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Lance the Cursed

Chapter 2: Worth the Price?

For Talosar

By Draconicon

The train trip back to his old hometown wasn't something that Lance ever enjoyed, though the trip itself wasn't the problem, this time. Sure, the long train journey with a rolling landscape that he was overly familiar with and the general discomfort of the seats after spending hours in them wasn't wonderful, but it was better than focusing on the alternative that lay between his legs. The alligator would have taken any distraction to not have to deal with that right at that very moment, but he wasn't given much in the way of...anything, really.

He groaned as he shifted his weight around in his seat, trying not to look down at his crotch. The feeling of his cock growing down his pants leg and begging for attention was hard enough to ignore. If he looked down and saw just how swollen he knew his dick was, he would be in even worse trouble.

Mmmph...no doubt about it now, it's a true curse.

The alligator had tried to dismiss such an idea, at first. After all, he'd had his share of magic with an old partner of his, and he didn't really want it in his life anymore. However, with so many days having gone by, and orgasm as far away as it had ever been, he knew that he had to face facts. There was no chance that this was just medical; he could have had that fixed. There was no chance that it was psychological. He'd used everything that he could find to get him off, and nothing worked.

And the meeting with that kangaroo...

Lance narrowed his eyes out the window, tapping his fingers against the train table as he thought back to that meeting. He tried to keep his mind on the things that were said, the bit of information that his stalker had given him before they separated. Something about a cult, changing the world...

And a lot of feet pressed against his cock.

Mmph. Not something you need to think about. Just...keep your mind focused...

But that was hard. So very hard, now that he hadn't had an orgasm for almost a month. His cock throbbed and strained against the fabric of his jeans, and he bit his lip to keep himself from whimpering at the way that it begged constantly for attention these days. He wanted to let it out, have a little fun with it, but he was in public, and the bathroom was occupied.

Just make it another hour, and you can go somewhere...I don't know. Somewhere private to deal with it, but not here!

Lance shook his head, tempted to get up and head to the dining car to get a drink, but he knew that his erection would be seen from a mile away. The last thing he needed was more mockery, or worse, teasing about how big he was and getting his ego boosted even further. His cheeks burned at the very idea, and he tried to push his brain somewhere less filthy.

There was one easy place for that, and though it didn't kill his erection, thinking about Oscar definitely stopped it from getting any bigger.

He snorted as he thought back to his ex. The dragon had been...something of an interesting figure in his life for some time, someone that he could rely on for a good time, and for more than that, for a great bit of roleplay and humiliation and...

Heh...

He chuckled, shaking his head. It had been overall...okay with Oscar, but the dragon had been a little too far into the whole reptilian superiority thing for his tastes, and he'd jumped ship when it was clear that it went past roleplay for the dragon. It was something that made him feel all sorts of wrong about himself and other people, so he'd gone and left without so much as a word.

And now...

He sighed.

Now he needed Oscar to help him figure out what the hell was wrong with him, and what he could do to fix it. The information about the rings that they wore - a ring with a ruby set into it, with a jet circle around it - was all that he had, and he hoped that his ex could set him up with a real expert to get something figured out.

The problem was, he was almost sure that the dragon would make him pay for it, and not in money.

Lance leaned his head back, groaning in mixed arousal and frustration.

What did I do to earn this as my life?

As usual, there was no answer, one of the many things that frustrated him about those that worked with magic. If the spells and powers of different curses and magic chants worked, why couldn't there be gods and demons that would answer questions, too? It seemed so unfair for those that didn't have the time or ability to study magic.

#

The train pulled into the busy crossroads town, and he departed, shaking his head and pulling his suitcase off of the train with enough force that he nearly knocked a few people over. Apologizing as fast as he could, he made his way down from the station, trying to ignore the bulge in his pants as he reached the street level. His hand was already in his pocket, fumbling for his phone, and he tried to resist the urge to stroke himself to keep his bulge from getting any more pronounced.

It was a losing battle, and he barely managed to pull his hand free of his pocket without grabbing hold of his dick instead. He tapped it twice, once to unlock it, and once to bring up the call screen. A single button press had the outbound call running, and he waited.

