the dragon successfully knotted the dildo inside the deer's ass and Isaiah let out a quiet sigh, his tail wiggling and his ass visibly clenching, squeezing around that thick dildo. With that, Shiro rounded back to the front, climbing back up onto the bed; all the preparations were complete, at least in his eyes.

Shiro made a gesture with regards to the trembling, harshly breathing hyena beneath them, the reptile's eyes locking with Isaiah's own. Understanding what he wanted, Isaiah reached down and hooked his hands around the hyena's hips, suddenly lifting him up off of the bed and into the air. The hyena squirmed at first and revealed his semi-hard length, no doubt stimulated by the struggling airflow. Shiro reached out to help the boy be lifted up, with the deer still inside, and as Mr. Chrome situated his hands on the boy's thighs, keeping his legs up and spread whilst carrying the weight of his young body, Shiro took the boy's body hands and lifted them, hooking them over and around the dragon's neck. Having him effectively hanging off his neck gave them the leverage they needed, in case their strength gave out. Slowly, Shiro shifted and scooted closer on the bed, on his knees in the same fashion to the deer, and the two men sandwiched the boy between them, with Ketala facing his Master, his ears not even visible.

"That's it," Shiro muttered. "Hold him there for a moment..."

The hyena squirmed ever so slightly as Mr. Harana's hands roamed, trailing up his legs as Isaiah clenched his digits and held to him firmly, keeping him up. Reaching down beneath, Shiro grasped his cock and angled it upwards until the head of his spit-covered cock met with the boy's already stretched ass. Ketala seemed to quickly understand what was to happen and groaned, squirming half-defiantly, half-excitedly as Shiro nudged and probed with his member, the boy's head pressed up against his collarbone. He nodded to Isaiah, and the deer slid his cock back as the dragon thrust, replacing that withdrawing member with his own. Ketala let out a gasp followed by a straining, aching groan that revealed the discomfort, his tone muffled by the breathplay hood. The boy was effectively being stretched beyond his limits, and as he tried to suck in large gulps of air he found himself unable to be satisfied, causing him to gasp even harder. Shiro could feel the boy's stiffening little cock against his stomach and that only encouraged the dragon to continue, sliding back as Isaiah thrust.

Their movements were clumsy and they weren't exactly moving in the same rhythm, but the speed and pace at which they were going was just fine for the pair of them. Though Shiro's intention had been to focus on and pay close attention to Ketala's pleasure, he soon found himself getting into it and turned his attention instead to his own pleasure, and Isaiah was very much doing the same, groaning and huffing with each and every thrust. Eventually, the two men drew their lips close once more and they exchanged a sweet, tender kiss as Shiro's hands affirmed their grip against the hyena's legs, helping to hold him up. As Isaiah picked up speed, so too did the dragon, and when the deer stuck out his tongue to taste the other man's spit, Shiro was receptive and accepted him. They began to gyrate faster and faster, and their groans were audible and heavy with lust and desire. Shiro could feel Ketala trembling between them, and he had a feeling he knew why, but at that moment all he could think to do was thrust and fuck. His humps were ferocious and rough and his pleasure intoxicating, and with each pound his cheeks and insides clenched, squeezing the prostate down a little onto that thick knotted dildo, which only helped to further stimulate him. Without it, he might have taken longer to orgasm, but with that added extra pleasure he wouldn't take long at all.

Isaiah began to moan heavier and his hips began to pick up speed as the wet squelching of their sex suddenly became much louder than before. The lubrication of their pounding cocks was suddenly all the more wetter and the deer huffed and heaved his chest, revealing that he was climaxing at that moment. Shiro picked up the pace in turn and tried to moan alongside him, his own pleasure rising higher and higher, and between them Ketala suddenly spasmed and arched his back, sucking in deep, gulping breaths as his insides clamped down like a vice. Shiro could feel the warmth of his pet's cum against his stomach and that was enough to send him over the edge-- though he was the last to cum, he was arguably the most potent. As he climaxed in the boy, it oozed out and dripped onto the bedsheets below in thick, wet globules. The two men exchanged one final, sloppy kiss, before the dragon pulled back, his breathing low and heavy. Shiro was glad that Ketala had cum, but in the heat of the moment, the boy's orgasm was but a side-effect to him focusing on his own pleasure. With each vivid throb of his pulsing, climaxing cock, his innards clamped down and squeezed around that dildo in his ass, and he could only assume it was the same of Isaiah, who wriggled his hips a little left and right.

The men's hands relaxed slightly and the hyena slid down an inch or two, taking the entirety of their cocks into him, and he clearly shuddered from the sensation. Shiro admired the way Isaiah's cock throbbed against his own, both enveloped and encapsulated by those flexing, milking inner walls, but they couldn't keep themselves in that position for long. The dragon was the first to withdraw and he slid from the boy completely, loosening his grip on the cub's legs and expecting Isaiah to take most of the weight, which he did, though Shiro felt the strain of the handcuffs on the back of his neck. He reached up to loosen the breathplay hood from around Ketala's head and peeled it off, and the hyena was clearly thankful. His cheeks were flushed and his eyelids drooped, but the way his laboured breathing slowed as he took in deep billows of air made it clear he was better for it. Shiro admired his pleasured face for a moment before he angled down, tilting the boy's head up and forcing his lips against him. He kissed him deeply, pushing his tongue into the unresisting boy's mouth, and tasted his saliva. The hyena grunted and huffed against him, little puffs of his hair trailing across the man's maw, before Shiro pulled back.

"...I will call the servants for lunch." He suggested, and reached down to ease the hyena off of Isaiah's cock. He turned and carried the boy with him down onto the bed, resting the boy on his back and resting his head out from under the boy's loops arms so that Ketala could lay there and recuperate for a moment, his ass oozing cum onto the bedsheets between his legs as his little cock, spent, lay twitching against his stomach. As Shiro rose, Isaiah spread himself out on his side beside the boy and explored his body with a hand. Neither he nor Shiro made any motions to remove their dildos; they still had plenty more energy left in them to keep fucking, so they were going to need the extra stimulation.

With a smirk, the dragon turned, satisfied. It was a good idea to bring Isaiah here after all...after lunch, they'd have to experiment some more to get to the bottom of what the boy liked.