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A Statuesque Betrayal

Part 2

For Justacritic

By Draconicon

The demons were crafty and underhanded, as was their nature, and despite his best efforts, Godfrey could not protect himself from all of their tricks. Every time he fell asleep, he woke to their touches, and yet another of their adornments was wrapped around him. His ankles and his wrists alike were clasped in some dull metal that might have once been gold, but had faded in the hands of the brutes. A ring of the same material was slid down his cock at one point, wrapping around the red runes at the base and keeping him from wiping them away with the power of the divine inside of him. Shoulderpads, a mockery of the armor that he had once worn, were slapped onto his shoulders, as well.

He was forbidden from leaving the plinth, some strange spells keeping him to it no matter how he paced and pressed against their bounds. Every time that he tried to leave the stone circle, he was pushed back by their power, and he growled in the depths of his throat.

Godfrey knew that he had the power to escape if he truly wished to. Their power wasn't sufficient, and even the Sorcerer would have struggled to hold him back if they were forced to fight each other. The dragon paladins had been formed to counter the demonic magic, after all, and he had been one of their strongest.

His power would have freed him...if he hadn't been bound by his fear for his colleagues and comrades, his brothers in arms. If they were captured, he needed to be here to inspire them, to show them that there was hope, even here in the darkest of caverns.

And so, Godfrey waited, taking the abuse of the demons, waiting them out. Through it all, he glared at them, they smirked at him, and his rune-marked, ringed cock continued to throb with a life that he dreaded as much as he hated...

It was three days into his captivity when the first of the captives was brought through the caverns. Godfrey woke from his meditation to see a green dragon dragged through the caves, eyes closed and ears plugged. He slept the sleep of the drugged, and he'd been stripped of his armor, his weapons, and his dignity.

And yet, despite that, the blue dragon still recognized him. Dalwin, one of the lieutenants that had been given to the demons. He had been in the siege of the Citadel, part of Godfrey's trusted detachment to take care of the demon leadership. If he had been captured -

"Dalwin. Dalwin!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, but the earplugs and the drugs kept the dragon from stirring as he was dragged along by the brutish demons. The black and red-skinned creatures chittered with laughter, pausing at the tunnel that led to the rest of the caves and throwing their quarry to the ground. They deliberately spread the dragon's legs, forcing his balls up and thrusting slimy fingers under his tail.

"Nnngh..."

Even in his sleep, Dalwin seemed to try and resist, but the dragon could do little as the demons pumped his asshole before the Captain-General. Godfrey growled deep down in his chest, leaning against the unseen barrier that kept him on the plinth as his lieutenant was fingered and raped before his eyes.

And yet, even as he was fingered, the same red lines that had crisscrossed his own shaft began to spread from the other dragon's hole. Sigils that burned bright as crimson flame burst across his scales, circling around Dalwin's hole before spreading up and around the base of his sac. The other dragon shivered in his sleep, moaning quietly, and his cock started rising in a way most unholy and unbecoming of a paladin.

"Stop this. Stop this immediately!" Godfrey roared.

The demons ignored him, save to laugh as they pulled their fingers back. They whispered to each other, gesturing at the dragon and wiggling their fingers in imitation of magical gestures.

He knew what they meant. They were going to take him to the Sorcerer, and the magic would be done to slowly bring him to a state of...

Godfrey didn't know, precisely, but it wouldn't be good for Dalwin, and the other dragon wasn't awake to fight back. The demons laughed at him, flipping their loincloths up to show off their cocks, and went back to dragging the dragon away.

The Captain-General continued to growl as he lowered himself back to a seated position. It was not time to fight back, not yet time to put himself against the demons, but at least he knew that they were already taking the other paladins. He closed his eyes, folded his legs into a meditative lotus, and tried to focus on purity.

And not, for once, on the throbbing between his legs.

"Mmmm, I do so love to report success."

Godfrey opened his eyes to find the Sorcerer standing in front of him, looming forward. The four-armed fiend chuckled.

"Were you napping while we worked on your friend?"

"Meditating. I could do nothing from here, save to keep you from affecting me further."

"Mmm, is that your excuse?"

"I need none."

