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The Drum Clan was one of the most powerful clans of the Dragon World. Famous for their skill in combat, for their sagacity and determination in battle, and for never backing down from a fight. This helped them make their name as one of the most powerful clans of their home-world and secure to themselves a firm spot on the Dragon World hierarchy.

They were fearsome, but honored and fair, and they were proud as any clan of dragons is supposed to be.

And they were getting ready for a celebration.

Everyone was busy working on something, be it the decoration or on cleaning the place where the event would be taking place. A few of them were even busy with the snacks. The clan's best cooks were working on all of the meat and chicken wings that would be serve as food, as well as providing all of the refreshments that would sate the thirst of everyone during the course of the event, both soft and hard beverages to cater for the needs of all of the adults of the clan. And, of course, there would be pudding!

Everyone was doing their best to get ready for the party that would be happening.

Well, we call it a "party", but "ritual" would be a more appropriated term. Well, maybe an even better term would be "ceremony". An important event that happened only once in a lifetime, and which was to be celebrated by all of the warriors of the clan, as it marked the end of an era and the beginning of another.

This was a succession ceremony. The event in which the previous leader of the clan would step down from his position on the leadership, and allow for a new, younger dragon to take his place on the lead.

In this specific case, the previous leader in question was Fangslade Terrestrial Dragon, who had led their clan for over fifty years. Meanwhile, the younger dragon who would be taking his place would be no other than his own son, Drum Bunker Dragon.

Both of those dragons were currently on their own private chambers, both of them mentally preparing for the day. However, while Drum was on his bedroom, repassing everything that would be happening that night and hoping that he would not screw up on something so important, Fang was much calmer as he stood alone on his private bedchambers, waiting for the time to come.

He was very calm with the incoming celebration. He knew what was going to happen tonight. He knew because he had already gone through it seventy years ago, when it was his time to take over after his own father. May the spirits guard his soul.

Now, came the time for him to perform the ritual for the second and last time, just like his father did, and like Drum would someday, hopefully after Fang was long gone and he has lived a long and fulfilling life as the leader.

What, ain't it normal for parents to want their sons to live long and happy lives? Fang certainly did.

He wished Drum would have a long and safe life. Just like he himself had.

That was a thing of being old. It gave you perspective. It allowed you to be able to look back and see everything you lived and to evaluate how your journey was. Kind of like climbing a mountain and then looking back up when you were close to reaching the top. You could look back on the path you traveled, and see how your travel was, as well as how it could have been.

Fang was currently looking back from the high of the mountain. Not from the top, as he had not reached the very top yet, and he hoped it would be a couple more decades before he did. However, he was high enough that he could have a good perspective on his life up until that moment.

All in all, it seems that his life was good so far. He did a good job helping the clan grow, just like his father had told him to all those decades ago. And he had a number of strong sons with a woman whom he loved. Each one of them grew up to be a strong and powerful warrior. However, only one of them grew up to become his successor.

Drum had been the second most unruly of his children, but there was no denying that, among all of them, he was the one with the most potential. Which was why Fang invested so much effort into making his son realize his true potential. Sometimes he wondered if he had been too harsh on him, and he wished to have a different approach now that he could look back and see it in perspective.

However, the past was the past. His son had grown, and he had matured from that unruly and impulsive young lad he was and became a strong and responsible man, with the proper responsibility and dedication to assume the mantle leadership.

Yeah, going to the Human World certainly made wonders for Drum. Just like it did for Fang when he was his age.

And now, like Fang, Drum had reached the age where he would be ready to take over the command of the clan. He was ready for it, and he acquired the maturity and strength to take this position. What meant it finally came the time for Fang's chapter as the clan's leader to close.

And Fang, standing so high on his mountain and looking back at the path he has trailed on his way there, could accept with serenity that this was coming. He wondered if his own father was just as calm for what he knew was coming on the night it was time for Fang to take his place. He certainly looked... how was it that kids said it nowadays? "Cool as a cucumber"?

Fang seriously didn't understood those slangs...

So, for the rest of the day, Fang worried only about making himself look presentable for the night. He was now wearing his best set of armor. The same one that he wore during his time as a buddy on earth, and which he now used only on formal events.

It still fit him like a glove, even after so long since the last time he put it. It was, in part, due to the effort that Fang put in keeping himself in shape. After all, as the leader of a powerful clan of dragons, Fang himself had to remain strong and in shape. He could not allow himself to let go and become a fat and flabby dragon.

At least, not until this point.

Soon, he was wearing his own armor for the event that would be coming. He stopped to admire himself in the mirror.

He aged since the day he first downed that armor. His hair was not always white, and he didn't always had this wrinkled face, with a body covered on scars as a result of a lifetime of adventures by the side of his human buddy, taking part in competitions, traveling the world and saving it from dangers from beyond comprehension. Fang could still remember that time he and Hiroshi managed to stop an invasion from the army of an alien god. Man, now that was a crazy three-day weekend. However, even past the wrinkles and white hair, Fang could still see the signs of the warrior that he once was, wearing his black and white armor, custom made for him under orders of his father, baring the symbol of their clan on the chest as a tribute to all previous and future leaders of the Drum Clan. The only thing missing was their sacred weapon, which currently belonged to Drum.

But, it was not as if Fang would be needing it tonight. Neither would he be needing his own armor for anything past the start to the ceremony. He would be losing his armor forever before the night was over.

His thoughts were interrupt by the presence of someone on his bedchambers. It was one of the many members of his clan, Flame Heart Dragon. Like everyone else from the clan, he had his own nickname: Flame. A fitting one, since his hair was in shifting shades of yellow and red, changing depending on the angle you looked, giving a very interesting effect when he was moving.

He just happened to be one of Fang's many sons, and one of Drum's brothers. And it was already decided that he would be Drum's second-in-command once he had taken over. Now, however, he was still Fang's subordinate, and that was why he referred to him with all respect as he talked to him.

"Father, we have everything ready." Fang said, bowing to his father as he wore his own formal attire, an armor of red and orange colorations with the design of flames in it. "Everything has been properly prepared. The field has been leveled and all of the mature males of the clan are waiting on the local for the ceremony to begin."

Fang heard it silently, and then he asked:

"And Drum?"

"Already there waiting." Flame said, still with his head bowed respectfully as he addressed his father and leader. Flame had always been the one who had followed procedure and command chain the most diligently out of Fang's sons.

Fang wondered if he would still be as respectful to him after tonight...

"Is he nervous?" Fang asked, and Flame answered:

"If he is, he is hiding it very well, sir. He looks as confident and proud as he normally is, otherwise."

Fang nodded.

"Good. Very good. I'll be there in a moment." Fang said, and with this, Flame made his way out, leaving his father to do the finishing touches on his armor. Just a small adjustment on the central piece of the armor, and a small polishing in there to make it shine.

He wanted to look perfect in it, since it was the last time he would ever wear this armor.

Once he was ready, Fang walked out of his quarters and on within the temple where he and his clan all resided.

Well, in truth, the temple was more for the males, who were the warriors of the temple. The females would remain on another part of the territory, caring for the young.

I know, it sounded sexist, but that was the way things had been in the clan for the longest time and, when you were long-lived creatures like dragons, you were the kind who held onto traditions more than other people. However, considering how Drum adopted some pretty progressivist tendencies on his time on the Human World, some thought that this would be changing very soon.

