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[b][u][center]Becoming a Perverted Ornament

Part 3

For NerubianKnight

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Axel drifted in the perverted dreams that the plug and socket in his ass gave him. The capybara couldn’t move, but his mind was assaulted with constant fantasies. Whether they were pulled from inside of him or delivered from outside, he didn’t know, but they combined with the constant pleasure from below to make things intense…too intense…

He moaned as the tingling flow continued to run from his prostate to his balls and up to his cock, making him all too aware of the constant clenching and flexing of the little bits of tubing inside of him. Each pulse brought more pre-cum out of his depths and through his cock, and he was aware, even if only vaguely, of every last drop that filtered through his shaft and along the piercing at the head to the pool below.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Panting from raw lust, the capybara stared into space as his mind continued to flood with self-pleasure. That, in turn, was warped by the fantasies that came to him, and he whimpered as the garden kept fading into a different view, one of need, and want, and debauchery such as he would never have had the courage to possess in his old world.

Drip.

[i]He was on his back, his eyes wide, his mouth open as males and females and others besides stood over him. They dipped their toes in his mouth, making him lick them clean. Sometimes they were already clean, licked so by their own slaves, while others were sweaty or musky. Still others had been dipped in food, feeding him off their digits. Whatever the situation was, he had to lick them clean.

His cock throbbed away every time that they used him as nothing more than the object that he was, forcing their toes over his tongue, making him do something degrading and arousing at the same time. The capybara whimpered, his eyes rolling back –[/i]

Drip.

[i]He was on all fours, his ass in the air, his hole being stretched out around a huge horse cock. In, out, in, out it pounded, reminding him where he belonged as an entire audience watched him. Every eye was either on him or on the cock inside of him, watching as he took it and served them as entertainment.

The squelching sound of that fat horse cock sliding in was enough to keep him on edge, and even if it wasn’t, the sheer girth of it was doing more than enough to keep him oozing. He moaned, his hole burning from the sheer size of that thing, taking it and loving it with every thrust. Everyone was calling him a slut, but he didn’t care; all he wanted was more of that fat cock.

Axel imagined how he would look after he was done, after he was gaping and a complete mess from the well-taken rut. How would he feel with his hole turning inside-out, gaping and pushed out and –[/i]

Drip.

[i]Again, on his knees, but this time with his hands behind his back and his cock thrust forward. A vibrating ring hummed around the base of his shaft as his mistress sat before him, her toes tugging on the piercing at the head and pulling it forward, down, forward, down, making his cock bow to her over and over again.

“Such a good boy, showing off for everyone. Fountain getting close?”

Her question could only be answered with a moan as he failed to thrust his hips. The constant pulling on the piercing was a constant reminder that she had total control over his cock, that it belonged to her.

Faceless eyes looked back at him from the crowd, staring at him, judging him for being nothing but a bitch that belonged to someone stronger, better, sexier than him. His fat dick kept spewing pre-cum over her foot, and he knew that he’d have to lick it clean.

But it was the ring that had his attention. The buzzing, humming ring was pushing him closer and closer to orgasm. The mess of the last one was all around him, waiting for him to clean it up when he was done blowing his load, but this next one –

“Cum.”

There was no hesitation. He blew his load on her command, shooting strings of white all over the floor. Spurt, spurt, spurt went his cock, and instantly the sheer pleasure of the ring turned to overwhelming hyper-stimulation. His breath was stolen in a sudden scream, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets as he humped the air.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Each time, he shot another burst of cum from his cock, splattering it on the ground, and when it was done, the vibrations notched up another ramp. He was going to cum again, but until then, he would be in pain-pleasure, and –[/i]

Drip.

[i]On his back again, this time with his cock sliding against some lucky bitch’s cunt. He couldn’t move, couldn’t even shift his position for slightly greater comfort, but that was to the better. He was a dildo, now, nothing but a dildo for the lucky wolf woman over him.

She slid her hips forward, teasing his cock, running her pussy right to the head of the shaft before sliding down again. Every time that it came so close, he wanted to whimper, but he held back by the skin of his teeth.

Forward.

Back.

Forward.

Back.

The little silenced screams kept threatening the back of his teeth, and his balls surged, pulling up and almost blowing their load over his belly. He would have cum a hundred times already if it wasn’t for the fact that there was a ring around the base of his cock keeping him from cumming. He wanted to thrust, wanted to rut, but no. He was nothing but a dildo, one that was lucky enough to get to still use his cock and feel it rather than being restrained and numb like some of the bad boys.

The wolf lifted her hips, grabbing his cock, and slid the head of his shaft against her sex. He moaned –[/i]

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Click.

