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Emett gasped.

The world around him returned. He fell that distinct, indescribable feeling of... control. Two days had passed since everything had gone wrong, since he had been caught by the very dragon he dreaded the most, and ever since then the gray wolf had been in his own personal hell. As soon as the dragon and his somehow controlled wolf guards had dragged him back to the royal guest quarters, Deveth, the white-scaled dragon lord, had closed the collar around his neck and harness over his chest. Emett recognized them as the same ones he had wore back at the dragon castle. He recognized every small scratch and mark of wear on the thick leather after wearing the thing for months. Emett dreaded it so much. It twisted his mind and pushed it back to replace it with one of a honorless dog, but though he was sure the collar and harness were the same, they were also different.

While with the old gear Emett often got glimpses of his own mind back or managed to retain some of his older self if the collar was tugged or strained, it no longer had such flaws. From the moment the collar had been put around his neck, the second mind within him rose over with undisputable strength. Emett had fought it. The wolf always fought the humiliating, degrading persona that was pushed over him by that disgusting collar, but it was to no avail. It was like he was a spectator within his own mind in a way, while at the same time it wasn't. He was himself, and he was the one the dragon called Dog at the same time. His actions were his and when Dog wanted to do something, so did he, even though he also didn't.

That's why when he felt the collar removed for the first time in these two days, Emett felt slightly disoriented for a moment. His own mind came crashing back to the front and he found that he could act again, control himself. Not that it was of much use in his situation.

"Welcome back," the dragon lord said, standing in front of him with one of his cruel smiles. He held the collar in his hands, but carefully placed it aside on a table near him. Emett noticed how he held the leather by its corners with nothing but the tip of his claws. "What's wrong, dog? Still feeling sore from your punishment? If you think it's over, you're very, very wrong."

Emett looked at the dragon with some confusion. He did feel sore, yes, his whole body ached, but it was to be expected considering he was tied up with his back against one of the adorned, elegant wooden pillars in the middle of one of the wolf castle's prestigious guest bedrooms. The room was large and fancier than most Emett had ever seen, with all sorts of furniture, enough space for a round table with chairs around it and an absolutely huge bed. The wolf tried his bounds. His arms were pulled back so that he hugged the pillar backwards and his wrists were tied up by some sort of very tight rope behind him on the other side. Emett also realized he was naked. That brought a little bit of embarrassment to him, despite everything he had already been through. His tail curled slightly between his legs.

It felt... strange. Emett realized he wasn't wearing the harness anymore either, though he didn't recall the dragon taking it out. Or... did he? He found that when he thought back on things, he did have the memories, but it was like it hadn't been him who experienced it. He remembered himself begging his master not to take the harness away, then he remembered getting scolded over it and feeling just awful. If he thought back further, he remembered the dragon ordering him to put his hands behind the pillar. To wait while he tied him up. To be so eager to please the master. Emett felt himself blush remembering that. His mind kept going back to the past two days, trying to remember.

And he did remember. He remembered that he had been tied to this same pillar when the dragon put the collar on him. He remembered how awful he felt when the master... no, the dragon. When the dragon had told him how deeply disappointed and unsatisfied he was with him for running away. He remembered regretting running away more than he ever regretted anything. The dragon said he'd be heavily punished and he remembered looking forward to the punishment just so that he could get his master's forgiveness.

...He remembered how willingly he had gotten down on all fours, in the center of this very room. How the dragon had ordered one of the wolf guards that held the door to fuck him as relentlessly as he could and how the wolf did. He found that he could distinctively remember how that knot felt and how the dragon had ordered the guard to untie him, resulting in some ten minutes of painful tugging, just so that the wolf guard could go call the next controlled guard to do the same. Emett stopped. Those memories went on and on, he recalled, for most of the two days and each bit that came back to his mind made his muzzle burn with more shame. That explained what the dragon meant, however, which was why his tailhole felt sore and hurtful.

As Dog, he remembered feeling no shame as it happened. He only felt joy to be doing what his master wanted, no matter how hard it was. Now that he had his mind back, however, it was like the weight of the two days of deep humiliation crashed on him all at once. Emett growled towards the dragon, who was still staring at him, waiting. The bastard's smile grew, as if he knew what was going on on the wolf's mind.

"Feeling disoriented?" The dragon asked without a hint of concern in his voice. "Isn't this collar beautiful? I have perfected it even more since we last met even without you there to help me with my research. It's getting better and better. Soon, it will be perfect. I will be able to put one of these in one of you unruly wolves and have myself a delightful willing puppy even after taking it off." The dragon's smile grew yet a little more. His sharp, pointed teeth at full display, but Emett wasn't afraid of him. He simply growled back. Such a thought was a horrible, horrible thing.

"It's almost a shame that we had to resort to other methods with the wolves here. Don't worry, though. I plan on having you sent back to the dragon castle tomorrow. I want to preserve you like you are so that when I do succeed, it will be that much more delightful." The dragon stepped forward as he spoke, slowly, step by step. Emett kept looking at him with wary eyes. What did the dragon mean by that? He had trouble making sense of it, but he did still feel slightly dizzy.

