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Waxing Perversion 3

Will Seki find the Stronghold’s true treasure?

Seki – Vulpera Servant 1 – Item Level: -2

The chant happened, and with it, Seki gasped. He gasped as he craved for air again, as his lungs burned but less than before, which was even less than before, and so on.

With that same regularity, the Vulpera felt the Wax dripping off his body while the chant continued. The arms and legs relaxed, so did the waxed skin and fur attached on Seki’s genitals.

His neck began to ease, and then… With a pop, the tendrils inside his ears were gone, allowing the Vulpera to hear the flickering candles around. But the sound was more powerful.

So was the breathing of the Kobolds, more than the usual six.

No. This time, there were many more Kobolds. There was the breathing from the Brutes, too, heavy and powerful. And… Then a squeak.

“What is?” asked a voice, disdainful, while Seki felt the wax drip from his eyes, allowing him to see again where he was.

This time, he wasn’t in the vault of statues.

He glanced, blinking as he slowly turned his head. Faster and faster as the Wax released his body and he could move, while the chanting Kobolds finished unraveling his bindings and allowing the Vulpera to stand on his own in a room the Wax had overtaken.

An altar had been formed at the edge of the room, with one large candle standing above it, while many more had been placed on an old stone banister; the sole trace of something that hadn’t been covered in wax. The same Wax had piled up in a corner and flowed down to cover the floor… And then down the distant stairs to follow that path.

However, the Vulpera turned his gaze not at the stairs but at the altar and the sole Kobold standing there.

It was an old Kobold, as seen by the beard. He wore one large candle atop his head, followed by a few more stacked alongside his hunched spine. He had one missing eye, scarred. And the same scars gave that old Kobold a snarl as he stood proudly.

One word came to Seki’s mind, though he didn’t remember its meaning: King.

And the Kobolds, the Elders, were shuffling their feet.

“Weak production. Weak wax, King,” said one Elder, pointing at the Vulpera.

“Weak. Throw it,” replied the King, shaking his hand towards Seki.

Seki answered by looking down at his genitals, at the cross stamped on both organs, before he returned to the King and opened his mouth. But no sound.

He waited then, closing his lips.

“Big idea! King! Pet keep!”

“Pet keep? Weak production! Pet useless,” replied the King, clicking his tongue. “Why keep?”

“Not Kobold keep,” replied the Elder, one of them who obsequiously rubbed his hands. “King keep. King keep Pet for King!”

“King keep Pet for King?” replied the Kobold, scratching his chin and stroking his beard before he turned to the Vulpera and visibly licked his upper teeth. “Pet come.”

Seki followed.

He followed, and yet his limbs hardened. His legs moved on their own, approaching the larger Kobold compared to the Elders. He wasn’t a Brute, but he was one category of his own and had that predator-like grin. Something that made Seki’s heart beat faster instinctively.

“What Pet was?” asked the King, starting to sit.

As he sat, the Wax sprang to life, forming a seat under him as he leaned forward, his arms crossed while examining Seki. Seki, who bowed, in a movement he’d learned before. Somewhere.

“Se- Pet was… Was Mage before,” mumbled Seki, his head low.

“Mage? What pet mage?” asked the King, taking the opportunity to poke at the Vulpera’s head and to pinch at the ears, to pull on them while Seki wouldn’t react.

“Magic! King! Magic outside! From outside! Fire!”

“Pet can fire?” asked the King, smacking his lips.

“No. Wax took fire away.”

“Bah!”

The King leaned back, removing his hand before rubbing against his pants, before he huffed and then leaned against the throne, against the armchair that shifted to be comfortable.

“What use if Pet weak? Production weak? No Magic? Why King keep?”

“King… keep Pet alone?”

“Alone? No King keep Pet alone,” thoughtfully said the King. But his chuckle followed as he grabbed the Vulpera’s hand and yanked it forward. Forward, right to his groin.

Right to his cock that was… Obscenely bulging in those pants.