Lance only had to wait for three rings for the call to be picked up, and the familiar, deep voice of the dragon on the other end sent shivers down his spine.

"My, my, my. And here I thought that you had disappeared from the face of the earth, slut."

"Mmmph. I'm not gone, Oscar, just busy."

"And what has you calling me at this hour of the day? I expected to have a goodbye at least a few months ago, not sometime so far in the future."

"I was busy for a while. I'm sorry about not calling before."

He wasn't, really. Oscar was someone that he was happy enough to leave at the back end of his life, but there were times when one had to bite the bullet and admit what they needed. This was one of those times.

"Look. I need some help getting in touch with Jonathan. Do you still have his number and address?"

"Jonathan, hmm? Tell me your tastes haven't changed that much. I thought that you'd at least have the respect for yourself to look for someone your age."

"I'm not looking for him for that. I have...I have a problem, and I need some serious help with it."

"Serious help, hmm? And what's to say that I can't?"

"I'm pretty sure that you aren't studied enough for this."

"Hmmm."

He heard the hesitation on the other end. On the one side, it was a blow to the other dragon's ego to be told that he couldn't help with something. That was a trait that all of them seemed to share, an ego the size of a city. They wanted to be the biggest and most powerful wherever they were, and if they weren't, they had to find a way to change that fact.

On the other hand, he was asking for help, not demanding it. He was pretty sure that it would buy him a point or two from the dragon, maybe enough for him to get into the meeting without having to -

"Meet me for dinner tonight."

"Your house?"

"Our house."

The phone call ended, and the alligator looked down at the flashing screen as it went dark. He shook his head and pocketed it, not looking forward to this, at all.

Or at least, most of him wasn't.

Still thinks that we're together, hmm? That's not going to end well, tonight or ever.

#

He occupied himself in a small motel room until the evening, spending time working his cock with his hands and seeing if it would cum again. The whole time, he worked it with the palm, the fingers, even by working his tail up and grinding against it instead of just rubbing it with his hands. Every bit of stimulation got him worked up, got him leaking, but nothing was sufficient to knock him over the edge and give him that climax that he needed to feel better.

It was with a drippy cock and a wet pair of underwear that he left the motel around five o'clock, making his way down to the bus station and stepping onto the one heading to the north side. He knew where the house was. He hadn't been there for a while, but there was no way to forget this route, considering the things that he had seen on it so many times. He blushed as he remembered one time when Oscar dragged him along this bus while he was drunk, half-naked and getting more naked and exposed as the ride went on.

Damn it, stay down! he thought at his cock as it started rising up from the memory. The last thing he needed was to deal with a hyper-active erection in a public space, and that was a risk at the moment.

He looked out the window, letting the familiar shops pass by, and tried not to think about what was going to happen when he reached the house. Likely, Oscar was going to ask for some proof of love or something else like it to make him embarrassed, to get him all riled up, and pay for the abrupt departure all that time back. He didn't need to know the dragon to guess what was going to happen. He had heard it in the tone of voice over the call.

You're mine, and I'm going to remind you where you belong.

It had been spread all over the dragon's voice, like butter over toast. There was not going to be any escape from a reminder of Oscar's ownership tonight, and much as his common sense was not looking forward to it, his libido was soaring higher than ever, not helped by the curse in the slightest.

Eventually, the bus pulled into the next station, and he stepped off. As the great silver cruiser headed off, he turned his attention to the street behind him, and looked at the various tall manors that dotted the side of the road.

They weren't true manors, of course, but rather very large houses. They stood over the street, looking down from two, sometimes three story structures, and the statues and horticulture that decorated the front yards was ostentatious to the extreme. The only wealth that could buy and update the area that much was dragon wealth, and they made sure that everyone knew that it came from them.

He shook his head, walking up to the one that belonged to Oscar, a three-story house that was made of black rock and red brick. The gate opened quickly, and he saw the front door opening several hundred feet of driveway away. He shook his head, bracing himself as he walked forward, and waited for the dragon to call out for him.

Oscar never did. He just stood there at the top of the steps, arms folded and looking down at him. Lance blushed slightly, rubbing the back of his head, already embarrassed and trying not to let it take over.

