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Draconicon's Life Story

Magic Balls 4

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By Draconicon

It was three days after the last experiment session with the group, and Draconicon could already tell that taking the cage had been a bad idea.

He adjusted himself for the seventh time in that hour, feeling the metal digging into his dick and the runes glowing around him every time that he tried to use his magic to adjust it without having to reach down and actually touch himself. Admittedly, it was good to know that his skill at enchantment and keeping other magic off of himself was working, and that he had put together something that was worthwhile rather than just a cheap piece of trash, but it was making it harder to think on his work than he liked.

The black dragon groaned as he felt his cock throb hard in the cage, making its latest futile attempt to get hard and failing just as quickly. He bit his lips as it tried to push against the flat-bottomed end of the metal tube, how it tried to inflate against the metal-ringed sides. Everything pushed back, crushing it back down to a soft shape, and his balls ached from the new denial that came with it.

I am going to have to make sure that I don't do this again, he thought, panting softly as he dragged a feather quill along a piece of parchment. One week is going to be bad enough. Imagine getting locked in one of these for longer...

He would have removed it, but it would have been fighting his own magic to make it happen. He'd designed the cock cages so that they would attach to the base of a dragon's shaft, and then link with the magic on the other side, establishing a self-fed continuum that allowed for a constantly growing strength that kept the cage on. So, if he tried to take it off, he would be fighting the full force of his magic in the process, which would mean that all he'd manage was a personal injury, if not much more.

So, he'd dealt with it.

The first day hadn't been too bad, though the night after class had been a pain when he had ideas of how to enjoy one of his students and no way to actually do it. The cage had been tight, waking him up in the morning, but other than that, it hadn't been that bad.

The second day had been quite a bit worse, forcing him to use a little magic to keep himself from dripping through the cage as he started to look at his students with more ideas, the perversions starting to mount up in the back of his brain. He'd seen males that he wanted to bend over and break into being a bitch, and females that he wanted to breed and leave them dripping, possibly filled with his eggs already. He'd had to hold back from starting to hypnotize the whole class, knowing that he would only be frustrated by the end of it.

Today...

Stop thinking about it, you're only going to make it throb all the harder, he thought, but it was too late. His cock was already bouncing in its cage, making the metal tink gently against the bottom of the table he sat at. The black dragon leaned forward, growling under his breath and cursing himself.

Today had come too close to an embarrassing moment. The faculty of the Academia Arcanum had been called on to each give a speech to their students, intending to motivate them to remain loyal to the old tenets of magic and to keep studying as hard as they could to keep improving themselves. All the other teachers had given the same basic ideas as they always did, until he had to come to the stage.

When he looked out at the students then, he'd spotted three of his experimental group sitting together, and they were casually showing off. Not blatantly, but casually, their robes up and their dicks on display. Verii had been with them, and he'd just about guarantee that it was her idea, considering that she had written "Fuck me, sir" right over her slit.

It had very nearly caused his cock-cage to break, or his cock to snap, one or the other. It had been a near thing, almost making him grind against the podium that he had been standing in front of, his cock drooling almost through the magical shell he'd put up to catch any drippings. The whole room had nearly had a full frontal view of him ripping off his robes.

Ugh...I didn't think chastity would affect me so much...

Then again...

Draconicon pushed the paper away, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down. The incense in the room helped, as it pushed some of his own pheromones away so that he wasn't in a constant haze from being around his own arousal. The black dragon took a few breaths of that to clear his mind, and then leaned back in his chair.

Now that he thought about it, the students that had been locked in chastity cages during their first week had also been much more sexual. Those in his class had been quick to fall under his pheromones when he had used them, much quicker than usual, and some had nearly had a spontaneous orgasm from it. The females, in particular, had been much more eager to put themselves back into a sexual situation, though that was probably due to the fact that their magic waned with denial.

For the males, though...

He wondered. Was this something that had been inflicted on the dragon race a long time in the past? There was no way that this was an evolutionary advantage, to have them turn into horny animals as they held back. Why turn them into something like that in exchange for power when they could have both?

Maybe there was something here before dragons, and this was what they did to keep us from following them? he thought. We can't actually get more powerful without having our minds affected by the need that comes with it, and from all accounts, that's not how this affects the wyverns, or the other species in the realms...

It was an interesting mystery, and one that he wished that he had more brain power to focus on. His balls, however, had a different idea as they churned, his cock begging to be touched.

"I'm not going to be doing that. I have other things..."