"We'll see. But your friend? He is quite...heh...he is quite eager."

The Sorcerer raised his hand, creating in miniature a portal such as the one that he'd used to show Godfrey the fate of those dragons that would not survive the corruption that they used. He did not want to look, but knew that he owed it to his men to see what had become of them.

He saw Dalwin, and at first, he wondered if he was looking at yet another broken statue, something that had not survived the process. Yet, after a moment, he saw the pleasure in the dragon's face, twisted in frozen bliss, eyes open and yet stoned over, as if they were seeing things and not at the same time.

The portal pulled back, showing the full body of the other dragon, and he saw that his friend had been frozen in a spread-legged position, feet far apart, arms behind his back. His cock was pulled down, yet at the same time, turgid and full, as if someone had forced it to erection and then pulled it down, down, down, to the point where there were still fingerprints and pressure marks in the shaft from the grip of someone else holding it in that position.

It was ringed at the base, much like his own was, and he shivered as he realized that the dragon was already well-marked with corruption, lines of red going down the stony shaft, pulsing and -

Pulsing and milking the shaft, he realized as silvery essence of lust poured out of the tip at regular intervals. Each pulse brought out a mouthful of clear pre-seed, oozing out of the dragon, and the demons gathered around the statue would occasionally speed it up by forcing a finger under Dalwin's tail.

"You..."

"Me? Me what?" the Sorcerer asked.

"..."

"Can't find an insult suitable enough?"

"All of them are no more but names to you. Monster."

"Yes, yes. I'm sure that you see me as nothing more than that. Please, keep that mindset. It's so much easier to manipulate."

"What are you doing to him?"

"Harvesting him, quite clearly."

"For what?"

"Oh, you will see."

Click, click.

"Ah, you'll see right now, as a matter of fact."

The Sorcerer turned on his heels, taking a small bucket from a black-skinned demon that left the tunnels. The demon disappeared, leaving them alone once more as the Sorcerer turned around. He lifted the bucket up, showing the large amount of pre-cum that had been harvested from Dalwin. The smell, thick and heavy with musk and yet something more, something more bitter and darker than the scent of man, filled the room.

"This is the key to the downfall of Mahoro, Captain-General. This is what will bring about our victory."

"The seed of dragons?"

"No. The essence of the dragon paladins."

As the Sorcerer chuckled, the monstrous demon shoved his fingers into the bucket. He drew them free, silvery and slimy, and twisted his hand in an arcane gesture. As he did, the goo turned bright, then black, reflective as obsidian and twice as dark.

Godfrey gasped at the sheer horror of the magical aura that filled the room. It was as if the Sorcerer's spells had more than tripled in power, their weight and presence nearly bowing him down. He groaned, trying to fight back against it, but his legs shook and it took everything that he had just to remain standing.

"The power of the 'divine' that you tout is nothing but the other side of the coin, our opposite. All it takes is a little corruption - just a trifle - in the right place, and suddenly, it ceases to defy us, and begins to support us.

"You and yours will be our supply, the power source for our spells. In short order, we will have the strength to defy anything that your Tiger King can muster against us. His legacy will be the fact that he handed Mahoro over to us, and the Empire of Demons, the Empire of Hubur, may rise."

"You...you..."

"And you, Captain-General, will be the focus of it all. This?" The Sorcerer swayed the bucket from side to side before throwing it away. "This will be nothing compared to the essence of the Captain-General. You, greatest of the dragon paladins, will empower me with everything I need to throw the armies of Mahoro to the wind, to corrupt them to serve me, to show the council of demon lords that this war is still winnable."

"I. Will. Not. Break."

"You are already shattering, dragon. You are hard."

So hard. So very hard. And the aura of the Sorcerer was making it stiffer, somehow, as if the runes beneath the ring were reacting to the aura that the monster had spread throughout the room. He panted, his cock twitching, the gold ring at the base making it feel tighter, stiffer, harder than it had any right to be. His fingers curled into fists, and he forced his claws into the palms of his hand in a desperate attempt to use pain to break himself from the pleasure.

It barely worked.

"Mmm, a pity that you fear bliss so much," the Sorcerer said.