Emett pressed his back against the pillar, as if that would help him getting away from the approaching dragon. His growling grew louder and he showed some teeth, turning his muzzle away from the damned lizard when he stood there, right before him. The dragon's hand came up, then it touched his chest. The hand caressed his fur in what was almost a gentle way, yet for Emett it felt like a violation already. He kept growling, ears folded back, trying to look menacing, but the dragon clearly felt no fear. That paw trailed over the fur of his chest, feeling the muscles beneath it, touching him without his consent. It slowly trailed down to his abs with the dragon still looking at him and the wolf avoiding those eyes. Emett remembered that happening when they arrived as well and he knew where it was going, if there was any doubt about it.

Sure enough, the dragon's hand trailed down to feel his naked, exposed balls. The claw squeezed them gently, then moved on to feel his sheath as well. Emett's growling grew in tone.

"Take your filthy hands off me!" The wolf said amidst his growl. The dragon didn't answer. Instead, the gentle cupping of that paw on his balls became, all of a sudden, a vice grip that squeezed them so tight that Emett's growl turned into a high-pitched whimper. He pressed his legs together as if that could provide some defense against the assault on his nuts. The dragon's squeeze only lasted some two seconds, but the wolf's vision darkened for a moment from the pain alone.

"Silence, dog, or I'm going to muzzle you," the dragon said in such a calm tone. He continued his fondling over Emett's now aching balls while the wolf still recovered. The dragon pulled the wolf's sheath back, revealing some of his soft, pink cock to the world and started to caress it as well. "Did you appreciate the treatment your own guards gave you through these last days? I saw you almost coming from it alone once or twice when I ordered them to jerk you off while fucking you. Would you say that your tastes for males are starting to shift after getting so familiar with your own kind's malehood?"

Though Emett was still panting with pain radiating from his balls, he managed to growl again.

"Never," he growled. When the dragon said that, memories flooded his head again. A wolf guard jerking him off while he thrusted into him. Himself thrusting against that hand, giving in to that shameful, humiliating pleasure. The feeling of twisted pride he felt when he saw the dragon's eyes, filled with amusement, watching him. The deep frustration and disappointment when he heard the dragon ordering the guard to stop when he was so close. He had taken that wolf's knot, yet the guard was made to keep jerking him off the whole time they stayed tied together, but at the same time Emett, or rather, Dog, was ordered to tell him when he was getting too close so he could stop. Like an idiot, he obeyed, and the most frustrating half an hour of his punishment had come to pass.

Emett shook off those memories. The one piece of gear from the old times he wasn't wearing yet was that cursed silver ring. He didn't know if it was because the dragon didn't have one or because he was planning something else, but he was very glad not to have that thing on him. Even if he hadn't been able to touch himself through the whole punishment yet anyways.

"We'll see about that," the dragon said with a chuckle, bringing Emett back from his shameful thoughts. It's only then that he realized that he had gotten half hard from the dragon's touching and coaxing. His ears folded back in shame. Deveth could manage a gentle touch when he wanted. His scaly, clawed fingers trailing over Emett's exposed length, rubbing it, massaging it. Emett wanted nothing more than to spit on the damned dragon, but his other hand was still gently trailing over his furry balls and he was sure that another squeeze would come just as easily.

"I've prepared something special for you," the dragon continued. "It wasn't easy getting everything right, but I assure you, it will be the extra spice your punishment needs. It will help you keep me in that thick little head of yours like a slave always should to properly worship his master."

"I'll never worship you," Emett said, growling again, but in a careful tone.

"Oh, but you will," the dragon replied with amusement in his voice. His hands left Emett's now almost fully hard cock to come up to his abs again, to his chest. The dragon stepped closer, like a lover, feeling up the bound wolf's whole body with clear appreciation. "You see, the beauty of it is that there won't be much-"

A few knocks came to the door.

The dragon's expression changed in a split second. His amused, pleased lover expression became an angry frown when he looked towards the door. Emett said nothing, he just watched the dragon, pretty much feeling the fury he had for the interruption, when a few rushed knocks came to the door again. The dragon stood up and away from Emett, leaving him bound there, to go to the door.

Deveth opened it just enough so that he could look out to see who it was at first and then, after seeing it, he let out an exasperated sigh. He opened the door enough to roughly pull the newcomer inside and pretty much slammed the door behind him. It was a wolf. He had a common gray-colored pelt, somewhat similar to Emett's own, but in a slightly lighter tone. Emett wasn't sure, but he looked a tad younger than him as well, even though his fur was shaggy and definitely not cared for. He wore nothing but a loincloth, the same attire any pleasure slave in the wolf castle did, but even if that didn't speak of his status, his completely submissive attitude towards the dragon did. He kept his head down, staring at the dragon lord's feet the whole time and he did nothing but grunt softly when he was pulled and pushed away. Slave or not, a wolf was still a wolf, so Emett made an effort to struggle to show his unwilling position.

"Help me! The dragon is holding me against my will!" Emett took the opportunity to shout at the wolf. Maybe he'd see him and run away to get help? Or maybe he could run away to at least save himself. Those were the Emett's thoughts, but the reaction was not what he expected. Both the dragon and wolf looked at him, though Deveth just rolled his eyes and ignored him. The wolf gave him a mildly interested look, but Emett saw no real interest in those eyes. If anything, he only saw pity. The wolf clearly had little interest in helping him as well. Emett didn't see a leather armband, collar, harness or anything of the sort on him, though.

"Lord Slyvre requests your i-immediate presence, lord master," the wolf said with a trembling voice. He didn't even dare keep his eyes on the dragon. It was like he was expecting the deep frown and grunt of annoyance the dragon gave him.

"Tell him I'm busy." With that response, the dragon was already opening the door again, ready to shove the wolf away. The slave, however, after letting out a small whimper, shook his head.