He grimaced as his cock throbbed and swelled again, pressing against the metal edges of the cage. The rings clamped down on his cock firmly, keeping it from swelling out or pushing up the way that it wanted, and he growled under his breath as he wanted nothing more than to rip it off.

Even so, he made himself wait, letting the feeling subside again as he took a few more deep breaths. He reached down to his balls, cupping them with one hand, and pulled for his magic.

It truly was more powerful than it once had been, throbbing and swelling through him like a storm. While he had more power than the students as a general rule, this...

I could blow up a mountain with this, he thought to himself. It wasn't an idle boast, either. He could take the power that he'd gained in just three days of denial and blow up a significant chunk of a mountain, taking the top right off of it and exposing everything that was on the inside. The temptation...was stronger than he expected.

Draconicon pulled himself back from the power, but it was already affecting him. His cock actually spat pre through cage, not quite enough to actually help him, but enough to leave his hand shamefully slick and slimy. He held it up, looking at the clear ooze dripping off of it, and slowly shook his head.

"Okay...day three. Sexual urges are at an all-time high, and I'm going to lose my mind if I keep this up for much longer."

Much as the extra power was a temptation, he knew that he was going to start using it irresponsibly if he didn't start taking steps to get around it. If he couldn't actually climax by stroking himself or fucking someone, he'd have to find another way to bring the pressure down a little ways. He was pretty sure that he could keep most of that power if he just took a little off the top.

But...how?

He couldn't just invite a student in to fuck him. Even under the influence of his pheromones - which were much stronger at the moment - he knew that the student would remember what he'd done and hold it over his head for the rest of the year, if not longer. That sort of blackmail meant that that idea was right out, even if he wanted to take a dick up his ass anyway.

There were other ways of getting off, toys and such, but they were less predictable and useful at the moment, not as reliable as he would like for the things that he needed to get done. He supposed he could take some students in and see how they would do with rimming him, working his ass with their tongues in a more respectful way, but that didn't seem like it would be enough, either.

Draconicon leaned forward again, his chin resting on his hands as he thought. Currently, he was not set up to get off easily. He needed to change something...and he had the power to do that, he realized.

Hmmm, nerve changes...that might work. But what would be a good new erogenous zone...

He didn't want to put it in his ass, for the same reason that he didn't want someone fucking him. That was a weak point, something that someone could exploit, and he didn't want to leave that as an opening for the students around him. He could go for his balls, but considering the discoveries that he was making about that being the new source of magic, he didn't want to mess with that. If he changed the nerves down there, who knew what else he might change?

An idea hit him, and he smiled as he sat up, pulling his legs up and sitting with his feet pointed up, cross-legged, and he ran his fingers down along his soles.

That would be just about perfect. He could turn his feet into erogenous zones, anyone serving them would have no doubt as to where they belonged, and he would be able to get off without any problems. As long as he had magic, he could even leave that spell there, just floating along as he went from place to place to avoid damaging or triggering the new sensitivities down there.

Yes, that'll work out just fine...

The dragon pulled at his magic again, groaning softly as his cock throbbed and his balls seemed to swell once more. Everything ached in his crotch, leaving him panting as he held his hand under his cock. He collected all the pre that slid out, muttering to himself as he let the silvery liquid pool in his hand. The light of it flared, the magic inside getting preserved as he whispered the magic that would allow it.

He'd figured that out last night, after he hadn't been able to sleep. There was a way to keep the magic of pre and cum viable once it left the body, but one had to invest a little bit of magic to make it possible. It would still fade, but not for another two days or so, allowing for either an ingestible potion, or - as in this case - a way of leaving more powerful magic runes. Using magic to write magic was something that he hadn't seen anyone else do before, and he believed that it could lead to something pretty potent.

With the pre properly harvested, he dabbed a finger in it and started drawing the proper sigils and spells along the bottom of his left foot. Sensitivity was a spell that was sometimes used anyway, so it wasn't something he had to adapt. Usually, it was used to help pinpoint where an injury was, amping up sensitivity so that someone could tell the differences between one pain and another, but it was also used for other things, including for older dragons that were looking to -

Noooooo. Not going there.

He shook his head, double-checking that he'd applied the rune properly to his left foot, and then did the same to his right. The clear fluid was difficult to see against his black scales, but it made just enough shine for him to feel confident about what he'd done. He nodded slightly, and whispered the words that would settle them there.

Both runes flashed, and Draconicon let out a slow breath as he waited for the effects.

At first, there was nothing, but as he leaned forward and looked over them, he became aware of a subtle, almost tickling effect along one of his large, black soles. He curled his toes, shaking his head, but that only sent the feeling all over his arch. He leaned back, trying to see what it might have been, but then the feeling disappeared.

