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[b][u][center]Not as Tricky as you Think

Part 2

For Lightsun168

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Kero backed up until one heel touched the stone. Instantly, a line of power wrapped around his leg, pulling it tight to the stone. When he looked down, he saw something purple, something…something unnatural holding him back against the rock. It pulled tighter, like some sort of living chain, and he bit back his shock. They weren’t going to let him go just because he was surprised, or disturbed.

Instead, he brought his other leg back, brushing it against the stone. Another chain of light wrapped around him, and he forced himself to keep going. One arm, then the other, then his back, all followed by restraints that were and weren’t physical at the same time.

At the end of it, he was spread-eagle, standing against the rock with everything exposed. His cheeks burned as his cock swayed slightly from side to side, leaving him shown off to the two mammals without the slightest hint of modesty.

“Well, the dragons were never much for holding back,” the priest said.

“Father Gruss, perhaps we can keep to his proper species,” Petyr said, shaking his head at the Dachshund. “He is a lizard, not a dragon.”

“Oh, son, all scalies are more or less the same. They follow the same greed, the same destructive tendencies as their forebears. As long as they have scales, those traits will always breed true.”

Kero clenched his teeth, carefully keeping all his own thoughts down in his guts. He didn’t want to start a more severe ‘making safe’ session. He didn’t even know what this would involve, other than sealing away his manhood. The last thing that he wanted was for the priest to start thinking that he needed to be more severe than usual.

And considering the general anti-scaly speciesism in Yellowridge and among all the other mammals that he’d seen, he needed to keep as non-threatening as possible.

The Dachshund stepped forward, idly lifting and lowering the lizard’s balls. He bit back a huff as he felt the large orbs getting rolled around in the older male’s palm, keeping his eyes off to the side as best he could. The priest continued to roll them one way then the other, squeezing them gently before letting go.

Finally, he let them drop. The lizard’s cock twitched, but was finally, if slowly, falling down again.

“He’s very virile,” the priest said. “We’re going to need to make sure that it falls in line.”

“Not just a cage, then?”

“Good heavens, no. No scaly will be safe with just a cage. We’ll need the whole lot. Shackles, collar, cage, runes –”

It took everything Kero had to keep his mouth shut at the list. There were so many things there, and each one would be another blow to his pride. How had he thought that this would work out? He was supposed to be a thief, someone free and accountable only to himself. This…this was inhuman.

[i]You can still get out of this. You can still get out of this.[/i]

Gods above, he hoped that he wasn’t lying to himself. The chance of actually getting free of this was looking less and less likely by the second. Physical chains were one thing, but actual magic holding him down? That was going to be a hell of a lot harder to wiggle out of, and this priest seemed to know his stuff, even if he was a complete asshole about the whole scaly thing.

[i]Keep your mouth shut, keep your mouth shut,[/i] Kero told himself as the Dachshund turned around, making his way out of the room. [i]Keep your mouth shut, and maybe he’ll only put the physical stuff on everything else. If you only get an enchanted cock cage, you can live with that for a while. It’s not the end of the world. You can figure out a way to get out of this. You’re a good thief, remember?[/i]

A good thief that got caught. That was something that he was trying not to think too hard about right now, though.

The Dachshund returned, carrying a crate under one arm. He set it to one side of the rock, humming to himself as he pulled the first item out.

It was a metal collar, one that looked like it was made of some sort of dark steel. Not quite black, but near enough, it shimmered under the purple light that held the lizard against the rock. The older canine turned it around, humming under his breath until he found some otherwise unremarkable part of the band. He touched it –

Click.

And it sprang open, revealing a gap and hinge. The priest chuckled, turning it around so that the opening faced the lizard’s neck.

“Now, let’s make sure that you’ll be properly collared for a while,” Father Gruss said. “Captain, I’ll show you the trick of opening this later. It will need to be refreshed from time to time, just to make sure that all the obedience spells in it stay strong, but that should be fine for the first decade or so, provided he doesn’t make any mistakes.”

“Nnngh?” Kero whimpered.

