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The Possum's Position

For 3rdHarleyJoe

By Draconicon

The world was full of idiots, but every now and then, the idiots decided to listen. Today was one of those days, and it meant that Draconicon left the meeting room with less of a fury around him than usual.

It still wasn't perfect, of course. More than one of the lords beneath him still believed that they deserved the chance to rule their lands exactly as they chose with no oversight, and that meant that he had to come down on them harder than he liked. Some had been forced to give up a few of their slaves as a reminder that they were not immune to the consequences of their actions, and others had been forced to give up more than that.

However, it was better than declaring war or sanctions on someone, the way that he had needed to do in the past. They were more reasonable these days, and were willing to see that they needed to shift their production from war material to something more...long-lasting.

Still, he was looking forward to the chance to blow off some steam, to relax, to -

Thump.

The black dragon paused in mid-step, his toes still on the ground, his heel raised in the moment before he was to take the next step. He slowly turned in place, looking towards a room down the hall, hearing faint voices.

The slaves.

He knew that it had to be someone getting annoyed at another of their number. Despite being sentenced down to that rank, and in some cases volunteering for it, Draconicon knew that a number of slaves still fought for the chance to advance through their hierarchy. Many of them wanted to be a preferred slave, a chosen one for the masters that ruled every facet of their lives. More than a few in the palace were angling to be one of his preferred ones, to be among his lovers rather than merely among his servants.

And if he had to make a guess, this was going to involve Harley again.

Sighing softly, the black dragon turned on the ball of his foot, moving back down the hall towards the source of the noise. The closer to the room he got, the clearer the voices responsible become, until he could make out exactly what they were saying.

"You better start learning your place, possum."

And I was right...

That voice was familiar enough. Cael, he believed the slave's name was, a bull that had joined the palace slaves after the latest annexation of lands to the south. He had made sure to offer that to as many of the villagers as possible, wishing to bring them to the core lands so that their land would be open to more experienced, hardy settlers and soldiers that could make use of it, protect it. In return, the villagers would be taught the new ways of the world, and even have the chance to better themselves.

Cael, however, had been a bit of a problem. Not necessarily as an evil sort of person, but rather, as a sort of ambitious man that didn't know when he was overreaching. He wanted many things, but that didn't mean that the bull knew what he was doing, or that he was good enough to claim them.

He kept listening as he walked on, however.

"You think that the dragon's going to keep you at his side forever? I've been watching, and I know that he's got more that he wants than just a foot licker. Give me half a second, and I'd have him moaning for my mouth, craving my tongue on his cock as much as you crave his feet on your face."

"Mmph...Cael...please...let go..."

Draconicon's eyes narrowed at the soft whimper in the possum's voice. This was more than an argument, and it sounded like the thump of someone getting shoved against a wall was more than just Harley getting pushed around. This sounded a bit more serious than that.

He rounded the corner, looking around the doorframe. He was right. The bull had managed to push Harley to his knees, and the big guy's foot - he kept no hooved creatures in the palace - was pressed right against the possum's crotch, almost grinding the heel into it rather than doing the sort of teasing rubbing that the dragon was famous for doing to his slaves.

"Yeah, you pathetic little...Ugh. Do you know how long Master's kept me in chastity? Do you know how many times I've been trying to earn my way out of this? But no. You're always there, always shoving your nose between his toes and slaving away under them. I don't know what the hell he sees in you.

"But you know what? This time, he's going to pick me. This time, you're not going to be around, and he's going to take me back to his bedroom, and I'm going to show him how much he's been missing. I'm going to blow that big, fat cock of his, and I'm going to let him see how much better that is than getting his feet worshiped.

"And after that, you're going to be out of a job, Harley. You're going to be a little former slave that only gets cleaning duty. He deserves so much more than just -"

"Ahem."

It took no more than clearing his throat to send the two slaves shooting apart, the pair of them immediately falling flat on the floor, bowing to the overlord.

They could not have been more different in physique. Cael was a massive bull, the sort that one imagined as a berserker warrior in old tales, with the horns that ran out from the sides of his head and curled up in massive curved spears. His shoulders were thick and broad, his body muscular from head to toe, with a nice bump along his butt to show off just how well-developed all of his muscles were. The bull had a thick brown pelt, one that showed off his muscles all the more because of it.