So far, the Kobolds always followed that kind of rule: the bigger they were, the bigger their cocks were. But… Even brutes were small as the King pulled on his pants, on the royal pants, to uncover his genitals.

The tatters, once removed, dropped. So did the King’s ‘kingly’ testicles, so did that ‘kingly’ cock as it smacked against the glabrous testicles. Next, the King pulled on the ‘kingly’ foreskin with a careful touch.

He pulled and peeled back just to uncover the dark purple glans, the glistening precum on it, and then… The beads that dripped from it shimmered in the candlelight.

“Pet. Lick!”

Seki nodded, and then he opened his mouth.

His tongue, white-colored and covered with wax, moved with a dexterous touch onto the tip. It danced along the papillae covering the tip, over the frenulum that was strained due to the enormous glans. And it danced alongside the urethra, playing around the hole without ever touching it.

And that dance continued, with Seki steadily leaking the sweat and precum sticking to the skin before leaving a sheen of saliva. The Vulpera gulped and swallowed, diligent while the King’s grip eased and he sighed, leaning back while leaving the Vulpera descend on that arched-up.

“Ouh. Pet good mouth. Good worship. What gives?” asked the King, huffing and smiling with all his teeth.

“Pet was very angry. But Wax helped. Pet has small teeth. Pet has big mouth. Pet changed for this,” said another Elder, while Seki continued to slurp and lick.

In his progress, Seki descended along the Kingly shaft, tracing the veins and slightly pulling on them while the King huffed and smiled.

“Pet changed?”

“Yes! Yes! Pet limp! Pet no needs! Pet stupid! No need for Magic! Pet only worship!”

Seki’s tongue continued its dance along the underside. The urethra was definitely impressive in size. Definitely, it continuously bulged despite having nothing inside it, and it felt like a rigid tube. One that would constantly pump out more cum if given the opportunity from those two heavy orbs. Orbs the Vulpera dared to… Touch.

“Good. Then… Maybe King keep Pet for King. Pet might be good,” cooed the Kobold, certainly enjoying the touch.

Enough for his cock to throb and tense. For that organ to bob up and down while the Kobold’s breathing shifted from a controlled inspiration to a ragged one as he sighed and leaned back.

He was definitely enjoying and feeling the effect of the Vulpera’s mouth at work. Of those thin lips dancing on the flesh to stroke it and constantly tease it, while the Kobold King was all smiles and chuckles.

So were the sycophantic Elders who were praising the King’s decision of keeping such a pet for himself, going on about his pleasure and health.

Those… Words went over Seki’s head.

He was at peace. His mind was titillated by the sensation, by the fuzziness, of his tongue latching onto the fluids dripping over the King’s length.

The more he licked, the more pleasant it felt. And so was the joy as his hands lifted each orb, feeling the weight and the cum churning within it. He could sense the warm liquid sloshing, could feel how much spunk that King had in store.

And it was… A lot.

A lot more than the Vulpera’s. Seki lowered his mouth along the length and then… Had it kissing the wrinkly skin where the testicles and the cock met before those lips descended to the orbs, he began to kiss. Left. Then right. Then left.

He kissed them and licked them, almost gobbling one by slipping more than a quarter of the volume inside his mouth while sucking on the wrinkly skin, taking deep breaths. Long, regular breaths that were rewarded by a smell. A titillating smell that wasn’t akin to any Kobold but thrilled the Vulpera the same way.

His ears stood up and dropped regularly. And the moment he closed his lips on a lump of flesh, sucking it to leave a hickey behind… Oh, they were straightened up.

“Pet mouth very good. Pet pleasant. Who trained Pet?” asked the King, licking his mouth. He grabbed the Vulpera’s ear and pulled on it, forcing Seki to lift his head and return to that cock. To the tip that was pressed against his lips before he had to open his mouth wide.

“Me! Me trained Pet!” “No! Me choose Pet!” “No! Me cared for Pet!”

The sycophantic Elders were squabbling and then coming to blows, scratching and roaring while the Brutes acting as guards looked bored.

