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Drac's Domination

Part 3

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By Draconicon

It took Deke almost half an hour to properly eat his pizza off of the dragon's soles, and through the whole thing, he continued fighting to a greater or lesser extent. There were times when the lion almost seemed to lose himself while sniffing at the dragon's soles, and every time that the dragon saw that, he felt a small surge of hope that maybe it was starting to sink in. Then the resistance would come back, and they'd be right back where they started.

By the end of the meal, Draconicon was more than mildly frustrated, even though they had made some progress. It was a weird mix where he was annoyed with the lion for fighting what he had asked for, but happy that the feline had the sort of self-identity that was willing to stand up for what it wanted. The latter was a good thing to have, but it was only coming out in this bratty desire for getting what Deke wanted, and nothing else.

I'm going to have to do a lot more training before he's able to channel that outside of this sort of thing. He rubbed his forehead in annoyance when he finally brought his pizza-free feet back from the lion's face. Deke's breath came in harsh pants as he coughed a few times, groaning.

"You may get yourself some water," the dragon said.

"Mmmph..."

"Do you need a moment?"

"Mmph..."

Deke nodded, and Draconicon nodded back, putting his feet on the floor and crossing his arms over his chest. Even fighting it, sub-mode was a thing, and he doubted that the lion had been able to avoid all of the different symptoms of falling down into that sort of mental state. He looked up at the ceiling, giving the lion some private time - as private as he was going to allow - to come out of it.

What do I want to do with him next...

This was why he always made sure that his 'clients' scheduled their time with him. There was only so much that one could put together on the spur of the moment, and as good at improvising as he was, he wasn't sure how he was going to move on from this that night. He had plans for escalation in the morning, of course, but for the night...

This is going to be a bit complicated...

He rubbed his forehead a few times as the lion continued to grunt and huff, clearing his nose with sudden snorts as if he was more of a pet dog, trying to get rid of something offensive. The dragon waited for another few minutes, letting Deke get his head on straight, before finally looking down.

The naked lion was still hard, which was somewhat surprising. He had expected that to die pretty quickly once the foot-licking had stopped, but it seemed that the humiliation that the young man had gone through had been more than enough to keep his dick up and throbbing for a while. He smiled to himself, reaching out with his tail to draw a line from the balls to the base of the feline's cock, and then all the way to the tip. Deke shivered the whole time.

"Mmmph..."

"You are getting into it, it seems."

"Nnngh. I don't...I didn't want..."

"You didn't want to like feet, but now you do."

"I don't like feet!"

"Do you not?"

Draconicon lifted one, a black-scaled sole that was soaked with spit, the underside reflective and shiny from how wet it was. He wiggled his toes, curling them, then fanning them out, a few little strings of spittle connecting the digits as he did so. The lion watched the whole time, his cheeks burning, and more importantly, his cock throbbed.

"Nnngh...I didn't start out liking them..."

"No, that one is admittedly down to me," the dragon said with a small chuckle. "But that doesn't mean that you don't like them now. And you're definitely getting into it."

"But...but..."

"I told you already, Deke. Your fantasies for what being a slave is don't matter tonight. They might start mattering tomorrow, considering that you're being a good boy for me for the most part. But for tonight, for right now, they do not."

"But...but..."

"Do you know what a slave is, Deke?"

"Yeah, they...they're a fuck toy. They get used and in return they get taken care of."

"That isn't what a slave is at all."

"But that's what all the stories show."

"All the stories are written for people to buy them. Most people would never touch those books if it was realistic."

It was why there were classes, seminars, and more for those that were genuinely serious about getting into the whole master/slave sort of lifestyle. There was no way for people to really prepare for it without getting honest information, but those that only saw it through the lens of a fantasy were never quite prepared, no matter how much other people tried to educate them. He rubbed his forehead, pointing to the one other chair in the room.

"You may sit."

"..."

"Or you may stay at my feet and stare at them with a boner that you don't want to admit. It's your choice."

"...Yes, sir."

He had disallowed master, but he would allow sir for the moment. It still wasn't quite right, but it was better than some of the alternatives. He just didn't want Deke to start settling into the fantasy of it, that was all. Sir was a bit closer to 'boss,' and for something like this, he would let it go.

As the lion sat down, the dragon got a bit more comfortable, taking off his shirt and tossing it to the feline. Deke blinked at the sudden flop of fabric against him, and the dragon shook his head.

"Fold it."

"But -"

"Fold. It."

The feline got to work as soon as he heard the tone in Draconicon's voice, and that was all that the black dragon needed. Other masters would have required an apology. Not him.

