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Drac's Domination

Part 2

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By Draconicon

Oddly, there was no guilt towards taking this sort of direct control of someone's life. Draconicon still expected it whenever he took this level of authority over someone else, stripping them of most of their free will as part of their training, and often, he still got a hint of it depending on how his subjects approached him. The first time that he did it with Weaver, with that first orca all that time ago, he had felt horrible for nearly a week afterward. Knowing that you had the total authority over how someone acted, how they presented themselves, how they would be with other people, was a large burden, and one that had pushed him to train the others efficiently so that they would leave quickly.

That wasn't the case with Deke.

He glanced around the corner towards the kitchen, watching as the lion spent two of his ten minutes trying to get out the back door, or through the window. It didn't work, of course. The spells and the hypnosis that the dragon had already used had made sure that the lion wouldn't be able to leave the house once he had entered it, and they were quite strong.

"Eight minutes, Deke," the dragon said.

There was a muffled curse, followed by a fumble for the landline. The dragon hid a small smile, looking across the room at the inactive TV. His eyes glowed for a moment, and it turned on, flicking through to the music channels at the upper end of the spectrum. A bit of classical - some Mozart - started playing, and he closed his eyes to wait for the lion to finish with his task.

The violins were soft and soothing while he waited, and he had his tail twitching to their tune by the time the lion's shadow fell over him.

"Um, Draconicon?" Deke asked.

"Hmm?"

"I need something to pay them with."

"Tell them that it's for their VIP client, and that it'll be in cash."

"You -"

The dragon opened one eye. The lion stared back for a moment, face going slightly pale beneath his fur, and quickly stepped back, whispering into the phone again.

He's starting to learn not to question too much, at least, he thought, shaking his head. It'll take a while before he's ready for anything serious, but at least he's starting to learn that part.

Seriously, though, the lion was going to be a pain in the ass. Coming to the store and all but begging him for a private session, pushing for it and dressing up for it before he even had a confirmation that the dragon was doing it anymore...

I'm a soft touch. I really am.

That said, this was needed. Not merely for the pleasure - though he had a feeling that it would be fun for him, and even as much as he hated the extra responsibility, keeping a semi-willing sex toy in the house was a good way to drain the stress from his work - but also so that the lion didn't fuck himself over with someone else. It was a charity case, but one that needed to happen if Deke was to avoid setting himself up with an abuser in the future.

The dragon crossed his hands over his lap, looking up at the insides of his eyelids again.

The song had finished, marking the ten minute point, and he opened his eyes once more. Deke had come back to the living room, and had actually managed to strip down, though his shame seemed to have gotten the better of him. The dragon sighed, looking at the way that the lion covered his crotch, and then gestured downwards.

"Hands down."

"Mmmph..."

"You came to me, Deke. You were the one that didn't do this the right way. That means that you have a night of punishment, where you do not have a choice."

"But...I wanted..."

"Yes, you wanted. And did you think about what anyone else wanted?"

"..."

"Bad slave."

With a flick of his fingers, the magic came. It grabbed hold of Deke's hands, pulling them down to the sides, letting his wrists rest against his hips. What was unveiled was...not that bad, really. Certainly it wasn't the biggest dick that he had ever seen on one of his slaves, but it was hardly something to be utterly ashamed of. About four inches while soft, and he imagined that it grew by at least two more. The tip had the signature barbs of the feline, though there was no sheath to contain it.

A blending of the two, I suppose, he thought, nodding to himself. And a decent enough sac, though not full enough by half. I want to see those bulging...

That would mean more of a spell and potion resolution rather than chastity. He didn't like pushing that unless the sub enjoyed it, too, and he had the feeling that this lion wasn't keen on holding back. With anything.

He stroked his chin as he looked the lion over a few more times, nodding to himself as he took in his slender physique, the way that his chest was nice and soft, and firm. His nipples stood out just enough to seem to be the sort that would beg for attention rather than the sort that were ignored with this male. He imagined that Deke was the kind of lion that liked to be made to mewl like a lioness, when it came right down to it.

All of these things would be fun to tweak and play with during their time together, but what about the other side?

"Turn."

There was no questioning this time, for a change. Deke slowly moved in a circle, shifting from one foot to the other as he turned in place. Once more, the dragon looked down at the lion's bare feet, at the soft pad that was on the bottom and the way that they seemed to get slick without that much effort. They would work well for footjobs, and he imagined that they'd be fun to play with in general.

However, there was something else that he needed to examine, and as the lion faced away from him, he had the perfect chance.