"I fear nothing. I hate you. I will not become your tool."

"Your 'tool' is already mine. You will follow soon enough."

"Never."

"Mmm, I do love a challenge." The four-armed Sorcerer chuckled. "Rest, dragon. We will speak again, soon."

The demons came when he fell asleep once more, and they brought chains with them. He woke to find his arms over his head, and he growled as the demons circled him, pulling his tail up and out of the way. The Sorcerer sat across from him, reading parchments and passing rolled-up texts to demons all around him.

"What is the meaning of this?" Godfrey growled.

"Oh, another day, another conquest. We've taken three of the hostages now. Two are successfully turned."

"You liar."

"You're right. Four. One completely gone, two turned, and you." The Sorcerer smiled. "And their milked essence has already secured us several staging sites from which to start the war once you break."

"...I won't break."

"Oh, perhaps not to the full power source that we want, but the runes have had long enough to start affecting your seed. The power of a Sorcerer lies in twisting the world, after all. Surely you remember that. Surely you recall the Siege of Nalo?"

"...Yes. Your kind laid all sorts of runes and wards along the lands after leaving. Your corruptive magic took nearly three months to cleanse."

"And it would have taken longer if you hadn't been there." The Sorcerer chuckled. "And I have left the same magics on you. Magic that twists over time. Magic that turns and bloats and warps as I choose. Have you not bothered to examine yourself?"

"I -"

"Take a look, Captain-General."

He was forced to lean back in his chains, and he felt as if he was giving the demons a show in the process. His eyes widened as he realized that his sac, always healthy, had grown. Not massively, not so much that it had become a distended thing of horror, but it was certainly larger, and there was a tightness to it that he had ignored in favor of his meditation. They looked full and firm in a way that a male's sac shouldn't, and as soon as he realized how heavy they were, he groaned, his cock twitching and leaping between his legs in utter desperation. A low throb went from his sac to his shaft, and was trapped by the ring, making it feel like his shaft was throbbing, pulsing, growing and shrinking, thickening and thinning by turns.

"Mmmm, that's what I hoped to see. Yes, Captain-General. You may meditate, and you may pretend that I have no power over you. I encourage it. It means my magic has more time to do what it needs to do."

"What...what happened..."

"The essence of a dragon is powerful, with the right tweaks. The touch of your so-called 'divine' started it off, but adding a twist of our own power...encouraging it to grow, to swell...to make you more sensitive in all kinds of ways..." The Sorcerer smiled beneath his hood. "It is akin to brewing a potion; we just brew it in your body."

"Nnngh...I will..."

"You don't have a choice, Captain-General. You are still a living being - for the moment - and the living have triggers that can be pressed."

The Sorcerer nodded to someone out of sight, and Godfrey gritted his teeth as he felt demonic fingers rubbing along his ass cheeks. He growled as he looked over his shoulder, seeing one of the red-skinned little imp things rubbing his rump, pulling his cheeks apart. He squeezed, tightening his muscles for a moment. It did not deny them access for long, but for the purposes of petty annoyances, it was something.

The demon eventually forced his way in anyway, his fingers rubbing along the sweaty scales between the dragon's cheeks before finding his pucker. Godfrey grimaced, leaning his head back and staring at the ceiling as he imagined himself anywhere but there. He would have killed them all if he had access to his weapons; if he hadn't been tied up, he would have -

"Nngh!"

The finger slipped in, and it did it more easily than it should have. The Sorcerer had gone back to reading his scrolls and scripts, ignoring the proceedings, and that was almost more humiliating. If his enemy wished him broken, the least that he could do was bear witness to the act.

Then his attention went back to the finger, and he gasped for breath as it found that spot. Godfrey gritted his teeth, his fingers clenching into tight fists over his head as the demon fingered him, wiggling it in and out, thrusting clumsily but right on point as it found that spot over and over again. It sent a shock right from his ass right up to his cock, and it bobbed, bounced, twitched with need as he felt his pleasure rising.

No...no...focus...focus!

The paladin groaned, closing his eyes tightly, but it was impossible to ignore the finger rubbing right over his pleasure button, hitting it again and again and making him think of how good it would feel to just let loose. His balls felt tight and heavy, and his body felt so tense and hot.

