Shameful subjugation

The Gryphon's neck and wrists were wrapped up tightly in the same kinds of bonds the Unicorn wore. It was almost like the Dragon was taking perverse pleasure in displaying his fate to him over and over again like this. He chuckled; smiling as the big, muscular Gryph delivered a plate of fruits and wine for them, and then turned slightly, bowing to the Dragon before he moved to exit the room.

Hooves sat up on the bed, ready to spring off and bolt out of the room to find an exit. The proud Zebracorn watching silently as the Gryphon came in, sickened to see yet another illustrious and audacious magical creature obviously broken by the domineering Dragon.

"Oh, Malster?" Titus called, making the Gryphon stopped, turning and smiling warmly.

"Yes, Master?" The Gryphon asked, in a voice that was so simpering and subservient that it was almost pitiful.

"Come over here.... kneel and show your new **** brother your purpose."

The Gryphon nodded, giving a chirp of delight as he returned to his Master. Moments later, the big, muscular Gryph was on his knees, nuzzling the Dragon's leg, and then slowly descending down to his clawed feet. His tongue snaked out, washing over those dusty talons while the Dragon stood there, impassively. "You see, each of my servants had a different kind of breaking, my dear 'corn." He said leeringly, laughing softly at the look of fear and disgust on the proud Zebracorn's muzzle. "That minotaur? I shattered his will too far, I'm afraid. He can barely function without my orders. But Malster here... Well, I'm afraid that I had to exploit his little weakness for claws to break him..." He explained, laughing a bit harder as the Gryph tongue speared between his toes eagerly.

"But you? You're... a bit of a kinky boy." Titus said, smirking at his helpless equine, who was watching the show in horror. "With you, I get to exploit... everything. Please, eat and drink... enjoy yourself..." The Dragon ordered, gesturing to the food as the Gryphon moaned loudly, tongue tracing between the Dragon's claws and his cock dangling free from his sheath. "My Gryphon will delightedly service me after this treat, after all." He said laughing softly, as Malster's leaking cock began to twitch. "I gave him everything he desired."

"I am not a ****." Hooves spat angrily, still it sent a chill down the myths spine, as he watched the Gryphon kneel down and lick those scaly feet. The Zebracorn gulped in terror, the truth in those words making hooves tremble. If the Dragon could discover all his kinks and use those against him... instantly the Zebracorn leaped off the bed. Bolting for the open door, even as he focused his mind on escaping this place and his powerful captor. Pushing by the pair Hooves was sprinting towards the door, when he felt the wards around the edges of it. This prison had no need of bars; it was magic that locked its inmates in. He stopped and reached out a hand, feeling the tingle of power in that opening. His hand pasted though without resistance, but the wide cuffs on his forearms rebounded with a loud 'Clang'. It made the sleek stripped Zebracorn stagger back, even as the Dragon chuckled at him. Turning he watched as the Gryphon's mouth moved up, to their captors crotch Malster it seemed had no trouble pleasing the beast who had broken him. As Hooves watched a sudden rush of subservience washed over him, he liked sucking other male's cocks and he was the Dragon's property at the moment. Plus the Dragon certainly had a nice big fucker; Hooves shook his head hard for a long second. Forcing himself to look away, knowing it was the magic of his bonds playing on his own normal feelings and desires. Using them just as they had used the Gryphon's own desires, to **** him to give himself away to his master pleasure and needs.

Titus laughed softly, chuckling and reaching down to stroke along the Gryphon's head, smiling as he felt the broken myth taking his cock into his muzzle. He gave a warm, satisfied groan as the other's tongue instantly started to please him. Dragging perfectly along the underside of his cock, so nicely trained and complaint. It felt good, but it didn't give him the pleasure that he'd had when the Gryphon has been desperately fighting him, struggling to resist the perfect pleasure of his claws and cock. Still, he wouldn't deny his earnest **** the pleasure, the black Dragon grabbed the other's head, rolling his hips and stuffing the Gryphon's throat over and over again.

The Zebracorn could hear the wet, thick sounds of the Dragon's cock flexing, working, plunging in and out of the other's muzzle. He could hear the moans of pleasure as Malster moaned in wanton lust and need. The Gryphon moaned loudly as the Dragon shoved forward, holding him there, cumming down his throat. A moment or two later, the Gryphon jerked slightly, cum oozing from his sheath down, over his heavy sac, dripping on the floor. Titus laughed loudly this time, stroking his pet, then stepping back. "Clean up your mess," He ordered his broken ****, knowing the Gryphon would do it without question.

The Zebracorn fought with himself to keep from watching, he could hear the soft suckling and lapping sounds. And soon found his own blunt cock head pressing uncomfortably against the metal grate of his cock cage. A shiver a conflicting thoughts and desire running through him, Hooves swallowed hard eve as his head turned. Watching as the Gryphon moaned in delight, as his master used his mouth. Intense desire swept over the myth as he watched the Dragon cumming down the others throat, jealously rearing up within the Zebracorn as he heard the Gryphon swallowing that cum. Hooves spat in anger knowing it was the magic making him feel that way, even while he watch the Gryphon cum just from getting him master off. Hooves understood that it was a conditioned response, and snorted knowing the Dragon was trying to do something similar to him.

Malster obediently leaned down, starting to lick his cum off the floor as the Dragon approach the helpless Unicorn. "I'm going to enjoy you..." He said darkly, laughing as his plans of breaking this defiant myth ran through his mind.

"Poor slut." Hooves snorted, the proud Zebracorn determined that he would never allow himself to be trained in such away. Even while watching the beast lick his own cream off the polished stone floor, gritting his big square teeth as the Dragon spoke. "Like hell you are... you're going to rue the day you brought me here." The Zebracorn sneered darkly, thinking he really should just kill his captor now. He knew that it would be easy to drive his horn thought that scaly chest; he started to lower his horn when something changed his mind. No... no he'd just escape and make the Dragon look like a fool... that would be much more satisfying.

"For now, eat your meal... and if you're needy, maybe beg Malster there to let you lick his nuts. They're quite large, even if they're mostly just for decoration these days."

"Wha... mostly for decoration? What have you done to him?" The proud Zebracorn demanded, as a powerful desire that his own balls should to be mostly for decoration... on some shelf somewhere filled him. 'Good gods... what was he thinking... he was a herd stallion he needed his balls to produce offspring.'

Titus laughed, stroking over the Zebracorn's handsome muzzle... he really was a sexy prize. He could try so many things, but none of them would work... and eventually, he'd take care of that pesky male potency as well. But for now, it served its purpose in the Dragon's plans.

"What did I do? His cock learned its place. It stays nice and safe in his sheath now. Not out where it could be hurt." He casually gestured, and the cage around the Zebracorn's sheath crackled slightly. There was an inherent threat there as well, be good or be hurt. "Don't get too aroused, or you might have to learn some of the same lessons he did."

By then, Malster had finishing licking his cum off the floor, standing and walking over next to the Dragon, stopping to nuzzle his shoulder before hurrying from the room. He might get in trouble for a nuzzle without permission, after all. Titus stood; looking down at the striped myth, and laughed... it was soft, almost barely audible. "Gods... You're going to be so much fun..." He murmured, stepping from the room and leaving the other male alone with his thoughts...

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