But, back to Fang.

He made his way across the abandoned ruins that were their training grounds, and eventually arrived on the part of the temple destined for their most important ceremonies. Like the one that would be taking place that night.

Everyone was already there.

All of the members of the clan were reunite in there waiting for the event to happen. Most of them were only wearing the lower part of their armors and their helmets, letting their bare, muscular chests exposed for all to see. Some, however, were wearing full sets of armor.

Those were Fang's own sons.

Flame was there, of course, standing on the front line for the event that would happen. By his side, where his brothers. Starting with Fist Brawl Dragon, the bigger and stronger of all of Fang's sons. Taller than Fang himself. He was physically the stronger out of all of them, even though he didn't had the same combat skill of them in battle, he was certainly the best when it came to close-range combat. Brawl, as he was nicknamed, stood there, wearing his dark-blue armor, complete with heavy gauntlets on his fists, as he had his arms crossed before his chest and waited for the show he knew was happening.

Right next to him was another dragon standing, with scales of a maroon-shade of red and with hair of a black coloration. He was taller and Flame, but shorter than Brawl, and slender than both, to the point where he looked skinny. However, this did not meant that he was weak, by any means. If he was, he would not be able to handle the huge spear, twice as tall as his own body, that he was holding by his side with one hand, colored on shades of dark purple and grey just like his armor. This one was Sevenfold Lance Dragon, nicknamed Lance, and he was, among Fang's sons, the fastest, both in terms of sheer movement speed as to how fast he was able to strike in succession with that huge spear, so much that he could, quite literally, deliver seven strikes with it per second.

Right next to him, was yet another one of Fang's sons. This one was shorter than the others. Like, way shorter. He should be the equivalent to a midget among his kind, as he stood on the waist height of most other dragons of the clan, and he was not even on his reduced form! He had scales of a red so dark it was nearly black, and his hair was white even though he was not much older than his siblings. His eyes were pure red, and whoever looked at them could see a hind of mischievousness in them. He was Lurking Shadow Dragon, better known as "Shadow". He was famous among the clan for definitely not being the stronger one, physically speaking, so he chose to use the more subtle approach. He was a master spy, able to move without making a sound and blend in the darkness so perfectly that no one was able to find him. His weapons of choice were a pair of bladed whips, both of them as dark as his black armor, made light to allow him freedom of movement and to blend in the shadows along with him. He was the one with the less formal stance of the bunch, as he was just leaning over on Brawl's leg and smirking as he waited for the show he knew was about to unfold, and looking like he was going to enjoy all of it.

He even looked straight at his father, smirked wider, winked at him and licked his lips in a very suggestive way. This served to make Fang shudder slightly.

Fang loved all of his sons, but still, sometimes Shadow creeped him out...

However, his attention was not on them, but on the dragon that was waiting for him on field where the ceremony would be taking place. The last one of his sons.

Drum Bunker Dragon.

He was waiting for him earing his complete set of copper-yellow armor. With the great drill by his side, which he inherited from Fang himself when he came to age. He was waiting solemnly, with a confident smirk on his muzzle and a fire burning on his eyes. Not a single hint of fear on them, neither on his features or body.

Good. If they wanted to pull this out perfectly, then Drum couldn't show the least bit of hesitation.

Fang would not either.

Fang walked into the circle, where Drum stood waiting. They stood in front of each other, while all of the males of the clan looked over at them. After nearly a minute of them just looking at each other, Fang spoke:

"I heard that you wanted a meeting with me, son of mine." His tone was as formal as it could possibly be. So much that it seemed like he was speaking rehearsed lines. "What is the motive, I wonder?"

Fang looked like he was following a script. Drum, on the other hand:

"I'll tell you what is going on, old man!" He said, looking at his father with a smirk. "I'm challenging you for the leadership of this clan! You've been in charge for too long, and now it's my turn!"

Drum did matured during his time on Earth. However, he still acted like a rebellious teenager sometimes. Like he was doing right now. However, none of the dragons showed much reaction to how Drum was acting, save for Shadow.

"That's it, Drum! Tell the old fart!" The short dragon yelled in approval at Drum. He was mostly ignore, as everyone was focusing on the circle, where Fang and Drum's altercation continued:

"You, my son, dare to challenge me for my position of leadership?"

"After all of the things I went through while I was in the Human World? You can bet I do!" Drum said, still with that defiant tone. "I'm not that dumb boy I was before this all happened! I'm stronger and wiser, and I'm ready to take you on! I'll beat you and I'll become the new leader!"

Fang looked at his son. He was clearly improvising, and he seemed to be liking it way too much. But, that was just Drum being Drum. He has always been like that, since a hatchling, and even his time on Earth could not change who he was, even though it did made of him an actual man. So much that he already managed to defeat Fang in combat once...

And now, there he was, once more challenging Fang for a battle, this time to take over the clan and become the new leader. However, unlike their previous battle, this was one they both knew the result from the very start.

They both knew that, in the end, Drum would be the one being declare the winner. That was how the ceremony went. This all was just for show. Just "a small theater to make it more dramatic", as Drum himself put it when his father explained to him the details of the succession ceremony. Well, Fang knew that Drum was not wrong.

This was part of their tradition. A fight for succession to show the exchange of power from one older dragon to a younger one.

And a show they would make.

"You know what will happen if you lose, don't you?" Fang said, and Drum smirked to him as he shot back:

"I won't lose. Now let's get to it, old man!"

Fang could nearly chuckle at his son's audacity. Ah, how he remembered when he was almost just like that when it came the time to perform this very same ceremony with his own father all those decades ago. Well, they might as well just get that done with.

"Very well." Fang said, as he reached out for his shoulders, unclasping his cape and letting it fall back, being taken by the wind. "I accept your challenge, son of mine. Let's fight!"

Drum didn't needed to be told twice, and he did the same as his father, removing his cape and letting it be carried away by the wind. He left the great drill in place, as he would not be needing it.

"A challenge has been extended and accepted!" Flame said, as he stepped forward. "The position of leadership of Fangslade Terrestrial Dragon has been challenged by his son, Drum Bunker Dragon! They shall now fight for the right do lead our entire clan!"

"This battle will follow the laws of honored combat! The two combatants shall wrestle until one of them either quits or has been brought to complete submission! They are not to use magic of any kind, and all foul moves used will result in immediate defeat in the most shameful way possible! May the two fight with honor, and the winner be the most qualified to lead our clan! Now, both challengers be ready!"

Fang and Drum got in position, both looking at each other.

"Set!"

Drum was smirking at his father, and then he silently mouthed to him: 'lets put a good show'.

"Fight!"

Fang and Drum immediately charged at each other. The battle began.

Just on the first minutes of combat, they were already both showing the great skill that the two of them had, much to the enjoyment of the crowd.

Yes, because the crowd was enjoying the show they were receiving. It was a one-in-a-lifetime happening that would not happen again at least for a couple decades. Besides, if there is one thing that the dragons of the Drum clan always enjoyed was to watch a good wrestling competition.

Especially one like that, which was between two skilled warriors.

Even though they all knew that the fight was rigged from the start.

Boy, Drum and his old man knew how to put on quite a show. With a combination of clever moves, great speed for both attacking and reacting, and great displays of wrestling prowess that would put Earth's best all-star wrestler to shame. They were truly showing that they were proud members of the Drum clan, one of the most powerful clans of dragons of their world.