He folded his hands over his stomach, looking up at the ceiling as he debated how to put this. It was definitely something that was a bit tricky to put into words, but he had done this lecture more than once with the other people that he had taken in and trained. He just needed to break it down more to the idiot level with Deke, he supposed.

"Being a slave isn't just a matter of being fucked. It's a way of being in-service to another person."

"Sex is a service."

"That's true, but like you said, it's a service. I'm talking about being in-service. And that's a big difference."

"...What do you mean?"

"I mean that, while there are many different types of slaves, they have a much harder life than the average person on the street."

The lion's eyes widened slightly at that, and the dragon was glad to see that. It meant that there was a part of Deke that was listening rather than just dismissing it out of hand. That was a good start. It meant that he was starting to crack the denial that the lion was living under, and it meant that there was a chance that they might be done with this over the weekend rather than through another week of work.

"Being 'in-service' means that you are not just following orders. It means that you are anticipating them. It means that you are taking an active role in trying to make someone else's life better."

"That sounds like a job."

"Slavery is more than a job. It is a full-time duty. Think like being in the military; you might not always be in the field, but you are supposed to be keeping an eye out for things that need doing. It means that you are constantly on-duty, able to be called on at any time, and that you are responsible for getting things done before the people up top find out that you've been ignoring them.

"Slavery is a thing that you commit to, not because you think it's going to be easier than a regular life, but because you want to be in a position to make someone else's life better. Anything else is a fantasy, and is just denial of what the position really means...and a great deal of disrespect to those that trained themselves to do that."

Deke looked down at the shirt on his lap, and Draconicon could tell that the words were breaking down a lot of the dreams that the feline had doubtlessly been building up for himself. Draconicon couldn't blame him; he'd been there himself.

He remembered how it felt, going from world to world, trying to find a place to fit in, trying to find a way to make a life for himself. Life had a way of beating you down, of hitting you so hard that you wanted to give up and find something else to do. The alternatives, such as they were, weren't very appealing. Death was for those that had given up on everything, where there was nothing left. It was the place that he would never go, not if he still had a choice. But among the others...

If you didn't want to be a person, if you didn't want to live a real life, you either had to live as a child, had to live as a slave, or you had to become something that wasn't really a person. There were a number of jobs that filled in the last one: soldiers were one of the big ones, where you became merely a cog in the machine that ran your life, but there were others that were similar in the way that they broke you down and supplied purpose for you without actually giving you a good life in return. Dehumanizing occupations, dehumanizing roles were surprisingly plentiful, when one got right down to them.

Or, one could become a child, or at least, act like one. Not taking on the responsibilities of an adult, not taking on the world, but rather existing in your own isolated bubble, never bothering to leave it. There were a number of people that were like that: those that chose never to leave home rather than were forced to stay there, those that decided that they would rather be a nobody rather than a somebody, those that gave up and did the minimum required and always moaned that they could be more without actually trying.

And then there were the slaves.

Not that they're actually legal in this day, age, and world, but the BDSM stuff comes close, he thought. At least, the total power exchange ones...and I'm still not sure those don't come with an eventual cost.

He had seen some of those before he started training his people, and he was still sure that some of the doms involved in those were burning themselves out in the worst of ways. He had seen the way that the subs had been giving up more and more of their souls, their 'selves', and it had left a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach to see it. To become someone that powerful over someone else, permanently, meant that there was something in you that changed. You started seeing the world and other people differently; after all, if one person was willing to be deliberately inferior, how long until you started to see the rest of the world that way?

And that wasn't even touching on what it did to the permanent slave.

Deke looked up from his lap again, and the dragon looked back at him, his head cocked to the side.

"Yes?"

"Do you break dreams like this all the time?"

"...I beg your pardon?"

"I had this huge fantasy of what it'd be like to be under someone like you, and you're telling me that it's a nightmare instead of a dream world."

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. This wasn't where he had wanted it to go, but he supposed he wasn't surprised. With the way that Deke didn't want to fuck up his own life, he was desperate for someone else to tell him how to avoid it. He'd seen that before, but usually that sort of fear was willing enough to stop believing that the fantasy was real when a greater fear could be presented.

Not in this case. Deke wanted to believe that he was just trying to ruin the fantasy, ruin the dream, instead of believing that there were more complexities than he had thought about. Draconicon sighed. This was going to be a tricky one, particularly with the lion still ranting.

"I had this all planned out. I had everything that I wanted in my head. I find my master, I show him what I can do as a sex toy, and he takes care of me. Sure, I get a job later, but he's the one that makes all the decisions. He's the one that makes it so that everything works. All I have to do is...is..."