Harley, on the other hand, was small. The possum was not muscular, nor was he particularly slender or willowy or curved like a femboy. If anything, he was a slight little thing, something that could be crushed or pushed over with ease if someone felt cruel. The possum's bald tail swished back and forth, and his bald hands and feet were wrinkled, curled, and the possum's face was hidden against the floor.

"Master," they both said at once, keeping their faces down.

"Well, I suppose that you two were having quite the discussion. I could hear you down the hallway."

"..."

"..."

"Neither of you have anything to say now, do you?"

"No, Master," Harley said quickly, shaking his head. "I don't want to bother you."

"No, Master," Cael said. "I just wait for your whims."

Harley would never rat someone else out to get them in trouble, and Cael knew the rules too much for even his ambition to entirely break them. It was a fascinating little conundrum, but the dragon knew that it would only lead to more distractions, more moments where the two of them fought over who deserved what. Or, more accurately, more times where Cael would try and show his superiority and hurt Harley in the process.

There was only one way to end this.

"Stand, please."

The two of them jumped to their feet almost immediately, their loincloths falling over their crotches. Harley's was slightly tented, it seemed, while Cael's was flat. No surprise. They were both technically in chastity, though Harley was unlocked while Cael...well, Cael was not.

"Come with me. We will have this out once and for all."

It was not a long walk through the palace to one of the bedrooms. The dragon had his own quarters, that was true, but he had many smaller rooms throughout the palace for when his lusts overcame him and he wished some privacy. He didn't always want privacy, but there were times when one must hide one's own needs from the other lords.

This one was smaller, a bit more intimate than the grand chambers that he kept further towards the core of the palace. It consisted of a large, circular bed, one that had a low tier and a high tier, and that was all. The bed itself was made so that various slaves could enjoy time with him on the low tier, while a chosen slave could spend time with him on the upper one, allowing for a different sort of gathering.

He walked up to the bed, stripping off his robe as he went. The fabric fell to the floor, thumping softly, and he took a seat at the foot of the bed. A gesture from one finger sent flames flying around the room, lighting dozens of candles that were built into the wall, filling the room with light and heat from many little points rather than a few large ones.

Cael and Harley stood in the doorway, looking at him with their heads down. They were neither so confident as they were before, nor so worried as they had been. If anything, they looked eager, in their own reserved sort of way.

Draconicon turned to the bull, shaking his head.

"You were saying that you could make me eager for your mouth."

"I...was very eager, and upset, Master."

"Were you lying, then?"

"No! I can make you feel good!"

"Then I will see you do this."

"Right now?"

"Not quite, but very shortly. First."

He nodded towards Harley, and the possum immediately looked at the ground, the little guy's hands pulled tight behind his back. The little servant was always so nervous, so afraid of causing any sort of offense, and it was a pity, because he was a genuinely talented little male. That said, this was a lesson for both of them.

"First, I want to make this clear. I encourage competition, yes, but I will not have that become violence between you. I will not have slaves or servants fighting each other, humiliating each other, or taking it beyond a simple desire to be better. Compete with your skills, not with your strength, or I will be forced to take steps. Do you understand me, Cael?"

"...Yes, Master."

"And Harley."

"Yes, Master?"

"I want you to remember that you are allowed to speak. You may be under me, but that doesn't mean that you are under everyone. There are those that would be your equals, if you could but stand up to them. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master."

Nodding, he crossed his arms, looking between the slaves. He could see them looking back at him, Harley staring down at his feet, the possum's eyes occasionally darting further up but mostly staying down. Cael, on the other hand, had his eyes fixed firmly on the dragon's cock, staring at the soft thing that dangled over heavy balls.

And it was soft, because he had the discipline to keep it that way. The bull and the possum might be there for his pleasure, yes, but that did not mean that he was a brainless brute that would take them only for that. He was the one that controlled his cock, rather than the other way around.