No, no, it's a trick!

Rubbing finger right against that button, rubbing and teasing and grinding down on it and making it feel so good -

It's a trick!

Trick or not, it was working, and his cock throbbed more and more. He could feel the rolling pressure between his legs, the rising sensation of something coming up from below. Godfrey bit off the moans that he had been trained to push away, the pleasure that he had been told was not holy.

Yet, he could not stop himself from doing the one thing that he knew he shouldn't. His cock throbbed, responding with a bob up and down with every thrust of that finger, and soon, far too soon, he was dripping.

The first little droplet of his essence came free with a little tinkle sound as it hit the stone plinth, and the second fell into a bucket of its own. Godfrey howled in rage, stomping a foot as the Sorcerer looked up.

"And so is milked your first contribution to the war," the Sorcerer said, chuckling.

"You...bastard..."

"Hmm, hmm. Continue."

The demon did as it was told, thrusting away, adding a second finger and making the dragon roar in rage and unwanted pleasure. His cock bobbed up and down, and he knew that if he did not do something, he was going to give them exactly what they wanted.

So, he did something.

"RAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Tapping the power of the divine, he channeled it into his arms and legs, ripping himself free of the chains. He turned, the lengths of iron that held his arms to the ceiling coming free and becoming weapons in their own right. One broke the face of the demon fingering him, the other scattered the other demons away. He thrust one fist, glowing blue, against the barrier that kept him on the plinth. It shattered, and he leaped through -

"Stop!"

The Sorcerer's voice came with the bright crimson aura of his power. Godfrey turned, throwing his divine blessings against it. The red faded, fell back -

"Hmmph...a test, then."

The Sorcerer's power firmed, then darkened. The black aura of power that had come before, the same strength of corruption that had nearly taken him to his knees when the Sorcerer had demonstrated the power of the milked dragons, pressed against the glowing blue of his own will. Godfrey was pushed back a step, forced to bring both hands up to push back, but even that barely forced it to a standstill. He could not push forward, and sweat beaded on his brow.

"You are strong, Captain-General...but that strength means nothing...when I can steal it."

He stared as the Sorcerer lifted the bucket with the few precious droplets of the dragon's own essence. His mouth fell open with a silent 'no' before the Sorcerer scraped the bottom of the bucket -

"NNNNGGH!"

It was as if someone had reached into his very soul, stabbing through his heart and leaving a poison behind. The darkness and crimson light took him off his feet, sending him falling head over heels. He slammed into the wall, gasping for breath as he fought the urge to double over from the strange feeling inside him.

"Our power works differently to yours," the Sorcerer said, fingers still in the bucket. "Your essence may empower me...or it may connect me to you...and you...are wide open."

He could feel the corruptive power of the Sorcerer spreading through his insides, starting from his core and reaching down to his sex, and then up through his limbs. He gasped for breath, his eyes wide as he felt his arms moving, shifting. His legs did the same, moving him away from the wall. It was like someone was piloting him, dragging him along, walking him back to the stone plinth once more.

"No...no...no..."

"You have no choice anymore, Captain-General. Once you gave us your essence, you lost."

"I will...I will...fight..."

"I'm sure you will. The more yourself you stay, the more powerful your essence remains. So fight me...fight me, with all your heart and soul. You will never win, but your power will grant us what we need."

He was made to step onto the plinth once more, turning in place to face the Sorcerer. The demon smiled, using one of his other arms to control the shackles on the dragon's limbs. His arms were posed, one up, the other down, gesturing as if to a crowd. His legs moved, feet shoulder-width apart, and his cock -

"Nnngh...nnnngh!"

He groaned as it was forcefully pulled down at the base, the ring there giving the demon control that Godfrey could not fight against. Soon, it was pointed straight down between his legs, yet still so hard, so painfully hard.

"Let us begin...breaking you down..."

It was a regimen that he could not escape. Godfrey could not move when the demons came to milk him, nor fight back as they took it further. The fingers were their first method, running one or two along his prostate until he released his essence for them. They would rub it, teasing him and milking him like a cow for hours until he was forced to fill half a bucket for their purposes. They laughed and mocked him in their language throughout the process, never letting him forget what he was becoming.