"Is be a sex toy for the rest of your life?"

"Not for the rest of my life! Just...you know, until things are figured out."

"And how long will that take?"

The dragon asked the question fairly gently, all while looking at the lion without the slightest smirk or hint of judgment on his face. There was no response, and Deke looked down at his lap again, squirming back and forth in his chair.

"I'm going to guess that you didn't figure that part out just yet."

"It'd work out. I just don't think of everything at once."

"Is that it? Or did you not want to think about the rest of it?"

"Are you saying it's bad to want someone to take care of you?"

"It's not bad."

"Then -"

"As long as you're thinking about how to take care of them, too."

"With my mouth and ass and...and..."

Draconicon waited for the sentence to finish, but it never did. Instead, Deke looked down past his lap to his feet, the lion shaking and shivering from whatever realization was playing through his head. It might have been the realization that he had made a mistake with his dreams, or it might have been the realization that the dragon wasn't going to be nice about that particular mistake. It might have been something else entirely.

What mattered was that the lion was starting to get some insight into himself.

The dragon shook his head, standing up. He reached for the button on his pants, and Deke immediately looked up. He opened his mouth -

"Don't get the wrong idea," Draconicon said. "I'm not getting you ready for oral right now. I just prefer to be naked at home."

"Oh...then..."

"You did a decent job with the foot worship. We'll leave the oral stuff for a bit later."

"Okay."

"For now, I want you to get your clothes and mine in the washing machine and get it started. I have another book thing tomorrow, and I need those to be fresh."

"I'm not your - oh..."

"Yes. Oh."

I'm not your slave! was what he was sure that the lion was about to say, the childish, teenage refrain from every annoyed kid ever. Yet, that was exactly what the feline wanted to be to someone else. It was starting to click.

As Deke took the dragon's pants, underwear, and shirt to the other room, as well as his own clothes, the black dragon floated the pizza boxes to the garbage can. He tossed what was left in the boxes in, and then condensed the cardboard until it could fit in the recycling.

With that done, he sat back down again. He had a few minutes to think; he might as well use them.

By the time the naked lion came back, he had an idea. He looked at Deke with a considering glance as the lion sat down again, and he could see the blush forming on the feline's cheeks. Oh, he knew that something was going to happen, he just didn't know what. He smiled, nodding to himself.

"So, Deke. You believe that you're good enough to actually serve someone as a sex slave, hmm?"

"Well, yes. I thought that it'd be easy enough to do, considering..."

"Considering?"

"..."

"I'm waiting for an answer there, Deke."

"I did do a lot of...toying...for people."

"That's not a bad start, but do you know what you'd be dealing with when you're with some of the bigger masters?"

The lion looked down, and the dragon smiled as he spread his legs a bit. He was quite happy with the reaction that came from showing off his cock and balls. Considering that he had eight inches down there while soft, and that it only got bigger the longer that it was stared at, the longer that he used it, it was quite the monster. Deke's eyes widened slightly, and there was no question that he was doing some mental measuring.

"How much..."

Deke broke off, but Draconicon chuckled, holding his finger about five inches past where the head currently was. The lion winced.

"I don't know if I can..."

"You just said you could."

"Yeah, but...but..."

"In your butt, and in your mouth, and everywhere else. That's what you said you'd do if you were a slave, how you'd tend to someone else."

"..."

"I'm not trying to scare you here. But this is reality, Deke. If you want this, you are going to have to get used to the idea that there will be things done to you, things that you may or may not be ready for. A good master - rare as those are - will wait and train you up to that. Others...won't."

"Are..."

"I am a good master. In fact, I'm a very good master." He smiled slightly. "It's why I'm not going to force you to take this all the way up your ass."

The lion breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm just going to make you take as much as you can take."

"What?!"

Smiling, the dragon gestured with one hand, black lines running from his fingertips to the lion's hips, his wrists, his ankles. It was like a puppeteering nightmare, but it was just what the dragon needed to take control. He wiggled his fingers from side to side, drawing the lion out of his seat, and slowly making him walk across the floor.

"But...but I can't...that's too big!"

"We're going to find out just what is 'too big' tonight, Deke. And then, you'll have a benchmark for what you have to train yourself for."

"I thought my master was supposed to do the training!"

"And I thought you said that you had already done some training yourself."

The lion was 'forced' to drop between the dragon's legs, and this time, he was made to lean, not against the dragon's soles, but right up against his scaly sac. Deke took one breath, and the pheromones down there left him moaning, gasping, shivering. And more than a little erect, the dragon could feel as he lifted his feet up just a little bit.