"You doing good, Drum." Fang whispered to his son as they were now grasping at each other's hands as they tried each to push the other back. "Good to see that you have been practicing for this event."

"Hey, can't make it look bad, can I?" Drum said to his dad. "After all, if I'm gonna be a leader, I better show that I can handle my own. I gotta be better than you were, after all."

"Is that so?" Fang whispered back, before making a mighty effort and pushing Drum back. Then he tackled Drum and forced him into the ground. In just fifteen seconds, Fang was using his arms to hold Drum's on his back in a lock, while he did the same to Drum's legs using his own. Fang was laying on the ground while he held onto Drum's limbs, raising him on the ground while he forced his back to bend in a way that seemed to be a little more uncomfortable. This made the crowd go wild.

"How about that for being better than me?" Fang whispered as he held his son in the air on that position, while Drum gritted his teeth.

"Hey, old man, cut it out!" Drum hissed through his clenched teeth. "I know it is supposed to be convincing, but you gotta go easy! I have a spine, you know?"

"What, didn't you said you gotta show your able to handle your own?" Fang said with a sly smirk to his son. "Then you better start showing kid, come on, don't disappoint your future subjects."

Drum groaned, as he squirmed on his father's iron grip on both his arms and legs. His back was really hurting at this point. That was when Fang leaned forward and whispered, right on Drum's ear:

"You gotta earn the reward you will get at the end, don't you?"

Drum's eyes widened. His face heating up with a vivid blush just like the one he had weeks ago, when his father took him to his office and explained to him in detail what the ceremony would be about. From the extending of the challenge to what would happen after it.

And he spared no detail when explaining it to his son and heir.

An animalistic growl came out of Drum's throat as he snorted. Actual smoke coming out of his nostrils as he let out some really hot air out of himself and into the cold air of the night.

With a sudden movement of twisting his legs, Drum managed to free his legs from his dad's. This resulted in Drum practically making a backflip over his father, shifting the grip they both had on each other as he changed his positions while in midair. Now he was the one who had his father in a double arm lock, with his hands holding onto Fang's wrists while his legs wrapped around his arms and held both of them in submission.

The crowd went wild at this display of prowess and skill.

Okay, now THAT was a good move! Fang thought, genuinely impressed by what his son just managed to pull out.

And just like that, their little show went to a whole new level.

Fang took nearly five minutes to finally free his arms and escape from Drum's grip. He then tried to grip Drum on his own way, but his son surprised him on more by easily placing him into a different grip from which Fang had to, once more, struggle to be able to escape.

Drum was showing that he was really skilled on this. Fang was now having trouble to keep up with his son. He had to make actual effort to be able to free himself from Drum's grips and, on the occasions when he managed to place Drum on a grip of his own, the younger dragon managed to free himself in record time and then put Fang in one of his own grips.

The crowd was cheering and getting more and more riled up as they watched, all of them cheering for Drum as they were seeing how well he was fighting.

Apparently, the promise of the reward at the end of the ceremony was all of the encouragement Drum needed to actually put his all in fighting.

It was still a show, of course, but now the show was as convincing as it could be. Both father and soon were working up a sweat as they fought, with Drum being the one who very clearly held the advantage over his old man.

Fang couldn't help but be admired by the spirit and strength his son was putting on the fight, and by how well he was managed to put the much older dragon on his place. Fang himself didn't remembered having been able to handle his own father this easily.

Was Fang in worse shape than his own father was back on the day? Or was it Drum who was in a better shape than Fang himself back when he was his age?

Fang hoped for the latter, not only because it would make him feel better about himself, but because it would make his heart swell even more with pride for his son, if such a thing was even possible.

Fang was on his knees, with Drum crouched behind him and holding both his arms on a full-nelson grip. Fang tried to free himself, but it was no use. Drum locked himself in that grip, keeping an iron grasp on Fang's arms and making the older dragon unable to free himself, no matter how much he struggled. The grip was actually so hard that Fang's shoulders were starting to ache slightly from pressure.

Minutes dragged as Drum held his father like that. First five. Then ten. Then twenty. Sweat was leaking from Fang's pores as he continued to fruitlessly try to free himself, and failed as he was held into Drum's grasp like a poor fish on the jaws of a crocodile.

Drum was certainly grinning like a shark as he whispered on his father's ear:

"Had enough, old man? I can keep going all night if you want, but I think it has been enough for now. So, why don't you just throw the towel so I can have my reward? This squirming of yours is making me horny..."

And then Drum stuck his tongue out and gave Fang's face a slow lick, tasting his sweat. No one saw it and, if they did, they completely ignored it, for they only continued to cheer for Drum. To chant his name.

The name of their new leader.

Fang already knew it was over. They all did. This had gone for long enough. Fang was sweaty and panting, while Drum sounded like he could continue fighting for days. The challenger already proved his value through their mock-battle, and now the little show they were putting could finally come to an end.

"I yield!" Fang said loud enough for everyone around to hear, before going limp in surrender in the grip of his son. A single second of silence, and then the crowd erupted in the loudest cheer.

Drum finally let go of his father's arms, which fell limp to the sides of Fang's body, and he got up with his own arm raised, as the crowd went back to chant his name.

"And the winner is Drum Bunker Dragon!" Flame said, stepping up and rising his voice above the chants of the crowd. "He is now the new leader of our clan!"

"Yeah!" Drum said, pumping his fists high in the air in celebration, a huge grin on his face as his eyes glistened with joy and accomplishment.

Meanwhile, Fang's eyes were also glistening as he looked at his son. Glistening with pride. Pride for seeing that his son had become a strong man and that he was not fulfilling his destiny in becoming the new leader of their clan. But he would not allow for the tears for pride to come out. He promised himself he wouldn't.

"Fangslade Terrestrial Dragon!" Flame said, now addressing his and Drum's father. Fang looked up at his son, who looked at him with a serious, nearly somber, expression. "You have lost. You are therefore stripped of your position as the leader as per the laws of the succession. Your fate is now to be decided by the new leader."

And Flame continued:

"Remove your armor. You shall now offer it to your new leader as a tribute. Do it now." Flame said. This was not a request, but a command. Everyone knew that, just like they knew that Fang no longer had any right to protest. Not that Fang had any plans to protest in first the place...

Obediently, still on his knees, Fang removed his armor, one piece at a time, starting with his helmet and ending with the crotch-guard. He was now naked like the day he came out of his egg while all of his clan watched him, but Fang didn't minded. He just proceeded to place all of his armor in a neat pile by Drum's feet while the new leader watched, before he crawled back on his hands and knees with his head down, in a clear sign of submission.

Drum, on his end, stood there proudly, with his arms crossed over his chest, and not making any effort to hide his smirk.

"So, it seems that I'll decide your fate now, won't I, daddy?" Drum asked, smirking down on his father, who kept groveling before him while the rest of the clan waited for Drum's decision. Even though they all already know what would happen. After all, this was all part of the show.

"Honestly, I'd like to decide for something a bit more original, like making you my butler or my personal boot-licker." Drum said, "But, tradition is tradition, right? So, I'll do the same thing you did with Grandpa. I'll assign you to the lowest position on our clan: the position of slave."

