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Caught	By : LittleDoll Category: +1 through F > Dragon Flyz Views: 1595 -:- 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
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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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Meanwhile, Peak had crept out into Dread's room again and was trying to poke around as best he could, both out of curiosity and from boredom.
Just as he was approaching the book case situated in one corner of the room, the bedroom's door opened, letting Dread Wing himself in. Peak halted where he was, feeling guilty for going through the mutant's things, though he didn't understand why he felt that way.
After all, Dread had never ordered him to not go through his things, right?
The mutant did give him a look but instead of disciplining him, he pointed to the bathroom door, “Go bathe.”
Peak almost protested but stopped himself. He hadn't had a shower since he'd been here, even if it was only two days....or was it three by now? Either way, he could do with one. Still, he wasn't going to just give in to Dread's orders. Peak stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest and glared back at the mutant, “Why should I?”
Dread Wing just walked over to him and did his clearly favored tactic, hooking a finger under the collar Peak wore. Pulling upward slightly, Dread told him, “You should, because I ordered you too and because while you are here, you will still observe proper hygiene.”
Not letting go of the collar, Dread walked to the bathroom door, pulling Peak behind him like a misbehaving dragon cub. Ignoring the teen's protests, he activated the door and waited for it to slide open before stepping inside.
The bathroom was very nice, in accordance to his status. It had a large sink, a cabinet for toiletry items, a towel shelf, a shower unit and a bath tub, and the toilet was in its own semi-separate area in one of the back corners.
Finally releasing the collar, he pushed the teen towards the bathtub, instructing him, “Take a bath. There are cleaning supplies and wash cloths in the cabinet there and you can see where the towels are.”
Dread settled in to stay and observe but of course Peak gave him a sharp look, growling, “Can I at least get some privacy?”
The large mutant shrugged and made to leave the bathroom, pausing at the doorway to say, “Oh, and leave the collar on while you bathe. Less chance of it getting 'lost' that way.”
Peak grimaced but said nothing as Dread left, finally giving him some privacy. The teen had in fact been thinking of dropping the collar somewhere, with the claim that he'd removed it to wash his neck properly and hadn't been able to find it again afterwards.
Knowing his luck though, Dread Wing would have had a spare anyway.
Sighing, he looked at the bathtub. The handles were easy to puzzle out and the drain plug was clear as well. Setting the tub to fill up, Peak wandered over to the cabinet to pull out some needed supplies. He found a few bars of what had to be soap and the wash cloths, but nothing that looked like shampoo.
Then again, since Dread Wing was bald, why should he have shampoo or anything like it in his bathroom?
The blonde grumbled at that, but knew that soap would work just as well. Thinking of his hair, Peak grabbed a handful and tugged at it, grimacing. A couple days of no brushing was hell on long hair and he knew he'd have to ask Dread for a brush or a comb soon.
A toothbrush too, now that he thought about it. Peak didn't like how the inside of his mouth felt and he was certain his breath smelled horrendous by now. Swishing water only did so much after all.
Seeing that the bath was nearly ready, Peak quickly stripped down, putting his somewhat folded uniform on the sink counter. The boots were left in front of it, placed in an out of the way spot.
Going back to the cabinet, he just grabbed a bar of soap and a couple wash cloths, getting a towel on his way to the bathtub. There was a conveniently placed rack for him to hang the towel on, which he did.
Turning the water off, Peak eased himself into the tub, hissing a little at the water. It was hotter than what he was used to, but he'd have to deal with it. Grabbing the soap and one of the cloths, Peak got to work on cleaning up.
He would have much preferred the shower, but Dread had specified the bath and Peak didn't want to take the chance that the mutant might decide he needed supervision if the teen used the shower instead.
Trying to hurry through it, Peak had to admit that the hot water felt good to his sore and aching muscles. In fact, he actually felt himself starting to relax for the first time since he'd gotten to Warnado.
Letting out a sigh, the teen quietly decided that a few more minutes wouldn't hurt.
Almost as soon as he thought that, he was startled by a rough knocking at the door, with Dread calling to him, “Are you trying to drown yourself in there?”
Peak scrambled to get out of the tub, not certain of his chances that Dread wouldn't just walk on in, “No! I'm fine!”
Reaching back in to yank the plug out of the drain, the teen hurriedly dried himself off with the towel. He'd barely wrapped the towel around his waist as a precaution when the bathroom door opened, letting Dread Wing in.
Before Peak could protest, Dread strode over to him and, yet again, hooked a finger under his collar. Dragging the protesting human out, Dread released him only to suddenly shove Peak backwards.
The human landed on the mutant's bed with a surprised yelp. Becoming panicked, Peak tried to scramble off the bed, only for Dread to knock him back down again.
Swearing, Peak tried to fight back, only for Dread to seize the human's hands in his own and press forward, using his own body weight to pin Peak down. He growled to the teen, “Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you, unless you don't start cooperating.”
The teen struggled against him, snapping, “Let me go!”
Dread Wing just shook his head and stepped back enough to forcibly turn the teen over, immediately pinning him down again by releasing the boy's hands to apply pressure to the back of Peak's neck. Swearing, the teen struggled to grab Dread's wrist and attempted to free himself, only stopping when his movements worked his towel loose.
Yelping, the blond instead reached down to secure it, not wanting Dread to see anything. The mutant king had in fact tried to look, but Peak had been fast enough to deny him any sight of the areas covered by the towel.