When they were bored with that, which only took a few days, they moved on to other things. They would kneel before him, licking and teasing his cock with hands and mouth, acting like whores, taunting him for loving what they did, calling him out for being a depraved deviant rather than an upstanding paladin. They acted as if he loved what they did for his cock, slapping the paralyzed shaft and teasing it until it came.

Then, they moved on to fucking him. Their cocks were small compared to what dragons had, but they were many. Two at a time was the norm, sliding behind him and rutting him, forcing their cocks between his cheeks into a hole that had been stretched and trained by countless fingers. He took it, forced to take it, and the shackles on his wrists and ankles kept him from moving as if they were bound in the tightest of chains.

Little by little, they forced him to take it, and little by little, his body learned to enjoy it, and worse, to crave it.

Days passed as they tormented him and trained his body to become more and more sensitive, to the point where he started feeling the emptiness when they weren't milking him. His hole, teased, fingered, fucked, started to feel empty without something jammed inside of it, and he started whimpering, feeling a hunger to touch himself. He could not, and he was almost more thankful for the bindings than not.

As the days went by, the dragons were brought through, and he was made to see the prisoners as they passed. He knew them all by name, and to his shame, he throbbed when the demons teased the later prisoners, almost wishing that they were done the same to him, and at times, even wishing that it was his cock rather than theirs that pumped their holes.

It was some time - a week? Two? - before the Sorcerer visited him again. By then, Godfrey was a growling wreck, torn between his anger and his libido, and controlled by both. The four-armed mage smiled at him as he entered the cavern, shaking his head.

"It seems that you are losing yourself, bit by bit."

"I...lose...nothing."

"You have lost your control. Do you think that you could still break free?"

"..."

"You haven't left. And your body, if not your lips, begs whenever the demons stop for them to keep going."

"Lies."

"You could have fought back. I left. You could have freed yourself, run for the border, warned them of what we were doing."

"They will come for me. They...they will."

"Oh, they would. In another week. If we were not ready to move."

If they were not -

"We have all of you, Captain-General. Every single hostage has been captured. Every other dragon paladin within our borders has been converted into a fountain of power for us to tap. They flow without cease."

And true to his word, the demon Sorcerer lifted his hand and created multiple portals at once. He showed room upon room where the dragons were not so much milked as tapped, their cocks oozing without cease, dripping pre-cum without the touch of a demon to force it. Yes, some were put to use with greater pleasure by their demon captors, but they were constantly giving up their power, their cocks slaves to the demons as much as they were.

The Sorcerer waved his hand, dismissing them. He turned, smiling beneath his hood.

"And now, it is time for you to join them."

"I am...still fighting."

"Only partially. And it is time for me to show you the futility of that."

The Sorcerer flicked his fingers, and the dragon's arms came together, the shackles tapping against each other. He looked down, and his eyes went wide.

His hands, so long ignored, had turned to stone. His fingers were frozen and paralyzed, not by magic, but by the petrification that he had been so distracted from by his lusts to ever notice. The gray stone had crept down from his hands to his elbows, and it was only through the magic of the Sorcerer that he had been able to move his arms at all.

He looked down, and he saw that the same gray had crept up his legs, moving between his toes and more than halfway up to his knees. His feet were bound to the plinth below, forbidding him from moving even an inch towards the Sorcerer.

"It has already begun. Now, it is time to finish it."

"I - I resisted before. I will resist again."

"When I have your power, how can you?"

As the Sorcerer picked up the bucket that had been collecting his essence throughout the day, Godfrey knew that his time had come. His temptations, his honor, his fear, his anger: all of it had come together to doom him in one fell swoop. The Sorcerer dipped his fingers into the thick essence within the bucket, and the black aura of the demon's magic filled the room, stronger and more overwhelming than ever.

"It's time to embrace your purpose..."

Godfrey gritted his teeth, trying to find some way to fight back against the demon's magic, but the Sorcerer had not just empowered himself. He had taken away the dragon's ability to fight back. Even as he tried to find the divinity within, all he could do was find the mantras, the prayers, the meditations that he had practiced. The power itself was all but drained away, pulled into the bucket in the Sorcerer's hands, and now, it was turned against him.