The King laughed in return, grinning from ear to ear while his hand locked atop Seki’s head and yanked the Vulpera down. Down, impaling that pretty and loving mouth onto that shaft. No gargles.

No sound. No squelching… Only the throat bulging from within, while the Vulpera’s ears dropped, and then the King humped to fuck that mouth. He humped on his throne, with the Wax composing it shifting to support his weight while his cock plunged into the Vulpera’s depths.

It plunged within that esophagus, delivering a slew of salty precum inside while some of it foamed at the Vulpera’s mouth. Some dripped from those lips, too, landing on Seki’s chin and then the ground while the Vulpera’s head bobbed back and forth.

No complaint, no fight, nothing from Seki, as he had that thoughtful, careful expression. Even though his teeth were covered with wax and protected, he minded them. He minded his tongue likewise, focusing on the small corner of flesh that seemed to have the King riled up whenever Seki touched or liked it. And then… As the flesh throbbed, and the King huffed… Seki knew that orgasm was near.

His fingers then returned to the orbs, feeling the skin going taut while the testicles were pulled higher ever so slightly.

He massaged and rubbed those precious orbs, polishing them while his mouth polished that flesh as it thrust in and out of that mouth.

Seki’s cheeks looked swollen by then, with the abundance of saliva and precum pressing inside. But he wasn’t showing any regret or any sign of pain as that mouth finally plunged into his depths.

As his Adam’s apple was pushed out while the cock was fully inserted within him… And cum was sprayed into his throat, filling his stomach.

“Me trained!” “Me fucked ass!” “Me fucked mouth!” “Me stamped!”

Amidst the battle of the Elders, Seki looked at peace. His eyes closed, his nose pressed against the King’s groin, while that thick and sticky semen was pumped right into his stomach.

His mind was filled with the smell of reward. His thoughts were soothed… And so was his hunger, his breathing; so were his limbs as they dropped limp against his body while the King held him in that position for a long moment.

Huffs and moans came from the scar-covered Kobold as his orgasm was continuous and long. Whereas it was expected from a brute to be pulling out after one minute, no more… That King was still pumping more cum inside after five minutes.

Five more minutes of regular ejaculations, with at least a dozen seconds in between. Those ejaculations were chunky and heavy… And they all landed in the Vulpera’s stomach, making it weigh down and slowly… Swell.

All that fluid accumulated inside Seki’s belly, inside that organ that used to serve for digestion.

However, it was used to store now.

And store, it could as the flesh adapted and distended. As the waxed skin stretched without showing any marks. The belly itself growled, or so it was the vibration inside, while it was continuously pushed to the limit before the King stopped… And pushed against Seki’s head.

He even threw his head back the moment the Vulpera’s mouth released that cocktip with a loud pop before that length bobbed in front of Seki.

Even done, the King was still hard, and the Vulpera, taught, licked the throbbing tip, collecting the semen or the saliva that might have stuck below the corona or along the frenum.

“Good… Very good,” cooed the King, sighing and then leaning back. With the Throne shifting to a more comfortable position as he lifted his legs and allowed the Vulpera to return to polishing his nuts, to polishing those orbs that were evidently far bigger than even a Tauren’s.

The change in posture, however, elicited a change from the Elders as they straightened up and aligned themselves one by another, grinning from ear to ear.

Some had a black eye, some looked as if they had their faces almost ripped off. But one looked pleasantly unmarked.

They remained still and waiting, rubbing their hands while the room was now silent… save for the flickering candles and the faint sound of Seki’s mouth sucking on the skin.

“Who care for Pet, now?”

“Care for Pet?” advanced one Elder, the one with a black eye.

“Yes. Need new Elder. King… Think of new,” he said, looking down at Seki to stroke him between the ears. “King think more pet like King Pet is good.”

An awkward silence remained with the Elders looking at one another.

Then, one advanced. He had a nasty scar over the muzzle, but he looked like the youngest, if it was possible to say one Elder was the youngest among the lot.

“I can care for pet.”