“Oh, you know. Mouthing off, making a fool of yourself, not following orders. I know that you scalies are prone to thinking that you know best, but you’ll have to understand. In our hands, we know what’s best, and you need to just follow along. This collar will make sure that you follow orders. And if you don’t…”

The Dachshund shrugged as if it were no big deal. Kero’s eyes just about bugged out of their sockets.

“What’ll happen if he doesn’t follow orders?” Petyr asked, the beagle cocking his head to the side.

“Oh, it’ll punish him.”

“How?”

“Does it matter?”

“To the buyer, yes.”

“Hmmm, fair, fair, I suppose that there are those that will want to be softer,” the Dachshund said, shaking his head. “It’s a scaled violation, mounting up with each offense after the first one. After twenty-four hours of no offenses, the counter resets, so the slave can learn how to be better behaved over time.”

“But what are the punishments?” Captain Petyr asked.

“Mild shocks, to start, getting stronger with each successive violation. They can be keyed to different parts of the body, as well, rather than general shocks,” the priest said, chuckling to himself. “Some of the slave-owners trigger them so that the shocks always go to the genitals, some to the soles, and some keep it to all-over shocks. It really depends on the owner, really.”

It might depend on the owner, but Kero honestly wasn’t sure which of those were the worst. Sure, the cock-shocks sounded like they’d be the most painful, but they were just one small, isolated chunk of the body. He could still technically move around while that part was spasming in pain. If he was getting full-body shocks, then his whole body could shut down, and that would leave him paralyzed if he was trying to escape.

[i]Gods, I need to be sure about this. I need more information.[/i]

But if he asked, then it would be clear that he was trying to learn something for a reason. Damn, damn, damn.

The collar clicked shut around his neck. If he had been free, he would have reached up to find the locking mechanism, the hinge, anything that might start giving him clues about how to get it off again. With his arms trapped, though, he had to rely on touch, and there was nothing that he could feel against his neck that gave him any clue as to where the damn hinge was. And as collars were quite keen to slide around someone’s neck and change position when they were slightly loose – as this one was – he could only imagine how long it would take until the locking points were lost to him.

As he shivered at the thought of being trapped in the collar, the priest cleared his throat.

“Speak: what is your name?”

Kero felt the collar heat up around his neck. A slight pressure arose in the back of his head. Not something that completely overwrote his own thoughts and desires, but just enough to give him a little nudge to go along with it. Kero made a decision: obey.

“My name is Kero,” he said.

“Hmmm, good. You’re listening,” Father Gruss said, nodding to himself. “Good. Good. Now. Forget: you will not use the name Kero again. Remember: your name is Slave until your new owner takes you in.”

The lizard’s eyes very nearly popped out of their sockets then. He felt…he felt a tingle, not quite pulling his name away, but very much making it feel like, out of sight, out of mind. The collar tingled again, and he felt something else pop into his head.

[i]Slave.[/i]

The word repeated itself, echoing through his skull. The Dachshund spoke again.

“Speak: what is your name?”

The very idea of calling himself by that name left him with the urge to snarl. He knew he shouldn’t, but if he just gave in now, if he let them have this victory already, then –

He waited too long. A shock ran down his back, zapping him from the back of his neck all the way down to the base of his tail. It split then, feeling like pins and needles wiggling their way under his scales, stabbing into his limbs and working their way deeper. It didn’t feel like agony, precisely, but it was massively uncomfortable, and he could feel every muscle down his limbs and tail tensing up, trying to clench and spasm and cramp.

“Speak: what is your name?” the priest repeated.

“My name…my name is Slave,” Kero said, forcing the words past his lips. “My name is Slave.”

“See? They can learn from pain. One of the best ways of teaching the scaled ones, as far as I have learned,” Father Gruss said with a small sigh. “They’re not particularly bright, but they know that they don’t want to get hurt. The collar gives them a little nudge, telling them that obedience is the right thing, and if they don’t listen, the pain comes. Eventually, they get the picture.”

“Or they fry,” Petyr said.

“That’s a risk, but honestly, it’s not that bad. They pop out so many eggs every year that they can afford to lose a few. I imagine that it’s like feeding predators with the old sea turtles. They put out so many because they expect to lose most of them to bad luck and stupidity.”

