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He wasn't allowed to make noise, no matter how badly his lungs screamed to let loose the cries he was holding back.

He wasn't allowed to move, not a single inch regardless to what extent his muscles burnt and his joints had fallen stiff.

He wasn't allowed to flinch, even when he felt the heavy weight of his master's heels digging into his back, or the claws that very nearly sliced through his flesh as it dug into his undercoat.

He was furniture. Furniture were objects. Objects did nothing. They were nothing.

It wasn't the usual routine. Master Kaiser typically liked to have his playthings make a little noise - or rather, a lot of noise - when he toyed with them, when he broke them. But he seemed to be in the mood for something else tonight. Dinner had been served a short while ago, the best steak cooked to perfection following Kaiser's requirements, served with fresh potatoes and seasonal vegetables, dripping in jus. Of course that had been preceded by a starter, some lightly toasted bread with spiced pate. Dessert had been soufflé, an ordeal in itself for the mutt, but the three course meal was just one of his many duties in the dragon's household. Service was not a voluntary desire but a dedicated commitment. Much like anything with the folf's life, he was forever at the mercy of superior and men, and for now Kaiser was one that had captured him for a while. Perhaps the reptilian might release the boy once he's had his fun with him, or should Martin truly feel uncomfortable with his place, but they would cross that bridge when it came. As far as the mutt ought to be concerned right there and then, it was keeping his Master comfortable and sated.

Which meant serving as tonight's footstool.

Kaiser was undertaking a marathon of films this evening. He would have liked to have watched too from a less uncomfortable position, or even just to know what was on the television mounted to the wall, but he had been ordered to keep his head down. His back, kept as level as he could keep it, was by now utterly sore and fatigued after nearly two hours, and it didn't seem like the dragon had any intention of pausing for a quick break. Even in the back of his mind the mutt knew that the most likely reason the reptile would stop would be to fetch another drink or to take a leak, one which would probably be emptied down his throat. But gulping down a full bladder of bitter piss seemed like such sweet relief as his whole body felt as if it were creaking under the immense weight of his Master's footpaws. The size difference between the two of them placed the mutt as a mere pygmy aside the giant dragon. Just as it might have been if Kaiser were attempting to use napkin as a blanket, Martin was ill-suited to be the reptile's footrest. But that wasn't the point. He was there to simply do, not ask or doubt. A slave's place was forever at service.

Completely nude, he was at the very least somewhat warm. Sometimes Kaiser enjoyed turning the heating down or even off entirely when he left the house to torment the mutt were he left in some precarious predicament, but the evening had been one of selfish pleasure for the dragon. Naked save for the chastity cage hugging his sheath and balls and the collar that was snug about his neck, the mutt knelt upon shag carpeting with his Master's paws planted upon his spine, his rear presented to the bigger male as a sign of constant submission. His tail was lifted back, leaving his well-used hole on proud display for whoever to see. Though it was just Kaiser in the room this instance, there were many other times when Martin had crouched in the exact same spot enduring the same torture whilst perhaps a dozen other men had sat around idly chatting and chortling amongst one another as if he weren't even real.

But that was furniture. Nobody wondered if the table had any feelings, so why the footrest?

However it seemed mercy might have been on the dragon's mind.

"Slave," he said aloud. The boy's ears perked, but he dared not move. He listened but waited for his next command, "Present my hole to me."

The mutt did as he was told, and spread his legs further apart. His cheeks bloomed into the light dusting fur of his ass, the puckered pink rim of his hole clenching before the reptile's gaze. Though he could not see his Master, he could feel the scouring, sneering glare cut across his skin and burn into the flesh beneath. He was being sized up as a morsel, lips licked as if tasting the very air and scenting the weak primitive prey knelt before him. Martin had often felt those sinister teeth sinking into his flesh before, tonight might very well be no different, but that by no means changed how he felt about the pain. Though it made him feel alive in the moment, it was absolute agony in every respect.

"Yes... very good..." Kaiser had a thing for footpaws. He was not shy about it, not in the slightest. If anything, he glorified his fetish as the pinnacle of all his tortures. There hadn't been a single day in the mutt's service where worshipping his Master's footpaws with reverent lust hadn't been on the top of the agenda. He felt the lukewarm claws dipping along his crack, tracing down the cleft and gliding over the flesh. He felt its tip prick at his rim before glancing off it, travelling further down to his balls, making him shudder. A light tap at his swinging sack nearly had him gasping, but he remembered his place. No sound, no movement, nothing. It was hard work but he did his best.

The toes came sliding back up, stopping at his hole. A sickly lewd hack filled the air, the sound of someone spitting, and something warm and sticky slapped against his tail base. Fresh saliva trickled down his ass and oozed over Kaiser's toes, the odd sensation of wetness making the mutt repress a shudder. It became all the harder to hold back though when he felt the biggest toe, claw and all, begin to press against his opening. Lubed only with his Master's spit, the dry burn of penetration stung at his ass, the toe slipping into his body as he remained firm upon the floor. It hurt so much but Martin didn't have a choice. He knelt there and obediently took whatever Kaiser willed for him. One toe went deep, then retreated, only to then become two, then repeated. Martin bit his lip and thrust his head into the floor as the dragon's weight pushed and pulled behind him. A single leg, a single footpaw, several toes all working to loosen him up with nothing but his Master's saliva lining the way. Three became four, the mutt's hole screeching with the pain of a dry stretch, before mercy blossomed again and more spit was shot down to his ass. Quite a bit more in fact, enough to negate some of the burn, but when the fifth toe was added Martin wished he had not let his guard down.