As his arms were pulled back to their original position, one raised up as if gesturing to a crowd and the other down and off to the side as if gesturing beside him, he could feel the stone running down his arms. His blue scales turned gray and hard, too hard, and he could no longer move his arms or even feel them properly. The stone slid beneath the shoulder armor, moving along his collarbone and up over his neck and down along his chest.

Everywhere the stone touched, his body felt like it was shown off in great detail, chiseled in and exposed. He struggled to breathe until the stone layers reached his waist, and he realized that he no longer had to. His heart no longer beat, and his body didn't need air.

As the stone reached his jawline, it froze in a forced smile, and the Sorcerer smirked at him.

"You are our fountain of power...and soon, you will be nothing more."

The stone slid down, running over his shaft, his ass, his tail. They froze, the rock hugging them and pinning them in place, forcing him to stay perpetually hard, perpetually exposed. His cock oozed through the stone even then, a mirror of the other paladins elsewhere in the tunnels. And as the rock ran over his face, freezing him in place forever, he could only pray that the Tiger King was better than he believed.

Godfrey was left in silence, stillness, and yet, he was still aware. He clung to that stubborn bit of awareness, the little bit of sound and sight that came through. Were his other paladins so aware, or was only he cursed with this knowledge of a world that he could no longer interact with? Was he the only one so punished for his hubris that only he was allowed to see, feel, hear the world that had sealed him away?

Every so often the demons would come. Sometimes, they would touch and molest his stone body, but more often, they took the bucket of his essence and replaced it with a new one, carrying it away with nothing more than a smirk and a sneer. At first, he craved that silence, but as time went by, he would have begged for someone, anyone to say something to him.

Time passed.

Weeks passed.

Months.

Time ceased to have meaning by the time the Sorcerer returned. The demon had cast off his robes, wearing a crown of fire rather than his former adornments. He strutted into the room, wearing some golden excuse for armor that was more decoration than anything else, covered in gems of power and shimmering with crimson power.

"A gift for you, Captain-General."

The Sorcerer tossed a crown at the dragon's feet. The crown of Mahoro, the very crown that had sentenced him to a life as a hostage, clattered to a stop at his toes.

"Yes, smile forever, Captain-General. Be happy. You were the source of our victory. We could not have beaten them without you. Finally, your power is back on the right side." The Sorcerer chuckled. "And I? I have proven myself king. No, Emperor. The cowards on the council are gone, and I...I will show the world what it means to stand against the Sorcerers."

Godfrey could not respond. Not to the boasting, nor to the demons that walked around the new Sorcerer-Emperor, nor to the shift of the plinth beneath him as it was lifted up. The Sorcerer chuckled.

"Now, let's move you to your new resting place. A statue like you should be put before the people. They should know the reason that their kingdom fell. A prideful dragon too idiotic to do the smart thing while he still could...Heh...I can't wait to see their reactions."

It was too much. The Captain-General of the Dragon Paladins, nothing more than a trophy of the new Emperor of Demons, would have wept if he could. He would have screamed, raged, lashed out against the dying of the old world, but instead, he oozed. He dripped. Some horrible, broken part of him deep inside moaned at the pleasure that was forced through him in his petrified state.

It's my fault...it's my fault...

Those three words chased him down to darkness. Would he ever rise again? Would the demons fall? What would happen to the people that he had been tasked to protect? What would they think when they saw his perverted body on display and realized that the demons still drank of him to empower themselves?

He didn't know. He doubted that he would ever find out, because his will to fight had finally shattered. Godfrey, the Captain-General of the Dragon Paladins, the dragon that had once fought the Kingdom of Hubur to a standstill and then taken them to their knees, had been broken by a Sorcerer too clever for his own good.

The End

Summary: The demons continue their efforts to break the Captain-General of the paladins.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, M/M/M, Anal, Oral, Handjob, Teasing, Fingering, Prostate Play, Corruption, Petrification, Exposure, Exhibitionism, Dragon, Demon, Monster, Sequence, Series, Bondage, Orgasm, Cum, Pre-cum,