The casual way that the priest just dismissed any real risk to him was horrifying. Kero/Slave struggled to keep his head on straight as the implications swirled through his head.

That first shock had been enough to make him want to scream, even if it wasn’t as bad as some of the pains that he’d felt in the wilds. The fact that it would get worse with each incidental mistake? That would lead to debilitating pain in short order.

As he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to get rid of the cramps running along his arms, the priest continued adding more different bits of equipment. The little metal shackles and anklets in the box were strong enough to fit around his wrists and ankles, and they were quite a bit tighter than the collar. They had d-rings along the side for chains, too, and Kero had a mental image of himself in those chains, dragged along by a new owner.

[i]Don’t show it, don’t show it,[/i] he thought as the anger swelled inside of him. [i]Don’t let them see that you’re pissed off…[/i]

It worked, because the priest didn’t say a word. Petyr continued to stare, watching him the whole time, his head cocked to the side. He didn’t know what was going through the beagle captain’s mind, but he didn’t dare say a word.

If he spoke up, if he said anything, then he would regret it, because he was too scared, too angry, to be charming.

The Dachshund finished clipping the ankle shackles on and turned back to the box. He pulled out a metal tube, one that had a solid metal line along the top, but was otherwise made of rings that were spaced out from each other and a solid cap at the end. He turned around and held it near the lizard’s crotch, humming to himself.

“Definitely going to be a bit snug, but this isn’t a reward for the scaly, is it?” Father Gruss said. “The little thing needs to learn to be safe and snug.”

“That thing will fit?” Petyr asked.

“Not comfortably, but that’s the point. We want to make sure that thing stays down, after all.”

Kero clenched his fingers and curled his toes as the metal rings were slid on, one by one. The feeling of the smooth metal touching his cock was oddly sensual, and he had to bite his lips to keep from moaning.

Pop.

Pop.

His balls were pulled through under his cock, making them push forward more than they usually did. He grunted as he felt the sheer pressure just behind them, the thick metal ring at the base making him display his orbs in a way that even the most clinging cloth had never done before. A little thrill ran through his cock –

“Ah ah. Don’t get hard, scaly,” the priest said. “Or I’ll have to use the punishment in the collar again.”

“Nnngh…”

“Be good, and stay soft.”

Easier said than done. The damn thing was oddly exciting, and he was having a hard time focusing on anything but the slow, stroking feeling of the cage going around his cock. He didn’t want to humiliate himself or show any excitement, but something [i]was[/i] touching his cock, and he would have challenged anyone to keep themselves soft while being manhandled like this.

Inch by inch, the Dachshund shoved the four-inch softie into the tube, and at the end, he realized what they meant by ‘snug.’ The cage stopped about an inch before his cock did, and he grunted as the priest forced the tube further down, anyway. Soft as his cock was, it was able to squish down, down, down, pushed a bit into his crotch that way. The head was flattened a bit against the metal plate at the end of the tube, and the rest of the loose skin of his shaft pushed out between the rings, finding every gap it could.

Finally, it reached the base of his cock again, nudging against the ring there. The priest hummed to himself, pressed the metal together and –

No lock. Wait. What?

Father Gruss pinched his fingers together at the metal ring and the join with the rest of the cage and muttered a word under his breath. No sooner was it let out than the metal melted, and the two pieces were joined together as if they had always been one piece.

[i]Oh god…oh gods…[/i]

“That should do the trick,” the Dachshund said. “Would you call that secure, captain?”

“I don’t see any way to get it off.”

“Short of melting it or using some blacksmith trickery, it is melded to him permanently,” Father Gruss said. “Or he could cut the whole thing off, I suppose, but that seems a bit excessive. Particularly for them, considering how attached they are to their parts.”

[i]Nnngh, attached? I’d like to see you being casual about this, you old bastard![/i]

He barely kept himself from growling as the older dog traced his fingers around the cage. Kero/Slave tried to listen to what was happening, what the priest was doing, but he could barely stop thinking about the way that he had been permanently caged.