The white dragon shook his head.

"You left the house months ago, and now, you come crawling back for help. You better believe that this is going to cost you, my old lover."

"Old, hmm? As I recall, you're the eldest of the pair of us."

"And that is because I'm a dragon. You, on the other hand - but that is not what I meant, and you know it."

"You replaced me already, hmm? And how did you do that?"

"It is not that difficult. All come before the dragons to worship, as you should well-remember, slut."

He shook his head. That little nickname had stuck far longer than it should have, and he supposed it would never really get shaken off. That said, he was looking forward to a chance to prove that he was anything but. The alligator walked up the steps, and then offered his hand.

"Look. I know that we parted on bad terms, but I need your help. Whatever I can do to make it better, I'll do, but I need to talk to Jonathan as soon as possible. Will you help me on that or not?"

"Hmm, I already knew you were desperate, but anything?"

Oscar was giving him the slightest of chances of backing out. It was perhaps the only favor that he could have expected from his ex, considering the sheer pride that was involved there, but it was something more than he had anticipated. Even so, he knew that it was useless to him. There was no getting out of this, not when he had come this far, and not when the situation was that desperate.

"Anything."

The white dragon took his hand, the little white gloves that Oscar wore soft and warm against his fingers. The alligator winced slightly as the dragon squeezed, but he didn't pull back.

"Excellent. Now, come inside. We have a price for you to pay, and I can tell that you're already willing to pay it."

"Tell? Well by what?"

"By that bulge of yours."

Lance blinked, and then glanced down. As soon as he did, he saw the tent that had popped up in his pants, and he groaned.

"That's...part of the problem. It's not you it's - oh god..."

He paused as he stepped through the front door of the manor, finding himself face to face with a half-dozen suited dragons, each one of them from some soiree or other that Oscar had held in the past. The high life had turned rather hedonistic before he'd left, so he...well, remembered how they all looked without their clothes, to put it mildly. Each one of them turned to face him, their eye ridges quirked up in confusion and curiosity.

He set this up...and he set me up...

Oscar was already speaking, gesturing to him.

"Everyone, you remember my former slut, Lance."

They nodded without question, and Lance's cheeks burned at the humiliation being leveled on him. He made a personal decision that he would make sure that Oscar paid for this, even though his cock throbbed still, making the bulge all the more obvious as the dragon continued.

"He will be our guest for dinner tonight. Don't allow his presence to disrupt what you'd like to talk about. After all, he has been present for many of our parties before, and I'm sure that the little slut would appreciate being welcomed back into a life that he turned his nose up at, before."

Come on, that...that's not called for...

The other dragons chuckled, while Oscar led him along the familiar path to the dining room. As the other dragons kept talking, he was pushed along, pushed and prodded, until they were at the great table. They would have a little while, he was sure. The other group would be busy chattering about their lives and lays for some time, and that meant -

"So, tell me. What is this curse that you need to see Jonathan about?"

"You...you could see it?"

"I can feel it. And as much as I hate to admit it, you were right. It's far beyond my abilities to help you with. Not with the limited magic I know."

"Nnngh. That's not what I wanted to hear."

Lance shook his head a few times, even as Oscar walked down the length of the table. The dragon picked up a bottle of wine, turning and pouring it for himself before looking back at the alligator. He gestured, and Lance realized that his ex still wanted information. He rubbed the back of his head, trying to think of a way that he could say it without humiliating himself, but...well, there wasn't any way that he could think of. Praying that the dragon wouldn't decide to use it against him, he just...said it.

"I'm cursed so that I can't cum."

"A chastity spell?"

"Not quite. I...well, not like yours, at least."

"Ah, they were such things. Unable to even touch your shaft, as you recall. And unable to cum, either, unless I said a trigger word."

"Well, this one's a bit meaner than that. I can touch myself, and I can get horny as all hell, but...but I can't cum."

"How long have you been dealing with it, slut?"

"A...about a month."

Oscar whipped his head around, an eye-ridge raised up, and Lance blushed worse.

"It's not my fault, okay? I know that there's someone that wants me like this, and I've been seeing stalkers for a while. They...disappeared recently, but it's not like they've just stopped watching me, I'm sure."

