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Draconicon's Life Story

Banishment, Part 1

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By Draconicon

With chains ensorcelled with magic-nullifying spells, Draconicon was more helpless than he had ever been. The black dragon mage shook his head as he pulled on them for the umpteenth time, testing how they held him, feeling where the chains were weak and where they were strong. As if it might help him, as if it might have changed since he had been thrown into the dungeon over a month ago.

He turned his head to his right, looking up at his arm, then down at his leg. Wrist and ankle were both chained, pulling him spread-eagle and holding him there. Each link of the chain was bigger than his hand and glowed with a bright red, green, and blue light, twinkling with the power of the other mages that had bound him. Every time he reached into himself for his magic, the chains shined brighter, forcing his power back into the depths from whence it came. No matter how many times he tested it, the enchantment remained as strong as the day it was made.

They're not taking any chances with me, he thought. Heh, then again, I suppose I wouldn't, either.

Draconicon took a deep breath as he leaned back against the wall, resting his weight against it rather than trying to stand proud for another empty set of hours. The rough rock wall was cold against his scales, which was appreciated, considering how hot his front was. Mostly because of another punishment.

He looked down at his body, stripped of his robes and leaving him with nothing but his scales to cover him. His cock was soft, for once, and laid over his balls like normal, save for the fact that it continued to drip. His spread legs barely accommodated the larger sack between them, his scaly balls grown to the size of his fists, perhaps even larger. Even with the constant dribble of pre, they didn't seem to empty, and it filled the room with musk and left his balls - and occasionally his belly, when his captors made it hard - soaked with hot pre that took hours to fully cool.

"Heh, you call me a pervert, and you do this to me?"

His question didn't get a response. He doubted that there was anyone outside of his cell at this point. Best he could tell, they were gathering for one more display before they took him for his punishment. Whatever it was, it wouldn't be good.

The black dragon shook his head, shifting his weight as much as he could with the chains keeping him in place. The spreading puddle of pre along the floor had gotten under his feet after the first week, and these days they were constantly slimy with his own dribbles. The air was perpetually filled with the pheromones of his musk, even arousing him often enough from the sheer strength of it. They left him here, to stew in his own juices, to think of sex rather than penitence, because they had no intention of releasing him or giving him a chance to repent for what he did.

Of course, what he'd done was hardly something punishable, in his opinion. Draconicon chuckled to himself as he shook his head, thinking back to when the other dragons had come to take him in. They'd barged through the doors of his office, shoved away the student sucking his cock, and had clapped him in more chain than it would take to hold down a wyvern before dragging him off.

Heh. To make any pretense of official charges after this...

He shook his head as he looked down at himself. They didn't want to punish him for having a harem of students, though that was the official claim. There were others that had similar situations with their students or those under them, and he was fairly sure more than one dragon had their offspring as submissives to themselves, controlled or otherwise.

No, it was just an excuse to come after him for setting up his own school outside of the traditional academy. Draconicon remembered the day that he'd opened it, how the Headmaster of the Academia Arcanum had come to him and told him that it was a mistake, and how the teachers of that school had approached him with veiled threats that he should shut it down before things got out of hand. He'd ignored them then, and continued to ignore them for a hundred years as he'd taught magic the way that he expected it to be taught, rather than by the old standards.

Unfortunately, now they would get their revenge.

The field of magical force ahead of him blocked him from seeing anyone on the other side, but he knew that they would come for him eventually. By arresting him, they took away the only powerful teacher of any note in the school, and it would disband from sheer lack of organization without him there to keep it running. They'd kill it and have all the students have to go back to the old academy, the old teachers, the old ways.

And if they knew what they were doing - and he knew they did - the archmages wouldn't allow him to stay. Not when he could open another one and do it all over again once he was released.

"Draconicon."

The voice made him look up as a piece of the force-wall slipped away. A red dragon looked through it at him, dressed in a blue robe with silver stitching through it. The runes of silver glimmered in the low light as the other dragon stepped through, though Draconicon had a small smirk on his face as the scent in the air had its effect. A telling bulge throbbed through the red dragon's robe before he hid it again, and there was a few seconds of snorting and clearing his throat. He took advantage of that.

"Dumerin. I thought that you might have left the mountain, after being absent for so long."

"Not until you're taken care of, pervert."

"Pervert."

Draconicon looked from side to side, intentionally lingering on the chains, his position, the way that his cock and balls had been made to dribble pre non-stop for the last month.

"Yes, certainly I'm the pervert here."