That tawny rump was a nice round one, with just enough muscle in the butt that it was clear that the lion did know how to hit the gym for those exercises, at least. He could see that they bounced out a bit, the cheeks just round enough to be able to give good handfuls to anyone that grabbed them. He could see that they'd be the sort that'd depress rather than jiggle, though, hard enough that they wouldn't have the same bounce as some of the bigger guys that he had put through their paces.

Variety was good, though. He wasn't looking to do a full body transformation, at least not yet.

The dragon nodded to himself. Deke turned around the rest of the way again, fidgeting with his fingers and his leg fur. He didn't say anything. Perhaps out of fear? Yes, there was that nervous look in his eyes, wondering if he was good enough, if he had fucked everything up.

Confidence was one thing that this lion did not have. Now that his world image of what slavery was going to be like was shattered, he didn't quite know what to do with himself. And that was good. Confidence could be repaired, and certain ways of looking at the world needed to be broken down to make way for the real stuff.

"How do you feel?" the dragon asked, crossing his hands over his lap again.

"I...I feel kind of embarrassed. A little scared. A little angry."

"And why angry?"

"Because...because it's not supposed to be this way."

"And how is it supposed to be, pray tell?"

"I...I don't know. I thought I was supposed to be your slave. I thought I'd be sucking your dick and getting fucked. That I'd be, that I'd be somewhere where the rules didn't apply. Where the rest of the world wasn't going to make it worse again."

"You thought you were going somewhere where everything else was taken care of."

"..." The lion looked down. "I didn't say that."

"No, but you are saying that you want to go somewhere where the rest of the world doesn't exist. That only happens if you're afraid that you can't make it work in the real world, or if the real world has hurt you in some way. Which is it?"

The lion didn't answer. Instead, he looked down at his feet. He just kept staring down at his own fuzzy toes, almost like he didn't want to answer, like his silence was the only rebellion that he could offer.

Draconicon sighed. He flicked his finger, pressing up at the lion's chin. Deke tried to resist, but unlike a finger of flesh and bone, the finger of magic had nothing to fight against. It was raw force, and there was nothing that one could do to really make it better that way. He made the lion look him in the eye, and the stare-off began.

It was a short one, of course. The dragon's eyes were as hypnotic as his writings were, and he knew how to take control of someone that stood before him. It was all the easier, considering that Deke honestly wanted to be under the control of another person. He pushed at the other man's will, his willpower more than sufficient to start taking control of that other mind, to push the other man's resistance down.

The lion started to go limp where he stood, his fingers relaxing, his shoulders slowly dropping, his head lowering a little bit, but they never broke eye contact. Instead, he kept the stare going, smiling slightly to himself.

"You are going to answer me. Regardless of how much it bothers you, regardless of what the truth makes you feel, you are going to answer."

"Mmmph...this...what are you..."

"You came to me because I have magic, because I can do things that no other dom can do. That includes hypnosis. Mind control."

"Nnngh...but...but you...you were supposed to..."

"Use that for sex? I use my magic for many things, Deke. It only needs to be something that helps me, and others, for me to justify it."

That was a bit of an oversimplification, of course. He didn't usually use it in public because there were too many people in this world that would start panicking if they found out that he had magic. It was the way that some people had tried to get leverage on him before, when they tried to expose him for having magic and then threatening to do it if he didn't do what they told him.

That had gone about as well as one might have expected. It was one thing to threaten to expose someone. It was another thing to do that when the person being threatened could reach through existence and stop you from thinking, and then expose them instead.

People always underestimate what magic is capable of, he thought, watching as Deke's eyes slowly lightened, becoming nearly as white as his own as the hypnosis took effect.

"Now, why did you seek out slavery? Why did you want to leave the world behind?"

"It's...hard," Deke muttered, and it was very much an unwilling mutter. He didn't want to touch on this, clearly, but Draconicon was going to make it happen.

"And what makes it hard?"

"All the...all the work you have to do...how you have to be good at everything...how...how the world doesn't care..."

"And?" the dragon asked.

"Nnngh, does there...does there need to be an 'and' after that?"

"For most people, yes. There's not enough there to just give up on your own life and run off without that little bit more."

"That's...not fair..."

He sighed. That was the rallying call of all the subs that were only in it for the fantasy the world over. 'That's not fair.' They were always looking at it like something that they needed for the moment, not something that they needed to treat seriously.

And he had no issue with someone that really just wanted a one-off session, but that wasn't the case with so many different people. They wanted to keep coming back, wanted someone that would take the weight of the world off their shoulders, wanted someone that would keep giving them what they needed long after they were able to say that they were done. They wanted someone that would read their mind and give them everything that they needed, and then leave them alone, not expecting anything else.