[i]It can’t really be permanent. What if I – could I find another priest to get it off? Threaten someone? Find some sort of key that would undo holy spells? There has to be something, has to be, has to be.[/i]

But there was no way that he could do it here. For now, until he found some way to get away, he was caged. And there was no way to take the cage off. The only relief was that there was some sort of hole at the very tip that would allow him to take care of ‘that’ business, and that there were gaps in the cage to wash himself, but that was the only mercy that the cage allowed.

“Now, let’s get the rune done.”

[i]Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck…[/i]

Runes were the worst. He’d seen a few other thieves that had bene marked that way by the clergy, and until or unless you found another member of the clergy to get rid of it, the runes were worse than tattoos. They were magical, forced to stay on, feeding off your own life force, and they always had some sort of shitty magical effect.

“What kind are you giving him?” Petyr asked. “You’ve got the obedience collar already, and the cage will definitely keep him soft.”

“Oh, it won’t, but it will keep him from using that thing to rape someone,” Father Gruss said, shaking his head as he rooted about in the box again. “You want that rune on him to take that away.”

“…Take away what, precisely?”

“The body’s autonomy with libido.”

“And…what does that mean, precisely?”

“Oh, we’ll make it so that he can only go hard or soft when his owner tells him to,” the Dachshund said, chuckling. “Pretty simple, quite honestly.”

[i]Fuck you all. Fuck you ALL.[/i]

Finally, the priest stood up again. He had a small block of wood in hand, as well as a vial filled with something purple. The Dachshund placed it against the lizard’s crotch, humming to himself as he pressed down more firmly until it was flush with Kero/Slave’s scales.

POP!

The vial’s cork came free, and the lizard just stared as the old dog upended the vial. The purple inside flowed free, falling into a hole at the top of the wooden block, and then –

“Mmmph!”

It was surprisingly hot against his scales, not quite hot enough to sear, but hotter than any bath or hot spring that he had ever fallen into. He panted, squirmed –

“Still.”

The command tingled in the back of the collar, and he made himself go still. He wasn’t going to risk another shock, even if –

Fuck, it was hot. It was so hot against his groin. Never quite painful, but uncomfortable as it could be without going over the line. Sweat drops rolled over his forehead as he huffed and puffed, trying to hold still as best he could. The priest adjusted the block slightly, and the heat turned to pressure, almost like there was some sort of shape taking form against his scales.

[i]How…how…[/i]

It was the rune. It had to be the rune, but the way that it worked was beyond him. He clenched his hands into fists, his head resting back against the rock as the pressure grew and the heat receded, until –

“And done. One marked scaly for sale.”

The block slid away, and the pressure, though diminished, remained. It was like his scales had been pulled tight, like how some mammals described a sunburn outside of the pain, and he huffed as he forced himself to look down.

A purple symbol, a circle with a pointed line straight through it, remained over his crotch. Shackle-circles ran off from the main circle, looking like it was a collar chained down against his groin. Even as he looked at it, Kero/Slave could see it pulsing with power, growing and shrinking with light.

Before he could say a word, the Dachshund said something, something in a completely different language. As soon as he heard it, the symbol pulsed –

“NNNGH!”

And the familiar throbbing that came from an erection went right down his cock, only for the attempt to grow to be pressed back. He arched his back against the rock as hard as his restraints allowed, throwing his head back and screaming as his cock tried and failed to grow bigger, harder, longer.

“Nnngh…ah…mmmph!”

“What’s happening to him?” Petyr asked, his voice taking on a slight edge.

“Oh, his cock’s trying to get hard.”

“What – but you said –”

“I said that we were taking control away from him. And a cock trying to grow in a cage too small for it is quite the punishment.”

It was more than that. It made his cock feel as if it was going to break in two as it kept trying to push forward and getting pushed back. There wasn’t enough room for his cock while soft; the feeling of throbbing, surging rigidity made his cock feel like it was going to snap from the pressure at the head. He shook his head back and forth, whimpering wordlessly, begging in sounds that had no intelligence behind them with just one meaning:

Stop.

Stop.

Stop!