“Good. You care pet but not touch unless King wants! Good?”

“No touch Pet?”

“No!” replied the King, sternly and almost yanking a strand of hair from the Vulpera’s forehead. “You no touch King Pet!”

The scratched Elder looked evidently bothered and ashamed… While his fellows snickered.

Evidently, if he’d chosen to become the caretaker, it was to enjoy the pet, too. At that moment, Seki might have become the most prized pet within the small Kingdom.

But no, the Elder nodded at the promise of being nothing but a glorified cuck while the King himself snickered and then… Turned to Seki. To the Vulpera, he yanked by the ear before the King pinched that chin he lifted.

And… Seki could feel the grip on his throat relax. He could feel the vocal cords thrum again as he breathed, feel the lips relax as they could move completely. Closing wasn’t an effort any longer as the King eyed him up and down.

“Pet. What can do?”

The question stunned Seki.

After the silence. After the abandonment. After the dark and the night. He was asked what he could do? He blinked, only to be smacked in the face by the King, a nasty slap that left the Vulpera rolling and then stroking his cheeks.

“What can do?”

Seki gulped. His saliva had the taste of cum and sweaty flesh… His saliva was so salty. And his body so stiff as it moved against his will, bringing him back to kneel before the King.

“I-“

“Faster!”

The King’s hand again collected Seki in the face.

This time, Seki didn’t roll over, but his ears were definitely ringing and so was his rattled brain as he blinked and then…

“I can take your cock! King!”

He sputtered the answer as fast as he could, trying not to gloss over that fact while the King himself grinned from ear to ear. And then patted his lap.

“Good. Climb,” he said. And so did the Vulpera, climbing onto the throne and then going onto the King’s lap. In the meantime, the King’s hands were far from being idle as they went over the Vulpera’s posterior.

They grabbed it, stroked it, felt it… And dug into the plushy mounds while the Vulpera moaned, his asshole being teased by the sole touch.

Contrary to what he’d been experiencing before, from being abused, fucked, or merely teased… This was different. This felt intimate and cruel, but deliberate. Deliberately inflicted on him instead of being typical abuse meant to break him.

This time, it was voluntary as his asshole was teased by the fingers, by the index hooking on the waxed orifice to stretch it to the limit, to expose the slightly yellow insides to the Elders who had to watch.

“You good, pet. You like King? You like King cock?”

“Y-Yes,” replied Seki, calm.

Yet, frightened by how natural that answer was. Next, a third finger went inside his asshole, making it tingle while the King was cooing and laughing and huffing.

His cock throbbed against the Vulpera’s thighs and testicles, lifting the latter while brushing the former. The sensation, the heat, the presence was definitely making Seki feel fuzzy and excited… Feeling almost pleased when that shaft bounced against his taint and smacked against his wide pucker.

His breathing was quick. And quicker as the King’s fingers brushed Seki’s face. He touched that jaw, pulled on it, forcing the Vulpera to open it wide and for the King to explore it while tilting his head.

“You what? Strange thing.”

“Vulpera. I’m a Vulpera, King,” replied Seki, his voice calm.

“Vul… pe… ra,” repeated the Kobold King, snickering. “You whore. Not Vulpera.”

“Y… yes,” replied Seki, nodding while biting his lip.

It was strange because after all the abuse and the torment, he was feeling something else.

The Wax on his orifice was warm, and its texture against his flesh was getting rough. And it moved, rubbing against Seki's insides.

Never before had he felt this. Felt the Wax moving that way, but it was doing it so. The part against his flesh and skin shifted and now moved, pressing against his rim… His taint. His testicles. And then his cock, with only the tip being exposed.

“What… is this?” asked the Vulpera, huffing and fighting against the desire to moan out loud while the Kobold snickered and then…

Laughed the moment the Vulpera’s mouth formed an O.

The Wax around his testicles had suddenly tightened around them, forming a hard shell on the inside with tiny spikes that pressed against his tiny organs. It hurt. It burned. But it definitely felt good as the Vulpera’s eyes rolled in their sockets.