"Please, if you will, my lord, he insisted that you came immediately. He said it's about the artefact." The wolf looked downright scared while he spoke, but it did make the dragon stop. With his hand still on the door knob, the dragon gave it some consideration. A heavy sigh of deep annoyance followed.

"Very well," the dragon said, unsatisfied. He looked at Emett, then, meeting the wolf's eyes. Without any warning, the dragon gave the wolf slave a shove towards the bound wolf. "You see him?" The dragon asked, rhetorically. "Get on your knees. Bring him to the very edge, then stop. Keep at it until I come back."

The orders were dry and direct. The wolf slave's ears pinned themselves down to his head, but he nodded quickly. Emett, on the other hand, just growled softly. The dragon opened the door to leave, but stopped one more time.

"If you let him release, I will personally make sure your punishment outdoes any punishment you've received so far." The dragon's threat made the wolf whimper with fear. He nodded again very quickly, though keeping his head low.

"Yes, master."

The dragon didn't really care for the wolf's response or submission. He simply closed the door and left. Emett's perked up ears could hear his steps going away on the hallway as the room fell silent. The wolf lifted his eyes to look at him, but they quickly went straight back down as he approached. Without hesitation, he got to his knees in front of the standing, bound wolf. The slave only nuzzled Emett's balls once, then he already brought his tongue out to lap at them. The unwanted pleasure made Emett tremble, but he also growled himself.

"Stop this! You don't have to obey that damned dragon's orders!" Though Emett growled his words down at the wolf, the slave didn't even look up at him. He placed his paws on Emett's thighs so that he could direct his muzzle up. That soft, canine tongue slowly rose up, leaving his balls to reach his sheath in a slow motion. He had obviously done that before. Many times. "Stop!"

Emett's words had some urgency to them. Part of it was because, as soon as the wolf's soft tongue reached his half-hard member, it throbbed right away. The bound wolf had his paws curled into tight fists, fighting inside his mind to resist the stimulation, but it was a hopeless battle. That expert tongue started at the very bottom and, with deliberate slow motions, it dragged itself all the way to the very tip of Emett's growing member. A little curl of it around the tip came before the wolf moved back down to repeat the motion, leaving Emett's cock glistening with shiny saliva.

"Stop that! You have to undo these ropes! Before he comes back!" Emett continued with urgency. The wolf still didn't even acknowledge him, focusing now on curling his tongue around his member and teasing the opening of his sheath to coax his knot out. Emett was panting, but he held back on any moaning. "Please, it's of vital importance that you let me go. They're planning something. Something that will affect us all. I have to find my allies!"

Emett had no idea about what could have happened to lord Regnar or the coyote that was helping them. He had been dragged away from the room when they found out about lord Rael's betrayal, but considering that it had been two days and none of them had come to his rescue or, more importantly, exposed the dragon plot, he was very worried.

It was no use, however. Emett tried saying a dozen different things to the wolf, but he might as well be deaf for how much attention he gave him. He just kept doing what the dragon ordered, making it harder and harder for Emett to think of a way out. The wolf's dextrous tongue had successfully drawn Emett's knot out with a bunch of well directed sucking in which he took half the wolf's cock into his muzzle, then slowly sank down on it until Emett could feel his cock just entering his tight throat. That tongue would then come out to caress his knot in a way he had never felt before.

The bound wolf's protests started diminishing. As much as he hated this other wolf for doing this, as much as he hated his own body for enjoying it in such a way, in his situation, he couldn't help it. Emett thrusted ever so slightly against that warm, inviting muzzle almost involuntarily while he still struggled against the ropes. It wasn't long before he could not longer stifle a moan. He felt himself getting to the edge. The tongue swirling around his knot, the tight throat around his member was too much, and then, he felt the light breeze over his saliva-coated, glistening red member as the wolf simply retreated, denying him any sort of stimulation to bring him over his edge.

"Fuck!" Emett growled down at the wolf. The incredible frustration only added to his already irritated mindset. "Stop following that damn lizard's orders! I'm on your side!! I'm a wolf like you!" Emett pretty much shouted the words at the kneeling wolf's face, but he just kept his eyes forward, studying Emett's throbbing cock that was slowly cooling off, much to Emett's own frustration.

"If you don't help me, if you don't let me go, then all of us will end up... like... like you!" Emett growled the words down at the wolf. He struggled hard against the ropes, against those damn bounds keeping him from running away from the damned dragon, from this damned wolf, to find prince Regnar. The wolf, as usual, just ignored him. He advanced upon his cock again and, once more, Emett had to gasp feeling the warmth around his member. It pulsed and shot precum right over the wolf's tongue, which he seemed to take without complaining. That tongue worked right on taking Emett back to the edge.

The situation repeated itself. Five more times the wolf expertly brought Emett to the point where he was just about to cum, then retreated and denied him the pleasure as the dragon had ordered him to. The time to reach that point was growing shorter each time, but the wolf was nothing if not patient, kneeling there and staring at Emett's cock twitching in the air and reflecting Emett's frustration. The bound wolf himself tried and tried to reach the wolf, but nothing worked. If anything, he didn't even seem like he was even listening anymore, even if he had to be.

