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The Dragon Lord's Chambers

For 3rdHarleyJoe

By Draconicon

If another lord proves he is as stupid as he looks, I swear I'll disband them all and start from scratch.

Draconicon shook his head as he forced himself to walk rather than stalk away from the meeting room, shaking his head repeatedly over the struggles he kept falling into with the lords of the land that he was trying to assemble. No matter how many times he proved that they were out of their league with talk of replacing him, or of ignoring his commands, someone kept popping up that believed that they were better, smarter, or more qualified than the last traitor that he'd smacked down. No matter how many times he proved that it wasn't possible, some new idiot thought that they were the exception that'd knock him off his post.

And then they get some idiots that are desperate enough to give it a try, and I have to cull a portion of them. And the other lords that don't side with the traitors are just waiting to see if they'll be successful enough to be worth backing, rather than being loyal to me.

The black dragon overlord snorted. It was a train wreck of a government, but it was all that he had to work with. He had to do something with it, or nothing would get done in the world. And if nothing got done in the world...

He looked out one of the windows of his palace, shaking his head at the lands that sprawled out before him. According to the old books, they were once green, and the river was blue instead of the harsh red-green that it had become since the cataclysm that the inhabitants of the world had brought upon themselves. He shook his head again, and turned back to the hallway, making his way down it with a single destination in mind.

After all, even dragon overlords needed a chance to relax from time to time.

Eventually, the black dragon reached the great iron doors that marked his private chambers. He stopped in front of them, and gestured, the doors opening at the motion. He stepped inside, large, bare feet tapping against the floor with dull thuds against the stone underfoot.

The doors shut behind him as he stepped into the massive chamber, one wall entirely devoted to great openings that allowed the air from outside to sweep through the room. The breeze was one of the only ways of keeping cool, these days, even in a structure that was made to hold out the heat as much as possible. The majority of the room was kept clear of furniture, with only a series of pillows strewn cross the floor in various organized piles and a single mattress that was suspended from the floor via means both mechanical and arcane.

The dragon chuckled as he looked at the bed, knowing that it would be occupied by multiple people tonight rather than just himself. And as for his partner...

My slave seems to have been quite attentive to the room, he thought as he glanced around, not seeing any dust or debris around. But from the sounds of it, perhaps not so attentive to the commands I placed on him, heh.

He'd heard it from the second he'd stepped into the room, the soft little moans and the gentle slap-squelch of someone pleasuring themselves. It was coming from the little sleeping niche that he knew that the possum had set up for himself for when he had leisure time during the day, of which there was plenty.

Particularly since he started earning it, the dragon thought, shaking his head with a little pride. The slave had been a little difficult at first, more focused on his lust than anything else, but it had been simple - not easy, but simple - to shift that lust and use it as a focus for the boy to serve him rather than simply run around and expect rewards for nothing.

The black dragon stripped off his robe, letting it fall down his sleeves and then hit the ground behind him. Beneath it, there was nothing. There was no point in a dragon overlord wearing much beneath their clothes. It left one stifled, and the feeling of one's shaft swaying back and forth was perhaps the most enjoyable thing in a casual setting.

Such as now, as he walked from the doorway to the bed, his cock swinging back and forth between his legs, the soft pat, pat, pat of the head hitting his thighs making him smile to himself. His tail swayed along behind him, low with the tip flicking around his ankles, and he wondered if his slave was looking at him from the little niche, staring down at his master's feet the way that he often did.

He didn't look, of course. It was better to allow slaves to believe that they were invisible, at times.

As he sat down on the edge of the bed, he clapped his hands. No sooner had the sound finished echoing around the room than a side door opened. From it stepped a pair of rottweilers, as naked as the day that they were born, and probably just as eager to explore and be told what to do, for that matter. He had bought them as slaves from a previous lord before the lord had to be executed, and their eagerness to do what he said seemed to know no bounds.

He did that much right, I suppose, he thought, thinking of the shark lord that had been deposed. He shook his head, and pointed to the sides of the bed with both hands. The slave canines stepped forward quickly, moving to stand at the left and right of the suspended bed, and they raised the fans that they carried to begin their duties.

"Good boys."

He nodded at them, and they blushed slightly in return, turning their attention to serving him properly.

As they fanned him, he reached down between one of the canine's legs and grabbed the slave by the balls. There was no twitching away, no sudden tensing up. If anything, the dog seemed to relax a bit more, those muscles along the slave's frame getting less obvious and more soft, like he appreciated it. The dragon chuckled, bouncing the balls up and down a few times before letting go.

"You are well-trained boys."

They didn't answer, but they did both blush and smile. He nodded at them, and leaned back, resting on his arms as he glanced around the room. It didn't take long for him to look over to the side and see his dedicated slave, the possum, Harley.

The little guy was busy, alright, though not with the usual cleaning duties. The possum was on his back, one hand up at his chest and fondling the little points that were his nipples, while the other was down low, rubbing at his cock underneath his loincloth. The tent under the cloth told him that the little guy had been playing with himself for a while, and with the hint of a sandal underneath the pillows that formed the slave's bed, he knew what had been the inspiration, as well.