It took him a few minutes to realize that the feeling that had been like tickling fingers had actually been his breath. He whistled.

"More sensitive than I thought...but that should make tomorrow interesting."

Draconicon smiled, already anticipating what would happen in class...and then immediately regretting it as his cock throbbed once more.

#

The classroom was filled when he arrived the next day, floating through the hole in the wall rather than stepping in. Each dragon sat at their desk rock, each rock shaped by the magic of the dragon sitting there. Some preferred a flat top, some made it into a little hill with one smooth side, and others turned it into a series of stands that allowed them to put everything out at a different elevation.

Most of his experimental group was in attendance, with only Verii and Hasell elsewhere. They were later in the day, anyway, so he wasn't concerned. Instead, he just floated to his desk and sat down, looking over the other dragons.

One of them, a yellow dragon named Toriin, raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"Are you going to teach us how to do that? That was really cool."

"Maybe, but that's not part of today's lesson."

In all honesty, he didn't have a lesson plan for the day, at all. He just needed relief. The last night had been horrible, leaving him with almost no sleep and a puddle of pre underneath him when he woke up. His crotch was still soaked with that musk, and he felt the itch-tingle of old magic soaked around his ass, too.

He pulled his feet out from under the desk, putting them up on the table. He could fell the tingle going through them, as well, the magic that was left from the runes making them all the more sensitive. If anyone even touched them, he doubted he'd be holding back. But he needed to trance them, first.

The experimental group went down immediately as he took the spell-shields off of his feet. He closed the 'door' of the cavern with a wave of his hand, bringing up the heat as well, so that his feet started to get damp. The smell began to spread, the front row going bobble-headed, and the second row starting to show similar signs.

Never taken it this far before, not this fast, he thought as he looked at the way that his musk was taking the minds of everyone nearby, hitting them where they were most vulnerable. There was not an unglazed eye in the room, all of them either under the control of his pheromones or still fighting it, but not winning.

"I'm going to be giving you an easy task today," the dragon said, wiggling his toes for them to see and to fan the scent out more. "I need to have something to ease my focus, and that means...relief. Now, some of you will be happy to hear that I don't need my dick sucked."

He saw a few subconscious nods in the front row, some of his students definitely relieved by that.

"But I do need to have something played with so that I can even think to teach you guys. So, we'll start with my feet, and see how we get on from there. Now...hmmm..."

He looked down towards the back of the class, and chuckled as he saw Palthenal still trying to pull his head out of the hypnotic trance. Much as the other dragon wanted to get out of that, there was no escape. Not when he was already half-way zonked through his own arousal. The black dragon gestured at the red.

"Come here. We'll have you start the treatment."

The black dragon smiled as his rebellious red stepped forward, the student coming up to the desk and panting softly. The closer he got, the more powerful a hold the musk of Draconicon's feet would have. The rebellious expression went placid, and then eager within about twenty feet of distance, and by the time he was right up by the desk, Palthenal was grinning giddily.

"That's good, that's good. Now, on your knees in front of the desk."

He braced himself as the clawed hands grabbed the sides of his foot, holding it steady as the red dragon knelt down. This was going to be the moment of truth. He saw the red lean in, take another sniff and moan. The rest of the class was silent, in thrall to his scent, to the pheromones within it.

"Alright...lick."

Draconicon tensed up, but nothing prepared himself for the strange, amazing sensation of that tongue sliding along the bottom of his foot. A long, deep moan escaped the black dragon's lips as he leaned his head back, panting hard as he felt the shudders of pleasure running all the way from his foot to his crotch.

His cock leaped up in the cage, throbbing, trying to get up and get out, but he didn't care. The pain, for once, was totally outweighed by the pleasure that he was getting. His eyes rolled back, his toes on his other foot curled, and he growled and moaned and grinned as he had his foot worshiped.

"Oooh, yes. That's it. Stick your face right into my foot and give it the attention it deserves."

The red dragon was more than happy to oblige, sniffing and moaning and licking as he went. Each lick was like a direct suck to his cock, and Draconicon panted hard as he felt his shaft throbbing and pulsing. It was trying to get hard, pushing as much as it could against the cock cage, but there was no way that that was going to happen. He did, however, notice that he was oozing much more pre-cum than usual, spilling it on the floor beneath him, adding to the musk in the air with each passing second.

