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Caught	By : LittleDoll Category: +1 through F > Dragon Flyz Views: 1594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Flyz, nor any characters from it. I make no money from this story.

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
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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.
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Peak woke up suddenly, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings. It took a few minutes for him to remember what had happened only the previous day and once he did, the teen flopped backwards onto his new bed with a groan.
The collar was still around his neck, an uncomfortable reminder of the deal he'd made. It chafed a little, but there wasn't much he could do about that until it became broken in. Just the idea that he'd be here long enough for it to get that point though, that made Peak shudder.
But it'd be worth it or so he hoped. Uncontested access to the amber crystals was a dream come true and the more amber that could be stockpiled back on Airlandis, the better. All it cost was him being on Old Earth, which was a cheap price if he thought about it.
Dragging himself from those thoughts, the teen sat up to look around his small room. He'd been shoved in here last night with instructions to get some rest and he hadn't really explored it yet. It'd also give him some measure of security, since his helmet, gauntlets, and weapons had been taken from him yesterday.
The room was small, smaller than his own room back home. The only furnishings were the small bed, an also small table with a bowl on it (he didn't know why that was), a chair at the table and....well, that was it. He had a suspicion that the room hadn't been a bedroom to start with, especially considering that there was no door but instead a cloth sheet hung across the open doorway.
At least it was something towards privacy. Peak had been surprised that he hadn't been put in one of the fallen warship's cells like how he'd been before but then again, there was that deal with Dread Wing in play now.
He winced as he stood up from the bed and stretched his back, trying to loosen sore and stiff muscles. The dragonator uniforms really weren't made for sleeping in and Peak had gotten tossed around pretty good yesterday, not including being stepped on by the gigantic Black Heart, even if that was only to hold him down.
Wishing quietly for a change of clothes, Peak hesitated but walked towards the cloth door. He was curious about where he was and since he wasn't actually sealed in this room, the teen felt he could take that as unspoken permission to explore. Besides, Dread had only told him to get some sleep, not to stay in the room.
The teen stepped into what could only be another bedroom, but it was much grander than the one he'd just left. He blinked, circled in place to get a good look at the bedroom and reconsidered the one he'd been shoved in. Taking the sizes into consideration and the fact that his opened directly into this one, with no other door in his room, and Peak had the sudden suspicion that he'd been put into a quickly renovated closet.
Before he could explore further, Dread Wing entered the room and caught sight of him, “Oh, you're awake.”
Peak frowned and didn't answer, instead choosing to glare at him. Dread snorted, “Don't be like that, you agreed to the deal of your own free will.”
Peak didn't answer but he did grimace at that reminder. The red mutant made a motion for the human to come closer, which the teen refused to do. Letting out a dramatic sigh, Dread instead went to him and again hooked a finger under the collar. He pulled upwards sharply, making the teen stand on tiptoe, and said, “I thought I said that you have to follow my orders while you wear this collar.”
Peak grabbed on to Dread's wrist and bit out, “You also said you'd give some leniency with those orders.”
The mutant royal nodded, “That I did, but that doesn't mean you can ignore any that I give you.”
He set the human back down, but kept hold of the collar, “Now that that's clear, strip.”
The teen flared red and sputtered, “W-what?! No!”
Dread Wing gave him a look, “So you want to keep wearing that uniform?”
Peak blinked, “What's that got to do with anything?”
The mutant frowned at him, “Unless I'm wrong about that human stereotype about blondes, then even you must realize that only having one set of clothes isn't a good thing.”
The teen glared up at him, “Yeah, I get that but why do I have to strip?!”
Dread used his other hand to point at the human, “We can do this one of two ways. Either the new clothes are made with the sizes taken from your old ones or you let the tailor take your sizes manually. Which will it be?”
Personally, Dread much preferred the 'sizes from the clothes' option as he only wanted his hands on Peak, but if the human chose otherwise, then so be it.
Peak reddened again, “I think I'd rather have my sizes done manually.”
Dread Wing swallowed the growl that wanted to come from his throat and released the human, instead making himself say, “As you wish. Stand still and do as the tailor says.”
The mutant Lord went back to the door he'd come through and spoke to someone just outside. Peak watched, curious. Shortly, Dread came back into the room, followed by a thin, light green mutant that Peak had never seen before and a dark draman.
The new mutant gave the human a visual once over, nodded to Dread and then approached Peak with a series of knotted cords. A stool was dragged over and the teen made to stand on it, with the smaller mutant doing...whatever it was he needed to do.
As far as Peak could tell, it was mostly wrapping some random cord around a body part before calling out a series of numbers to the dark draman, who obediently wrote them down in a notebook. There were a couple of areas that got measured which brought a protest from Peak, but Dread growled a warning at him so the teen gritted his teeth and put up with it.
Finally, the mutant seemed to be done with his measurements and collected back his cords, nodding to Dread, “Expect the garments within a few days.”
Dread Wing walked the other two out, turning back to look at the teen once they were alone again. Dread snorted, “Have you never been sized before?”
Peak grimaced as he got off the stool, patting himself down to get rid of the phantom sensation of hands, “No actually. I've got three older brothers.”
Dread frowned, “And?”
Peak looked at him, “Uh, hand-me-downs? We've always worked my size out that way.”
The mutant actually looked confused, “Hand-me-downs?”
The teen blinked, then smirked, “You're an only child, aren't you?”
Dread let out a sigh and walked up to Peak, looking down at the human, “Enlighten me then.”
Peak made to take a step back, but was stopped by Dread hooking the collar again. Frowning, he looked up at the mutant and told him, “Hand-me-downs are something an older sibling gives a younger one, typically because the older sibling outgrew it. That's how I got a lot of my clothes for years.”
Dread Wing gave a half-interested nod, admitting to himself that it was an economical concept. He was more interested in how Peak kept brushing at himself. Wondering at that, a thought came to his mind and the mutant smiled.
Bringing up his free hand, he cupped the palm over the teen's shoulder and stroked down to the elbow. Peak jumped and stared at him, “What are you doing?”
Still smiling, Dread instead asked, “You're not used to being touched, are you?”
Peak reddened again, “What's that got to do with anything?”
Dread pulled the human closer, moving his other hand from the boy's elbow to his back, “It's interesting, that's what.”
He trailed his fingers down Peak's spine, taking delight in the jump and the sudden intake of air that it got him. The teen tried to push his hand away, “S-stop!”
Dread Wing ignored him and moved his hand lower to lay on Peak's hip. The blond jumped and tried to skitter away, choking when he pulled against the collar, “Stop, please!”
Dread hesitated, but did remove his hand. Still holding onto the collar though, he considered his human. Peak was breathing quickly, his face was red with the blush starting to trail down his neck and the teen was trying to look anywhere but at Dread.
Smirking mentally at those signs, Dread tapped Peak's shoulder and pointed to a different door in the bedroom, “The bathroom is right there if you need to clean up.”
With that said, the King of Old Earth let go of the collar and left the room, locking the door behind him or so Peak assumed.
As for the teen himself, Peak slumped to his knees, trying to get his breathing under control. There was a certain pressure in his groin that made him hate himself, with Peak actually growling, “Traitor” to it.
Stupid hormones, stupid Dread, stupid everything! Peak knew what Dread had meant by that comment and he hated that the mutant had known that the teen had gotten hard.
Tempted to ignore his dilemma, Peak instead forced himself to his feet and made his way to the bathroom. As much as he was loathe to bring himself to orgasm here in Warnado, it was better to take care of it now rather than have a more embarrassing incident later.
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