That wasn't the way it worked. One could hire a whore to do those things, perhaps, but one could not hire a life that way. Those that thought that a slave could just let the master take care of everything and all they had to do was suck dick and get fucked and have their fantasies fulfilled were nothing more than people living in a dream.

He gestured once more at the lion, pulling him closer with the gesture. The feline groaned, stumbling forward by a step, then a second one, until he was standing with his soft dick right over the dragon's feet. Draconicon stroked up the feline's leg with his tail, making sure to touch all the little sensitive spots on the way up.

"You are going to tell me the last little bit, Deke. You know that you need to. You can feel me inside your head, and you know I'm not going to stop until you give me what I want."

"That's. Not. Fair."

"In fact, it totally is. Because I'm going to give you what you asked for, and you're not paying for it. You're getting more than you ever wanted, more than you ever asked for, and what I'm demanding in return...is for you...to do...as you are told."

"..."

"What does a slave do?"

"What they're ordered."

"And why do they do that?"

"Because they're...they're a slave..."

"Wrong, but we'll address that later. For now...Why...do you want to be a slave?"

"Because...I can't...I don't want..."

"You don't want what?"

"I don't want to get life wrong..."

That was where it was. A fear buried deep down inside of the lion's head. Now that he knew where they were coming from, he could figure out where they were going. Draconicon nodded to himself, then broke the hypnotic trance.

As expected, Deke slumped back, the femboy lion panting softly as he held his hand to the side of his head. His eyes were wide when they stopped being all wide, and he stared at the dragon as if he had been gobsmacked. Draconicon rolled his eyes.

"Really? You're that surprised by that?"

"It...it wasn't like how I fantasized, that's all."

"Well, most of it won't be. Some of it is going to be better, some of it is going to be worse, and some of it is just going to be weird. And that's something that you're going to have to get used to, because that's how it works out here. You can't just have part of it; you have to go through all of it."

The lion looked at him with a mix of fear, and lust, and something else that was not quite powerful enough to really come through as anything recognizable. The dragon was pretty sure that it was something like hope, but it could easily be something worse.

Ding, dong.

"And that will be the pizza." Draconicon reached into his pockets, pulling out a pair of twenties. "Give that to the delivery guy, and tell him to keep the rest as a tip."

"That's...a huge..."

"If I order out, I tip as well as I can. No need to make things more difficult for other people working jobs like that."

"..."

"Go on."

The lion walked to the door, and the dragon waited for the few seconds that it would take for the feline to slip the rest of the way out of hypnotic trance and realize that he was completely naked. It should be timed just about perfectly for him to hand over the money and -

"OH FUCK!"

"There we go," the dragon muttered, chuckling to himself.

THUMP!

"...Oh, now that's just rude."

Deke was a speedy blur as he ran through the living room, dropping off the pizzas on the dragon's lap before running for the kitchen. He sighed, shaking his head as he put the pizzas down on the table beside him, and then snapped his fingers. His magic caught the lion with his tail in mid-thrash, barely sticking out of the kitchen door.

"You better not be getting dressed," he said, casually looking up at the ceiling.

"I...just...I just answered the door naked!"

"It's your first day. I'm going light on you."

"You call that light?!"

"I could have made you answer the door in a chastity cage, your name written on your chest, and a price board dangling from your neck."

There was no response, and he smiled. He could just imagine that it was either a look of horror on the lion's face, or one of abject lust. He was betting that the feline couldn't decide, and was likely splitting the difference.

"Now. Come."

"Just...let me put my pants on?"

"No. Come."

"..."

"I can force you, Deke. You know I can."

"This wasn't how it was supposed to go!"

"No, perhaps not. But you are the one that decided that this was the right way to get what you wanted, and now, you have to pay the price."

The lion grumbled, slowly coming back as the dragon released the freezing spell. Deke walked over to his chair, looking at him from a standing position, his arms crossed over his chest in a most petulant sort of look.

"If you think that is going to make me feel sorry for you, Deke, you're wrong."

"It's not to make you feel anything. I'm just angry."

"You look more pouty than angry."

"I can be both!"

"You can be, but should you?"

"Nnngh. I thought that you were supposed to be sexy. That's what you are in the stories."

Draconicon looked down at the lion's dick. Not surprisingly, it put the lie to what Deke was saying, twitching upwards as it was looked at. He arched an eyeridge, slowly looking up at the lion's face. The blush returned, and he tried to cover his crotch again. Not very well, but he tried.