“Wake up, kid. Wake up.”

Silvercock woke him from his lustful trance as the rod popped out of his hole. The socket that had held it was still inside him, but the tingle had stopped, and the constant flow that he had been aware of suddenly cut off. An ache that he had never felt before hit him hard, and Axel almost crumbled to his knees right then and there.

“Whoa, whoa, hang on. Just hang on a second,” Silvercock said, the fox holding him up by the shoulders. “Just breathe through it, kid. That’s it. Just breathe through it. You’re going to be okay.”

“Fuck…fuck, my balls…”

“Heh, yeah. The first time’s a royal bitch, isn’t it? Feels like they’re drained down to raisins, doesn’t it?”

Nodding, Axel forced himself to open his eyes and look down. His cock was still slightly hard, but it was slowly sagging down now that he was no longer pulsing and throbbing. He looked past it at his sac, and he didn’t even see it. Just how much had that damn thing milked out of him? The capybara leaned forward a bit further –

“That…that’s it?”

The pool around the fountain podium he’d been sitting on looked almost dry. There was, perhaps, a quarter of an inch in the fountain, but he had seen the jackal surrounded by at least three inches of depth, and he’d been on a bigger one than Axel had. Had he been left on the podium for less time? Were his balls just not as good? Why did he have so little in there and yet feel like his balls had been pushed to their limits?

“Don’t worry about it. First time’s never that good,” Silvercock said, gently guiding him down from the podium and back to the grassy ground. “It takes some modification to be able to ooze that much. And you didn’t do too badly for the first time. Most of the mistress’s toys end up barely oozing a few hundred milliliters. You nearly managed three quarters.”

Three quarters of a liter. That was…still an insane quantity, but at least it was something that he could encompass. He wanted to curl up anyway; his balls felt like they were never going to produce anything ever again after being put through that.

Silvercock had to support him as they walked through the garden, but even as the fox tried to instruct him on his future, Axel kept slipping back into those perverted ‘dreams’ that had taken him on so many different journeys while he’d been nothing but a fountain. The constant assault of different fantasies had made him more and more aware of how good they were, and more, how right they felt. Each one had battered at his mind, reducing his embarrassment little by little until he had embraced them, all but begging for the next one. It was humiliating, but at the same time, there was no denying how much pleasure there was in the constant abuse.

Knowing that, maybe there was something to what the dragoness had said. The mistress had said that he wanted this, had even forced him to confess to it, but now that he was living it…it was hard to deny that there was something more to it than he had expected. Having cum himself clear of the fantasies time after time, he’d never really embedded himself in them, but this time? This time, he didn’t have a choice, and the longer that he spent as her bitch, the more that he found that he liked it.

He looked down at his chest, and his cock. The piercings glittering there were a bright reminder of how much his life had changed since he’d arrived. Even if he took those out, he’d still have the holes left behind, and one of them probably wouldn’t heal properly. Not for a very, very long time.

“She really does own me,” Axel muttered.

“Finally realizing that, Fountain?” Silvercock chuckled. “Glad that it’s getting through your head.”

“Gimme a break. I’m not used to this.”

“Don’t have slavery where you come from?”

“Not like this. Not this public.”

“Well, you get used to that. Sooner or later.”

“…Yeah, I think…I think I’m starting to.”

“Good man. Let’s see what the Mistress thinks of you, eh? Can you stand on your own now?”

Axel tested his footing and nodded. The fox let him take a few shaky steps, then led the way to the front door. This time, the capybara didn’t let himself get distracted by the other fountains or the little plants that he saw wriggling toward the paralyzed ‘water features.’ If there was more to see, he would see it when the dragoness decided that it was time for him to see it. He was learning.

Inside, they walked down the pink and purple hallway to another set of rooms. This time, Axel was able to keep his head on his shoulders and not completely lose himself to the strange sense of lewdness that completely dominated the architecture. Phallic handles, vaginal keyholes, and more were everywhere. It wasn’t just the paintings and the statues and the busts that were thrust forward at every hollow and every flat space of wall; everything suggested sex wherever he went.

Yet, he was able to hold on as they reached a door that was marked ‘Playrooms and Dungeons.’ Silvercock pulled the handle and stepped inside, and Axel followed.

The first room was filled with soft, rubber suits that were pressed to the wall and more rubber padding on the floor. They were plush to the touch, his steps bouncing off them a bit and leaving him feeling rather…cushioned, for lack of a better term.

“This is the latex room,” Silvercock said, walking forward. “The Mistress has put many people through drone-ification here. Some of them are still tied to the walls.”