"Please," Emett said, changing his tone the moment the wolf's muzzle enveloped his cock one more time. That soft tongue trailing the underside of his rock hard member was enough for it to twitch again. Emett had to stop to moan. He could no longer hold them back properly. The wolf recognized how close Emett still was from cumming and, slowly, he retreated with his lips still sealed around the throbbing wolf cock and decided to wait a little longer. That brought another groan of agony from Emett. "Just... please," Emett pleaded again. It wasn't exactly clear if the bound wolf was still pleading for the slave to collaborate with him or if he was begging him to continue. Emett was aware of that, but not even he knew the answer with absolute certainty, so he just left it like that.

"Don't fight it."

It had been little more than a mutter, but Emett's ears perked up right away. He lifted his head and looked down at the wolf, hearing his voice for the first time. The slave was looking down towards the ground, ears lowered, and he looked just... guilty .

"What did you say? Please, listen to me. Work with me!" Emett continued to pretty much beg towards the wolf, his hopes getting higher and his heart beating faster.

"It's useless," the wolf said, shaking his head. He still kept his voice low and barely even audible. "They'll punish you for it. Make your life hell. Just don't."

Emett's ears fell a little. It was his time to shake his head. The bound wolf even growled some.

"That's what they want you to think! It's what they do! But I've fought and I've escaped before. They're not gods, they're just dragons! And of the worst kind!" Emett's growl grew in tone as he spoke. He found himself with his paws curled into fists and realized he had been forcing against the ropes without even noticing. "What they're doing to you is wrong in so many levels! We can save you. We can take you away from them, make sure they never lay their dirty paws on you ever again!"

Emett kept looking down at the wolf. He was huffing, angry at the dragons just for what they had done to this wolf. The wolf, however, just kept his eyes on the ground. It really looked like he was thinking about it and considering it for a moment, but he didn't answer. Instead, when his eyes came back up, it was to look at Emett's hard cock, standing there between them. The distraction had indeed taken Emett's mind away from it for a few moments, so the bound wolf's heart sank when instead of answering, the slave just leaned forward to take half of his member into his muzzle again, then slowly work the rest down into his warm throat.

"No! You have to listen to me!" Emett fought again. He had been making progress, but it was of no use. As much as Emett spoke and begged again, the wolf no longer gave him any sort of response. He kept bobbing his head up and down on the bound wolf's cock, kept using his skilled tongue to tease his knot and when Emett felt his protest dying away for the unstoppable urge to cum, he stopped again. It made Emett want to scream. Yet two more times the wolf brought Emett right to the very edge of orgasm to deny him until the room's door opened.

Emett's heart sank as Deveth, the dragon lord, walked in. He closed the door behind himself with his usual cocky, straight posture and took his time watching the scene in front of him. Emett still tied to the pillar by the center of the room, with his hard cock pointing up, glistening and throbbing with even his knot engorged and the wolf slave on his knees in front of him with droplets of precum adorning his muzzle. Both wolves looked back at the dragon and both had their ears downed. The dragon, of course, just gave them one his sinister smiles as he approached.

"Not bad, slave. Looks like I won't have to punish you this time after all." The dragon himself brought his hand down to the kneeling wolf's scruff to pull him up to make him stand in a rough fashion. As soon as he did, Deveth shoved the wolf towards the door. "Your work is done. Go back to your master. I'm sure he has something you can do to make yourself useful."

The wolf didn't even say anything. He just nodded weakly with a low whine and went straight towards the door. The dragon didn't give him as much as a second look, focused on Emett, but the bound wolf saw the slave glance back at him. Their eyes met for a quick moment, but the wolf was quick to look away. Did he at least feel guilty for not helping? Emett asked that question in his head, but it was hopeless. The dragon's hand coming to caress his cock gave him more pressing matters to worry about.

"This is better. I like my slaves when they're more... eager." The dragon's paw enveloped Emett's hard member and slowly started stroking it. Emett grunted and struggled lightly against the ropes just to show defiance. He wished he could pull away, that he could do anything to keep the dragon from touching him like that. Emett fought against it, but yet he couldn't keep the drop of precum from coming from his tip. He was still too close, he had been stimulated for too long.

"Don't touch me!" Emett still said in a weak complaint. He had to hold back from letting a moan come through as well. The dragon just kept staring at him, but surprisingly, he did let go of the wolf's cock. For Emett, it was a relief. The wolf was left panting, but Emett took the opportunity to do his back to try and will his member back into his sheath. He hated being exposed like this, especially in this situation.

"Don't worry, Dog. Now that all the matters are taken care of, we can focus on your punishment." The dragon left the wolf there to head towards his desk. From inside a bag, he carefully took what seemed to be some sort of vial. The liquid inside had a strange, white-ish coloring. The dragon took the vial with some care, Emett observed, and brought it closer. Emtt grew nervous, but tried not to let it show so much.

"This," the dragon announced as he got closer, raising the vial, "is your punishment."

"What the hell is that?" Emett asked with a growl. It didn't really matter what it was, he knew he didn't want it. The dragon just chuckled softly, trailing a claw over the wolf's hard cock idly while he did.

"You will see." That was the only response Emett got from the dragon. The vial's cork was pulled out. Emett turned his head to the side right away having no intention of drinking it, but ultimately, that was beyond him to control as well. The dragon took hold of his muzzle, forced it upward, then pressed his claws in between it to force it open at least enough for him to tip the vial with the strange liquid into it.