“Oh… My- My… Balls,” moaned Seki, feeling his balls were getting rolled and squeezed inside his scrotum while the King’s shaft was now throbbing against his wide entrance, ever so regularly poking and teasing the entrance.

“Pet very good,” praised the King. “Body very prepared. But tiny nuts useless.”

“Useless,” repeated Seki, throwing his head back while a shiver ran along his spine.

“King doing something?” asked an Elder behind, his voice troubled.

“Yes. King doing something. Elder said weak production, right?”

“Y-Yes,” replied the Kobold, definitely sweating and unsure. “Problem?”

“Not problem,” replied the King, grabbing Seki’s hips and then forcing the Vulpera to turn and face the crowd. To face the Elders who had been abusing him.

Bastards all around who were now afraid as they peered at Seki, making him feel… Vindicated? Or excited?

He couldn’t tell exactly, but his lips curled into a grin as the King’s cock was now definitely rubbing against his asshole, smearing his tail with precum while the King’s nuts were almost between the Vulpera’s thighs.

His own balls rested on top, with the Wax rolling them, squeezing them, titillating them while his groin was fuzzy and warm.

Warm… And yet, with many things starting to stir within his groin. So many little touches, so many little things that were to awake, to move… To… Wiggle under the skin.

“Wax production weak. But King only want Pet. No production.”

“Danger. Pet not healthy,” said one Elder, the scratched one.

“King not care. Pet care?”

Seki was addressed and may have been asked to provide his opinion. This was his body, his own flesh that was asked about.

And though most of the exchange was hard to comprehend, Seki wasn’t entirely stupid. Not yet… But he was getting stupid as the King pinched his rim, tugging on it like you would do with a square of fabric while the rim itself shifted… And that hole was prodded by the King’s shaft.

The mere presence, the mere touch… The rim itself squeezed and kissed that tip.

Seki moaned, his eyes rolling as he had the King’s hand running along his fur, feeling the thin muscles underneath.

He even had his hands smacking those buttocks as an inch slipped inside, making the Vulpera feel… Full and yet not.

“Pet… Not care,” moaned Seki, unable to resist the delight as he bit his lips… And felt his testicles being squeezed even harder.

To any outsiders, they could see the oblong testicles being moved around by the Wax. The substance had a will of its own and, guided by the King’s desires, it was definitely forming an elegant shape much like the many trinkets the King had collected in his hoard.

However, that shape was designed to cup the orbs, to house them, to separate them while slowly splitting the scrotum thanks to a wedge in the middle. Then, the Wax wrapped around the base of the scrotum, forming a ring around it while tightening on them until the scrotum was taut around the orbs.

Until the skin was loose above the ring and practically showed every detail underneath it. It showed the swollen epididymides, the gonads themselves. And then… The Wax within them, wiggling, moving, trying to act according to the King’s will.

“Pet true not care?”

That question came as Seki’s ass dropped further, with the Kobold’s shaft sliding deeper into Seki’s body. Sliding and then producing a bulge through the skin.

If the Vulpera’s belly had been bloated with cum before… It now imprinted the vague shape of the Kingly shaft… And the throbs shaking that cock every so often.

And Seki stroked that cock through instead of his own, his expression oddly at ease.

“No.”

Seki looked like the happiest Pet in the world.

His mouth was split open in a stupid grin, his tongue lolling out while a long bead of saliva dripped from it to land on his belly… Before that bead slid over the waxy surface down to the cage inside that sheath.

Then… As the Wax from the throne shifted, two branches stretched from it to reach the Vulpera’s cocktip, to approach that sheath… Before the Wax stuck inside the Vulpera’s own urethra expanded to join the two branches.

It was surreal, strange. But more was the sensation as more Wax was forced inside Seki’s urethra and tunnel. Instead of it happening while he was encased, he experienced and saw it.

He could witness it as he was entirely free of movement. So free, it could be possible he’d jump off the King’s lap and take off.

