2 does not think this is how a knight should be treating their squire, but 1 is too powerful and important a figure in the realm’s court to offend. At first, it had seemed like a wonderful opportunity: a prestigious placement at the right hand of such a well-known hero and a cushy job to boot. Perfect for a young would-be-future-hero to get their name out. It had seemed a wonder that such a position would fall to someone with 2’s social status. That was before the job started.

Even from the first day, 1 began to take liberties with 2. At first it was small things, little degrading comments or tasks. Pet names that strode well past the boundaries of propriety. But it didn’t stop there. Demands for total, unquestioning obedience. Stripping away 2’s ego, bit by bit. By the end of the first week, 2 had found themselves complying with dehumanizing demands just to ensure they kept their prestigious position. By the end of the second week, it had become clear that 1 wanted far more from 2 than the servitude of a squire. By the end of the third week, 2 had resigned themselves to their new career as 1’s sex slave. By the end of the fourth week, 2 had started to enjoy it.

1 was notorious: a known killer, the terror of the seas. 2 was a crew member on the latest merchant vessel unlucky enough to encounter 1’s black-sailed ship. Once it became abundantly clear that 1’s ship and crew were far more suited to combat than 2’s, 1 had offered the crew of 2’s ship a chance to surrender. The rest of 2’s crew had been honorable. They fought to the last and went down with their ship. 2 was a coward. They surrendered immediately.

Now, 2 is a prisoner on 1’s ship. It’s not often the captain (1) has access to such easy entertainment. They intend to make the most of it.

2 has just completed a dark ritual meant to pull 1 into this world from the dark and mysterious beyond. 1 has come, but has not been forced into subservience as the ritual’s instructions had promised they would be. 1 turns the tables on 2 and demonstrates just how much more powerful they are.

(This one has a lot of options. Setting is almost completely up for grabs; could be pretty much anywhere, pretty much any time. I’m willing to jam anything from the stereotypical “fantasy dark ages” setting to “space opera with demon cameo”. It also opens the door for whoever plays the demon to have fun with all kinds of magical powers; imagination is the limit. Well, that and our kink limits, I suppose. c;)

2 signed up for the program because they needed the money to get by. The pay was good, and the lab would provide room and board. If the whole thing seemed a little sketchy, well... at least it was only a three month program. Surely nothing that bad could happen in just three months, right?

Upon arriving at the lab administered by 1, 2 began to have misgivings about the entire operation. Sure, the accommodations were nice, if a bit clinical, but it wasn’t the broad strokes that worried 2. It was the details. Details like the lack of a handle on the inside of their room’s door. Details like the rather concerningly thick waiver they signed. Details like the fact that before they were buzzed out of their room, they were asked to report to their first experience in one of the test chambers in “clothing that was easy to get off.” And then, the experiments began.

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1 was studying human pleasure. How best to cause it. How to enhance it with just the right amount of pain. How much of it it took to break someone. They had always been interested in the field. There were plenty of willing subjects, of course. Just pay them well enough and give them room and board, and they practically flocked in. And today, if 1 recalled correctly, there was a fresh volunteer just waiting for the latest round of new tests they had planned...


This is definitely the least “vanilla” of my pitches, so if you’re not comfortable with that, probably pick something else.

1 discovered long ago that it was far more fun to play with your food. If you just gobbled up the innocent, young, little thing they sent you in your yearly tribute right away, that was it. You were done. But the ones they sent you were never that young. And if you made it clear that the longer they entertained you, the longer they lived, then you got to enjoy them for much longer than the few moments it would take to just snap them up.

Of course, it wasn’t limited to just enjoying each new tribute in 1’s human form. Sometimes, it could be fun to take on their full draconic form and toy with the little human like that. Or make the little human toy with them. It was quite enjoyable, what those tiny human hands could do to something the size of a dragon.

The tributes were food, in the end, but 1 had learned to savor their meals in every way possible.

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2 sat behind the mules pulling the cart of various delicacies and riches that were to be this year’s tribute to the great and terrible dragon. They were nervous, but resolved. 2 had drawn the short straw the very first year they had been eligible for the lottery, and they intended to uphold their honor by journeying willingly to the dragon’s lair, rather than being tied up and dragged there against their will.

So now they rode behind their mules up the winding mountain track, awaiting their certain doom.

It seemed like the age-old adage was true. High school really didn’t ever end. Sure, in their first year of college, it was a different set of faces on the people bullying 2, but the tropes were all the same, if a bit more extreme outside the (relatively) sheltering halls of 2’s high school. For some reason, 2 just seemed to attract the wrong kind of attention from the wrong kind of people. 1 was the worst of the lot, constantly finding new ways to embarrass and belittle 2 in front of their friend group. But... was it just 2’s imagination, or did the specific things 1 did seem to have a tendency towards landing 2 in a particular kind of compromising situation?

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1 thought it was cute when 2 blushed like that. And 1 was the sort of person to find ways to get what they wanted. So 1 spent their days dreaming up new fun ways to make 2 blush. Well, maybe do a bit more than blush. To tell the truth, 1 was more than a little bit horny for 2, and it seemed like the world had gifted 1 the perfect opportunity to capitalize on that horniness. 1’s friend group had quickly identified 1 as “the leader” and 2 as “the victim.” And who was 1 to turn down a golden opportunity like that?

(I’d like this one to lean heavily into public humiliation play. If you’re uncomfortable with that, probably pick a different one.)