"N-no!" Emett grunted, struggled, groaned. He coughed when he felt the strong-tasting liquid flood the inside of his muzzle, when he felt it going straight for his throat in that position. Some of it was sputtered out, a little bit drooled through the side of his muzzle, but as soon as the whole small vial had been dumped inside his muzzle, the dragon shifted his grip to instead clamp his muzzle shut, making sure none of it would get out. The dragon's thumb went straight to cover his nose. Emett still wriggled and shook for almost a full minute before his lungs were screaming for air and he had no choice but to swallow the liquid. The wolf finally gasped for breath when the dragon let go of him.

"Good boy," the dragon said despite how much he had struggled. He went back to his desk to put the vial away and fiddle with things Emett couldn't see. "It shouldn't take long now," Deveth continued.

Emett didn't know what to expect, but that only made things worse. He expected something that would cause arousal. That would further his torture and the dragon's insistence on denying him any chance of release. He felt his hard cock starting to flag, though. The anxiety of the situation had allowed him to forget about it, even if he still felt that frustrating tingle at the back of his mind from all the unfinished teasing. Emett watched the dragon carefully, still panting, expecting to feel something at any minute now, but then, when he blinked for a fraction of a second, the wolf got startled. Suddenly, the dragon was standing right next to him again.

"We can't let this beautiful cock of yours get tired, there's still a lot of fun to be had with it..." The dragon's voice had that 'caring' tone from before, the one Emett knew was fake. He looked up at the dragon with confusion, but at the same time, he pressed back against the pillar, like he always did when the dragon was about to touch him. The wolf made himself growl again.

"I see it's beginning," the dragon said, but it wasn't the dragon next to him that did. Emett looked towards the table again and, sure enough, Deveth was standing there, staring at him. Yet, Deveth was also right by his side. There were two of them! The one by the desk approached him, now smiling as Emett looked between both extremely confused. They both looked real in every way.

"Aww, is the puppy confused? Can your inferior mind not follow up on what's happening?" That was the new Deveth speaking. He sounded exactly the same as well. The other dragon got close to him. Emett had two of him standing right in front of him, the one that appeared out of nowhere by his left and the one that just approached by his right.

"You see it, don't you?" The one Emett deemed as the 'real' dragon said. "Isn't it beautiful? Brilliant? Perfectly fitting?" His hand came to Emett's cock. It was in the process of retreating, but the dragon started stroking it again. His arousal was the last thing Emett wanted to think about at the moment, but there was no helping it.

"I did say your punishment was just beginning." That was the second Deveth speaking. He too brought his hand forward to cup Emett's balls and he swore he could feel it. He stared down at that hand reaching it and he swore he could feel those fingers trailing against his furry nuts.

"It's a mind trick," the 'real' dragon said, speaking again. Emett looked at him and saw that he had a malicious grin all over his face. "It's not technically real, but it is real for you. If your mind can see it, then it can feel it." Emett looked at the other dragon again. He wasn't real then, as he suspected, but staring at him he could not make out a single feature that didn't look real. Every scale, every mark, every color and every feature looked exactly the same between them both. Even the second dragon's expression was the dragon lord's usual look of derision.

"Do you know why I'm telling you this, Dog?" The real Deveth asked. "Because it doesn't matter if you know it or not. He is a reflection of the impression in your mind. He does what you think I would do, even if you don't want to think it. You have absolutely no control over it, and you never will." Emett heard a tone of deep satisfaction in the dragon's voice. He wanted to deny it. Looking at the dragon, the wolf immediately strove to will it away since it was something from his own mind, but the fake dragon snorted at him as if he knew what he was trying to do. The dragon chuckled, then his hand massaging the wolf's balls went up to his knot. The wolf looked down to see him touching it, teasing the most sensitive part of his shaft. In his state, Emett hadn't even realized he was back to full hardness, but with both dragon hands there, one stroking his cock slowly and the other teasing his knot, a drop of precum came from his tip again. He found that he could tell, for the real dragon's touch felt more... 'firm' than the light teasing coming to his knot, but it was still there. It couldn't be, if the second dragon wasn't real, but it was! He could feel it, he swore he could feel it.

"Do you want proof?" Deveth said, grinning. The real one. Emett's eyes had been too focused on the touching on his cock, but he looked up at the dragon again. The wolf was back to trying to ignore the pleasure, as impossible as it was, or at least try not to show how much it was affecting him.

"Screw you. It's not working," the wolf lied, forcing a growl towards the dragon. Deveth just chuckled lightly. Both of them did, in fact.

"Is that so?" The dragon asked the question with amusement. "We will see about that in a moment." The dragon lord's hand came back to his chest. Emett had always hated how the dragon managed to make the touching feel like he was some kind of object. Some well groomed dog that the dragon was just appreciating. The wolf could also see, however, the hunger in the dragon's eyes. Enjoyment. There was something in there he couldn't quite place. A hand came to his cock again, which made him look down and tremble. Emett hated how they never let it go, how they managed to keep his cock throbbing and dripping in that humiliating way as if he liked any of that! The hand on his cock sped up again. The wolf had to bite his lip, stifle a moan and try not to let any pleasure show on his face. He didn't want to admit just how much he wanted that hand to stroke him even faster. How much he wanted it to make him cum, but there was no use.

"Stop touching me!" Emett growled weakly. The dragon completely ignored it. In fact, he did the opposite. The other dragon came closer, feeling up his chest again and Deveth, who was really stroking him, started feeling up his thigh as well by caressing his fur and kneading his muscles. The touching felt invasive in every way and that bothered Emett a lot, but the importance of it slowly started to fade as he felt himself drawing closer to climax again. Again, he tried to hold back. The wolf was panting softly, but he held back from moaning and kept a forced frown on his face. Maybe the dragon would make a mistake and make him cum by accident? Just thinking that made Emett's face grow hot with shame. He didn't want to cum for this dragon like this, he told himself, but he knew it was a lie. He already wanted it badly.