Right after he said that, Drum snapped his fingers. That was when two dragons came forward, bringing each one an amphora, both of them sloshing with liquid inside.

Drum walked around the armor pilled on the ground, while the two dragons poured the liquid of the vessels their brought into it. The liquid was viscous, black like tar, and it has a strong smell.

Then, a third dragon came forward, this one bringing a torch with him.

He offered the torch to the groveling Fang, and the older dragon looked up and picked up the torch. He then looked at Drum, who was looking at him with a smirk on his face.

"Do it, old man." Drum said to his dad, who looked up at him with the most submissive expression Drum ever saw on someone's face.

It made his blood run hot with the prospect of what was coming next, so close that Drum could nearly taste it on his tongue. Even though it would be Fang the one taking something on his mouth...

Lowering his head once more, Fang offered the torch to Drum. Drum picked the torch with a hand, and rose it high for the whole clan to see.

Then he tossed it into Fang's armor.

The torch landed on the pile, and the flame immediately reacted with the viscous black liquid, which was highly flammable, and went up in an inferno nearly immediately.

Many dragons gave a step back some of them shielding their faces from the sheer heat. The flames were so intense that they glowed in a bright blue coloration, burning with an intensity that was almost supernatural. Hot enough to force some to move back. And hot enough to destroy the armor.

Drum remained where he was, watching as his father's armor burned. Fang did the same, as he remained on his hands and knees in a groveling position, raising his head only enough to look at the burning blue flames, and see his armor being destroyed right before his eyes.

A pang of sadness sparked on Fang's heart as he saw his armor, gifted to him by his own father, the symbol of his pride and honor as a dragon, which he used in all of his adventures on Earth and all of the other worlds, being burned by the powerful flames, melted and then carbonized, until it was eventually reduced to nothing.

He would not have his armor be destroy if it was up to him. However, this was the tradition. Fang himself did the same thing to his own father's armor many decades ago when it was his turn to take the leadership of the clan. This was symbolic. With the destruction of his armor, it meant his previous position as an honored and proud member of the clan was destroyed as well, reduced to nothing but ashes. The previous leader he was now gone forever.

Fang was no longer a leader of this clan. He now had a new position within the clan. The lowest position of all.

The position of the clan's slave.

And it has come the time for him to perform his new duties as a slave.

"Now..." Drum said, turning away from the burning armor and looking down at Fang, who looked up at him. "As the clan's slave, your duty is only one: to serve all of the members of this clan. And you can start with me, your new leader."

Fang let out a whimper as Drum smirked down at him, making him feel like a little lamb before a mighty and ferocious wolf.

"Now, show your submission to your new leader, old geezer." Drum said to him. "Kiss my feet!"

Yes, of course Drum would be asking something like that. This was one of the most basic signs of submission as slave could show. Simple, but demeaning. It seemed like a good way to start.

Fang didn't hesitated. He just leaned forward, lowered his head as he supported himself on his hands, and started to kiss Drum's feet.

He planted one kiss in each one of them, and then he looked up at Drum.

"Oh, come on. You can do better than that." Drum said to him, and Fang knew that he was right.

So, Fang kissed Drum's feet again. This time he planted longer kisses, and he didn't stopped after a single kiss per foot. He continued kissing the feet of his son, kissing one and then the other repeatedly, and he covered Drum's feet with kisses all over, while Drum looked down at him as he watched.

Fang even went as far as to kiss each one of Drum's taloned toes obediently, giving each one a tender kiss in a show of great submission.

That was when Drum decided to have a little extra fun.

Fang let out a small surprised sound as one of those toes forced its way into his mouth. He looked up, seeing Drum smirking down at him. Fang took only a few seconds before he did what he thought Drum wanted, and started to suck on the toe on his mouth.

"Didn't even needed to be told what to do!" Drum said, kind of loudly for the whole clan to hear. "Looks like we got ourselves a good little slave, didn't we?"

Fang blushed as he heard Drum said those words. His son was rubbing it in, and he knew it. Some thought he was going a bit too far. Others, however...

"That's it, Drum!" Said Shadow, sounding pretty excited. "Show that old fart where he belongs! Show him his place!"

Of course. That was Shadow. A perverted deviant who has had daddy issues since Fang refused to let him have the Great Drill. He was certainly loving it.

Just like he would love what would come next...

Meanwhile, Drum continued what he was doing, and he was enjoying it just a tad bit too much, for Fang's taste. He was certainly showing a colorful language as he poked his talons, one by one, on Fang's mouth while ordering him to give them a good sucking.

Fang kind of wanted to him cut it out, but he knew that this was not his place anymore. Drum was the leader now, and his word was law within the clan.

Fang was no longer a leader. In fact, he hardly even counted as a person at this point. He was a slave, and his duty was to obey the orders of the rest of the clan. ESPECIALLY those of the new leader.

So, if Drum wanted to call him names as he forced Fang to suck on his toes, that was exactly what Fang was going to do. Fang would even lick the soles of his feet if that was what Drum wanted. He was the leader, after all.

This went along for around ten minutes, before Drum apparently grew tired of this. So, Drum pulled his toe out of Fang's mouth, causing some spit to fly out.

Fang looked up at Drum, who was looking at him with a smirk and bedroom eyes.

Fang knew what came up next.

Drum started unclasping and unfastening his armor, letting the pieces of it be removed from his body by the soldiers who respectfully came close and helped him undress. In no time, Drum was standing before Fang with nothing on, save for his helmet. His naked body exposed to Fang without any shame or reservation, even though his cock was poking from his slit.

"On your knees, slave." Drum said, on an authoritative manner that made it clear this was a command, and that there was no space for protest. Fang would not have protested anyway, but he felt glad that his son knew how to impose his authority.

It was an important part of being the leader, after all.

So, Fang was now on his knees before Drum. His hands behind his back in a respectful position as he waited for the new orders. And he didn't had to wait long.

"Worship me." Drum said to him, passing a hand over Fang's white hairs as he said it. "Worship your new leader."

Fang knew exactly what he meant. And he didn't wasted time in obeying the orders of his leader.

Leaning forward, Fang stuck his tongue out and gave Drum's slit a slow, deliberate and sensual lick.

Just like his own father once did for him during his succession ceremony.

And, just like Fang back on the day, Drum murred in satisfaction as his father licked his slit, passing his tongue right over the emerging head of the younger dragon's shaft.

"Good slave." Drum said, gently scratching Fang's head as if his father was a dog. Now, Fang would normally be outraged with this kind of thing. However, considering that he himself did something very similar (and other much more demeaning things) with his own father once, the older dragon decided that he had absolutely no grounds to be outraged at anything Drum did to him from that point on.

And, if he was being completely honest, it actually felt a little nice having his head scratched like that.

Fang focused on the work he had, as Drum told him to "keep going". He continued to lick Drum's slit, diligently servicing him, his tongue running from bottom to top, making occasional stops to swirl his tongue over the shaft of his son. Which grew bigger and bigger with each lick.

Drum was murring his approval to Fang, letting him know what a good job he was doing, as the shaft grew into full hardness, and Fang took only a single moment to admire it.

It's bigger than mine...

Fang went back to work, and now he was licking the shaft, running his tongue from bottom to top, from the base that vanished inside of Drum's genital slit to the spear-like head of the draconic member. This served to make Drum growl in pleasure.