Gesturing at Cael, he flicked the bull's loincloth to the side with his magic. The slave's shaft was contained within a cage of metal, one that forced it down and under his balls, keeping it from being able to get hard, keeping it from cumming easily even with anal stimulation. Many slaves were fitted with contraptions like that, meant to keep them from being distracted in a hall of pheromones, where the dragon's scent could bring many to their knees and raise many a boner.

Even now, the bull's cock twitched, eager to come out and play, eager to show itself off before the master of the realm. The Dragon Overlord. The master of all.

Draconicon chuckled to himself, letting the magic go, the loincloth falling once more.

"You say that I would be eager for your mouth, if I ever had the chance to try it, yes?"

"I said that, Master, yes."

"I don't suppose that you would like the chance to prove that?"

Harley's eyes went wide, but the possum said nothing. A pity. He had half-hoped that the possibility of someone else in his bed might provoke the little possum to some sort of more aggressive action, but then again, that was probably hoping for a little bit too much. He shook his head, leaning back on the bed, putting his legs just that little bit further apart. His black-scaled sac rested on the sheets of the bed, and his feet rested on the cushions of the lower tier.

"Do you want to show me what your apparently skilled mouth can do? Or are you going to stay over there, waiting, worrying?"

"You...I have permission, Master?"

"I did not say that. I'm asking you if you care to put your money where your mouth is? Or rather, my dick where your mouth is?"

The bull sputtered softly, but he had judged correctly. Ambition was key to Cael's character, and the chance to fulfill one of his dreams was certainly all the bait that the bull needed to lunge forward.

"I'll prove everything. I can make you cum in mere minutes, master, I'm sure of it."

"Then try."

The bull went to his knees between the dragon's legs, using one hand to lift his sac and the other to stroke along the dragon's shaft. Of course, such a thing would be tricky considering his size and heft, but the bull was certainly determined, shoving his head forward and licking around the tip.

It was not an unpleasant feeling, and the dragon began to grow hard. His cock swayed slightly, rolling around the licks as the bull kept dragging his tongue along the shaft, licking all the way from the low-hanging orbs to the tip of the shaft, then back down along the other side. Each lick gave him pleasure, yes, but it was a slow-building one, one that gave him little more than enough to get hard.

From eight inches to thirteen his cock rose, gaining length and width in proportion to each other. The shaft was already hard for the bull to wrap his fingers around, and the bigger it got, the harder a time the bull had with it. He grunted, he groaned, and his hot breath puffed over the dragon's cock and balls.

All the while, Draconicon waited, allowing the bull to show off, allowing Cael to do what he wanted to try and prove himself. It was not an unfair challenge, though it was one that was rigged towards the dragon's favor regardless.

"I'll get you off. I'll show you what you're missing..."

It wasn't just what Cael was saying, but the attitude that he was showing. It was not something done merely for the dragon's pleasure, but for the bull's ambition. It was a measure of spite in the pleasure, and it was poison.

Even as Cael started to slide his mouth forward, swallowing the tip of the dragon's cock into his muzzle and then down his throat, the dragon overlord looked to the doorway.

Harley was still staring, his cheeks bright red, one hand rubbing the other arm as he watched the blowjob go on. It was clear that the young man didn't know what to say, what to think about the show going on in front of him, and it was just as clear that he didn't know what to do about his own future.

Draconicon shook his head, allowing the whole thing to go on in silence for the moment, the only sounds coming from the spit in the bull's mouth getting swished about by the eager, sloppy blowjob.

It wasn't unpleasant, as he said. Cael's mouth was wet and warm, and he knew to use his tongue, to flick it about as he bobbed his head. The slave teased the head of his cock nicely, and the smaller male was quick to use his tongue to worship the sides of the shaft as well as the tip and the base. He was doing everything he could to worship and stimulate every part of the dragon's cock, working his muzzle up and down at a frantic pace.

But that didn't mean that it was as good as it needed to be.

Leaning back on his arms, the dragon sighed, tilting his head back. Cael seemed to take that as a signal that he was doing well, and he pushed himself further, faster, going so far as to deepthroat part of the dragon's cock. It was pleasant enough, warm and wet with that shaft all the way in the back of the bovine's neck, but also rather...

Well, it wasn't enough, that was all he could say.

"Harley."

The name cut through the blowjob sloppiness, and the possum stood up straight immediately.