The capybara blinked, taking another look at the black walls. Here and there, person-shaped bulges stood out from the soft black, and he realized that they were melted to it, molded to the room by her magic. Vague cock shapes and ass bulges could also be seen, pushing out from the wall, and he hurried on just a bit faster, just a little quicker.

The next room was filled with bondage gear, most of which was in use. He saw an orca male, a fox female, and two raccoons pinned to various machines. Some were upright, some were on all-fours, but all were getting fucked and milked. The males had their cocks jammed down tubes, the females had their pussies getting pumped and their nipples sucked, and all of them had their assholes filled to the brim with some toy or other. The lucky ones were only getting vibed, while others were getting railed by machines that pounded them with cocks as big as Axel’s arm.

And that wasn’t a small, weedy arm, either.

“The Mistress likes to encourage readiness and productiveness,” Silvercock said. “If you’re not ready for a fisting at the drop of a hat, it’s probably not ready just yet.”

“A…A fisting?!”

“The Mistress has a very long reach.”

It was like the more that he learned, the more conflicted he became. Peace was never going to be an option in this house, he had already known that, but there was a difference between knowing and [i]knowing[/i] something. Now, he was seeing the reality; the closest to peace that he’d get would be the rare times that he was allowed to sleep or the days that he was kept as a fountain. Everything else would be work, display, or training, and the idea of getting pinned down and fucked like that, with tools that big, was just…

He didn’t even know if it was arousing or horrifying. Maybe both.

They proceeded through one playroom or dungeon after another, each one focused on a different kink. Latex and bondage, then technophilia, then hypnosis, then sounding, then living insertions, and so much more. It seemed as if the Mistress of the House had a dungeon or a playroom for every kink that existed, and some that he had never heard of before.

They’d just left the room of pit-play and entered another – one that shared the sheer heat of the previous one – when they finally found the dragoness. She was seated on the face of a dolphin woman, and Axel froze in mid-step as Silvercock bowed before her.

“Mistress, I present Fountain.”

“Very good. You may go.”

The fox left immediately, leaving him alone with the dragoness and her living furniture. It was impossible not to stare at her, at least a little bit, considering that she was still naked and the fact that she was using someone else’s face as a seat. Axel could still remember how that rump looked and how it felt to have those plush cheeks spreading on either side of his face, and the power of that memory made his overused cock ache.

“Fountain.”

“Mistress,” Axel said, bowing his head before he could stop himself.

“Learning, are we?”

“A bit, I guess.”

“And what have we learned?”

“…I can’t escape.”

“And?”

“And…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know that I want to.”

“Hmmm.”

“What? What is it, Mistress?”

The dragoness chuckled, shaking her head. She leaned back, resting her hands on the dolphin’s chest just out of sight. The movement almost shoved her cock into view, but he managed to keep his eyes up, just barely avoiding staring at it and losing himself to that sort of lust-trance again. It was a close thing, though, and he shivered at how much he still [i]wanted[/i] to look down. It was right there, right there –

“You are a strange one.”

“I – I think that – I think that this whole thing is strange, Mistress.”

“No, no, not like that. I mean that you clearly want all of this. I’ve seen it, made you say it, and we both know that you aren’t lying about wanting all this. You crave to be put in your place, you desire so much of the kinks that you’ve seen…but you never want to admit that it’s something that you’d like to have happen. You want to be able to leave. You want to see it, try it, taste it, but know that there’s always a door that will let you get out again. And that’s the part of you that keeps making it so much harder than it needs to be. That’s the part of you that needs to learn that one last lesson.”

“I…I already know I can’t leave.”

“Mmm, no, no.”

He knew what was coming. She broadcast it as loudly as one could with body-language, and yet, he still didn’t try and avoid it. As his Mistress lifted her foot from the ground, showing off her sole, her dancing toes, and the slight wrinkles along the bottom of her foot, he found himself on his knees again. The space between hitting the ground and taking her foot in hand disappeared from his memory; all that mattered was where he was now.

“Tell me why you fight?”

“I don’t want to lose everything,” he said. “I want to keep feeling embarrassed. I don’t want to be normal, like one of them. I want to be embarrassed, to enjoy myself, to have no choice but still feel that edge.”

“Heh…and you think I can’t make that happen?”

“I’m afraid, Mistress.”

“You can be afraid. But now…”

She pushed him back, and he was made to look away. He gasped as he came back to himself, flat on his back in her dungeon, and his face burned as he realized what he’d just said.

[i]Oh god…oh god…[/i]

“You never want to get used to it, so you always pull out just when things are getting good. You think that it’s going to leave you broken, so you run away before things can change. And because of that, you never get the chance to enjoy it properly.”