However, his ass dropped with more strength on the King’s groin, the cock stroked through while the Wax descended inside Seki’s urethra, through his prostate, and then through the tubes.

This time, he felt the lumps, double, going in. And not once or twice. No, once the first lumps were forced through the rings and into the gonads… Another set descended from the branches into the urethra.

And the more was pumped inside, the more… Rigid. The heavier. The more painful his testicles were.

And then… It went faster.

It was akin to being pumped and filled with cum. Except that wasn’t cum. No, the cum was only inside his stomach and ass… Ass that was definitely getting filled as the King humped and laughed and huffed, his hips rocked by his own volition and the Wax throne.

He laughed, depositing a few smacks every so often on the Vulpera’s plump posterior while Seki’s smile grew bigger and bigger.

He couldn’t stop stroking that length inside his stomach, and his breathing was definitely faster. He could sense the pressure inside his testicles grow. The wiggling underneath the skin had disappeared; the flesh steadily bloated. Even the pressure within them had smoothed over the wrinkled epididymides.

A pressure that opposed the Wax outside. A pressure that would grow and grow as more Wax was forced in.

And in between, stuck between the Wax hardening outside and the one filling inside was the Vulpera’s flesh. Stuck between the hammer and the anvil.

The pressure could only grow more intense as more lumps were forced down those testicles.

They throbbed, they hurt… They were painful. But Seki’s sheer pleasure could be read on his face as he bounced on the King’s lap, his guts crushed by that monster of a cock. He drooled all over himself, his testicles now pressed against the Wax cage while the Elders were looking with a mix of curiosity and lust.

They were stroking themselves, too, following the Brutes who’d pulled their shafts while admiring the King breaking into another slave. Another pet.

Another worthless dweller from the outside whose body was and could be reshaped by the Wax… Whose body quivered obscenely as those lumps were slower to enter inside that scrotum.

The testicles had lost their oblong shapes, and the organs were now smooth from the exterior, with the Wax cage imprinting its shape in them.

Seki’s breathing was faster than before… So much faster as he smiled, as he could feel the tremor from the King’s orgasm and the cum that was pumped inside him, adding to the pressure his body experienced.

Soon enough, scrotum and belly looked bloated.

Seki is Fixed

But only the former reached its limits when… A last lump went inside, and a squelching noise came from the Vulpera’s groin. Something breaking apart. Something as the flesh couldn’t endure much and was entirely broken, ruined, destroyed… All with the King roaring and laughing, smacking the Vulpera’s plump posterior in the same motion.

“See! No problem!” roared the King, ignoring Seki’s pained smile. Ignoring the waxy tears coming from the corner of his eyes… Or the Vulpera’s testicles deflating all of the sudden.

The Elders, the Brute, and the Vulpera nodded.

And the King snickered, grabbing the Vulpera’s sides to lift the Vulpera’s ass before dropping it back onto his length, making the former mage bounce on that lap… As he’d been fixed, his production gone.

And his future already written.

-

Seki – Vulpera Ball Cleaner 56 – Item Level: -5

Seki moaned, the chain attached to his neck clinging as he moved from one stop to another. As he dragged his bound legs, impotent, across the floor so he could worship the King’s other nuts. So he could polish and make them shine as he heard the commotion from the Guards.

They were more common, more regular. But the Vulpera didn’t care.

He didn’t care as he didn’t have to see.

His world was sound and taste and flavor as he sucked on the King’s nutsack, polishing them like he always did. He was at peace. Relaxed, at ease. And even the clamor of the blades in the distance was nothing.

“Keep polishing. Good Pet,” cooed the Kobold, patting the Ball Cleaner between the ears. Meanwhile, Seki’s asshole continued to squeeze and usher in the numerous Waxy Anal-beads he’d been tasked to take in. There were another dozen left, and Seki’s belly already looked stuffed with double that number, with the beads bulging underneath his skin.

Still, it mattered little as he licked those nuts and kissed them. He kissed them regularly, as if kissing them would make them produce more, so he would be fucked more. Or so it was the hope to stay in the King’s good favor so he wouldn’t be abandoned for any new Pet.