"We all know what you are. This is just makes it so you can't hide it anymore."

"Uh-huh. Why don't you just admit that you want to get down and blow me like all my students did?"

His smile dropped as Dumerin swept his tail around, cracking it against the side of his cock. The black dragon arched his back as his shaft swung around, flinging strings of musky pre all over the place. It settled down again with a slap against his balls, flopping into place and dripping more.

"You overstep yourself, young one. Remember your place."

"Heh...you mean over you, pounding your ass?"

Once again that tail swung out, slapping his cock. The dragon's shaft swung around again, in a different circle, and was slapped again before it could settle. Again and again, his cock was whipped, smacked around by his captor.

The black dragon bit his lips as his shaft was smacked about, keeping his yelps back. Much as he didn't want to show any reaction, his cock had gone without being touched for the entire time he'd been here, and his balls weren't the only thing that had grown. His libido had soared with his time in the cell, and he groaned as his cock was smacked about, hit, slapped, even whipped by the very tip of that tail.

"You think that you are a master of magic, Draconicon. Perhaps one day, you could have been, if you'd stayed within the lines that we set for everyone. But with this...with your perverted behavior, you've proven yourself a risk to all of us. How can the next generation trust their teachers if they think that they'll be used as a common toy at the drop of a hat?"

"As if you hadn't done the same thing, in the academy."

Another smack, this time nearly hitting his balls. When his cock came down again, Draconicon groaned as it just rested above his balls rather than on top of them, the beginnings of an erection already throbbing through his cock, making it stand up a little more proudly than he really wanted to admit. He ground his teeth together, his toes curling through the puddle of a mess on the ground, but he didn't say anything else.

The red dragon leaned in, grabbing him by the balls and giving them a hard squeeze. The feeling was like getting something squished out through a tube, his cock suddenly rising as a gush of pre came flying out all at once, barely missing Dumerin as he stepped to the side. He laughed to himself as the black dragon panted.

"Look at you. Hard already just from getting smacked around? At least a true dragon would have this for someone that was serving him, not someone that was abusing him."

"This is the result of magic, and you know it, Dumerin. This is not my doing."

"It will be. After all...when we're done with you, it will be all you can do. Not like a magicless sack of scales like you'll be can call himself a dragon."

Magicless...they intended to banish him, then, to strip him of his magic and then never allow its return. That was not what he wanted to hear. Not what he wanted to hear in the slightest.

He struggled against his bonds, but there was no use in trying to fight it now. The tightness of the chains was as bad as it had always been, and the power of the runes kept his magic at bay. Even as the red dragon squeezed his balls, forcing them to empty themselves by sheer pressure through his cock.

"Look at you. Perhaps once, you might have been respectable. You even unlocked the secret of how magic worked for our species. Through our seed, constantly generated, constantly spilled, we build up our power. You gave us the knowledge, and now, it will be used against you. You'll spill everything that you have, and then be removed from the dragon realms forever. Without power, without magic, without anything but the body that you like to rent out for others to play with."

Draconicon bit his lips, trying to hold back the constant grunts and yelps of pain and pleasure as his balls were bounced, squeezed, even smacked around by the other dragon. It was like he was caught between two extremes, pulled along by his libido and his sense of self-preservation. Despite his best efforts, he was already hard as a rock, dripping from the way that he was tormented.

The other dragon's erection was getting harder, too, more obvious, more easily seen through the blue robe. The black dragon growled, trying to bring his tail around for defense, but there was nothing he could do. It was pinned behind his back, leaving him as helpless as ever to the constant torment from the other dragon.

Up and down, his balls were bounced. Sometimes they were just lightly pushed up, other times the red dragon shoved them up with a vengeance, almost slamming them against his hips and the bones beneath his scales. Draconicon hissed in pain, even as his cock continued to gush and ooze pre. The sheer musk of the room was rising, stinking of dragon cum and pre, leaving everything shimmering in a haze of lust.

Dumerin was as helpless to it as anyone else would have been, starting to reach for the black dragon's cock -

"Dumerin. Stop."

The voice called from the other side of the force wall, and with sufficient power that the red dragon froze. Draconicon looked up, panting softly and thankful for a break in the abuse, to see who had spoken.

It was Yirin, the head of enchantment and alchemical studies in the Academia Arcanum. The aged green dragon stepped through, pulling the red one back before pushing him out through the force wall. Unlike the other dragon, Yirin didn't show any reaction to the fumes and smells in the room, the old reptile shaking his head a few times before turning to him.

"I see that you haven't lost the enchantment that you placed on yourself all those years ago."