Heh, it is good to see him having fun, but I do need him to remain focused. And particularly when I am in the room.

The dragon's shaft twitched slightly as he considered what he might do with his slave, but he didn't make an immediate move. Instead, he gestured to the rottweilers on either side of him, and the fanning slowed. They stood like statues, erotic models for him, and he casually nudged their cocks one by one, giving one of them a stroke before reaching out to the other, teasing them to hardness.

It didn't take long, of course. They were both pent up, as most of the slaves in the palace were. The dragon ensured that they all knew what they needed, and that was his permission to get off. It was better to rule a bunch of slaves that knew that their needs were dependent on him than to have them thinking that they had the freedom to enjoy themselves at their leisure. The more that they knew he controlled, the better, as it meant that he didn't have to fight them so often. Everything that he gave them would come to be seen as a reward, rather than a thing that he had denied them for his own pleasure.

Draconicon looked at Harley. He had given the possum perhaps a little too much freedom, if the little guy had been stroking himself like this. Perhaps a little cage in the future might be called for, something to keep his dick out of his hands until he had earned the chance to cum. Or perhaps, one of these days, he would need to take the freedom of touch away from him entirely, leaving him to enjoy the pleasures of a cock up his ass more often than anything else.

But that time wasn't here just yet, and he had other ways of getting the possum's attention.

The dragon stood up from the bed, making his way over to the little niche carved out of the wall. Not once did the possum stir or turn away from his own self-pleasure, and the dragon shook his head in amusement at Harley's little needs that kept him so distracted.

It was only when his shadow fell over the possum that his slave finally looked up, and Harley's cheeks burned hot.

"I thought I taught you better than this, little slave."

The dragon chuckled, bringing his foot up, and then down. His toes spread easily around the bulge in the loincloth, and he pressed firmly to pin the hand beneath the cloth in place. He pinched his toes together, and the possum gasped.

"Your urges do not rule you. I do. Remember?"

"I...I remember, master!"

"Do you remember what else you are supposed to do?"

The possum squeaked, blushing worse as he covered his mouth. Yes, that rule had been forgotten in the heat of the moment, apparently. He shook his head slightly, his toes occasionally twitching around the shaft beneath them. It was clear that the possum had been having entirely too much freedom of late. He would have to figure that into the future assignments.

He dragged his foot up, and then down again, the laziest of strokes along the possum's cock, and Harley gasped under him, whimpering softly and shivering. The dragon knew that it wouldn't take long to push his little slave right over the edge, and if he wanted to do it, he could. He could push Harley right to the edge of orgasm and then hold him there, with the possum helpless to do anything but whimper, moan, and whine for more until he was either released or left to have blue balls.

"You know, it is clear that you need to have a little more discipline. After all, who saved you from the wastes?"

The possum nodded at him, at least remembering the restrictions on speech this time. The dragon nodded.

"Very good. And who was the one that allowed you to indulges your urges as a duty, rather than restricting it from you as a reward that you had to earn?"

Once more, Harley nodded at him, and the dragon nodded back.

"Yes, that was me. You know that most lords would have turned you into a simple slave of labor, leaving you in the fields, or around the manor, never getting what you craved until you were able to earn it, and competing with other slaves to get what you wanted. You know that that has always been a possibility, but never with me. Do you know why?"

Harley shook his head.

"Because I know what you need, and I know that you will behave better if you get it. I know what you require, because I know what I require. And that...is worship."

He brought his foot up from the loincloth, pressing his toes to the possum's lips. Just as he had been sure would happen, Harley opened his mouth wide and sucked them in, tongue already playing along the undersides of the toes and licking, sucking, fondling them with tongue and lips. The feeling of the possum's eagerness and worship was as pleasant as ever, and he chuckled to himself, wiggling his toes along that flicking tongue. The boy was just as eager to please now as he had been that first night...

He pushed his foot back and forth, fucking the slave's mouth with his toes for a few minutes before finally pulling his foot back. He dragged the slippery digits down along Harley's loincloth, then turned towards the bed. He felt the eyes of his slave following him, those eager little orbs staring down at his feet, more than likely, and possibly further up. The slave had been getting more eager about oral service of late, and he wouldn't mind encouraging that at some point.

Regardless, the dragon didn't place any hurry on his pace, nor did he feel any need to take it slow. He just walked back to his bed, and sat down on the edge of it. The rottweilers were there, eagerly holding their fans and looking down at him with the arousal he'd left them with, and he chuckled as he patted their crotches again.

Harley looked at him from across the room, the possum looking utterly humiliated at the sudden tease that had ended so abruptly. He shook his head, and curled his toes in a summoning gesture as he leaned back on the bed, almost lying down but for the fact that he was propped up with his arms.

"Come."