"Hmm, that is flattering yourself a little, slut. You are sexy, but I doubt that you would be that exceptional. Most people would simply see you as a good lay, so why aren't they doing that?"

"I don't know. Do you think I'd be here if I did?"

"I think that you should never have left. So, tell me how that reflects on my judgment?"

"I..."

He groaned, shaking his head. This was a mistake. He could see that much now. If he'd come here and just gotten in to see Jonathan, then it would have been worth it, but now? This was getting so far out of hand that he knew he would be beyond humiliated by the end of the night. The smart thing to do would be to go.

But...

But he needed this. Jonathan was the only dragon he knew with sufficient magic that might be able to point out where he needed to go next. If he didn't get a chance to talk to the dragon...then...

I can't be stuck like this forever. I can't.

"Look. What do I have to do to actually get your help?"

"Slut, are you speaking back to me?"

"..."

The little shudders running up and down his spine were more familiar than he liked, particularly around Oscar. The white dragon had a way of making him feel like he was a complete slut and submissive around him, an aura that just pushed at him and made him want to bow down and bend over. He had to fight it right then, just as he'd had to fight it every day of their previous relationship. He bit back his immediate response and started over.

"I am asking what I am required to do for this favor."

"That's better, slut."

Oscar took a sip of his wine, and then gestured with a familiar wiggle of his finger for Lance to strip. The alligator's eyes went wide, and the dragon chuckled.

"Did you think it would be for nothing?"

"No, but I thought -"

"SLUT!"

The alligator shut up again, his cheeks burning hot at the constant ignorance of his real name, shoved down and away in favor of the one that the dragon liked to call him. He groaned, shaking his head a few times as the white dragon continued.

"If you want my favor, my old love, then you will do as you are told. You remember how to do that, don't you? To obey?"

"I...I remember."

"To give in..."

"Yes..."

He blushed, his cock throbbing as it pressed at him, his libido begging him to go along with it. It was like, if he bent knee to Oscar once more, his cock would see it as him bending to it. And there was a very big part of him that enjoyed the idea, more than he was comfortable with.

The white dragon walked over, and blatantly grabbed him through his jeans. Lance arched his back, shivering and panting as he was fondled and squeezed, and he blushed hard as he felt his cock getting stroked over his pants. The dragon chuckled in his ear, whispering.

"Yes, you remember what you are. A simple slut. A little thing that couldn't ignore his own cock, so you came to me to have it controlled properly. You are better than the furred ones, but you are nothing compared to a dragon. You are helpless to your urges, helpless to anything but your own pleasure. That's why you came to me before. And that's why you're here now. You need someone to control you."

"Mmmph...That's...that's not..."

"That is a mark of control, you little slut. You know it, I know it. That curse has controlled your cock and in turn, begins to control you. Such an easy way to take control of a weaker man, to take control of his cock. It begs to be let out now, doesn't it? It wants to be on display. You want it to be out in the open, to show off the way that you used to."

Exhibitionism. That was what the dragon was pushing, and it was something that he had far too much fun with in the older days, when he was still with Oscar. His cock throbbed so hard, oozing, dripping, begging to be touched and begging to get off. He thrust forward despite himself, grinding his cock against Oscar's hand, sliding it along in the other dragon's grip. He wanted to cum, wanted...

Mmmph...no...think...

But it was so hard to think, and so much easier to just grind and thrust and hump against anything that would give him the stimulation that he wanted. He was so close already, right on the edge. He whimpered, shivering as the dragon's hand clutched at him...and then pulled back.

"Take it out, slut."

"Mmm...please...don't...don't do..."

"Take it out."

The command was there, and this time, he couldn't resist. Oscar was pushing down at him with all that pent-up dominance that he had almost forgotten, and he was helpless against it. His fingers moved of their own volition, moving to his crotch and grabbing his zipper. He hesitated, but one little lifted eye-ridge kept him moving, his fingers dragging the zipper down and pulling it to the very base. His cock was already swollen, begging for release, and all it took was a claw-tip to the button of his jeans to break it apart.