"That thing's a liar!"

"If you want to tell yourself that."

"This isn't sexy!"

"No, but it is controlling. That's what you wanted."

"..."

"Yes, I know. I'm insufferable. Now." He pointed to the footrest where his feet were propped up. "Sit."

"I told you, I'm not into the foot fetish thing," Deke said as he sat down where he'd been ordered.

"I know. It doesn't matter. I am."

"That's...Nnngh. How is that fair?!"

"It's not." Draconicon chuckled. "That's the point. Tomorrow, we'll see about making it more fair, or at least, how you can earn the right to make it more fair. But for tonight, you're making up for embarrassing me in the store, for demanding something that you had no right to demand, and for making yourself a royal pain."

"...I...Can't you just spank me?"

"No."

"Why?"

"You'd enjoy that too much."

"...How do you -"

"I didn't just make you speak the truth."

"...GODDAMMIT!"

"Hehehe."

The dragon floated the pizza box with his food over to his lap, opening it up and taking a slice. Deke watched with an annoyed look in his eyes as he fed himself, eating the sloppy, greasy cheese and the spicy, crunchy pepperoni. The pizza itself was not that bad, but the extra cheese and toppings helped push away the thoughts of a long, annoying, barely productive day.

He was about halfway through his pizza when the lion grumbled, trying and failing to reach for his. Draconicon shook his head; the spells that he'd laid on the lion were still active, keeping him where he was ordered to be until given permission to move. No matter how the lion stretched, he couldn't reach for the pizza box on the table.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Don't worry. You'll get yours, soon."

"Mmmph. What do I have to do?"

"You're learning," the dragon said, chuckling. "Take a guess."

"..." Deke looked down at his feet, and the dragon nodded.

"Yes, indeed."

"Come on...that's not -"

"You say that phrase one more time, and it'll be more than a pizza box flying out the window."

"..."

"Stop expecting things to be 'fair', Deke," Draconicon said, shaking his head as he slowly stroked one clawed toe along the lion's cheek. "Life isn't going to be fair to you. Life doesn't play by rules. The only way that you can make it fair is to be good enough to live in it. If you expect it to be nice, if you expect to do the bare minimum, then you will never have the fairness that you want.

"The only way that you can make it anywhere close is to be good enough at being yourself that life has to go along with it. That might mean being strong enough to fight back. It might mean being successful enough to have the money to fix what life breaks. It might mean being angry enough to change the rules so that life has to do something different. It might mean any number of things.

"What it doesn't mean is complaining. Life doesn't listen to complaints. It'll steamroll you again, and again, and again. It will make your fears come true. The only thing that you can do to fight back is to be as much yourself as you can. To keep trying. To keep pushing. To keep attempting to be strong enough to live the life you choose. If that means being a slave, then be a slave, but be a real slave. A real sub. Not just a fantasy."

The lion didn't respond right off the bat, nor did he take the hint to start licking his feet when Draconicon kept stroking his cheek with a toe. There was no response at all, for that matter, almost as if the lion had been struck dumb by the statement.

I hope I didn't break him...

He knew that it was a lot to swallow, and perhaps it had been a bit harshly delivered after all that. But at the same time, he knew that Deke needed to hear that at some point or another. He knew that the lion needed to be brought under the mantle of slavery rather directly so that he could learn what it really meant, and could decide if it was the sort of thing for him.

Sighing, he reached out with his magic again. It formed a black band behind the lion's face, slowly dragging him forward until his nose was pressed under the dragon's toes. Deke groaned, trying to wriggle away, but the magic held him firm.

"You will learn."

"Mmmph...why...what's that...smell..."

"That is musk. Foot musk. And dragon foot musk, in particular. Breathe it in, and relax."

"But I don't...like..."

You will, the black dragon thought, wiggling his toes as the lion started breathing in the soft scent along the bottoms of his feet. Everyone does, eventually.

And that wasn't even something that he tried to program into the heads of the different subs that he had had over the years. They just seemed to come away from the whole experience with a foot fetish of their own. He imagined that the beaches had gotten a lot more awkward in this city ever since he had started getting his clients, considering the foot fetishes that they left with replaced some of their stronger fetishes for dominance.

He wiggled his toes as he felt the soft breath in and out between the digits continue, the lion panting softly, then calming down, then panting again as his conscious brain started to realize what he was doing again. The pheromones coming off his scales were always there, relaxing the lion again, dragging him back down, the musk and sweat under the pheromones there to remind him where he belonged, the pheromones keeping him calm and obedient.