"It seems that you have some appreciation for a more manly scent," he said with a chuckle.

"Mmmph..."

"Did you practice at gloryholes, or on dildos?"

"I...um..."

"Or was the whole practicing thing a bit of a lie?"

"It wasn't...a lie...exactly..."

"Ah, on yourself?"

The lion's face could go just a bit more red, apparently, and Draconicon chuckled as he realized that he'd guessed correctly.

"Ah, you can perform some self-sucking, then."

"It's not...regular..."

"But you can do it."

He nodded, blushing slightly.

"Then you won't have that much trouble with the tip, then. I imagine that you are already finding yourself enjoying the smell down there, the powerful musk of a dragon male."

There was definitely another blush there, and Draconicon felt the soft throb of the lion's cock between his toes. He chuckled, dragging his foot up and down slowly, making sure that the poor boy understood his position, and that he was going to be mocked mercilessly for this if he decided to try and pull back.

"There we go. Go on. Breathe it in."

And Deke did just that, his nostrils flaring again and again as he sucked down the dragon's ball sweat, the soft musk that was growing ever stronger. The puffing wind of warm breath over his balls was slowly getting his cock to start rising up, and soon, it was up and throbbing with life.

The thick shaft was a good thirteen inches long, and the width was such that it would have looked like a small species wrist. It was three inches in diameter, and as for circumference, the number was probably higher than anyone would really want to know before stuffing it up their ass.

He squeezed it at the base as the lion kept breathing in his scent, giving himself a few strokes until the tip started to ooze with precum. He lowered the head, dabbing his cock against the lion's head.

"Now, let's see how you like the taste."

Drawing Deke up so that he could kiss the tip again, he encouraged the lion to open his mouth. It was a gentle thrust, no more than that, as he eased the head of his cock into the lion's jaws, using the slick, soaked head to tease it further, further, and further in. There were soft, suckling motions as the lion's eyes whited out again, obviously deep in musk-trance.

He slowly dragged the lion's head down his cock, giving him the chance to take it a bit slower than most masters would have pushed. He knew that there was not nearly the experience to take his whole cock, and he knew better than to just thrust and break it down with a hard bit of throat-fucking. Most slaves, particularly those that had just eaten, would have thrown up from that.

Instead, he got Deke used to the feeling of a different cock on his tongue, making it clear that this was going to happen, making it just as clear that it was going to be enjoyable as long as the lion was obedient. In, out, in, out, slow thrusting, dragging the head of his cock along that rough tongue. Each little thrust left a bit of precum behind, and he could feel the lion slowly getting conditioned to like it.

Soon, Deke was going down far enough for the dragon's cock to be pressing against the back of his muzzle, almost into his throat. It wasn't enough to get to the halfway point, but it was not a bad job for someone that had only practiced on themselves up till that point. He chuckled, rubbing the lion's head, seeing that there was no real awareness of the real world in his eyes right at that moment. He had passed into the deep need, the place where he wasn't thinking, where he was only conscious of the cock in his mouth and the throbbing between his legs.

Dragon musk was good for that. The pheromones in his scent were quite strong, and they pushed many species down. There were species that had a resistance to it, but they weren't exactly common, and it wasn't exactly universal.

He pushed just a bit, testing the lion's throat, but it was clear that it wasn't ready for any sort of deepthroating at that point. Six of his thirteen inches were encased in the lion's mouth at that point, and the feline's jaw was nearly dislocated from taking something so wide.

Yeah, he's not ready to serve with oral just yet, he thought, shaking his head.

"Alright, alright. That's enough for now."

He pushed Deke back. The lion moaned, huffing softly, and there were long strings of spit that connected mouth to cock. It was clear that the dragon wasn't going to get off with the lion's mouth, not this time, at least. He leaned back on his chair, wiggling his fingers, and Deke was made to climb into his lap. He gestured for the lion to face away, and he allowed that rump to press against his cock.

It was definitely not that well-trained, at least as far as he could see. It could take a finger dry, admittedly, which was better than a number of holes, but it still didn't mean diddly squat against the monster that he had between his legs. Still, he'd give the lion a chance to prove himself sexually.

"Push."

Deke did as he was ordered, slowly rolling his hips back. The muscles in them were just enough to catch his cock, and they squeezed for a moment before he made Deke pull them apart with his hands. A little pink pucker pressed against his cock tip, and Draconicon could already tell that there was no way in hell that he was going to be fucking that hole properly tonight. It didn't have any experience with a cock as big as his. Maybe with one the size of the neighbor's, but that was neither here nor there.