"It wasn't an enchantment, so much as a curse."

"You would call it that. But it doesn't fool me. This is something you've taken advantage of too often to be a curse to you."

"You may think what you will."

Yirin had never been susceptible to the pheromones that he oozed from his shaft and - in lesser amounts - from the rest of his body. The old dragon must have lost his sense of smell long ago, or perhaps he merely had some sort of potion that he used regularly to kill off his sex drive so that he wouldn't be distracted. Draconicon certainly never remembered any period of time when the older green dragon had been with someone in the academy.

With a swish of his purple robes, the green dragon stepped up to him, shaking his head a few times. Draconicon supposed it was from the mess. He remembered the old dragon as someone that didn't like them.

"It seems that you'll have to be presented as you are."

"Presented?"

"You're going to be banished, Draconicon. It is a shame to lose a mind like yours, but Dumerin proved how risky you still are. Even bound like this, any contact will eventually turn into someone losing their mind over you."

"Stop, Yirin, just stop."

"Hmm?"

"We both know what this is about. Let's not kid ourselves."

The green dragon shook his head. For a moment, Draconicon thought that his old teacher would actually keep up the line, but no. The green professor sighed.

"I wish you had listened when we told you the risks. It was dangerous to start a school, and more dangerous to persist with it after it was opened. There are ways that things are done, boy."

"You know that there's more ways than one to accomplish a goal."

"Magic is a gift. We do not waste it by using it frivolously, or in ways that we can't explain."

"So, we stagnate, or we don't use it at all."

"..."

"I'm not trying to convince you. I've given up on that."

"You should have given up on much more, long ago. Now, you'll lose everything that makes you a dragon."

He shivered as Yirin pulled out a golden ring from his robes, the edges of it covered with runes of enchantment, but more than that, a very specific kind of enchantment. They were the sort that would block magic, much like the ones that held him by the arms and legs, but more specifically, they would keep any further magic on the other side, away from him.

The green dragon grabbed hold of Draconicon's slippery cock, and the black dragon's confidence began to crumble. His pre became the lube that let the old man stroke him all the way to hardness, and he shivered as he felt that ring touch the head of his cock, grinding against the sensitive flesh as it swirled back and forth, getting wet enough to slide down along his shaft. It was more than wide enough for his three-inch-thick cock, but it would need all that lube when it got further down.

As it started to slide, he felt his magic slipping, bits and pieces of it getting penned up on the other side of the gold band. He shivered, shaking his head as he tried to summon as much out of his balls as he could, but the chains stopped him, keeping it pinned in place. Further, further the gold ring went, pulling his magic away from him even more than before, leaving him helpless against the powerful enchantment.

He bit his lip, trying not to beg as it rolled down his cock, starting to press down in ways that kept him harder than ever. His balls churned, already producing more of the pre and cum that he'd been forced to shoot all over the floor, but it was too late. That magic was already locked down, and the ring could very well make it permanent.

"Please, don't do this. Don't do this to me, Yirin."

"I'm sorry, boy. You earned this punishment. You should have stayed within the rules."

"I discovered so much. You owe me. You all owe me."

"We will use your discoveries properly. You, on the other hand, will be gone."

"You...you..."

He couldn't believe this. Already, he could feel a barrier between himself and the magic on the other side of the ring. It was there, still present, but it was already fading away, already getting pushed to a point where he couldn't use it.

Magic is what makes a dragon, was what everyone was taught. We are born of magic, with it, and live among it. As long as the magic persists, so will dragons.

And now, they were taking it away. The ring was at the base of his shaft, and Yirin was slowly pulling his balls forward, the hefty orbs squishing as they were pushed against the golden band. He shook his head, growling, pulling his hips back against the wall, but it only bought him an inch of space. The green dragon just followed him, continuing to apply the pressure to take his cock where it didn't belong.

"Don't do this! Please, I'm begging you, don't take my magic!"

"I will do what is necessary."

"I'm stronger than you! If I wasn't tied down -"

"Then it is a good thing you are."

There was a brief feeling of crushing discomfort, almost too much pain as his balls were pushed down to fit through the golden band. A sudden jet of pre and cum shot out of his cock through the sheer pressure, only for the balls to slip through to the other side. Draconicon hissed, gasping at the shock to his system as he realized that it had been done. His magic was sealed over to the other side.

No...no...

He collapsed against his chains, and as Yirin unlocked them, the black dragon fell to his knees. He held his hands in front of him, desperately pulling for the magic, but even with the chains removed, he couldn't summon it. It was all penned up inside of his balls, far from him, far from any chance to command it to his purpose.