But his worship stopped when he heard the huffs of people running up the stairs to the King’s throne.

“C-ease… Cease this perversion! And face us! Kobold!”

Seki’s ears straightened.

Those voices were so close, and for a moment, the Vulpera thought about continuing to worship that ballsack, but one firm hand pushed him away.

Still, he was dragged along by the chain. The Wax covering his face was removed, allowing him to see around. The flickering candles were as blinding as ever, but after a brief moment, Seki’s sight adjusted, and he could turn to see… A group of Adventurers.

Two Orcs… One Tauren. One troll. And perhaps an Elf?

They stood at the ready, surrounded by the Wax Statues they ignored while they pointed their blades towards the Kobold King. The Brutes were gone. And the Elders were nowhere around.

Seki moaned as he swallowed the mix of saliva and sweat he had in his mouth before he turned to the Adventurers who looked at him… At the pathetic display of a Vulpera whose white fur was covered with Wax… And whose shapely ass looked bigger now, and redder.

His orifice was spread by the anal beads, and as the Vulpera rolled, the Adventurers could see he couldn’t use his legs as they were rigid like stones. Nevertheless, Seki scooted aside as the King stepped closer… With his loincloth dropping to cover his cock.

“You intruders! You no take mine!” huffed the King, reaching for his staff by the throne. Next, he waved it around in a threat.

“Pffh. Let’s deal with it, and let’s free the slaves. Maybe we’ll get a reward.”

The Orc leader was definitely cocky, and Seki watched, rolling his eyes.

He leaned back against the throne while the adventurers charged onward, with only the Elf behind.

A terrible choice because it was the opportunity the King needed.

With one swing of his staff, one Waxed statue of a Naga awoke. The prisoner inside moved, and with a roar, the scaly hands locked around the Elf’s wrists.

Then, as the Elf cried, the charge stopped.

The Orcs turned; the Tauren planted his hooves on the ground. Only the Troll advanced, but that was close enough for the Kobold King to summon a slew of arms from the Wax to grab the Troll by the legs.

The momentum was already broken; the Elf had his mouth covered, and another statue was helping the Naga drag him away, screaming and kicking.

However, the three unbound adventurers had to face counterparts from their own species. Two Orcs, one Tauren… A quick battle as the Kobold King was quick to use the Wax to hinder their movements, snatch their weapons, and then bind their limbs until the four adventurers, including the Troll, were lifted off the ground while their bodies were wrapped in Wax.

“Uff. Dumb adventurers. Why can’t learn to be Pet?” asked the King, rolling his eyes. Meanwhile, from the corner of a room, three Elders approached. They’d been sneaking around, as usual.

“King! Good king! Captured Pets!”

“Captured new pets!” said another Elder, waving his arms. “Will prepare for Kobolds!”

“No,” replied the Kobold King, approaching Seki and grabbing him by the head.

The Vulpera didn’t resist, slack-jawed as he was lifted and then pointed at the four.

“See anyone know, Pet?” asked the King.

Seki squinted and tried to look at their faces, then shook his head before he was thrown aside, with the King pointing at one hairy Orc.

“Him. Prepared for King. Others, for Kobolds.”

“But… King has many pets!”

“King don’t care! King wants more!” roared the King, stepping back and sitting back on the Throne. “Prepare, Pet, or die.”

The Elders gulped, but they nodded…

After that, Seki turned his head to his King sitting on his Throne. Next, the Kobold lifted his loincloth to reveal his ballsack once more. Sweaty, greasy, and deliciously warm after such an exercise. A ballsack the Vulpera licked again, cleaning it while his eyes could now see what was around.

He could see the blind Worgen carrying a basket of fruit, which he handed to the King to eat.

He could see Bashan, whose ballsack was held by the King, squeezed and squeezed no different from a pair of stress-balls.

He could see Evran, another Vulpera who was tied to the throne, his body almost engulfed except for his hands reaching to rub the Kobold’s shoulders.