Fang had, for a while now, wondered what his son's pre tasted like. He soon got the first taste of it as it leaked from the tip of Drum's cock as Fang serviced him with his tongue.

Strong flavor. Earthy but a little spicy, with a slightly tangy aftertaste... Kind of like Fang's own cum. Fang knew because he's often taste himself. He could be an old man, but he was still as flexible as a young adult.

His mind, however, was brought back to the matter at hand when Drum growled and roughly grabbed his hair, pulling at it rather painfully as he forced Fang to take his cock on his mouth and ordering him to "suck".

Fang immediately put himself to work, and he sucked on the cock inside of his mouth, as Drum had a grasp on his hair and used it to force Fang's muzzle to move over his cock, using it like a toy for his pleasure.

He started out slow, just moving his dad's muzzle up and down his cock at a moderate pace. However, as time passed, Drum started moving faster. At first, he was only moving his hips to match the movements he made Fang do by pulling on his hair. However, as minutes passed, Drum was growing more and more aggressive, making Fang's snout slam on his pubic scales as he hilted his cock so deep into his muzzle that it nearly invading Fang's throat, causing the older dragon to choke around his member.

"That's right, slave!" Drum said, tightening his grp on Fang's head as he pounded on his face even harder, now actually sending his member into his father's throat, causing him to gag around it harder.

"Keep choking on that dick! You will be doing that a lot from now on! You are the clan's slave now, what means you will be sucking cock for the rest of your days! This is your purpose in life from now on! To service every single member of this clan with that mouth of yours, as well as your other hole! So stop lazing around and suck my dick like the lowly slave you are! That's right! Just like that! Suck your leader's dick, you maggot!"

Drum was practically pillow-driving his cock on Fang's throat at this point, all the while the rest of the clan watched, some of them actually starting to get aroused by the show going on before him.

And Fang? He was whimpering as he was used and talked own by his own son and now his leader. His eyes rolling on their sockets as his cock throbbed hard between his legs.

After nearly twenty minutes of face-plowing and name-calling, Drum pulled out roughly with a rough tug on Fang's head. Spit flew from Fang's mouth as his tongue was out of his mouth and he took gasping breaths now that he was no longer having his throat jammed.

He panted, as he looked up at Drum, who smirked down on him.

"Well, won't you look at that..." Drum said, showing a toothy smirk as he looked down on his own father. "Looks like you are enjoying your new role, slave."

Fang looked at him, and then he gasped and arched his back as he felt something grabbing the head of his dick.

He looked down to see that Drum's foot was now on his hard cock. The toes were scissoring around the head of his cock, pressing on it rather hard.

"Well, I assume that's good." Drum said to Fang, as he started moving his foot up and down on the member, causing Fang to gasp and then to moan. "After all, a slave who enjoys servicing is the best kind of slave, in my opinion. It certainly makes everything a lot easier."

Yes, it did. Fang knew it well. He has always knew it. That was why he had long decided, on the day he had his first child, that he would be enjoying it when the time came. Just like his father before him, Fang had long decided that, when it was his turn to pass down his position of leadership and become the clan's slave, he would enjoy it.

It made far more sense than fighting it. Fang was certain that he would find today much more excruciating and soul-crushing had he rejected this inevitable fate that he knew would befall him one day. That was why, instead, he embraced it joyfully, just like his father did, and opened himself to the joys of serving.

And he was being rewarded.

Drum's toes got coated on Fang's juices before the dragon pulled his foot out from the kneeling man's member, which throbbed in synch with Fang's heartbeats, as the older dragon panted.

He looked up at his son, his leader, a pitiful look on his eyes as he did.

"P-please..." Fang said, and Drum chuckled.

The dragon then turned to another one of the dragons of the clan, who had been watching it all.

"Lube." Drum said to him, and the dragon nodded. He went to fetch what his new leader requested, barely able to hide the erection growing between his legs.

Meanwhile, Drum looked at Fang, and his smirk widened ever so slightly, before Drum gave him his next command.

It was not a spoken command, but a gesture. Drum rose his hand, showing his index finger to Fang and spinning it slowly.

The order was so clear that there was no way it could be mistaken. And all orders of the clan's leader must be obeyed, especially by the slave.

Fang did not stood, as he instead shifted to his hands and knees, moving like a four-legged animal as he turned around, his back now turned to his leader. Drum had his arms crossed before his chest as he watched as Fang position himself as instructed. Fang looked back at his leader over his shoulder, as he staood on his hands and knees, his tail lifting to expose his pinkish, winking pucker to the new leader.

"Didn't even needed to be told to rise your tail." Drum said, as he kneeled behind his father. "What a good little slave."

Fang blushed even more as he heard that. Drum was being pretty condescending with him, but Fang had already expected something like that and he had mentally prepared. He had done pretty much the same thing to his father on the night of his ceremony of passing the torch.

He was actually starting to like it.

Meanwhile, the soldier came back with a bottle filled with clear, viscous fluid, a lube that had been prepared especially for that occasion.

Drum thanked the guard, as he dipped his fingers on the fluid and scooped a generous amount of the material, which was like a gel, before applying it on his own member.

Fang knew what was coming next, and he did his best to relax his taihole to make it all the easier. However, it was hard to keep his tailhole relaxed when he was feeling such an strange rush of excitement as he saw his son rub his own cock, smearing the lube over is entire member, causing it to glisten under the light of the moon and of the torches offering illumination. As well as of the dying embers of Fang's armor, now reduced to nothing more than glowing ash and melted metal.

"You ready for it, slave?" Drum asked, as he grasped Fang's hips, his grip firm. "I hope so, because now it is time to see if that butt of yours feels as good as your mouth."

Fang's tailhole reflexively clenched, as he could feel the heat irradiating from his leader's cock. Fang nearly whimpered when he felt the tip poking on his backdoor, preluding its inevitable entrance.

"Can already tell you are a virgin back there just from how tense you are." Drum said, to his father. It was so obvious that he was loving it that it was nearly outrageous. "Glad to be the one to pop your cherry, Dad." Drum whispered on his ear. "And remember not to cum without permission."

That was Fang's only warning, before Drum shoved his entire cock on his previously-unclaimed tailhole all in one go.

Fang's back arched as a very unmanly squeal escaped his mouth, his whole body shuddering as he had his tailhole deflowered by his own son, his cock throbbing hard and shooting a big glob of pre nearly two feet away as the cock slams right into his prostate.

He held the shocked expression for two seconds, before his eyes rolled and he let out a high-pitched moan. The entire crowd who is watching are surprised by hearing such sounds coming from their previous leader. Some of them were aroused now, with their cocks either tenting their clothes or hanging free in the night air. Some of them, like Shadow, were being much more open about how they enjoyed the show.

"Did you guys hear that?" Shadow said to everyone. "Did you heard the noises he did? He sounded like a bitch! A desperate bitch in heat!" and he burst into laughter, as he cheered for Drum and told him to "fuck that old bitch like he deserves!"

Either if Drum was doing it because Shadow requested or simply because he felt like doing it, it was hard to say. However, Drum wasted no time with foreplay or teasing, and he just started pounding, pulling his hips back and his cock out only to send it back inside with a loud *SMACK* of his crotch against Fang's buttocks.