Ultimately, his efforts were for nothing. When his cock was pulsing, knot fully formed and ready to 'tie' with precum dripping from the tip, ready to burst, the dragon stopped right away. He cleaned his hand from any precum on the wolf's other thigh and then his hand moved up to feel the wolf's abs, so close and yet so far from his throbbing, denied member. Emett groaned in sheer frustration and, again, that made both dragons chuckle.

"No pleasure for bad dogs." The fake dragon said.

"It's pitiful that you think you're even remotely close to earning release," the real one added. "I think it's time I properly enjoyed you again. I've had enough playing."

Emett raised his eyes to look at him, but they grew wide with terror when he saw the dragon was holding the collar again. There was barely time for the wolf to struggle. The leather touched his neck, enveloped it, and then Emett felt his mind slipping away as Dog took over.

The next ten minutes went on in a flash. Suddenly Emett was blinking again, confused and disoriented while the collar left his neck. He found himself lying on the large, soft fancy bed of the room, chest down, and with both of his arms extended to the sides and tied to the bed's corners by the same rope that had held him to the pillar. His ankles had the same treatment, but they had a little more slack to them, enough to let him be on his knees with his rump in the air even if his chest was pressed down against the bed.

"What the hell!" Emett managed to say. At first, he growled, confused on how he had gotten there, but if he really thought about it, he knew the answer. He could remember Dog being eager to please. He knew he himself had lied on the bed like the dragon ordered, the rope around his ankles feeling extra tight because he had tied them himself after the dragon had ordered that. He remembered the dragon praising his wagging tail while he fastened the rope around his wrists and the memory made his face burn with embarrassment. The wolf growled right away, but then his ears perked up. He felt a hand right on the back of his thigh and he realized the dragon was sitting right there, by his left side.

"You look great like this. Vulnerable, exposed, at my mercy. It's how you were born to be." The dragon held that same amusement on his voice, but Emett could detect the lust, too. He tried to look back, but the position made it hard to do so.

"Shut up! Untie me!" The wolf replied desperately. He struggled against the ropes as he always did, but they felt so damn tight this time. He could barely move at all.

"Don't make me bring that muzzle out, dog."

Emett turned his head. That voice came from his right side. He felt another hand touch his back and he realized the dragon was there, too. He could see him better this time, enough to realize that Deveth was now naked. It made his ears fold themselves back with worry. Emett felt more movement over the bed and his head again turned to see the dragon on his left side coming closer. He was naked as well. Emett realized he had the memory of the dragon taking his regal, robe-like clothes off to reveal the hard, draconic cock he knew and dreaded.

"Oh, you look great likes this indeed..." That was the dragon by his right. His hand came to his back, caressing him, petting him like he was some dog. Emett struggled harder against the rope. It troubled him deeply that he could no longer tell which one was the real dragon and which one was the fake. Both were touching him, both sounded and looked exactly the same. The wolf didn't think things could get any worse until one of their hands reaching under him to start lightly stroking his cock again. The wolf noticed he was still rock hard and that the touch was still very effective.

"How I missed these evenings, just you and I, in bed," the dragon to the left said. Emett thought that must be the real one. He was also the one stroking his cock, which made Emett shift slightly to the right to avoid him.

"You remember how I used to make you sit under my desk while I worked? Had you tend to my cock with your muzzle for hours on end? And all you did was wag your tail and ask for more."

The wolf turned his head. That was the dragon to the left speaking. His mind got filled with doubt again. Both dragons left his sight, though, as both shifted back. Emett realized he was panting, nervous, but he was glad the hands had left him even if a little less glad about the one leaving his aching member. Any relief he felt didn't last long, however. It was soon replaced with a much worse kind of dread as he felt something hard brushing against his rump, and then positioned right against his entrance.

"No!!" Emett said right away. "No! Not that! Get away from me! F-fuck!" The wolf struggled more desperately. The dragon chuckled behind him.

"This is the first time I take you without your collar, isn't it?" The dragon made a point of grinding his hard shaft right against the wolf's exposed entrance. "I always thought it was too much trouble to bind you down for that, but this time I think it's worth it. A fitting punishment."

"Bastard! Get the hell away from me! You can't do this!" The wolf was growing more and more desperate. He knew there was no way out.

"I can't?" The dragon asked with his voice dripping with mockery. That was also when, without any hesitation, he pressed himself forward. Emett let out a sudden whine feeling the dragon's member breaking through his resistance as he shoved several inches of dragon cock into him at once. Considering their size difference, the dragon was bigger than any wolf he had taken before. It made Emett's hands curl into tight fists and his whole body tense. The dragon's member slid in with ease, which made him think back and remember.

He himself had lubed up the dragon's member just a little while ago, with the collar on. He did it while worshipping the dragon's cock, spreading the slick lubricant over the dragon's shaft until it was shiny from top to bottom. The memories were upsetting, but there was no time to dwell on them. Another loud grunt came from Emett as the dragon gave him no time to rest. He shoved himself forward again, leaning over the bound wolf's back as he did. Emett could hear the dragon panting above him, but there was also that pleasurable groaning he knew so well.

