Boys Only Bondage

Atticus nodded, pleased to know the limits of the scene. It was not as if they truly had the stage for that long anyway, but it was good to know just how far he could take things. He had no intention of denying Timeo his climax, but he wanted to play into the moment, the crowd murmuring, the throng of anthros having thickened since the last time he'd looked up.

He'd never get tired of performing for them, no. His tongue dipped under the feline's balls, testing the weight of them, relishing in just how Timeo's toes curled, his short claws acting as if they wanted to dig down into the stage. Of course, they had the usual scratch-resistant flooring there, for all kinds of anthros came to the demonstrations to join in.

They had to be prepared for pretty much anything there.

However, the ground wanted more and Timeo was there to be joined, all while the dragon's head was being drawn back and forth beside him, sucking on Devon's cock. Atticus growled lightly, licking his lips.

Why should he give all the pleasure, even in the art of control and restraint, to the cat, after all?

There were better takings to be enjoyed and he quickly unhooked Timeo from the wall so he could gently fold him to his knees. The feline blinked up at him for a moment, confused by the change in position, yet it was the perfect moment for him to part his lips with the thick length of hyena cock right there before him.

"Ohhhh..."

It was Atticus' turn to moan, shivering in place, as he rolled his hips forward, spearing into the cat's willing mouth and showing just how different oral could be when the positions were reversed. He had not shown the feline what he could do with his muzzle to be submissive in any way, but to demonstrate the level of control and easy dominance that could be had from such an act.

Taking the feline's muzzle, however, was another matter entirely...

Karrn grunted, eyes half-lidded, trying to stay in touch with everything happening around him. It was hard, however, his cock aching, pressed out all the way and throbbing, thick, pearly ropes of pre-cum drooling from it. They'd already stretched all the way down to the stage, a puddle of arousal under him, a visual representation of how far his need had gone already. He needed to cum, his tail hole exposed, though the horse seemed more than happy to merely plough into his muzzle, taking advantage of the wet heat there.

And then the horse was pulling out, teasing him with the head of his cock just barely tugging and bobbing at the drake's lips. Karrn moaned and stretched after Devon, even trying to extend his tongue out as far as possible, just to get even more of that delicious length back inside his mouth, eyes hazy, aware of his surroundings but not really feeling like a part of them.

He was a show... Just on show...

"I think you need something more than just sucking my dick," the stallion nickered throatily, sending a shiver of lust through the dragon. "How'd you feel about taking a cock like this under your tail?"

Karrn moaned, swiping the tip of his tongue over the very end of the stud's cock. But it was not enough, could not be enough, leaving him panting and quivering in place, his hind end aching in particular from how hard he was straining and pulling against his restriction.

"Mmmmph... Yes..."

It was a time that the dragon would have said something about the horse not being big enough for him or being able to please him -- something silly and cocky and intended to rile Devon up. Yet that was not what he wanted as he took the stallion's cock back within his mouth, twirling and curling his tongue desperately around the equine's smooth skin, even the medial ring rubbing deep into his maw.

If Devon wanted to keep him there, giving head for as long as the demonstration was on, he wouldn't have any choice in the matter. For it was that very choice that Karrn had willingly given up.

But Devon didn't want that either, his own need up, casting a wink to the crowd that Karrn did not catch. He left the dragon panting, giving him a mildly reassuring yet condescending pat to his shoulder as he walked behind him, the low, languid roll of his gait making the sound of his hooves ring out across the stage. Karrn shuddered before him and Devon exchanged a look with Atticus, the two of them there in their element, even though the hyena and the horse had unique styles of domination.

It seemed that Atticus understood just what the horse was planning to do, however, and Devon lined up his aching member with the dragon's softly pulsing hole, though there was no rhythm or reason at all to how the dragon clenched. It was as if he was being kept on the edge in a different way that time, trying to anticipate just when Devon would push into him.

A raised bench -- one for leaning rather than lying on top of or being tied to -- was brought up for Timeo, considering that he was standing in his rope bondage. The crowd still wanted to see how he was tied up, of course, and the inclined stand was something like a podium at just the right height for him to rest his chest over it. Atticus squatted a little, his cock in paw, giving it a few quick rubs, even though his touch would not compare to the tight grip of the feline's backside that he was soon to have.

So, Devon timed everything perfectly, the stallion grinding in deeply into Karrn's aching hole as Atticus did, their submissive partners of the moment moaning and twitching. Karrn strove to hump back, tail twitching and obviously trying to thrash, yet the drake didn't get anywhere with that, just as Devon wanted. But the stallion took some measure of pleasure too from the act of voyeurism, his hide shivering in that distinctly equine fashion as he slid in.

To control and to dominate... Yet there always had to be consent there too, they all knew that. It was just about finding what worked for different submissives, to truly let the moment shine.

Atticus growled, exchanging a look with Devon, though he didn't mind so much that the horse was staring at him, copying him. He knew the stallion was, in fact, still focusing on his submissive, though there was a penchant for them both to get caught up in the moment too. It was not as if they were infallible either as dominant partners at that time and the hot wrap of the feline's anal passage around him was more exquisite than the hyena could have imagined.

"Mmmmph..."

He rumbled a growl that rose up from his chest, throat vibrating, smirking to the crowd. He could keep his composure as he sped up his thrusts, taking a different approach from Devon who fucked his partner long and slow, making the dragon grunt and squeal. Those cries... Mmm. He wanted to see the feline cry out like that too.

Timeo blinked, his eyes watering, though he had been positioned, perhaps deliberately, so he could see the dragon and the stallion on the stage beside him. He had not thought that it would have been possible to think about anything other than what was happening to him, yet there was a part of him too that wanted to soak in the moment, to relish in every tiny detail of it.