"Y-yes, Master?"

"Cael is right in that a good slave will know how to give more than foot worship. You are very, very skilled in that, but your other talents have been neglected. If you want to help someone enjoy your presence, you will need more than just the eagerness you have for my feet.

"However."

He made sure to pause, looking down at the bull just as Cael started to show hints of smugness.

"However. There is more to life than the ambition to move forward. Eagerness to serve is more pleasurable to me than a desire to be rewarded. I would trade a thousand slaves with eager holes for one that knew his place, and desired to serve me the way that he knew that I would enjoy.

"Cael. I have given you five minutes to please me. I would have to say that you've been found wanting."

The bull pulled himself back, gasping after, but he tried to speak anyway. All that came out was a wheeze, and no surprise, considering the stiff cock that had been plundering the depths of his throat.

Shaking his head, he gestured past the bull at the possum, calling Harley forward. The possum blushed worse, but did as he was told. No command was needed there as the possum fell to his knees, staying on the floor as he dragged his tongue along the top of the black dragon's foot.

"You...that's all you want? That's it?" Cael asked.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Suck while he worships. Perhaps then you will have a better chance."

This was a bit humiliating for the bull, and he knew it. That was the point. He needed Cael to realize just what he was doing, just how much he needed to learn. If he didn't pick up on it now, then the whole point of this exercise was gone.

The bull did as he was told, going back to sucking him off. It was clear that Cael was trying to be more forceful, trying to make the dragon's orgasm happen, but no matter what he did, it wasn't going to be enough.

It doesn't matter how hard you suck if you're doing it for yourself. It doesn't matter how well you serve if you're only doing it for yourself. If you aren't doing it out of a need for me, then it isn't going to be enough.

And as expected, it wasn't. The bull kept bobbing his head, but the dragon's attention was constantly drawn down to the possum tongue that was gradually working over the top of his foot. Each little lick drew it up a bit further, running from his toes and the spaces between them up along the top of his foot, and from there along the side of his lick. It didn't take long for Harley to move from there to his knee, and then to shift to the other foot, starting the process over again.

Throughout it all, he barely felt the blowjob. It was just too frantic, too desperate, too sloppy for him to get off to. He was sure that there had been other villagers, other servants, other slaves that had given in to that out of a need to get off, but the dragon had higher standards. He needed people that were willing to serve, to show their devotion, to make it their mission in life to please him as much as they pleased themselves. Few could do it, admittedly, but the ones that could were the best to hold onto.

Eventually, the dragon sighed, pushing Cael back again.

"What? Master, please. I can make you cum, I swear."

"Not with your mouth."

"Then, how? I'll do anything you ask."

"Not for me, though."

"Why - what does it matter if I still do it?"

"It matters."

The dragon shook his head, using his tail and one foot at the same time to roll Harley over. The possum knew the move and went with it, going from kneeling on all fours to being flat on his back in less than a second. Pushing his foot down on Harley's face, the dragon smiled at the possum, pushing his foot around until the little guy's nose stuck out from between his toes.

Almost instantly, Harley's semi-erection jumped to a full one, the possum's small cock sticking out from under his loincloth. It twitched eagerly for the dragon's foot, and every little lick that Harley gave the space between his toes made it dance that much more.

Cael looked utterly infuriated, though he managed to disguise it slightly as the dragon overlord turned to face him.

"You couldn't get me off. Perhaps you can get Harley to cum."

"...Yes, Master."

The bull leaned down, his mouth opening and sucking the entirety of the possum's small shaft into his mouth all at once. Harley groaned, his breath suddenly coming hot, heavy, and fast against the dragon's sole.

"That's it, Harley. You've shown your devotion. Now savor the rewards..."

He rolled his foot to the left, then to the right, grinding his large sole against the possum's face. His other foot rested on the possum's belly, rubbing from waist to chest and back again, a slow sideways belly rub.

Harley's hands twitched, desperately holding back from grabbing the dragon's ankles. He knew his servant, he knew the possum's urges, and he chuckled.

"You want to touch them, don't you?"

"Mmmph...I want...I want to make you...feel good, master...'

"Then enjoy yourself. Seeing my slave lose control will make me feel good."