He sighed.

"Well, I guess there's only one thing to do."

With a wiggle of his fingers, he seized hold of the lion's hips with his magic. Deke grunted, and he knew, somewhere deep down, that the lion knew what was coming next. Using his magic to shift the position slightly, just so that he had the best, easiest angle, and then, slowly, used his magic to make Deke push back on him.

It was a slow, steady descent, and the lion's eyes slowly widened, the whiteness fading from them. Deke gasped, shivered, panted. A little more, a little more as that little pink pucker started to spread around his cock. It was just about to open all the way, his cock head on the verge of sliding in. He gave one last pull -

POP!

And just like that, a cock that was three inches in diameter spread a lion's hole that had probably never seen something thicker than an inch, maybe an inch and a half. The whiteness faded from Deke's eyes as a soundless roar echoed from his throat, his mouth hanging open and his eyes rolled back as he tried and failed to find the air to make that sound. He quivered from head to toe, and Draconicon knew that it was only his magic that kept the lion from completely collapsing, falling off his dick.

"Fuck, how are you that big?!"

"It's part of being a dragon."

"I...Nnnngh..."

"I'd say that you aren't nearly as trained as you thought you were."

"I...so...ah..."

And it was quite clear that further conversation wasn't going to happen with Deke so absorbed by the stretch going on down there. Only the pheromones in his brain, keeping the libido too high to care about pain more than a bit, was keeping the super-stretch discomfort away. Draconicon shook his head, gently lifting that tawny butt off of his cock, letting the head pop back out.

Just like that, the lion collapsed, panting and shaking as he hit the ground. He shivered as he laid on all fours in the dragon's living room, his ass up, his hole still stretched. It was slowly closing, but that would take an hour or two after that extreme penetration. Sighing, the dragon got to his feet, walking to the fridge.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"So, you don't have the urges of a slave, you don't have the education of a slave, and you don't have the training and body of a slave," he said as he started filling an ice pack with ice cubes. "Did you have anything that made you even slightly likely to make it as a slave?"

"...I hate life..."

"Yeah, that's not exactly a selling point, I'm afraid."

Shaking his head, he floated the ice pack back to the lion. He heard the soft grunt as the cold pack pressed against the much-stretched hole, telling the wishful 'slave' to keep it there if he wanted to keep from having a very sore bottom in the morning.

In the meantime, he poured himself a collection of different fruit juices, experimenting with a few different flavors before settling on something that mostly tasted of peach. He swished the drink around a few times, looking out the window. He could just make out Mrs. Totter in the house next door ordering her husband around, teasing him. The mare made eye contact with him through the window, winking and giving him a questioning glance of whether he wanted to come over.

He shook his head. Much as it would have been nice to get some fun with people that did know what they were doing, he knew that Deke needed more attention before he was ready to be left alone. The lion was very fragile right now, and the fact that he had had his view of the world shattered like this meant that he needed someone around for a bit.

Not for long, hopefully, but for a bit.

The dragon sipped at his juice, turning away from the window to see the lion still on all fours, still with his ass in the air, and - surprisingly - with his hand on his cock. He was slowly jerking himself, and Draconicon chuckled.

"What's got you so horny?"

"Uh, nothing!"

Deke pulled his hand back from his cock, but the hard-on remained. The lion tried to cover it, but it was obviously still visible. As the dragon chuckled, Deke groaned.

"It's just...that was huge..."

"You liked it?"

"More than I...more than I ever thought I could."

Surprising, and for more than one reason, he realized. There was a possibility there, something that he hadn't actually thought about before. He tapped his chin, a small smile forming as he looked at the embarrassed lion.

"What?"

"Do you really want to feel something like that again?"

"...What will happen if I say yes?"

"You'll probably feel something like that again."

"Then yes."

"Good. Let's see how hard you're willing to work for it."

"What? What are you talking - ooooh fuck that's cold..."

"That'll be the adrenaline and musk wearing off."

"Oh, oh wow that's cold..."

They'd come back to this in the morning, he felt. The dragon smiled as he sipped his peach juice, already coming up with ideas.

The End

Summary: Draconicon continues training and educating Deke, taking his time to really get into what a slave is, and finding out how woefully underprepared the lion actually is.

Tags: M/M, size difference, foot fetish, dragon, lion, oral, blowjob, anal, mind control, body control, musk, master/slave, teaching, training, conditioning, Draconicon, series, big cock, precum,