And perhaps a little horny, judging from the boner that the dragon could just make out down there. It looked like the lion grew to about six and a half, maybe seven inches when he was turned on. Quite good for a lion, really.

"Now, lick."

The lion was too out of it to resist, slowly dragging his tongue up and down the sole of the dragon's foot. Each soft lap sent a little thrill of pleasure up his leg to his own cock, and the dragon idly fondled himself through his pants, teasing his shaft as it started to run down his leg a bit.

We'll keep the anal stuff for tomorrow, he thought. As for oral, he'll need something to eat first, but then...

Well, it'd be interesting to see if the lion had the skills to back up all the fantasies that he had. There had been an interesting mix between the other subs that had come to beg for his domination. Some had come with a fair bit of practice under their belt with handling cocks, while others had come in with fuck-all. They had needed to learn how to suck, how to deepthroat, how to take something as big as his dick under their tails.

They learned, of course, but it was always a bit of extra effort.

He watched as Deke slowly licked from the arch of his foot up to the toes, starting to drag his sandpapery tongue between the digits, gently flicking at the bits of sweat and such between them. Draconicon smiled, flexing his toes again and again as he felt the licking continue, fighting the urge to trap the feline's tongue where it was.

But he didn't. Instead, he waited. He let his feet be cleaned of the bits of sweat on them. They were already clean of dirt, considering that he had done a bit of work to keep them from getting messed up by the walks he made, but now they were clean of everything but the cat's own spit.

"You may get your pizza now."

The lion nodded, getting to his feet. He was half-tranced, obviously, considering the way that he stumbled about, but it was kind of adorable in its own way. He returned to where he sat, the box on his lap.

"What did you get?"

"Hawaiian," the lion muttered.

"Well, that will be an interesting one."

"Huh?"

"You'll be eating it off my feet."

"W-what?" he grunted, shocked even in his tranced state. "But...but..."

"You did just lick them clean, didn't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"You are going to do this. And you are going to do it, and enjoy it," he said, enforcing that with a bit of a hypnotic stare to really hit that home. "I want you to feed yourself by pressing your pizza against my feet, and licking it up."

It was a bit on the cruel side, and he fully admitted that. He wasn't even that into this, to be honest, but he did enjoy the bit of humiliation that it caused the lion. It was the main reason behind this, really; he wanted to show Deke that no matter what happened, the lion would need to obey. He needed to show his latest slave that he was in charge, and that the lion needed to push himself if he wanted to avoid these punishments.

Slowly, Deke lifted the pizza box. He opened it, the smell of pineapple and cheese and sauce rising in the air. He slowly turned it, tilted it so that it was pointed towards the dragon's feet. Draconicon smiled and nodded.

Squish.

The cheese crushed down against his feet, and the sauce spilled up between his toes. Here and there, bits of ham and pineapple were crushed completely, ground into his soles and flavoring the scales along the underside. He pressed down that much more, accepting the tribute of the pizza to his feet and his dominance, feeling the heat of the crust just under everything else before slowly pulling his feet away.

The cheese ran down from his soles in strings and grease, and he rubbed his feet together to spread the sauce around that much more. Finally, when it was a mess worth having a slave lick up, he presented his feet to the lion once more.

"Lick."

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

There was no doubt that the slave was hard as he could be, his cock throbbing between his legs, and his cheeks burning even in the midst of the trance that he had been put in. He slowly moved from sitting to kneeling, gripping the dragon's feet by the ankles, and it was clear that he was still fighting himself.

Yet, at the same time, it was just as clear that some part of him was starting to break a little bit, starting to understand. Draconicon hoped that part would get bigger over time, because if it didn't, then Deke was going to need a much, much rougher handling than he would have liked to give.

"Lick."

Another command, and finally, the lion proceeded to obey, dragging his tongue up and down the dragon's sloppy soles. The cheese, the sauce, everything was licked and peeled from his scales, and the lion moaned as he ate his dinner from the dragon's feet. One lick after another gradually cleaned them again, but more importantly, it gradually worked to bring the lion's cock up. The humiliation, the implanted fetish, everything was working to turn him into a good little slave beneath the fear.

It was just the start, though. The fun was the easy part. The finding of oneself? That was a hell of a lot harder.

The End

Summary: Draconicon begins training Deke more properly, pushing him down into a trance or two to get the truth out of him of why he wants this, and then beginning to push his boundaries.

Tags: M/M, dragon, lion, foot fetish, food fetish, pizza, hypnosis, musk, foot worship, Draconicon, slavery, master/slave, nudity, forced nudity, domination, series, humiliation, erection,