"May...May I tease my - ah - nipples, master?"

The dragon smiled, going one better. He shifted his tail around, bringing it to the possum's chest. Harley immediately gasped, arching his back and thrusting his chest forward ever so slightly. The possum's whimpers and moans came hard and loud as the dragon flicked his tail back and forth, circling the little nubs that were just barely showing through the fur, occasionally dragging the pointed tip of his tail across them rather than just circling them.

Through it all, the bull sucked. Not happily, but angrily, his mouth bouncing up and down in a frenzy as if he was bound and determined to show that he had some oral skill, at least. More than once, Harley whimpered from the force that was applied to his cock, his toes curling, his back arching up, and the dragon took advantage of that.

He pushed down with one foot, holding Harley's head firmly against the ground, making the little possum suck and sniff along the bottom of his foot, along the toes, between them, against the arch. He used that foot to control the possum, to dictate his position, how he worshiped his foot in return. It was always gentle, but firm, ensuring that the possum did exactly what the dragon needed at any given point.

With his other foot, he rolled it up to the possum's chest. His tail pulled out of the way, and with the size difference so extreme between them, he was able to rest his heel on one nipple, and his toes on either side of the other.

"Ah...ah...m-master..."

"Go ahead and cum, Harley. And you...don't you swallow, Cael."

He twisted his foot to the side, grinding his heel on one nipple, pinching his toes around the other. It was enough.

Harley almost screamed as he came, the possum pinned between the bull's muzzle between his legs and the dragon foot on his face. It was just as expected, really; there had never been any chance that the possum would be able to hold back for long.

He waited, using his tail to keep Cael in place so that every single blast of cum landed where it was supposed to. When the pair of them were finally still, he pulled his feet back, sitting upright. His cock, long since gone flaccid again - but still spit-shined - swayed between his legs.

"Harley. I am not keeping you as a slave any longer."

Bull and possum alike sat up, the former looking surprised, the other looking scared. He followed that up with a clarification.

"I am making you a pet. You will stay with me and learn other ways of being devoted, but you will no longer be a slave."

"...Thank you, Master."

"You may leave, Cael."

The bull got to his feet with a stiff bow, almost angrily leaving the bedroom. Draconicon shook his head, then reached down, pulling Harley into bed with him.

The first thing he did, however, was roll the possum over, pushing him down against the bed. His pet shivered, then gasped as the dragon slid his cock between Harley's ass cheeks. It stiffened quickly, the slippery rod sliding between them, the wet head bumping the possum's pucker more than once.

"He is right, though," the dragon whispered to his newest pet. "You must learn how to do more than foot licking, and without me commanding it. Your eagerness is wonderful, an inspiration to other pets and slaves, but you need to do more than that, or you will never grow."

"I...I understand, master."

"You will learn how to use your mouth for other parts of my body...and you will eventually learn to use this..."

He hot-dogged his cock between the possum's ass cheeks a bit more firmly, sliding forward, back, forward, back, each time bumping that pucker under the tail. Harley shivered under him, but the possum didn't fight it. If anything, he started to push back, grinding against his master.

"You want to serve, and that makes you wonderful. But you're still afraid."

"You're just...so big."

"I know. But you're good enough to take it...if you try."

"I want to, Master. Just...give me time. I want to. I really want to make you proud of me."

"And I have no doubt that I will be. In time."

The possum nodded, shivering a bit as the dragon laid over him. It was not a crushing position, but it was one that would leave the possum marked by him in the morning. Not unpleasantly, but as a reminder of someone that was that much bigger, someone that was that much stronger than him that could and would take control as needed.

Draconicon leaned down, giving the possum a little nuzzle to the back of the neck. Harley made a happy little whimper, his rump cheeks squeezing around the dragon's cock and holding it in place.

"Sleep well, Harley."

"Sleep well, Master."

The dragon closed his eyes. He'd probably end up grinding and hot-dogging the possum more in his sleep, but that was hardly a problem. It was something that Harley would have to get used to, because eventually, he was going to be more than just a foot licker. Eventually, he was going to be what all other slaves, pets, and toys wished they were.

But that was for the future. This was for showing Harley the rewards of his place in life.

The End