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Caught	By : LittleDoll Category: +1 through F > Dragon Flyz Views: 1594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Love
- 2-Orgasm
- 3-Finger
- 4-Male Pregnancy
- 5-Softcore
- 6-Hardcore
- 7-Fantasy
- 8-Family
- 9-Whip
- 10-Costume/Regalia
- 11-Dominant
- 12-Bondage
- 13-Bed
- 14-Innocence
- 15-Insanity
- 16-Cry
- 17-Hold My Hand
- 18-Gangbang
- 19-Drugs/Alcohol
- 20-Strangulation
- 21-Fisting
- 11
- 12
- 13
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine and I make no money from this.
Chapter Tag: There is some very light bondage in here.
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Later that night, Peak was surprised when Dread Wing called for him.
He poked his head out of his little room, “Yes?”
Dread Wing motioned for him to approach, “I want us to do a little training together.”
Peak frowned in suspicion, staying where he was in the doorway, “Training?”
Dread nodded, “It's very basic and we will stop when you ask to.”
A little comforted at that, Peak edged carefully out of his room, “What sort of training is this?”
The mutant told him, “Touch training.”
Peak parroted the words, his confusion clear on his face, “Touch training?”
Dread nodded again, turning to pick something up off his desk, “It's what it sounds like. I know that you're not used to being touched, so this training is to get you used to it.”
He turned back around and held out one of the cloth strips he'd gotten in that package from before, “I'd rather you have your hands tied but the choice is ultimately yours.”
Peak felt himself go pale and started to sweat, “D-do, do we have to do this?”
Dread told him firmly, “You need the training and I'd rather get started sooner rather than later.”
The teen hesitated but forced himself to say, “Then....then I want something in return.”
Dread raised an eyebrow, “Oh? What would that be?”
Peak told him, “I need some supplies. A hairbrush, toothbrush, those kinds of things.”
Dread frowned, “Hairbrush?”
The human reached up with one hand and tugged at his recently cut hair, “Yeah, it's to help get knots and tangles out of my hair. Finger-brushing only does so much and I don't want to have to cut anymore out if I can help it.”
The mutant frowned, leaning closer to better look at him. Now that Peak had pointed it out, Dread could certainly see places in Peak's blond hair that definitely looked different from a few days ago. Having never had hair himself, Dread just hadn't noticed anything before now. Nodding slowly, the king of Old Earth said, “Fine. I'll give you some paper later so you can write down descriptions of what you need and I'll get them for you.”
Peak gave him a weak smile, “Thanks.”
Dread Wing then offered the cloth strip towards him again, “So, will you let me tie your hands or no?”
Peak almost refused him but hesitated again, “It's....how exactly will you be touching me?”
The larger male explained, “As you are for now. That is, with you being fully dressed. As you get more comfortable with my touch, we'll move to bare skin but only by pieces. That means we'll eventually do the sessions with you being shirtless and once you get comfortable with that, without your pants. But that won't be for a while. Now, will you let me tie your hands?”
The teenager found himself stalling, “And what about you? Will you be dressed to or no?”
Dread let out a quiet sigh and said, “Yes, I'll be fully dressed. I will ask at the beginning of each session if you'd be alright with me touching you while I myself am shirtless or otherwise undressed. If you're not, then I'll keep my clothes on. If you are, then I'll remove that indicated article of clothing. Is that satisfactory?”
Peak gulped but forced himself to nod, “Y-yes. Do I have to have my hands tied?”
“Not if you don't want to, but I'd prefer it. If nothing else it'll help keep you from lashing out at me because of nerves.”
The teen hesitated again but made himself hold his hands out to Dread Wing, “A-alright.”
Dread's free hand gently touched one of Peak's, with the mutant questioning him, “Are you absolutely certain?”
Peak nodded, “Yes. I might really try to hit you otherwise.”
The mutant nodded and pushed Peak's hands together so he could tie them at the wrists. To his partial relief, Peak found that the knot was tied loosely and even with that, the cloth strip itself was too smooth to properly hold a knot. If he put some effort into it, he could free his hands.
Dread kept one of his hands on Peak's and stood an arm's length away from him, “If I go somewhere you're not comfortable with, tell me and I will stop. I promise you on that, alright?”
Not trusting his voice, Peak simply nodded, gulping to clear a sudden lump from his throat. Moving his other hand forward, Dread said, “First, I'm just going to hold your hands, alright?”
As he said that, he did in fact put his other hand on the other side of Peak's, basically cupping the human's hands in his own. Peak twitched but made himself hold still, though his eyes couldn't help but to zero in on Dread's sharp talons. The only real comfort he had at the moment was that the cloth binding on his hands also gave a little protection to his wrists but that didn't mean much when Dread had more than enough strength to just crush the teen's hands if the mutant had wanted to do so.
But Dread Wing didn't crush Peak's hands, just held them in his own. After a minute, Peak felt himself starting to calm down a little. It....it wasn't so bad actually. Dread's hands were surprisingly warm and he could feel calluses on the back of his hands from Dread's palms, likely gained from the rough survival that was life on Old Earth.
Another minute passed before Dread spoke again, “I'm going to move my left hand up now, to touch your right forearm, alright?”
After saying that, Dread did so, taking his left hand off of Peak's to slowly move it upwards to rest on Peak's right forearm. The blond twitched but didn't say anything, making himself stay calm. This wasn't as bad as he'd thought it'd be, even if he kept getting visions of Dread suddenly flinging him into a wall or forcing him down or some other painful maneuver. Considering the past history between the two, Peak did feel those visions were justified.
That was how the rest of the session passed, with Dread telling Peak where he was going to move his hands and then doing so, keeping them there for a couple of minutes before saying where he'd move a hand next. He also kept his distance the whole time, never taking a step closer to Peak the whole time. As for the teenager, Peak was able to put up with the 'training' until Dread got to his shoulders, which was way too close to the human's neck for comfort.
Getting scared and overly nervous, Peak shook his head and, to his embarrassment, squeaked out, “Please stop! Stop!”
To be honest, he hadn't expected Dread to comply but surprisingly, the mutant did. As soon as Peak said to stop, Dread pulled his hands away, even asking, “Are you alright?”
Not wanting to admit the real reason, Peak told him, “Y-yeah, I just....it just got a little much....”
He winced to himself as he heard what he was saying. Great, his nerves were scrambling his ability to talk. Dread Wing simply nodded and reached forward to undo the binding on Peak's wrists, “That is to be expected. Hopefully we'll be able to go longer tomorrow, but I won't force you if you're not comfortable. You may go back to your room now. I'll get you that paper soon, is there anything else you needed by the way?”
Peak shook his head and mumbled a general statement of thanks before slipping away to hide in his little room.
As he sat on his bed, rubbing his arms to get rid of the phantom sensation of Dread's hands on him, a sudden strange thought entered his head. What they just did, did that count as bondage?
Feeling himself flare up with a painful blush, Peak flopped onto his cot, burying his face into his pillow, mentally cursing his hormones and overactive imagination.
It was better to focus on that than to let himself get terrified over exactly what the training would eventually lead to.
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