The other footpaw had been stroking over his cheeks. Claws dug against his buttocks, marking the flesh with faint red lines where the daggered tips had threatened to break the skin, but for now Kaiser was seeming playful. Though the foot slowly descending into his rear told the boy other things. He felt the thick toes curling inside him, the roughness of the sole dragging against his guts, odd joints protruding and grinding against his innards. It made him feel wrong, unaccustomed to something so ghastly sinking into him. A cock would have been a welcome relief, even a fist he would have taken with praises abound, but a footpaw was something else entirely.

"Such a nice footwarmer..." Kaiser chuckled as his foot, now perhaps half swallowed in the mutt's rear, squirmed about inside his slave's guts, "Maybe I should have done this earlier. You stretch so beautifully."

Martin could only imagine the look on his Master's face. Whether he might have been smiling, for he was sure he could hear it in his voice, or if he was lapping his tongue over those rows of dangerous fangs. He could only imagine the sight of his own hole too. For though he felt the pain of being opened wide, far more than he could have imagined, he wondered how his rim must have looked, gorged and puffy about the reptile's foot. Yet more kept pushing into him, toes wriggling past the inner ring, sliding deeper just like any member might. He could feel it disappearing into him, his internal plumbing contorting to the alien shape in the most monstrous of sensations. It was so wrong, but there was no fighting it. This was what Master wanted.

He reckoned that nearly all of the footpaw was inside him now, as Kaiser only stopped when his heel, too large to fit, ground against his hole.

"We'll work on loosening you up. Someday you'll take both my footpaws inside you."

Inside him, Martin cried. A deathly, hallowed scream of desperate fear. But outside he did nothing, said nothing, remained stoically calm as his guts were rearranged by his Master's footpaw. Deeper inside him still chimed submission that he was so darkly familiar with that it frightened him, and the thought of his Master reshaping his body, breaking it, moulding it for new desires made his cock throb hard in his cage. His arousal was potent. Though he had been dimly aware of his need to cum, he had not realised he was already leaking. It was to be expected, with the heavy mass of Kaiser's footpaw bearing down on his prostate and having foregone any orgasm for the past month, he was quite pent up, but as Master dragged around his footpaw, began to pull it back, slide it deeper again, moving inch by inch back and forth, he became acutely aware of a horrifying fact.

He was going to cum.

This was bad, so terribly bad. Kaiser worked his footpaw over and over, pulling his leg back only to grind it back inside, the mutt's stomach bulging grotesquely to the abnormal shape that protruded in his organs. His prostate was not simply just being milked, it was being crushed, squeezed and pulverised for every last drop it could muster, and all too eagerly the mutt had failed to control himself. Lost and swept up in the bizarre new sensations, he had failed to hold off his own climax, and now he felt himself sliding down a slippery slope that refused him any purchase to recover. He hid his pants in the carpet, heavy breaths huffed against the thick fibres, trying his best to distract every thought from the physical pain and pleasure of Kaiser fucking him with his own footpaw.

Even in chastity, cock hard against the cold steel, he couldn't fight it. It burnt in his guts as much as the dragon's footpaw did. His rim, stretched and raw around his Master's body, clenched and tightened in the spasms that began to rack at his body. Martin lost control. His throat released a low, shrill whimper and his paws grasped at the carpet in frustrated agony as his nerves convulsed in unison. Spikes of agonising euphoria tore through him and ripped apart every inch of his being as he felt his balls tighten against the cage, followed by a heavy stream of dribbles from his soft cock. It was nothing compared to a man's orgasm, a slave only capable of the most pitiful spurts, but it was enough to drip upon the floor and pool in an all too obvious puddle. It was the mutt's shame, burning so intensely in his guts as Kaiser snarled aloud,

"How fucking dare you!" He roared, footpaw digging into his guts, burying his heel into that tight hole with such force that the mutt couldn't help but scream and buck against the savage thrust, "Furniture doesn't cum!"

Kaiser slammed his footpaw back and forth, popping the heel in and out of the ruined hole, fucking the mutt into a senseless state of blathering and sobbing as his body broke and yielded. His world twisted and strangled to waves of black as he struggled to cling to consciousness whilst Kaiser rode his leg into the mutt's rump, driving his footpaw back and forth with fury behind every thrust.

However long it went on for, the mutt was sure he must have come again a second time for Kaiser only removed his footpaw altogether when he was nothing but a weak, crumpled mess upon the floor, stewing in a pool of his own milked seed. His hole burnt, it felt looser than ever and cavernous where the footpaw had once occupied, and though it hurt Martin wanted nothing more than for the dragon to sink his other footpaw into him again and to start all over. But he was left there, pathetic upon the floor, as Kaiser stood over him, glaring down at his broken form.

"You know the rules. Now you have to be punished."

He knew the rules. Furniture doesn't cum. Slaves don't cum, not without Master's permission.