Eventually, the Dachshund said another word, and the pain receded. The sudden stiffness faded as quickly as it had come, and the lizard sagged in his chains once more. He wheezed through his teeth, a little hiccup of a whimper occasionally coming up to break up the sounds and give them a little variety.

Father Gruss nodded sagely.

“I think that’s good. You can take him and see if you can find a buyer now.”

“Thank you, Father Gruss.”

“Oh, no problem. Always good to see the dangers to society rehabilitated.”

[i]Nnngh…mmmph…[/i]

Kero/Slave didn’t know if he was angrier or more terrified. On the one hand, his freedom had been stripped from him in seconds, and there was very little chance that he would get any of it back soon. On the other hand, the sheer ease and casualness that the Dachshund had shown in doing it…

Father Gruss was a person of power, and he was far from the most powerful person here, Kero/Slave was sure. There had to be others even stronger, which meant that he was getting off relatively easily in terms of what bindings he had on him. If one of the stronger priests had seen to him –

Fuck.

Fuck.

The fear-chills ran down his spine as the Dachshund undid the binding curses that held him to the rock, and the lizard almost tumbled to his knees when they all came free. He caught himself by the skin of his teeth, refusing to be humiliated even further, but it was a near thing. When the beagle walked over and took him by the arm, he was almost thankful.

Almost.

They passed through the underground of the Temple of the Sacred Den, hearing the moans and whimpers of the other prisoners below. They were all the same as when he had come down, as far as he could tell.

“Why am I leaving first?” he muttered.

“Because they are being punished. You were just being caged,” Petyr said.

“They do worse down here?”

“There is the square, there is the prison…and there’s this.”

The idea that this was considered worse than the prison made him wonder just how much he had been manipulated versus just being stupid and prideful. He honestly didn’t know, and that didn’t make him feel much better.

They reached the main floor and were most of the way to the front door when it opened and someone new stepped in. Captain Petyr stopped, dragging Kero/Slave to a halt at his side, and they all shared a stare.

“Well, well…now isn’t this a surprise?” the panther that had just stepped in said. “A scaly in Yellowride…and freshly caged…”

“He is a slave that will be sold to a buyer on the morrow,” Petyr said. “I suppose you’ll be making a bid, Salmus?”

“Yes. Right now.”

“Bidding starts –”

“Five hundred gold.”

Kero/Slave’s jaw just about fell off his face at the number. He would have had to steal for nearly three decades to earn that much money and this panther just dropped the sum like that? All the fear that he had gotten some tiny grip on surged inside him, threatening to come free right then and there.

“…I will take that under consideration, Salmus,” Petyr said. “I assume that you’re here for a service?”

“Indeed. And when I am done, I expect to take that…thing…with me to Calditch.”

“I will consider your offer and have your answer when you finish,” the beagle said. “And not before.”

“I suppose that’s the best I can hope for, considering all the rules and regulation of late,” Salmus said, shrugging. “And you, scaly thing…make sure that you stay in good health until I get my claws in you…”

The panther brushed past them, his rich clothes doing nothing to hide the large muscles under them. Kero/Slave grunted as he got shoved out of the way, but kept his mouth shut. Barely. The number of sarcastic gripes he wanted to throw the panther’s way as he was led out of the temple were uncountable.

As the door shut behind them, the beagle leaned his head back and sighed. Kero/Slave grumbled.

“What?”

“You’re going to be sold today.”

“But you just said –”

“Formalities,” Petyr muttered, shaking his head. “I knew that Salmus would buy any scaly instantly, but I didn’t think that he’d see you until tomorrow.”

“…”

“He’s going to take you to Calditch Mines and put you to work. And knowing how he tends to operate, I’m probably going to have to be the one to escort you there. Lovely. I had a few plans for this week, too…”

“Wait, but…but he…”

“What, lizard?” the beagle asked. “Are you going to complain? Say you shouldn’t be sold? Because a fucking thief like you has given up quite a few rights even before you got caught, you know.”