She was over him now. He rolled onto his back, staring up at her and her big cock, her heavy balls, the puffy slit just behind them. It was impossible to look anywhere else as she loomed overhead, one hand on her hips and the other going down to the base of her cock, stroking it ever so slowly.

“Under me, you won’t have a choice.”

“Mistress…mistress, please, I – nngh!”

Her toe claw popped through the Prince Albert piercing at the head of his cock, pulling on it and dragging it down. She slowly pulled him up as she bent his dick down between his legs, making him sit up and face her crotch. The way that her cock just loomed over him like that was intimidating, and arousing.

“Tell me. Why would you want to leave this?”

“I…I…”

“Tell me.”

Smack.

Her cock slapped against the side of his cheek. A whimper escaped him, but the capybara couldn’t look away.

“Tell me.”

Smack.

Another, from the other side. His cheeks burned hotter than ever, but his cock throbbed under her foot. Purple toes teased the head of his shaft, stroking on either side, keeping him from going anywhere near soft as she kept working him up.

“Tell me.”

Smack.

“Tell me.”

Smack.

“Tell me.”

“Because –”

The next smack didn’t come. Axel bit his lips, looking at that thick cock at the side of his face, how it just rested against his muzzle and went past his eye. It was…it was hot. It was fucking hot, and the way that it just controlled him so easily was even hotter. The smell of her sac went right to his head, keeping him needy, wanting, just oozing with desperation for it, his throat already wanting to be claimed again and his ass not much better.

But he had to answer. He had to.

“Because I don’t think I’m good enough. I don’t…what if I’m not good enough…for any of this? I just…all I did was look at porn. What…what can I do…”

“What can you do?”

The dragoness tilted his head back. Their eyes met, but this time, hers didn’t start glowing right away. Instead of immediately taking his mind, she stared into his eyes, holding the stare for another second, then another, and another.

“What you’re told.”

“…What?”

“Do what you’re told, and you can make it out here,” she said. “Do what you’re told, make sure that I feel good, and you’re set.”

“…That…that’s all?”

“That’s all.”

“…I…that can’t…but what –”

“Heh, and one more thing.”

“Wh –”

“Stop thinking.”

Then the lights came on, and his eyes were caught. He stared straight at her, and his mouth hung open as she pulled her hips back, dragging her cock against his lips before slowly sliding it past them.

In, in, in it went, all the way down the back of his tongue into his throat. He moaned despite himself as it popped in, dragging its way down into his neck. Further, further, further, staining his tongue with the taste of her salty pre-cum, it went, and every time that he swallowed, he got a little blast of her juices to go along with it.

It didn’t take long before she was balls-deep in his muzzle, claiming it the way that she always did. Every thrust bounced her balls off his chin, and Axel…

Axel loved it.

More than that, he felt something in the back of his head. Make her feel good? He could make her feel good. Hell, maybe he could make her feel better than the dolphin had been doing. He thrust his tongue forward, running it under her shaft the next time that she rammed in, tilting his head ever so slightly so that the tip of her cock rubbed against the roof of his mouth –

“Mmmm, that’s better…”

She was dripping more, now, dripping down his throat and adding to the thick flavor on his tongue. It was nice; she tasted good to him, and knowing that he was the cause of her pleasure made it even better. In, out, in, out, the thickness of her cock forcing his jaw to stretch every time that she rammed in, only to take some of that pressure off and give him relief as she pulled back to the head. The taste, the squirting juices, the raw feeling of being used: it all added up to keep his cock hard as a rock between his legs, showing him how much he needed this, how much he wanted this.

He sucked, swallowed, and bobbed his head when he could, taking her cock further. Was he in control of himself? Not in the slightest, but there were things that he could add to the order to suck her off.

Suck.

Swallow.

Lick.

Tilt his head just right.

There were little things that he could do that would make the blowjob better, and he added each one that he could think of, taking his time to really work her cock into the back of his throat and swallow around it. He could feel the pulsing, throbbing need that she had going through her, and the way that her balls jumped sometimes when she ground against his face reminded him that her pleasure was the important one.

He pushed his lips together that much more tightly, sucking in when she started pulling out to make it that much better, that much tighter around her cock. She gave no sound of approval, but the way that she started to thrust harder? That told him that he was doing a good job.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

She had one hand on the back of his head, but otherwise, she let him work his magic. His tongue was always moving, pushing her cock up to grind against the roof of his mouth or working along the underside. He curled it up on either side, forming a divot for her to thrust into, and then pulling back to let her thrust as she liked.