"Too much for you, Dog? Of course it isn't. You've done this so many times..." The dragon mocked him. Emett remembered indeed that he had taken this same cock over and over, many times during his many weeks of captivity. In each one of them, however, even with the collar on, even as Dog was proud and happy to 'please his master', he remembered that it hadn't been easy. The dragon was too big to be comfortable even if Emett had any liking for taking males under his tail, which he definitely, definitely didn't.

"T-take it out!" Emett said with a gasp, holding back a whimper. In response, the dragon pushed the last inches into him, sinking himself to the hilt inside the wolf. That's when he gave Emett a small pause. At the same time, however, a hand came to the wolf's own cock again. It had started to flag once more because of the strong sensations of the initial entrance, but all it took was a little teasing, that soft stroking, and it was back to full hardness at once. Another hand joined in on teasing his member. He was sure that one of them belonged to the dragon in his mind, which couldn't be the one fucking him. At least he hoped so. And yet, he could feel them both touching him. The other dragon was by his side, laying there and watching him with a smile.

"I can feel you aching for it. You were born to serve." The dragon laying there said. His paw moved down to the wolf's knot, squeezing it with a soft touch that made Emett bite his lip.

"No!" Emett pretty much shouted against him in denial. Deveth laughed softly above him.

"You're pathetic. It's a good thing you have such a wonderful body." Saying that, the dragon started pulling back, bringing Emett's attention back to him. The dragon started fucking him. Each thrust was a gasp, a whine, a yelp at first, and yet there was little Emett could do about it.

Even as the thrusting continued, the hand on his cock didn't relent. It started stroking him harder as well, making him painfully hard and eager, dripping on the bed even as he was fucked by the single dragon he hated the most. Emett tried to will that away, at least. If the dragon was on his mind, he wanted it to stop. Again, his efforts were futile, however. All that did was make the dragon stroke him harder. The wolf wasn't sure if there was even any real stroking happening on his cock. He could see both arms from the dragon fucking him by his sides for support, but he could feel it! He felt it on his member, those claws going up and down pretty much milking his dark red, knotted member pointing downwards. As much as he hated it, the faster the dragon fucked him, the less he felt the pain and the more he felt the pleasure.

It reached a point where Emett was sure he was going to cum. He hated the idea of cumming while the dragon was fucking him more than anything, but by the gods, he wanted it. Emett pressed his muzzle against the bed sheets to make sure he wasn't going to moan when he felt himself drawing closer and then... He should have expected it, but he didn't. It stopped. The stimulation stopped. It wasn't even the real dragon stroking him, but he stopped when he was close! Emett's eyes snapped open with urgency, glancing at the dragon on his side to see him chuckling with an evil grin plastered all over his face.

Deveth, above him, was too busy fucking him hard to notice any of that, or at least he thought so. The stimulation from the fucking kept him right on the edge, so very close to cumming, but it wasn't quite enough. Emett felt desperate. He went as far as clenching back on the dragon's cock pressing into him, of trying to lightly thrust the air to give himself the last bit of stimulation he needed. He might get there. The bound wolf's face burned with embarrassment and shame, realizing he was now actually trying to cum handsfree to the dragon fucking him, but he needed it too badly. He could reach it, he felt. Emett thrusted harder against the air. If he could find anything to give him just a bit of touch... He found that imagining it worked. He imagined his own paw around it, stroking him, squeezing his knot....

And then Emett gasped. He couldn't hold back a moan this time. The wolf let out a drawn-out moan of pleasure because he felt a hand touching his cock. It was ten times more solid than the one that had been 'stroking' him before and a small glance to the side proved that this one was indeed the real dragon's hand coming to his member. It was the stimulation he needed. Emett felt himself blissfully going past the point of no return, felt his cock throbbing while that hand trailed down the length of his cock. Only once it did, but that was all he needed. He felt the familiar sensation every male knew of the incoming pleasure and bliss and he moaned, but then, suddenly, it stopped.

Emett's eyes went wide. The hand returned to his cock, rubbing it, but it wasn't really all that it was rubbing. The dragon had stopped his fucking, cock deep into the wolf's tailhole, to rub the wolf's pulsing member around the ring he had slid down around it. Emett didn't have to look down to know what ring was sitting right above his knot, now feeling warm and pressing tight around his cock as if it was just a little too small for it. The cursed, damned silver ring that would deny him of any orgasm and, surprisingly, had managed to deny him right in pretty much the middle of one.

"No! No!" Emett said with despair. He struggled against his bindings once more. He needed to reach down to his cock, finish the orgasm he was just about to get, take that ring off no matter what! Yet, it was hopeless. The dragon laughed above him and the dragon at his side soon joined in. That hand feeling the ring moved to start stroking the wolf's cock instead. A real, solid touch stroking him that made him gasp anew and moan one more time as he felt himself right on the very, very edge. His orgasm ready to return, to resume from the point it had stopped, but with the ring Emett felt that incredible yet now familiar frustration of just not quite reaching it, no matter how close he felt he was.

"Bad dogs don't get rewards," Deveth said from above him. The dragon moved to continue fucking him, bringing another frustrated moan from Emett, and this time his hand didn't leave the wolf's cock.

