Hiccup felt humiliated and uncomfortable, dressed in a skimpy outfit and chained at the ankle in Drago's chambers, with a thick leather collar around his neck. He smelled of lilacs, and while the bath he received had been comfortable, the servants hadn't left any part of his body unwashed, leaving him to feel somehow dirtier than when he got in. The room was thick with Drago's stench, and the scent of beer. The servants had left Hiccup a tray of food, but he hadn't touched it, feeling sick to his stomach.
The door was unlocked and Drago stepped inside, shutting the door closed and locking it again. He shrugged his cloak off and draped it over a hook on the wall. "Well, pet," he said, making Hiccup's skin crawl with the nickname, "you look good. Those clothes are fitting of my wife. I'll have to reward my servants." He walked over to Hiccup and grabbed his chin with his huge hand, turning the boy's face and examining him. Hiccup wanted to spit on him, but feared the consequences. Drago then reached up and grabbed a fistful of Hiccup's hair, shoving him down hard onto his knees. Hiccup winced as his skin was scrapped against the stone.
Drago pulled tightly on his hair and tilted his head up as Hiccup bit his lip to keep from crying out. "You like to talk big...but let's see what else that mouth of yours is good for." Hiccup's eyes went wide with fear as Drago used his free hand to release his half-hard cock. It was huge and smelled disgusting, and Hiccup didn't want it anywhere near him. As he tried to pull away, Drago tugged on his hair and shoved the tip against his mouth. "Suck, boy. And if I feel your teeth, I'll rip them all out one by one." Hiccup shuddered and tried not to cry as he parted his lips slightly and ran his tongue over it. It tasted worse than it smelled, and Hiccup pulled away and gagged. But Drago was having none of that. He pulled his hair once more, harsher this time, and forced Hiccup's mouth around his dick, thrusting in to the hilt with one sway of his hips. Hiccup choked and coughed around it, feeling his gag reflex spring to life. Drago's thick pubic hair tickled his nostrils, and the stench stuck to the inside of his nose as he struggled to breathe.
"Mmm...," he heard Drago moan. "Your tongue is nice and hot. Now don't vomit, or you'll pay..." He started to thrust in and out, pulling Hiccup by his hair to help the speed. Hiccup had no control, Drago's thickness hitting the back of his throat and spreading his jaw farther than was comfortable. It was the worst thing he'd ever tasted. He lifted his hands up and pressed against Drago's waist, trying to get away, but the man was too strong and he didn't budge. Hiccup heard Drago's breath get heavier as he thrust faster, making the boy groan and whimper. He felt like his jaw would snap off.
He felt Drago's fist clench his hair harder as the man thrust deep into his mouth and shot cum into the back of his throat. Hiccup panicked, hitting his palms against Drago and choking on the vile liquid, coughing and struggling to gulp it all down. Some of it leaked out of his mouth and dripped down his chin before Drago pulled out, taking some of it with him in a disgusting string of cum and saliva. Hiccup lurched and coughed a good amount of it out onto the floor, sucking in deep lungfuls of air.
Drago kicked Hiccup in the face and he flew sideways, shouting in pain. "Look at that mess you made," he said coldly. Hiccup rubbed his sore face, looking at the pool of cum he'd spit out. "You'd better clean it up before I get really mad..." Hiccup nodded slowly, scared, and looked around for something to wipe up the mess. Drago rolled his eyes and grabbed Hiccup's hair again, pulling him back to the mess. "We don't have all day, pet. Lick it up."
"L..lick it?" Hiccup asked weakly. Drago pushed his face into the floor and told him to hurry again. He gulped in disgust and closed his eyes before sticking his tongue out and slowly lapping up the mixture. Drago released his hair and stood up straight, lifting his boot and stepping on Hiccup's back, applying a small pressure. Hiccup felt more like a dog than a wife. When he had finished cleaning it all up, Drago picked him up and unchained his ankle, knowing he wouldn't dare try to escape now. He ripped what little clothing Hiccup wore off, then threw the boy onto his bed, enjoying the small cry that came from him.