And his throat was constantly squeezing down around her cock, trying to get more from it, trying to milk it for everything that it had. The taste of her was getting stronger and stronger, and he moaned for more as he sucked her off. Thrust, thrust, thrust, forcing his throat to open, his eyes rolling back as he tried to keep up with breathing while she used him, the feeling of that head going so far down that he was half-sure that she was going to fuck his guts: it was all so intense, and it was beyond anything that mere fantasy could have given him.

Suck.

Suck.

Suck.

She finally hilted in the back of his throat, holding herself there. For a split-second, he thought she was just grinding her scent into him again, but no. Not this time. He felt the sudden jump with her balls, the way that the churning turned to something else, and he knew that it was time.

He brought his hands up and hugged her hips to his face, keeping her pinned against his mouth as he swallowed around her suddenly-bulging cock. He could feel the sudden surge of her seed going through her shaft, felt the swell along the underside as it grew out to let the seed shoot down. More, more, more, and more besides went right down his throat, shooting down to his stomach. He could feel every last heated shot, and he savored it as it went down his neck.

He kept swallowing, making sure that he milked his Mistress’s cock of everything that she had to offer, and everything that he could beg her to give him. Axel wasn’t sure where the sudden lust came from, but he was happy to indulge. Every last slurp brought that little bit more, and even when she was no longer shooting her load, she was still holding it there for him to suckle on like some little perverted bitch. The thought was enough to have him slide his hips forward, grinding his cock under her foot. He was surrendering, he realized, surrendering himself to her, and it was a glorious feeling.

“Not bad.”

Finally, she pulled at his head, dragging it back until the tip of her cock popped out of his throat. He coughed, sputtering despite himself, and he was completely lightheaded as she tilted his head back. His cock was stiff under her foot, and her cock was stiff over his face. Not softening at all, but drool-covered, linked by strings of spit to his mouth.

“Now you understand,” she said.

Axel nodded. If this was what being broken felt like, he had to admit that it felt pretty damn good. There was something…something relaxing about being so…so open-minded. He felt like his brain was going to leak right out his ears to some extent, but that was something that he could live with.

“Say it, then. Who are you?” she asked.

“Fountain.”

“Who am I?”

“Mistress.”

“What is your purpose?”

“Whatever you ask of me…whatever you want from me…as long as it makes you feel good,” Fountain said.

“Mmm, looks like you are properly broken in, finally. Still a lot of training to get done…and some augmentations to put in…but you’re broken in. No more trying to run away. No more worrying about what might happen next. You’re just a good boy now, aren’t you, Fountain?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

And he honestly meant that. For all that he was still embarrassed about saying that, for all that he imagined that he would burn red with blush after blush after blush when the guests started coming around, he wanted it. He [i]craved[/i] that feeling of humiliation that he could only get here, and his cock ached to be seen and teased and…god, he could only imagine what else she could put him through. This was like a fantasy come to life, and if there was anyone that could keep upping the ante, it was her.

The dragoness stepped off his cock, and it immediately swung up and slapped his stomach. It felt like a horse slapping its stomach with its cock, and he bit his lips at how bestial and arousing it felt to be just…so virile, so horny that he could still be up and ready despite the heavy milking that he had already gone through. Just how much more intense could this –

He blinked. His mistress had gone from standing to getting on all fours, facing away from him. From this angle, he could see her asshole and her pussy, the latter drooling with her own juices, her thighs soaked from the back now that he could see everything. The thick, heavy, [i]warm[/i] scent that came off it had his cock bouncing and twitching in a strange, near-feral breeding urge.

“For being so good and breaking yourself, I’m going to give you a treat. You’re big enough – just – for me. So, get on top and start humping away.”

“…”

“Or if you’re [i]too[/i] tired, I’ll call Silvercock and have him start working on your first augmentation. But this opportunity doesn’t come after, Fountain. If you don’t take it now, heh, it might be years before I allow you to – heh, good boy.”

His cock hurt. There was no getting around that; his cock hurt like a bitch, and it was still beyond oversensitive. He could feel every little bit of air moving around it, and he doubted that he would have any sort of load to shoot in the dragoness by the end of the rut. At the same time, he would be [i]damned[/i] if he gave up the chance to put his cock in pussy. The feeling of the piercing at the tip made it so different from fucking his hand, but god, it was still good. He rammed in all the way and set to rutting. No need to think, just fuck.

It was good.

He was good.

This was going to be okay.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Axel wakes up from his trance on the training rod, and ends up getting a reward from his mistress.

Tags: M/I, Drakina, Dragoness, Fox, Capybara, Training, Facesitting, Domination, Oral, Facefucking, Vaginal, Orgasm, Cum, Musk, Foot Fetish, Miniseries, Toys, Public, Exhibitionism, Nudity, Slavery,