And then, aside… The many pets that were on all fours, their asses lifted and presented, showing the cratered assholes and the cum dripping from them.

All from the King in the last hours. And those were moaning loudly, begging in their own way to be fucked in the ass once more.

The hairy Orc that got captured would probably join them, adding to the procession of men whose cherry had been popped.

But none were as important as Seki.

As important as the Vulpera were. He latched onto those glabrous testicles once more while feeling the Wax creep over his body again. Over his back, over his shoulders, over his head… Then it covered his eyes, it covered his ears.

And so came the little pop when his skull was again invaded and his thoughts reduced to nothing. Nothing but the pleasure of worshipping his King.

He didn’t need to think. He didn’t need to use his magic or worry about his future days. Or fighting, or exploring, or his reputation.

He had everything and nothing here, followed by the many who had been changed and forced to endure the gruesome changes to have their bodies befitting the King’s standards.

Seki? He’d been changed the least of them. He’d been fixed, but anyone could recognize him, and that’s how one Worgen, currently busy licking the King’s ass, had been recognized.

Seki couldn’t have remembered him.

But the moment the Worgen entered, he shouted something. He shouted Seki’s name, his fear visible before he tried to maim the King. A foolish attempt that rewarded him with the role of the King's throne.

A few mages recognized him, though they were kept aside for the experiences with Elders to improve their bodies and keep their abilities. New Waxed prisoners that could cast magic while being utterly subservient.

A future Seki could see as he watched them wield fireballs and other spells he knew he used to know. Spells… He recognized but couldn’t wield as he watched those adventurers being blasted away.

Each time, the King would ask, “Jealous?” and Seki would reply with a “No.”

No. Because all that magic, all that power, was for naught… Naught when, instead, he could worship his King’s sweaty nuts and make him happy. Much happier than any other slaves.

That was his reward.

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Seki – Waxed Servant 80 – Item Level: 0

_He didn’t know when he had failed.

But he knew that he’d been bound and limited. His King grew tired of him and enjoyed another Vulpera, more preen, more eager, more innocent.

Perhaps the King enjoyed the banter of that stupid Pet that would oppose him. Nevertheless, Seki lost the King’s favor._

_From Ball Cleaner, he became the King’s Feeder. Then the King’s massaging hands. Then one of the fuckable pets.

Then, he was pushed to the end of the line before the King merely forgot about him.

That day, the Brutes grabbed Seki._

_The Vulpera didn’t fight. He didn’t have the thought of fighting them. Fighting them was bad and absurd. He had to serve them. To serve the Kobolds.

The Brutes grabbed him and placed him near the stage, like before. Each day, he’d hear about a stupid adventurer or many getting captured and screaming before they were facefucked.

He would be fucked in the mouth for days… Perhaps for weeks or months._

_But it stopped.

The Kobolds stopped fucking his mouth, and soon, he was removed from the stage and brought to the gallery of statues he’d found the first time.

But he was only awakened to please the six Kobolds handling it. They would fuck his mouth and ass, shout, and enjoy abusing him.

But each time he woke up, Seki was farther from the center of the room, and each time, the changes in the statues grew._

_Each time, it took longer before he would be awakened.

So long, he had forgotten it. The light. The sun. The sky. The grass. The soil. The trees. The sand. The pyramid. The warmth. The burn. The fear. The scales. The power.

He was Seki; he could remember that. But who created him? Who brought him?

The Kobolds shaped him? Or someone else?_

_Why were some Pets crying to be free?

What was to be free if not sleeping? Were they not free? Were they not happy to be of use?

He thought they were stupid until even the word stupid meant nothing.

And the Wax was heavier on him, falling on him. Covering him… Encompassing him, while the Wax wouldn’t budge anymore.

He was Seki. But he wasn’t desired by the Kobolds anymore.

But that was fine. He could sleep and weight longer… So long the Wax embraced him, made him feel happy, made him feel useful… Made him feel alive.

If alive meant anything._