The enchantment was one that he knew, one that he'd even studied once he had figured out where dragon magic came from. Females were beyond this level of punishment, as their magic was all internal, but for males...the encircling band worked as a restrictor. All magic was produced in the testicles, and remained there until shot out through the shaft. 'Dead' cum was seed whose magic was already spent, with the quality left only suitable for breeding.

Now, the band encircled his balls, and his cock, keeping him from using his magic at all. There would only be brief moments, at the height of orgasm, where - if he timed it right - he might use his magic while it was passing through his body and before it entered his cock. Even then...

No, the band will hold all the magic within my balls, even if my seed is shot. I'll have a useless scrotum filled with magic, without any way to touch it.

He shuddered at the implications, even as Yirin pulled him to his feet.

"It's time to face the court, young one."

"I can't believe...you did this to me."

"You are no longer a dragon, but you can face your banishment like one."

Draconicon was pulled along, staring down at the ground like a broken man. He felt like one, his body bereft of the power that he'd carried for so long. Magic had been a constant companion, ever since he was first born, since he was chased from his mountain and when he returned. It had been a constant power that he could fall back on if he needed to, and now...now it was gone. It was taken from him for something that had needed doing, something that the dragons had desperately required, and he didn't know if he would ever get it back.

Some minutes later, he wasn't sure how long, they reached the end of the tunnel. A great silver door stood before them, and Yirin leaned him against the wall. Draconicon didn't bother running. Without some way to get the ring off - and it had tightened since it had been put on him - there was no point. He couldn't cast magic, and he would be helpless against any dragon that could. Instead, he stood there, staring down at his cock, wondering how he would ever be able to pull himself back together.

After opening the doors, Yirin pulled him through, dragging him on slippery, pre-cum slimed feet into the great court. Draconicon looked up towards the sides of the room, seeing students and teachers from the Academia Arcanum looking down at him. They stood on pillars that rose from the floor at varying heights, and at the far end of the room were seven other pillars, the seven archmages of the dragon realms.

Each of the seven, he remembered, was the patriarch of one of the great families that oversaw the dragon realms as a whole. They were the movers and shakers of the world, the ones that had the final word over what was done in the Academy, who lived in what mountain, what treasures were distributed between disputes, who was responsible for what, and - most importantly - the punishment for crimes that were committed against other dragons.

And all seven of them sit on the seats of power within the academy, he thought. They want me gone because I gave dragons a chance to slip out from under their power, and they couldn't take that.

Yirin brought him before them, standing him in the center of the court before stepping away. Draconicon stood there, panting softly as his cock throbbed in the tight embrace of the cockring. He knew that he looked like the pervert that they'd named him, knew that he looked turned on by the whole situation. It was a set-up in so many ways, but with the band already applied, he knew that this was just a formality. There was nothing he could do to actually change the result.

The seven archmages looked at one another before one of them, a white dragon named Galarell, stepped forward. The dragon looked down at him, calling out to him.

"Do you have anything to say that will affect our judgment?"

"There's little to say when you've already decided."

"Nevertheless, it is your right as accused."

"Heh...Suck my dick, then."

The crowd looked at each other, not surprised, but not pleased, either. Draconicon no longer cared. If they were going to judge him, he might as well be what they told him he was.

Galarell shook his head, the white dragon lifting one hand. It glowed with a white fire, the power of his magic, and Draconicon waited for the punishment. He knew it would come, and maybe -

No, his gambit to get them to banish him first had failed. The power rose up around him, pulling his arms behind his back and thrusting his chest and hips forward. His legs were forced to spread, his balls falling down further as they continued to swell under the previous enchantment. He groaned under his breath, blushing slightly as he was forced to display himself more thoroughly for the audience, and shook his head as the archmage continued.

"You have shown as much disrespect as we can tolerate, Draconicon. You will be stripped of your magic, your seed, and your status, and then you will be banished. The band has already taken your magic. We shall strip you of your seed, so any that find you will know just how wasted you are."

The white flame turned into a tube, an ephemeral one that floated down towards the black dragon's cock. Draconicon bit his lips again, knowing what was coming, but it wasn't nearly enough to push the sensation of the strange magic away as it slid down his cock.

"Mmmph!"