All the eyes on him, making his skin prickle, the fur even feeling like it was standing up deliciously on the back of his neck.

Just how tight he felt around Atticus' cock, the hyena driving and ploughing into him with short, sharp, claiming thrusts.

The lewd moans of the dragon beside him, who had looked so cocky when coming up on stage but had been reduced to an obedient submissive in no time at all.

"Mmmph... Ohhhh..."

Timeo tried to say something, something good, but the words got tangled in a long, drawn-out groan, his cock throbbing. Atticus' saliva had long since dried on it, though he could still taste the hyena's musk in his muzzle, trying to flick his tail up higher -- even though his shorter tail was well out of the way already. He wouldn't have wanted to make anything difficult, after all, for the hyena.

The drake panted heavily, trying to lick his lips but practically drooling, shocked that he had dropped so wonderfully low so quickly. He made a mental note to try out heavier bondage again, drinking in the sense of restriction and helplessness, even though he knew, in the back of his mind, that he could stop the scene at any point, if he needed to. But trusting someone else and giving every drop of control that he could over to them was something that Karrn would find himself coming back to over and over again for the sheer high it gave him.

The cat didn't seem to be holding back any either as he yowled, lips pulling back from his teeth in a flash of teeth that, in that moment, were much smaller than Karrn's. The drake didn't think, however slowly his thoughts were coming, that the rope bondage would have been as restrictive as the leather for him, but maybe that was because of his greater size. He really needed to be able to trust his restriction, though Devon had given him exactly what he needed.

"Unff... Yes... Please..."

He shook his head to the extent he was able, losing himself in the moment. He could have everything and anything he wanted as the horse ploughed into him, taking him in long, demanding strokes that forced him to feel every inch. Even the medial ring raked over his tail hole as the stud drove deep, the dragon's tongue dropping lustfully from his maw.

"Mmm..."

"Easy there..."

But Karrn could not take it easy, not as the stallion's fat flare teased up against his prostate, stimulating him past the point of no return. Maybe it had been the bondage that had riled him up to such a fever-pitch already but, frankly, Karrn didn't have it in himself to care.

His cock throbbed, feeling like it was swelling even more, though that was not quite possible. Yet the dragon leaned into the tug of his testes aching furiously, bellowing out a throaty roar that was, somehow, not quite as deep as what he would usually unleash, quivering and shuddering in place. Every fibre of his being wanted to thrust and thrust, yet the stallion sped up under his tail, gripping the thick root of it for leverage, taking him harder now that Karrn had been thrust over the edge.

Yet he hung there in ecstasy, prey to his own feelings, even as a prey creature, in all truth, took him like he was smaller and weaker. Karrn moaned, stuttering over his own cries, trying to twist his head back and forth, containing himself in any way that he could, all while he came undone. His seed splattered over the stage as his cock shot spurt after spurt, even catching the leather mittens on his front feet, though that was hardly something the drake was concerned with.

Timeo shuddered, sinking into the moment, the sense of being watched. Yet even his sensitive sense of smell picked up on the dragon's orgasm, if Karrn's cries had not given him away. His toes curled and he tried to buck back against Atticus, though the hyena ground deep, pressing his hips to the feline's rump.

"Cum for me, kitty."

Timeo shuddered and moaned, yet the hyena had him right where he wanted him and, thrusting again in grinding strokes that barely pulled back before driving in again, he could not help himself. The stallion whinnied shrilly, bragging his own orgasm, at the same moment, though Timeo didn't care at all what was happening near him, not anymore. Not as he moaned and quivered, letting warm, sinking submission swamp him, pulling him down where he could be controlled and taken care of.

Because he trusted his partner, even as his glutes tensed and he yowled breathlessly, barely able to cry out at all as his cock throbbed, spilling his cream all over the stage. It was not quite as impressive a load as Karrn's, but the dragon was a fair size larger than Timeo, so there was no real comparison there. He languished there, letting orgasm sweep through him as the hyena sped up and up, the drake's groans falling deeper and quieter, as if he didn't quite have the voice to spend them anymore.

Yet it was all about the moment, of being present in it, feeling the curl of his toes and the pound of his heart, so vehement that Timeo thought it may well have leapt out through his chest if it had been afforded the opportunity to do so. He leaned heavily on the podium stand, grateful for the padding and the support, though Atticus was there behind him to thrust and grind, permitted to seek his own pleasure now that the scene was nearing its completion.

He took it all in his stride, smirking at the crowd, allowing the attention to wash through him. It was where he belonged, showing off all that he could do as his submissive panted below him, Atticus raking his fingers through the feline's thick fur, soothing him, but only for a moment. Timeo was more than fine and he had no concerns about him in the slightest as he let the twitch and clasp of the cat's tight hole milk him for all he was worth.

"Unff... Nnngghhhh!"

And it was at that point that the hyena, oh so very briefly, lost control, juddering up wantonly to the feline's rump, the rest of the world dropping away. Even though he was up on stage, he didn't' feel their eyes on him anymore, merely the tightness of the cat's backside clenching and squeezing, gripping him as if he never wanted to let him go. He released, moaning long and low, his breath stuttering, juddering through his cry.

And every spurt of his seed flowed right up where it belonged, even though Atticus would not have minded at all getting to unload down the cat's throat too. It was all about pleasure, about sharing it with one another in ways that got both of them off, and that was something he'd come to understand long ago.

Maybe next time he would get to fuck a dragon like Karrn, he thought dimly, staying deep with his cock inside Timeo, drawing out every drop of pleasure from the moment that was his to take. Or maybe he would have someone else entirely. The whole scene had given him more ideas still for his bondage art and he was keener than ever to practise in the meantime.

With the host wrapping up the scene, the hyena grinned.

The next demonstration they gave was sure to be even more entertaining than that one...

He'd make sure of it.