That's how it begins, the "main attraction of the night", as Drum had put it earlier that week. The new leader fucking the previous one in front of the entire clan, who watched as the strong male claimed the former leader, cementing both his position as the new chief and the former's one as the slave (and fucktoy, as Drum also put) of the entire clan.

Everyone watched, all of them now clearly aroused by the show, and not even trying to hide it. In fact, some of them had even started to masturbate as they watched the spectacle unfolding before them.

Fang would have been ashamed by what was happening in any other circumstance, mortified even. However, on that night, as his entire clan, including his other sons, watched him being bred like a bitch, Fang welcomed this wholeheartedly, what allowed him to enjoy what was happening to him.

His moans echoed on the temple, along with the *plap-plap-plap* of his and Drum's hips smacking together. Drum was not holding back on his fucking, as he wrapped an arm around Fang's tail for better leverage. His other hand shot forward and grabbed Fang's hair, pulling on it quite hard and making Fang squeal like a girl again as his head was pulled back, his muzzle pointing up at the starred sky above them as he was fuck by his son with the entire clan watching.

Most of them were keeping a respectful silence. However, Shadow was not among them, as he was pretty vocal as he watched the show unfolding. His hand moved fast over his member as he called Fang all kinds of names as he watched him being fuck by his younger brother.

Oh, how he wished he could be the one fucking Fang... then he remembered himself that he would have his turn.

"I'm coming close!" Drum growled as he tightened his grip on Fang's tail and hair as he fucked him even harder. Fang's entire body was shuddering from the pleasure he was receiving. The older dragon moaned as he was claim, and Drum would soon be finishing inside of him, cementing both of their new places in the hierarchy of their clan.

"Now it has come the time, slave!" Drum said, as he fucked his father savagely. "Speak the words! You know them! Swear your allegiance to the clan! To me!"

Fang knew what to do now. He knew what he was supposed to say. He rehearsed the words until he had them memorized by heart, so he could tell them even when he was feeling Drum ravaging his tailhole.

"I-I swear!" Fang moaned out, his voice sounding high-pitched and girly as he spoke the words. "I, Fangslade Terrestrial Dragon, swear obedience to the Drum Clan and to the new leader, Terrestrial Drum Bunker Dragon! I swear that I'll forever obey their orders and will! I am the clan's slave! I have no rights! No wills or my own! My fate belongs to the Drum Clan! My life is to fulfill their needs! The purpose of my life is to serve the Drum Clan in any way I can! I surrender my body to every member of the clan and offer myself to all of them for the rest of my life! I'll forever obey and serve the Drum Clan! Over the ashes of my burnt armor, I swear! My life, my body, belongs to the clan!"

Then, Drum roared. He roared like a true dragon, minus the fire coming out of his mouth. However, cum erupted from his dick in what could only be described as a literal flood of semen, being deposited deep into Fang's bowels, as the older dragon moaned lewdly.

His cock throbbed between his legs, but he didn't cummed. He didn't had permission yet.

After nearly four minutes of continuous cumming, Drum's orgasm finally subsided. With a sigh, the new leader pulled out from his father's tailhole, causing Fang to shiver and then feel his tailhole, previously unclaimed by anyone, and now feeling sore from the rough fucking, oozing with the cum deposited inside, which trickled down his buttocks, down his balls and into the ground beneath him.

Drum smacked Fang's butt one final time, getting up and standing before his clan.

The clan cheered for him, as they all welcomed their new leader into the position on the proverbial throne.

"Thank you, thank you. You are all too kind." Drum said, waving at his clan like a popstar at his fans. "Thank you all for your presence in here. I promise to do my best to lead this clan into greatness."

Fang was panting, still dizzy from the rough fucking, but he still had it in him to roll his eyes at his son's antics.

He sounded like a cheap politician who just got elected.

But, of course, Fang would never say something like that aloud. He knew better than to speak anything that could sound like criticism towards the new leader, after all.

He was just a slave, and he needed to remember this place.

Although he was feeling a bit anxious for the part where Drum would finally give him permission to cum and he would "spill his shame" before the entire clan in a show of self-debasing.

His cock was throbbing so hard...

"And now, it has come the moment I promised to all of you, my friends!" Drum announced to the clan, "It has come the time for all of you to have a turn on our slave!" Drum gestured to Fang as he said those words. Many members of the clan cheered, all of them sounding excited at hearing this.

Fang, however, looked surprised.

That was not part of the script.

"Wait, what?" Fang said, as he looked in surprise Drum, and then at the rest of the clan, all of which were looking at him, with a good number of them licking their lips and stroking their dicks.

"Oh, just a little thing I decided to do for tonight." Drum whispered to his father as he leaned over to speak to him. "You see, I thought it was not really fair for the rest of the clan to just watch as I fucked your brains out. I mean, what kind of leader has his fun and then leaves the guys blue-balled? So, I planned a little something to shake up tonight's ceremony."

"Tonight, you will be servicing every single member of the clan." Drum said to his father. "I agreed it with everyone before tonight, and they were all in."

"I wasn't!" Fang said in surprise, to what Drum smirked in a mischievous way.

"Yeah, that... I thought about letting you know in advance. But, I then remembered that, after tonight, you would be nothing more than slave, and your opinion would not matter very much. So, why bother, right?"

Fang continued to look at Drum, the surprise was clear on his eyes, as his son chuckled at him.

"Oh, don't be like that now, slave." Drum said, petting Fangs head, like his own father often did to him when he was just a hatchling. "Just see this as the start of the rest of your life. Oh, and remember that you haven't been given permission to cum yet. You will have it after everyone else has nutted. So, you better buckle up, because it is time for you to show what a good little fucktoy you can be. Get 'im, boys!"

With this, Drum stepped back, a shit-eating grin on his face as he looked at his father. Fang, still in shock, looked around, as he saw the members of the clan closing in on him, all of them with hard cocks, and some of them grinning as they looked at Fang like hungry wolves would look at a piece of meat.

On the lead, Fang's own sons, including Shadow, the most rebellious of them all, who was grinning a toothy grin that would put fear on a shark as he approached Fang along with his siblings.

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Flame and Lance were both serious, at least when compared to Drum and Shadow. However, even they found it hard to keep composure as they were service like that by their own father.

Fang was a pro at this! It made you think he may have been going on gay dates for a while without anyone knowing...

He certainly was very good at bobbing his head over Flame's cock, taking in the length of his son as he moaned around it and sucked as if his life depended on it. At the same time, he used his hand to stroke Lance's longer member with as much skill, his closed fist gliding over the leaking member with surprising speed, his fingers occasionally stopping at the tip to massage the head skillfully before he went back to stroking it.

Both of the dragons were enjoying it very much as they stood on Fang's sides, being service by him as the rest of the clan watched and waited for their turn.

Fang then let go of Flame's cock, now coated with a mix of spit and pre, throbbing as it leaked even more from the tip. Fang turned his head in direction to Lance's cock, which was coated with the same mixture, and then he took it on his mouth, bobbing his head and sucking on it, while his other hand was now stroking quickly at Flame's dick as it continue to throb and leak pre like a faucet.

The two dragons hissed and growled in pleasure, their breaths quick and panting as they both were serviced like they hadn't been in years. Their father was pretty skilled with males, that was for sure.

They had been a bit apprehensive about the idea of being service sexually by their own father, but all of that melted away as they saw how amazing Fang was with his mouth and hands.