The tongue slipped along his heel, and then up towards his arch on its way to his toes. Draconicon gasped, bucking his hips against nothing as his foot was slurped on, nuzzled, licked more. He groaned, trying to think through it, hardly believing the sheer pleasure of that worship down there.

"Mmmph...further up. Suck on my toe the way that you were sucking on my cock a few days ago..."

And so Palthenal did, the red dragon opening his mouth and pulling the biggest toe into his mouth. Draconicon had to clench his claws around the arms of his chair at the feeling, the sensation like having his cockhead inside of the most eager cocksucker that he'd ever had. He panted hard, his hips thrusting on their own, lifting him up and down from his chair as things started getting...a little out of control.

He could feel his cock oozing more, staining his robe and the chair below him, soaking it all with his magic as he got more and more into it. His eyes were rolling back in his head, his body aching as he felt his orgasm coming close, then sliding away. Closer, then falling away. He needed more. He was so close, but he needed more.

Pointing to two more of his students - Tierini and Toriin - he gestured for the yellow male to get under his desk and suck on his balls, while the blue dragoness moved towards his other foot. The three of them started working in unison, nuzzling his feet and licking them while Toriin worked his balls, sucking them deep into his mouth and tonguing them eagerly. Draconicon growled, his eyes clenched tight as he felt the shudders of orgasm just moments away.

It was a disgrace, in a way. He was a powerful dragon, a mage that had become a professor at a young age, with pheromones capable of controlling minds at his disposal...and he'd been rendered down to this.

The humiliation grated, in a way, that he needed to have this pleasure just to think clearly, but at the same time, he knew that there was no way he could continue. He was this close to just losing control and getting someone to stand up and get fucked, even if he couldn't get off from it. He needed to do something before he gave in.

The students lasted longer than this...

He told himself that they had probably found something else as an outlet, someone else willing to give them what they needed, but he had a feeling that it wasn't entirely true. They had managed to get through a whole week in the cages and belts - other than Verii - and here he was, day three, giving in.

What was the difference?

Nnngh...will think about it...after...

After another minute of coordinated foot licking and his balls getting sucked by an eager student, Draconicon finally came. He arched his back, panting and gasping in total need, his cock oozing through the cage as he finally let loose with everything that he had been holding back for the last three days. It was a long stretch of thin tears of cum oozing out of his cock, dribbling down on Toriin's face.

Still panting hard, he gestured for them to go back to their seats. Looking down at his feet, he felt a little disappointed that they hadn't been sufficient to get him off, but it was a learning experience, and he could figure out a way to make the runes more powerful.

Then again, might be a bad idea. He didn't want to focus on that too much.

"Class dismissed."

He waved his hand, opening the door, and lowering the heat. The dragons walked out, their minds still gone, and likely would stay gone for another thirty minutes to an hour. He leaned forward, panting still as he rested his feet in the cum pool that was left over from his exertions.

Okay...I couldn't control that. I was so far out of it that I needed that, no matter what the cost. Why is it harder for me than it is for the other students?

Verii was the exception, though. She had kept doing it, despite orders, which meant that she'd probably had a similar feeling to him. The others, though...

He thought about it, and had a small theory. If magic was stored in seed, initially, and if one's libido rose proportionally to how much magic that one had inside of their balls, did that mean that a dragon with a naturally high libido - such as himself - would have less time before that libido ran out of control?

Hmmm...I'd need to know the information on my group's sex lives to be sure about that, but if that's the case, it would meant that naturally more horny dragons would be at a disadvantage over whatever causes this sort of thing. Worth looking into, though.

He was just waving his hand, cleaning up the mess and getting rid of the scent in the air, when there was a knock on the stone wall. Draconicon looked up to find old Yirin, the alchemy head, looking in. He gestured for the green dragon to come in, and the old male did.

"It seems that you have let your students go a trifle early today, Draconicon."

"I am unable to focus well enough to teach them."

"You, or your students?"

"In this case? Possibly both."

"I'm surprised. You are usually very sharp about these sorts of things."

The black dragon shrugged.

"I've been working on the experiment. I've had some interesting theories confirmed, and others added to be tested."

"I don't believe I want to know. However, I am going to tell you that if you lose too many more classes, you will be removed as a teacher."

"...What?"

"The seven archmages have had complaints that you are either skipping class or doing something to make students not remember them. Either way, it will need to stop, or steps will be taken to ensure that they get the education they require. With, or without you."

In other words, stop zonking the classes.

He nodded, and Yirin smiled slightly.

"Now, let's talk about other things. I have a new alchemy recipe that you might find fascinating..."

The end