His cock flopped out, and then rose up, the thick shaft pointing towards the ceiling of the room in short order. He whimpered, his cheeks burning bright red as he exposed himself to the dragon.

Oscar stared for a moment, not in shock, but in amusement. The little smirk on his face and the way that he shook his head was not what he had expected, nor was the way that the dragon turned away from him after giving his cock that cursory examination.

"You will sit by me for dinner, slut, and you will keep your legs spread wide."

"Why?"

"Back talk, slut."

He shut his mouth, even though his cheeks burned hotter than ever. The feeling of being mastered again was overwhelming, and the need to submit - both to his own urges and the man that fed them - was driving him mad. Oscar gestured to a seat by the head of the table, and Lance did as the gesture commanded, taking a seat in it and pulling himself close to the table. There was just enough space for him to get in close enough to avoid having his cock on display, and the smooth underside of the table ground against the head of his shaft in a way that was more pleasurable than he liked.

Oscar sat beside him, and no sooner had the white dragon slipped into place than he felt a tail grabbing him around the midpoint of his cock. It was hot and slippery, in its own way, though the slipperiness might have come from all the pre oozing down the side of his cock. He groaned, biting his lip as he leaned forward over the table, and Oscar chuckled.

"I would work on finding ways to hold back that reaction, slut. If you don't want everyone to know what you are, what you are becoming, you're going to be having a hard time keeping it from them with an attitude like that."

"But...you know...sensitive..."

"Either you keep it secret, or I shall reveal it. Your curse will be a most interesting topic of conversation, if you allow it to happen."

"You...you would..."

"I would do many things, slut. You belonged to me before, and you will belong to me again if you will not master yourself. Someone will have to keep control of you, or you will become nothing more than a pole-rutting, ass flashing deviant on the streets. Is that what you want, hmm?"

He did not, and yet he did. Some part of him, the part that the curse was working on, he was sure, was slutty enough and horny enough to do that much. Hell, he was half-sure that it would go around as a prostitute, if he gave it enough leeway and power and need. The horniness that had been building up for a month begged for some sort of outlet, and he was forced to remember all the time he had spent with Oscar before they separated.

The dragon had been keen on the whole mastery of others thing, and more keen still on keeping those that he deemed lesser in constant need, showing them off at parties as they dripped and throbbed, and in public when they were in constant desire for more attention. He remembered having his cock on lockdown for over a week one time, and he remembered how hard it had been to keep from becoming a total sex demon when he had the chance. Only the iron control of his then-master had kept him from losing his mind.

And now, he had the experience of it again. The slow stroking of his cock by the dragon's tail under the table had him oozing already, dripping down along the white length onto the floor, and he tried to ignore the slight musky smell that was slowly rising through the air. He shifted back and forth on his chair, his cheeks burning as his cock continued to throb, continued to pulse with each stroke that it received, and he wished that he had come anywhere but here.

The other dragons walked into the room, and he didn't say anything as they took their seats at his side, and on the other side of the table. Some of them twitched their heads from side to side, as if they'd caught the scent of something, but nobody said anything. Doubtless they had their guesses, but he knew that they wouldn't say anything directly unless they had proof.

Oscar had that much power, at least.

The conversation began, but Lance had all of his attention focused on his cock from the start. It was hard to be very focused on the chatter about this politician or that scandal when he had to focus on keeping himself from moaning, or worse, keep himself from thrusting up against the tail around his cock. The constant tugging and teasing was driving him mad, and his toes curled tight inside of his shoes as the stimulation continued at a constant rate. Everything was burning, everything was fire, everything was pure, blinding need.

"Slut."

Oscar's voice and his title was the only thing that cut through the need, and he looked up. He knew he had to be sweating at this point, his scales shiny along his face and snout. The dragon smiled, his tail slipping away, replaced with -

Don't react, don't react! he commanded himself, as he felt scaly toes pinch and squeeze around the tip of his cock. Oscar kept talking as if nothing had happened.

"Tell me, how long will you be in town?"

"...Long enough to get things done."

"And what, pray tell, are these things, slut?"