They both were now getting very much into it. So much that they couldn't hold themselves back anymore.

Sharing a look and nodding at each other, they both grabbed Fang by the horns, pulling his head back and holding him in place.

Fang panted, his tongue out of his mouth like a tired dog, as he looked at the two cocks that were now pointing at him as Lance and Flame masturbated furiously. He looked up to his two sons, who growled and snarled as they looked down on him, lust burning on their eyes (literally, in Flame's case, as his eyes glowed like hot embers as he glared down at Fang).

Fang knew what was coming next, so he opened his mouth wider as he closed his eyes.

Ten seconds later, the two dragons roared as they came.

Their cocks flared as they shot jet after jet of pearly-white dragon seed on Fang's face. Some of it landed across his muzzle, a few landed on his mouth, the rest of it landed on his neck, chest and on his hair, as the two younger dragons continued to masturbate furiously as they milked their own orgasms for all they were worth.

By the time they were done, they looked down at Fang, who finally opened his eyes.

Fang's features were paint white, and he looked up at them with a submissive look on his face. He rolled his tongue back into his mouth, and he swallowed the cum that had landed inside of it. He shuddered at the very flavor, his cock throbbing hard between his legs, leaking more pre on the ground and adding to the pool of fluids forming underneath him.

They both let go of his horns, as they stepped back. It seemed that they were done with him.

However, there was still a whole clan waiting their turn on the new slave.

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"That's it, you slut!" Shadow said, "Choke on my cock, you filthy whore!"

Fang could only obey. He could not do anything more than to do as Shadow wanted, as his rebellious son held him by the horns and fucked his muzzle so hard that Fang had to relax his throat the more he could so he would vomit from the feeling of the cock repeatedly going in and out of his throat.

He was choking around it, indeed. He remembered himself to breathe through his nose so he would not actually suffocate.

He had no idea that a dragon with only half of his size could fuck so hard and with such a long dick. It kind of made him feel proud of Shadow for being so manly, even though he was a bit too rude. However, with that cock pounding on his mouth and throat so hard, there was no way that Fang could actually say anything.

All he could do was moan as he was fucked from both ends at the same time, as a tall and strong dragon with maroon scales and indigo-colored hair was fucking Fang in the tailhole as hard as Shadow was fucking his mouth. However, while this dragon was silent, save for his moans and growls of pleasure, Shadow was pretty vocal, calling Fang all kinds of names under the sun, from "bitch" to "faggot", while he used his father's mouth as a fleshlight.

He also called Fang that. "Breathing fleshlight".

"Keep sucking, you bitch!" Shadow said, letting go of one of Fang's horns, so he could use that hand to slap Fang's cheek. "Suck harder, you dirty slut! Suck my dick! You will be doing it a lot from now on! I'll fuck that filthy mouth of yours every day from now on! I'll fuck that ass of yours too! I'll ruin you! I'll make you addicted to my cock! Shit! Here is comes! I'm going to cum! Get ready to swallow, slut!"

That was the only warning Fang, had, before the cock fucking his mouth was shove as deep as it could go and held in place.

Fang's eyes widened as he felt that engorged cock plugging his throat and throbbing inside of his mouth, unloading his cum right down Fang's throat. The older dragon was unable to do anything other than to roll his eyes and desperately swallow, to keep the torrent of cum from entering his lungs by accident.

Meanwhile, the dragon fucking Fang's backside let out a loud cry as he cummed into Fang, depositing even more cum into the old dragon's backside, adding to Drum's and to that of the other seven dragons who had taken their turns fucking Fang on the last hour.

As they both finished, they sighed, keeping their cocks where they are.

In Shadow's case, this meant his dick was still plugging Fang's throat. Fang panicked a bit, tapping Shadow's hip with his hand as he chocked around the dick, until Shadow finally pulled out.

The cock slapped across Fang's face as the older dragon panted and breathed through his mouth. He looked up at Shadow as the younger dragon grabbed his muzzle and forced Fang to look up at him.

"Get used to it, slut." Shadow said to Fang, who continued to pant with his mouth open. "This is your life now, sucking dick every hour of the day. You are the lowest of the low now, and I'll be sure to remind you of it. Every. Single. Day."

Shadow was smirking as he looked down on Fang. Then, without warning, he spat right into Fang's mouth.

Fang shivered as he had his own son spit on his tongue. This was so debasing, disrespectful and humiliating. Exactly the kind of thing Shadow would do.

Under any other circumstance, Fang would have been outraged and infuriated with someone doing that to him. However, on that moment, that act somehow made his cock throb even harder between his legs.

Fang didn't got to cum yet...

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Oh, how he wanted to cum.

How Fang wanted nothing more than to spill his load all over himself as he bounced.

However, he could not. He had not been allow to cum yet. You could seriously speak wonders of his strength of will, as the older dragon was able to hold back from orgasming even after being fuck by over half of the males of the clan already. And was being fucked by two more as the rest of the clan watched.

"Ohh, by the gods!" Fang moaned, as he continued to bounce. "Ohhhh! I-I fell it inside of me! M-more! Give me more, please! I need more! Please! PLEASE! OHHHHHHHH! "

Fang had lost all that was left of his shame at this point. All that was left of his pride was broken, the pieces of it washed away by the pleasure.

Fang had always knew that Brawl would be the biggest one of his sons "down there". He was not surprise by seeing how big he was. However, when he heard that both Brawl and the second biggest dragon of their clan would be fucking Fang's tailhole at the same time, Fang was pretty sure it was just a joke.

There was no way he would ever be able to take both of them.

"Nonsense!" Drum said to Fang. "With how many cocks you've taken until now, I'm pretty sure that backdoor of yours is loose enough already. There will be no problem. Anyways, they will be using a lot of lube, just in case."

Fang didn't dared to argue. He knew it was not his place to argue with the leader.

At first, Fang let out a wail of pain as he was stretched more than he ever thought possible. So much that he thought his tailhole was going to give in and tear.

However, as they both fucked him at the same time for a while, the pain slowly subsided, being replace by pleasure like none Fang ever felt on his life. Fang's wails of pain gave space to squeals of pleasure, as Fang moaned and begged them to fuck him harder, even as they were both holding him by the arms and legs as they forced him to bounce on their cocks as hard as it should be possible. Fang's own cock was leaking pre as it bobbed and slapped against his own muscle gut, causing the pre to smear and fly everywhere. Tears of pleasure leaked from Fang's eyes, as his brain reduced to mush from the sheer pleasure.

If he could still think at this stage, he would remember his father's words that, during the ceremony, your old self as a leader would die, and you would be reborn as a slave for the clan, and embrace this new role with your heart and soul.

Fang understood those words now more than ever. As he felt as if his tailhole could tear apart at any moment, and still he wanted nothing more than to be fuck even harder, Fang knew for sure that he could never go back to being the leader. He knew that he would probably never be able to stand before a male without wanting to get on his knees and suck his cock, or to turn around and raise his tail for him.

All of his previous fighting spirit and bravado. All of his past achievements. All of his value as a warrior and as a king. All of it was gone. Burned to ashes alongside Fang's armor. For all purposes and effects, Fang died as the leader of the clan tonight. He died and he was reborn as a slave.

A cock-hungry, tail-raiser slut of a slave. His purpose in life was to service males and be a toy for them to use as they saw fit. The reason of his existence was to fulfil the needs of males.