"This is just the beginning of your long months without pleasure, Dog," the dragon at his side said. It made Emett groan in both pleasure and frustration. He felt another hand touching his knot. He could swear it was squeezing it, simulating the tie he craved more than anything, making him linger even closer to the edge he couldn't reach. It also made the dragon above him moan with the same pleasure, yet a more fulfilling one. Each time Emett's cock throbbed, dripping precum while his body thought it would reach the orgasm he needed in the next few seconds, Emett couldn't help but clench on the dragon's invading member. The fucking got faster, more intense, and everything was just more frustration to the wolf and more pleasure to the dragon.

It didn't take long from that point. Deveth pressed himself forward on top of the wolf, his thrusts going deeper now, and within moments, the dragon groaned above him just as Emett felt the warmth of cum filling him. That was another feeling he remembered as Dog, but one he found he hated much, much more when he could feel it by himself. He was being taken by another male, like... like some bitch. Though these thoughts went through Emett's head, making his face burn with shame, all he could really think about was cumming. The hand stroking him stopped while the dragon cummed, but the one teasing his knot only got more determined. It squeezed it, rubbed it, teased it in ways that would drive any wolf crazy.

It left Emett's cock always lingering on that edge. Even when the dragon was finally done, when he collapsed right above Emett, pushing the wolf down against the bed and forcing him to let his hard cock be pressed against the soft sheets and the fur of his stomach, Emett still moaned. That movement alone could have made him cum, if the ring allowed it, but the frustration had no end.

"...Please!" Emett had to say. He hated himself for saying it while the hateful dragon huffed above him, regaining his breath with his hard cock still inside the wolf after fucking him. He hated it, but he needed it. He needed it too badly. The dragon took his sweet time to answer him.

"How many times have I taught you not to beg for your own pleasure while I'm busy taking mine?" Deveth asked from above him. That was something he had taught Dog long ago, Emett remembered, but he couldn't care less. Emett had to gasp again when he felt the dragon withdrawing from him, pulling out in a sudden movement to stand up. The bound wolf felt cum dripping from his tailhole when the dragon pulled out, which only made the feeling of deep shame he had even worse.

"I can't take it, I need-" Emett started, glancing back at the dragon, but then his eyes went wide when he saw the dragon lord returning to the bed with the collar and harness in his hand. "No! NO!" The wolf started struggling again, but the dragon calmly came over the bed, bringing them closer and closer.

"If you can't obey me properly, I know who can. Don't worry, though. I know you will be watching."

Emett tried all he could to stay away from the collar, to fight it, but there was nothing he could do. The leather was pulled around his neck, the buckles were closed around it, and no matter how much he clinged to it, he felt his mind slipping away, felt the new ideas creeping up, the new priorities, the new feelings... and then he smiled.

Dog adored the ache, the light pain and the feeling of the dragon's cum slowly dripping from his tailhole after the master fucked him. It meant he had the opportunity to make the master feel good. Dog didn't really like how much he felt his own member ache. The need burned within him, but he also knew that the master liked him like this, so he was able to draw happiness from it. Even bound as he was, Dog's tail started wagging up in the air. He felt his wrists getting released, but his movement felt... weird. His paws didn't quite obey him. The master, however, pulled him up so that he could fit his harness around his chest and then, within moments, everything was normal again. The last pieces of ropes were removed and Dog was free again. He got out of the bed in a hurry, knowing he was not allowed in it.

"Good dog," Deveth said quite casually, grinning.

"Good dog indeed." The other Deveth said as well. Dog looked at him curiously, but his tail wagged even harder. He could remember what he was, but he didn't care. It was his master. Deveth picked up from the table a loincloth. The same one slaves used, but this one was clean and new. He threw it for Dog to catch.

"Put it on. I have work to do and you're a slave now. This ridiculous castle doesn't really approve even of your kind walking around naked." The dragon rolled his eyes at that. Dog immediately tied the loincloth around his waist, though with his cock still hard and throbbing as it was, it was just a piece of cloth hanging over it, hiding absolutely nothing. The dragon looked at him with amusement, chuckling, even.

"I have a new task for you," Deveth continued, the evil grin on his face making even Dog's ears fold back a little. He stood at attention, however, eager to please. "You will walk like that all the way to this sorry castle's dungeons. Your little conspiracy friends are there. You will show them their fate. I want you to go there and jerk off in front of them. Ask them if they'd like to fuck you. You will do that for, hmm..." The dragon rubbed his chin. "Four hours sounds fine enough." Deveth shrugged and, just like that, he turned his attention away from the wolf, putting his clothes back on. His orders were given.

Dog's ears folded back a little more. He hated when the master told him to jerk off with the ring on. It was torture and four hours were a lot, but he didn't dream of disobeying. Something at the very back of his mind, that something he didn't like, screamed at him, too. Something about the humiliation, something about a sense of duty, something about shame, about Lord Regnar... Dog shook his head. He stood at attention, shrugging that off.

"Yes, master!" Dog simply said, and turned to leave the room. As soon as he left, he looked at the other master that was still master, walking by his side, looking at him walking with a slave's loincloth barely hiding his hard, throbbing cock with a grin of deep amusement.

"Why don't you stroke yourself while you walk? I'm sure your orders would be better fulfilled if they saw how hard and eager you are when you get there." The dragon's voice was dripping with evil amusement as he ordered it, just as Emett, or Dog, was sure the real master's would be if it was really him.

"Yes, master," Dog said, moving his paw to start stroking himself lightly. The first slave he met on the hallways gave him a look of shocked disgust at his state, but he ignored it. He had a task to fulfill for the master and that was all that mattered. Dog's tail kept wagging while he walked.