Kero/Slave gritted his teeth. Much as he wanted to lash out, the fact that the captain had pushed for him to be referred to as his proper species [i]and[/i] was keeping to the formalities despite pressure from outside told him that this was the only person he could trust to play by the rules. If he offended that one person, then he’d be one prisoner, one scaly, against a bunch of mammals that would be more than happy to ignore the rules if it got them what they wanted. He wouldn’t be able to fight against that. His only chance was to have a handler like this that [i]did[/i] play by the rules and kept things sane.

“…May I ask a few questions, then?” Kero asked, keeping his voice as neutral and respectful as he could.”

“…Go ahead,” the beagle said, leaning back against the temple. “We have to wait here, anyway.”

“Who is…Salmus?”

“Salmus? He’s the overseer of Calditch Mine, one of the biggest suppliers of iron and steel out there. He’s probably got clients all across the land. Yellowditch might be where he calls home, but he’s got houses all over the place. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s provided the steel that hunts dragons, sometimes.”

“And…why does he want someone like me?”

“Two reasons. First, slaves are the only ones that he can get to work Calditch. The mine’s part of a dragon’s old hoard – long dead, long gone – and it’s filled with traps and curses and enchantments. Anybody with free will refuses to go down there no matter how much he pays, so he has to buy slaves to get all the ore out. And it’s good ore, too; he’s made his fortune because it’s higher quality than anything else out there.”

[i]An old hoard…[/i]

That made sense. Dragons left magic and power wherever they went, and an old mountain that had once been used as a dragon’s home would have all kinds of little curses and boons permeating the rock and metal. The fact that the panther could dig it out and sell it at all was something of a miracle; most dragons collapsed things completely behind them when they abandoned a mountain. The only reason that wouldn’t have happened was if the dragon was driven off too quickly to do that, or…

Or if the dragon had died.

“And…what’s the other reason?” Kero/Slave asked.

“The other reason?” Petyr chuckled. “Salmus had his old home burned out by a dragon when he was a teenager. He was away, off at boot camp for the army. When he heard, he came running back, found the ruins, and…well, went a bit nuts. Rumors say that he killed a bunch of lizards, some kobolds, even a dragon before he calmed down. But ever since then, he’s been focused on finding any and all scaly slaves that he can get. I guess he gets some sort of pleasure out of forcing them to mine out the mountain, since half the stuff he pulls out of there goes towards dragon hunting.”

That was a sadistic use of slaves, but he could see where the panther came from. Losing one’s past was horrible, no matter who you were.

[i]But a slave…there…[/i]

It was just barely possible that he might be safer in the mines than he would in public. Barely. It would depend on how hard Salmus worked his slaves, what sort of curses were in the mountain, and what the other slaves did to him when he got there, but…

But there was a chance. Not a good one, but a chance. A scaly in a dragon’s lair had a better chance of finding hiding places and safe spots than a mammal. He might not have been part of that dragon’s reach, but he would still be considered more friendly than Salmus and whatever mammals he had around the mountain.

If Kero/Slave was right about that…then it was just possible that he might be able to escape. He certainly had better odds there than he did in Yellowridge.

“Lizard.”

He looked back at the beagle. Petyr met his eyes with a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

“And why would I do that?”

“You started out as a bandit in the first place. Even out of desperation, not the smartest idea.”

“Not that many options in this world for people like me, either,” Kero/Slave said, shrugging. “You think that the guard would have taken me in, like this?”

“…Heh, no,” Petyr admitted, shaking his head and looking up at the sky. “But I’ll tell you this. I recommended the gallows for a reason. At least with that, your death would have been quick. But with this? With Salmus buying you? You’re going to have a much longer, much slower death. And you’re going to be miserable the whole way down. Much as I don’t like bandits, I don’t have [i]that[/i] much of a gripe against lizards. Dragons are the big problem; you just get lumped in with them.”

“And?”

“And I’m saying, you’re going to wish you took the gallows. Particularly if you act up. Salmus isn’t one to tolerate rebellion.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Kero gets fitted with his slave gear, and finds out that he’s in deeper than he thought he was.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Slavery, Chastity Cage, Lizard, Speciesism, Beagle, Dachshund, Panther, Body Control, Punishment, Pain, Forced Erection, Forced Flaccidity, Series, Fantasy,