This was his new goal in life. This was the meaning of his existence.

Even cumming was now secondary. All he wanted was to have males use him, and he would only ever cum if they said he could.

Perhaps that was the only reason why he had not cummed yet, even with all of the pleasure coursing through his spine and going straight into whatever was left of his brain coming from his ass.

And, as he felt a familiar warmness on his tailhole, Fang knew that the two dragons fucking him had both nutted, adding even more cum to his tailhole.

Knowing that there was even more cum on his tailhole made Fang let out the loudest, sluttiest moan any of the dragons around him had ever heard. He didn't orgasmed, but the feeling of elation that he had as he knew he had successfully pleasured more males into orgasming and cumming inside of his body gave him a feeling that was actually pretty similar to orgasm.

This feeling tickled his brain and his insides. It was like a drug that coursed through Fang's veins and turned him into an addict. He craved for this feeling. He wanted to keep doing this. He wanted to keep pleasuring other males so they would reward him with his warm, sticky and tasty cum to feed his mouth and tailhole.

Luckily for him, there was still a number of dragons left to pleasure...

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How long has it been now?

If it were minutes or hours, it didn't really mattered. Time seemed to lose all of its meaning to Fang. As the dragons kept coming, with the ones who already fucked him once coming back for seconds and thirds, Fang stopped caring for anything other than servicing those delicious cocks. Be it taking them on his mouth and sucking them, be it taking one, two, even three at once on his ruined tailhole, be it rubbing them with his hands until they came and splattered cum all over his face. Fang wanted nothing more than to service them.

This was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life.

"Okay, everyone ready now!" Drum said to the members of the clan, as they all formed a circle around Fang, who stood in the center on his knees, just like Drum instructed, while all of the dragons around him masturbated while pointing their cocks at the old dragon.

"Let's give this slave a good cum shower."

Fang was all in for this idea. He begged for them to cum on him. He begged them to cum all over him and cover them with their seed. He wanted nothing more than to feel their seed covering every inch of his body.

"And you, slave!" Drum said to Fang, "You start masturbating right now. You will cum now, and we won't cum until you do. Spill your load as you swear obedience to this clan!"

Fang obeyed immediately. His hands flew to his hard dick and he started masturbating furiously. His hands were a blur on his cock as he moved them so fast that even Lance was shocked. All the while Fang moaned like a bitch in heat as he promised to forever obey and devote himself to the Drum clan, and to forever be their cum-dump. He promised to always have his mouth and ass ready to take dick at any time of day and night, and to live for the sole purpose of pleasuring them, even saying that he didn't minded if he would never be allowed to cum again, so long as he could service them and fell their cum on him.

"So, please!" Fang said, shivering from head to toe, as his cock spasmed. "Please, cum on me and mark me as your slut! Please, baptism me with your cum and start my new life! Please! PLEASE!!!"

Fang's cock released a copious amount of cum on the ground before him, before going flaccid. However, Fang seemed not to realize. It seemed he didn't cared. He was still panting like a dog as he looked at all of them and continued to beg:

"Please! Please, give me your cum!"

Drum looked at him, a smirk on his muzzle.

"You hear the slave, boys! On my command!"

"Please!" Fang begged, opening his mouth and putting his tongue out as all of those cocks were point at him.

"Ready... NOW!"

On cue, all of the dragons cummed. Fang was hit with jet after jet of cum, coming from every side at once. Dragons were very fertile by nature, and they could produce generous amounts of cum that was rich and pearly white, even though some of them have already cummed three, four, even five times on that same night.

By the time they were done, Fang's featured and hair were practically covered in hot dragon cum.

And this made the older dragon feel like he was in heaven.

"Fuck, check it out guys!" Shadow said, as he looked at Fang. "The slut is licking his fucking fingers!"

He truly was. Fang had placed his hands forward in a position as if he was receiving a gift. He gathered as much cum as he could on them, before taking it to his mouth and slurping out of his palms. Now he was sucking the cum off his fingers, and he was moaning in delight as he did so.

Everyone looked down on him as he did such a thing in such a shameless manner. Some of them could not believe that this was the same man who, for so many years, ruled over their clan.

Fang, on his end, seemed not to mind. He was too busy on his own little world as he delighted on the taste and feel of cum on his body.

Dang, if he knew it felt so good, he would have became the clan's slave much sooner!

Fang was, however, brought back to reality by a looming shadow over him.

He looked up to see that the one who was looking down at him was Drum. His son. His leader. The sexiest man Fang ever or met on his life.

Drum was smirking down at Fang. He didn't said a word, as he simply shot a hand forward and grabbed Fang's cum-soaked hair and tugged hard. Fang didn't had time to react, before he had Drum's flaccid cock forced into his mouth.

Fang didn't needed to be told what to do. It was pretty obvious, actually.

Without even stopping to think, Fang started sucking. He even closed his eyes and moaned softly as he sucked on the cock of his new leader.

"Good slave..."

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Many months later...

If any people had any lingering doubts about Drum being fit to be the new leader of the clan, all of those doubts were quickly silence as Drum proved that he had all it took to be a great leader.

His lessons learned on Earth made him wise and mature enough to be able to bear the responsibility of commanding an entire clan. From making reasonable and wise decisions with the good of the clan as a whole in mind to being able to know when to raise his voice on the right moment to impose authority.

Drum proved that he was every bit of the leader had was always meant to be. As great as his father once was.

It was clear merely by his stance as he stood watching his clan train. Both his brothers and all of the other males trained for combat, their sweaty bodies glistening in the sun as they fought each other wearing nothing more than loincloths.

It was quite hot, if Drum was to be honest.

The sky was turning into an orange hue as the day was coming to an end, and Drum thought that it was it for today.

"Okay, everyone, that's a wrap!" Drum announced loudly, and the dragons, sweaty and panting, all stopped what they were doing and turned to their leader, some of them getting up from the ground as they had been wrestling pretty hard.

"Today's training was great, good job, guys." Drum said to all of them. "I say you all have earned a reward. Slave, this is your cue."

With this said, Drum gave a tug on the thing chain he was holding on his hand. With this, the figure who had been kneeling by his side the entire time finally moved forward.

Fang was give new clothing to fit on with his new role on the clan. However, maybe calling it "clothing" was a bit of a stretch.

All he wore were fishnet leggings and gloves, and some garments that could better be describe as a "masculine bikini" rather than actual clothes, with the bottoms of it being strategically open so that Fang's genital slit was out in the open and at full access to anyone who wanted it, just like Fang's tailhole whenever he raised his tail. The final thing Fang wore was the collar around his neck, which was much like a dog's collar, complete with a tag with the word SLAVE engraved in it.

Upon the command of his leader, Fang came forward on his hands and knees. Good slaves only got on their feet if ordered to do so. He soon was presenting himself to all of the members of the clan.

"You have worked really hard today, boys." Fang said, in the lewdest way possible as he posed for all of the boys, one hand behind his head while the other landed on his crotch, his fingers playing with his genital slit.

"You certainly look like you could use some fun. I'm all yours."

No matter how tired everyone was, they were always on the mood for using their slave. Soon, they were all coming on to Fang, who was ready to receive them with opens arms and legs.

This was his life now that he was the clan's slave. He would be their plaything and cum-dump for the rest of his days.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.