He groaned, moaning through clenched teeth as he felt like his cock had just been swallowed up by a slippery mouth. The magical grip slipped up and down his cock, stroking him at a rapid pace, moving like a frantic hand but with all the pleasure of an eager mouth. His cock dripped rapidly, slathering the floor with slime as he shuddered, his hips twitching in micro-thrusts towards the magic in front of him. The crowd stared at him, some of them chuckling as his desperate arousal, while others were whispering little sympathies, and still others were shaking their heads at his display.

The black dragon tried to hold onto his dignity, but with the pleasurable spell stroking him, that was impossible. His eyes were clenched tight, trying to ignore the way that his cock was getting stroked and teased in front of a hundred, two hundred, perhaps more, dragons of authority. He was dribbling like a pervert, his musk filling the room slowly. He shuddered, panting, his balls slowly pulling up against the ring. He could feel his seed trying to escape, trying to pull into his body, but even the little bit that succeeded was stripped of its magic even as it slid through.

Nnngh...let me go...don't...don't...

He panted, his cock throbbing harder than ever, veins popping out along the side as it was stroked, teased. Another flare of white magic appeared around the head of his cock, taking on the appearance of a hand as it started rubbing along the head, buffing it and rubbing it like it was polishing him. He shivered, his eyes going wide as his orgasm was coming up fast.

Galarell looked down at him, shaking his head, and Draconicon tried to summon up a glare. The white dragon sighed.

"You are nothing but a pervert. And now, you will begin your life as one. Spill your seed, Draconicon. We will be at this all day if you fight it."

"Nnngh...and what...does that matter...to me?"

"I suppose you have a point."

The white dragon lifted his other hand, more of the white light flaring outwards. The two spells on his cock multiplied a third hand reaching down to his balls, and a fourth reaching around to his ass, pulling the cheeks apart and exposing his hole to the open air. Draconicon's eyes went wide, his breath coming faster as his toes curled, almost falling to the ground in pleasure as the constant teasing, milking, stroking, groping, and smacking sensations started to build up in his head.

"Mmmph...nnngh...I...I won't..."

He tried to hold back, tried to keep from cumming. He shuddered, barely holding onto himself. Off to the side, he heard someone sighing, and then some footsteps. Draconicon didn't look, until he felt something pulling his head to the side. The black dragon opened his eyes, and found himself face to foot with the older green dragon.

No, you...you...

A breath of the older dragon's scent was all he needed to go over the edge. Draconicon moaned and roared, screaming in pleasure as he blew his load all over the stone floor of the courtroom. Yirin pushed him back, holding him down with the large, green, scaly foot in his face, keeping him pinned as he kept cumming and cumming.

Draconicon couldn't move, shivering as he stared up at the old professor. Yirin knew of his foot fetish, a secret that he'd even trusted the old man with. They'd talked when he was still a student, with the old man even giving him a potion at one point to not be distracted by the scents of feet when he was a student himself. It was...it was a total betrayal to use that against him now.

He was kept there, shrieking in pleasure and then pain as the spells kept milking him, teasing his oversensitive cock and forcing him to spill ever more seed onto the ground and over himself. Yirin kept grinding his foot over his face, forcing him to take in the musk from the sole, forcing his cock to stay hard, making him spill his seed. Every orgasm made his sack contract, making him feel less and less down there, like he was losing manhood with each orgasm.

Four painful orgasms later, the foot was finally removed, leaving him panting and shaking on the ground. Draconicon groaned, rolling to his side, no longer caring that he was dragging himself through his own slime. He shuddered, slowly pulling himself to his feet, standing there, his cock throbbing in pained pleasure as it hung over balls that were still bigger than most of the males around him, if shrunk to half what they had been just a few hours ago.

The black dragon groaned as the pleasure spells continued to milk at him, but they weren't going to be enough anymore. Instead, he just looked up at Galarell, and raised both his hands in the most disrespectful gesture he could manage. The archmage shook his head.

"It seems that you will not respect us, even now."

"You...are going...to banish me. There's no reason to respect anything you say."

"Then it is time for your accuser to step forward. From now on, she will be the one to direct your punishment."

Draconicon shook his head. At last he would know who it was. She, hmm? There were a few female students among his school, but those that he had approached for fun had been discrete enough. Which had broken ranks? Which had decided it was worth betraying him? He turned to the side as a hole opened in the wall, and his jaw dropped.

A familiar purple dragoness walked through, naked as him, though with less shame. Her cock hung against her leg, long and soft, and her breasts somehow jiggled slightly even as she came to a stop. Chuckling, she reached out with her tail, pushing his jaw shut again.

"Hello, my perverted brother. Let's see how long your balls last with me in charge..."

The End