It was the one situation where he might have been able to show off a bit, the chance to exhibit the changes to himself without judgment, and only play. Yet, that was the one thing that Lance was holding onto. He had gotten this far without succumbing to the need that was flooding his cock. He had not given in to the desperation and started fucking himself or going out to play with others like that. He...He was still a normal person. He could still pass as a decent guy, without being a total pervert. That was...that was still possible.

But fucking hell, that teasing was making it hard. The toes were pinching and squeezing around the thick head of his cock, forcing more and more pre out of him, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could take it. His eyes were watering with need, and his cock was pulsing and twitching.

Please...please...just let me cum...I need...I need to cum.

"Slut. I asked you a question."

"I'm...here to find...some help with magic."

"And what sort of magic are you looking for help with? Perhaps one of us can help you, slut, for the right price."

Oscar had trapped him. He had fucking trapped him. Lance shook his head, the alligator having to bite his lip as the toes slid down along the sides of his cock, spread wide by his shaft but not letting him loose.

"I asked you another question, slut. Tell us. I'm sure that one of us can help you..."

"You...you know what it is...I...I need..."

He gasped as those toes pushed down to his balls, and the other dragons chuckled.

"One more time, slut. What do you need?"

"I...I need..."

His mind slipped, his stimulation driving him crazy. He needed something far more than just to get the curse off of him. He needed what would come after. Lance's tongue worked before his brain could catch up.

"I need to cum..."

"I know you do, slut. Show them."

His body moved without his will, and he was backing up before he realized what he was doing. The alligator stood up, his cock bouncing and throbbing, his training to obey the dragon something that was coming rushing back without anything to slow it down. His cheeks were on fire, his mind was burned free of thought, and only his bobbing dick remained as a priority. He needed to cum, and he needed to do anything that he could to make it happen.

"Mount the table, slut. Take off your pants on the way."

The alligator did as he was told, panting and shuddering, and he soon stood naked from the waist down on the table. He didn't look away, just stood there, his scaly toes digging into the tablecloth, his cock bobbing and oozing into an empty cum. One of the dragons lifted the goblet up, tapping the glass edge to his shaft, and Lance shivered and moaned as he was used as a drink dispenser.

"Turn and display everything."

He tried to stop, but his libido and his old training had him in its full grip. His cock, so hard and needy, was pushing him to do the stupidest things in hopes of something impossible happening. The alligator turned, one hand on his ass cheeks, spreading them, the other pushing his cock up from below. He oozed in a long, slow, silver stream around his feet, drawing a dark circle of pre into the tablecloth as he moved around. His cheeks burned hotter than ever as he showed himself off to the crowd of dragons, and they all smirked at him as they looked him over.

Talks of the curse started to circulate around the table, with Oscar giving his information, and the other dragons chiming in. They mentioned several ritual possibilities, the idea of harvesting magic from lust, and other little ideas that made no sense to him. All that mattered was that they reached up from time to time, jostling his balls or stroking his cock or doing something else that felt good.

Bit by bit, Lance's thoughts were consumed by need, and when the first dragon pulled him off the table and pushed him down with his tail in the air, he had no thoughts left at all.

#

Hours later - it had to be hours - he woke up with a groan. Realizing that he was still naked, his first thought was to find his clothes. Realizing that he was in a bedroom that had to be one of Oscar's, he knew his clothes would be somewhere else entirely.

Both of those realizations were half-expected. Turning his head and realizing that he was in bed with his ex, however, was not.

Holy cow, what did I do? What the hell did I do when...when...

No sooner had he looked back then he had the further reminders of what he'd done. From the throbbing and oozing feeling of a fresh-fucked ass to the taste of cum in his mouth to the dribbling, ever-present need in his front, Lance knew that he'd been put through the wringer, and still hadn't had the chance to finish. His cock was as sensitive and needy as it had ever been.

"Nnngh..."

"Finally awake, are you, slut? Good."

Lance looked over his shoulder, seeing the white dragon sliding out of bed.

"I'll have a servant bring you some fresh clothes, and after you bathe, I'll take you to see Jonathan."

"Seriously?"

"Of course. I fulfill my obligations, slut, even if you don't."

"..."

He rolled over in bed, groaning. That sort of confusion and humiliation was exactly the reason he'd left.

The End