Captured Dragon

There was something enticing about seeing heroes in a pickle. About seeing them on the hands of enemies, fallen and defeated. If someone asked Josh what, he would not be able to answer, but he knew that something about that was just very hot. He was not the only one who thought that, as there was a lot of artwork online of famous heroes defeated, captured, and even molested by the villains.

Po was a good candidate for such situations, as the panda looked painfully adorable (a perfect little victim) and the movies and shows had many hot antagonists. Yeah, Josh liked the idea of that little hero being capture by a villain who would break him and put him on his place. And the idea of being him that villain made it even more exciting.

“We are playing the Captured Dragon.” Josh said, more a command than anything else. “You better be ready, panda. Because I’ll show you no mercy.”

“Oh my...” Po said, “Okay then... you are kinda spooky.” That was all Po said before he vanished in blue pixels. Soon, the whole room was changing around Josh, and soon, he was in a completely different place.

This new place looked like some short of castle, with walls and floor made of stone, and a high and imposing ceiling above, held up by thick pillars of stone with engravings of snakes (or would they be Chinese dragons?) in them. The place had all the feel of the lair of a villain, including the throne.

Yes, Josh was now sitting on a throne. One that was quite comfortable, by what it seemed. The throne looked to be made of hard wood with some very soft furnishing, which felt comfortable for Josh to lay it. He could notice how comfortable it was even through his armor. Yes, that was another thing, Josh was now wearing a black and red armor on his body, which certainly looked like something a Chinese warlord would wear. He was also wearing a red tissue that covered his crotch and, according to Josh’s feeling, was the only thing that actually covered his privates. The young man was not wearing armor on his crotch, neither any underwear, and that loincloth-like strand of red tissue was the only thing that kept his privates from being expose for everyone to see.

As Josh admired his new outfit and his throne (he felt very inclined to believe that the throne was his’), he heard approaching footsteps. As the footsteps got closer, the young man could also make out the sound of chains, as well as the sounds of grunts.

Josh looked, and he saw four individuals approaching. At the lead, was a buffalo of some kind, and he was carrying a spear. Behind him, two rhinos came, both of them also carrying spears. Between them, there was a figure that Josh immediately recognized. Po had been chain, as his hands had been cuff behind his back, and his ankles were chain by shackles, certainly making impossible for him to run or jump. The panda was also wearing a muzzle over his face, which silenced him, and it muffled what seemed to be protests, as the Dragon Warrior seemed to be trying to say something, and was struggling as if to slip free from the shackles, but he was unable to. He was push forward by the rhinos, each one holding an arm as they **** him to walk forward. Soon, they were all before the man on his throne.

“My lord.” The buffalo said, bowing respectfully. “Here is the Dragon Warrior. Captured and brought before you in chains, as you requested.” He gestured to the panda, who still seemed to be trying to escape.

“Yeah, we also muzzled him.” One of the rhinos said, “Seriously, the guy just didn’t shut up.”

Josh looked at them. More importantly, he looked at the chained panda. Their eyes met, and Josh could see the fear in the eyes of the chained panda. It sent a tingling up his spine.

There was Po. And he was his’, to do with as he pleased.