Resisting the urge to grumble, Dread used his free hand to get the container out of his belt pouch and opened it, gathering some of the cream onto his fingers. Applying a little more pressure to Peak's neck to keep the boy still, Dread smeared the cream onto the human's back, taking a little bit of delight in the surprised yelp.
Reminding himself to be gentle, the mutant began to rub the liniment in, saying, “See? I said I wasn't going to hurt you.”
Peak gave a muffled reply and Dread eased off on the pressure to let him speak properly. Gasping for air, the teen snapped, “You could have said something!”
Dread snorted, “I tried, you wouldn't stop fighting.”
Peak tried to reach back with one hand to swat at Dread, “I can do that myself! So just let me go already!”
The mutant got a little more cream and applied that to a different part of the human's back, “No. I might have done so if you hadn't fought me. Besides, how am I to know you'll actually put it on?”
Peak grumbled something, then tried to twist his head to get free, “Could you at least take your hand off my neck?”
“Are you going to fight me?”
There was a brief silence then, “No....not if you don't take it any further.”
Dread nodded to himself and removed his hand from Peak's neck, using both now to rub the cream in. The human shuddered under his hands, still very tense and ready to react at any unwanted stimuli.
Sighing mentally, Dread Wing got a little more of the cream and focused on his task. He couldn't help but notice the difference in their skins. Peak's was surprisingly soft and smooth, a direct contrast to Dread's own near-scale like skin.
The boy also had a lot of scars and Dread found himself in the unusual position of being both proud and yet ashamed at the high number of scars that he knew were a direct cause of Dread's own actions or orders.
Trailing his thumb along a long, thin scar that followed along Peak's ribs, Dread recalled that particular interrogation from months ago. If his memory was right, then that was the result of having Nocturna slash at the human with her extended, claw-like nails.
He saw the round burn scar further down. Ah yes, the hot rock torture. Dread smoothed his palm over that one, remembering how effective that method had been. Almost too effective really. Peak had spent more time then screaming than he had spilling demanded information.
Letting his hands slide against the human's skin, made slippery from the cream, Dread eventually came to a scar he didn't recognize. It was a long, dark one, and positioned dangerously close to Peak's right kidney.
Following it with one finger, he murmured aloud, “What caused this one?”
To his surprise, Peak answered, twisting a little to see which one Dread meant, “A dark draman got me with a bone blade. The docs swore up and down that I'd been lucky that day the whole time I was in Medical afterwards.”
Dread nodded and trailed his hands upwards, lightly tracing a different scar on the left side of Peak's ribs, “And this one?”
It was clearly some sort of burn scar, but Dread couldn't place it. Peak twisted the opposite way to see it, “Oh that? Shrapnel I think, from an exploding amber crystal. They normally don't have the power to cause that sort of damage, but then again, it'd gotten overloaded or something.”
Dread Wing nodded again and returned to his self-appointed task of rubbing the cream into the human's skin.
For his part, Peak returned to laying down, feeling more than a little ashamed with himself. He should be fighting Dread, not letting the mutant basically give him a massage!
But....well, he was even more ashamed for admitting this, but it did feel nice. Back on Airlandis, Peak didn't get a lot of personal attention, not unless he was sick or injured enough that it either kept him in Medical or got him taken off the work roster.
It wasn't that his family didn't care, it was just that they were all in positions that demanded a lot of their time and energy. The teen knew for a fact that his older siblings and his father were lucky to get more than a few hours of uninterrupted sleep, let alone time to spend on anything that wasn't work related. Peak himself wasn't excluded from any of that either, briefly remembering nights that he'd honestly debated doing homework over getting another hour of sleep, knowing that that one hour would affect his work and or school performance the following day.
Plus, his back was feeling better too. Whatever Dread was putting on him had to be doing that, easing the ache of the bruises and sore muscles. Add in that he was still warm from the bath and Peak actually found himself getting kind of sleepy.
Dread Wing smiled as he felt the human relaxing under his hands, taking care to keep his touch gentle. A major point of his plans hinged on Peak learning to associate good things with Dread, so it'd do no good to either of them to cause pain to the boy now.
Eventually he reached the inevitable stopping point, when enough of the cream had been applied and adding more would only be wasteful. Still, he couldn't quite stop himself from rubbing his hands against the teen's back, wishing for the day that he'd be able to feel more of his love.
Finally forcing himself to pull his hands away, Dread stepped back and waited for the teen to move. Only Peak didn't and instead stayed where he was, his breathing slow and even. Frowning a little, Dread Wing reached down and moved some hair out of the teen's face, revealing that the blond had actually fallen asleep!
The mutant Lord smirked to himself. That was a very good thing, as well as an indication of possibly forming trust that Peak had calmed enough to fall asleep near him.
Dread wondered what to do next. The proper thing would be to let the boy sleep but Dread was more concerned over if he should move Peak or not.
Deciding not to, just in case he woke the teenager up, Dread Wing reached down and first moved the small container out of the way. That done, he carefully readjusted Peak so that the teen was laying properly in the bed and then covered him with the blanket.
Just the sight of Peak sleeping in Dread's own bed was enough to make the mutant's cock swell with need. Gritting his teeth, Dread Wing forced himself to leave the bedside, not fully trusting himself to stick to his carefully thought out plans.
Stepping into the bathroom, he gathered up Peak's dragonator uniform along with the boots and left. He'd be back with lunch later, perhaps a change of clothes as well if they were finally ready.
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