The possum got to his hands and knees, rapidly crawling across the room as was proper for someone of his stature and state. It didn't take long for Harley to be on his hands and knees before him, and the dragon smiled, dragging his toes over the possum's face. The slave's eyes followed his foot this way and that, and he could almost hear the sound of the tiny cock that Harley had snapping up and slapping against the slave's belly. It would be all too easy to tease him, to nudge him, to edge him and then tell him to stop.

Perhaps he would. Perhaps he would deny Harley the chance to cum as punishment for not tending to his own restrictions.

He curled his toes again as he considered it, whispering another order.

"Suck."

The possum nodded, eagerly diving forward and pulling the dragon's toes back into his mouth. One by one, the possum moved from toe to toe, working it into his mouth and then moaning as he sloppily sucked on it, bouncing and bobbing his head along the biggest of the little digits without the slightest hesitation. It didn't take the dragon long to get hard, himself, and he reached down, fondling his cock to the sight of the little possum getting so into the foot worship that he was unable to stop himself from face-fucking himself on the toes.

"Hehehe, look at you, little slave. You have learned much in how to pleasure someone, particularly as you've learned to treat my toes as little cocks."

The possum blushed, but there was no stopping in his worship. If anything, he seemed all the more eager to give what he was allowed to give, thrusting his head forward and sucking more, deeper, further. He panted and gasped regularly, and the dragon had to use his tail twice to keep Harley from reaching down for his own cock.

It was serving well as a lesson of the rewards that a slave would earn, but not so well as a punishment for what might happen for a slave that overstepped himself. The dragon looked to the sides, at the canine slaves fanning him, and chuckled.

"Cease."

And just like that, Harley stopped, pulling his head back and making sure that his lips were nowhere near the dragon's toes. A good show of devotion, he had to admit. He sat up a bit further, shifting towards the edge of the bed more, letting his cock hang over the side.

The way that the possum looked up at his cock, it was clear that there was still mixed feelings in the slave about what he was being asked to do. It was one thing for the little guy to worship feet, apparently. It was something else to suck cock, particularly as he wasn't entirely gay, or even bisexual.

Heh, and that makes it all the more delicious, the dragon overlord thought. Twisting the mind, warping desires around that central need, making it so that he can't think of anything but how to earn the feet that he craves. It burns in his mind, making him do anything that he can to earn it. Even if it's something that he would never, ever do outside of that situation...like this.

He pushed his cock tip downwards, the tip tapping the possum on the nose. Harley looked up at him, face flushed as red as it could possibly be, and the dragon said the words that he knew that the possum was half-hoping never to hear.

"Suck this."

To his credit, Harley showed no hesitation as he leaned forward. The only hint of hesitation came from the tiniest of winces that the dragon only knew was there because he was watching for it. Anyone that had just ordered the possum to serve would never have seen anything, and he chuckled as he leaned back to enjoy the feeling of that tongue. It lapped along the head of his cock, and then down along that curve, working under the head and along the sensitive spots beneath it.

Soft, warm, wet, and almost eager, that tongue worked over his cock and slid down along the sides, moving to the base before coming up again. He could see the slight embarrassment on the possum's cheeks, the way that the little foot slave had been giving himself to the moment, and -

Yes, he is learning to enjoy himself...rather massively, by the looks of it, heh.

The possum's cock had yet to go down, already throbbing and bouncing and eagerly spitting pre across the floor. There'd be no softening there, not for some time. The fact that it was still so hard when Harley was wrapped around his cock like this was just delicious, particularly compared to how soft the slave had been all those weeks ago when they'd first met and done something like this.

"You have become a remarkable cock-sucker, do you know that?"

Harley blushed again, but kept on licking, sucking without using his hands. It was a devoted slave position, something that he wished that some of the other slaves would learn from. He turned to the rottweilers on either side of him, gesturing down at the possum with a small chuckle.

"This is what you should aspire to, slaves. This is the treatment that all masters deserve, and he knows it. He offers it without question, and without hesitation. He just offers everything that he has, everything that he is, for me to play with and mold as I see fit. The chance to have the pleasure of my touch, the chance to earn what he desires most, is all that he craves."

Harley was whimpering at that, but he could smell and see the possum getting harder and harder. The feeling of having the little slave getting so turned on by serving him had the dragon rock hard, and he was resisting the urge to cum down the slave's throat right then and there. He wanted to make damn sure that the horny little possum got exactly what he needed. Not just what he wanted, but what he needed.

He pulled back slightly, not much, but just enough for his cock tip to slide out of reach. Harley started to lean forward, but the dragon reached down, stopping him and holding him in place for a moment.

"You...slave..."

"Mmm?"

"You are mine."

He growled, pulling Harley up to him with his tail around the possum's neck. He forced his lips against the slave's, holding it there for a moment before ramming his tongue forward. The slave tensed up under him, the possum gasping against the kiss in pure shock, but there was no stopping it. His tongue wrestled Harley's down, pinning it in place as he tasted and licked and swilled his tongue about inside of the possum's mouth.

It was just a pure statement of ownership, of claiming the little slutty thing as his own, reminding the possum that everything that he was, everything that he had, came from the master that he had chosen. Draconicon growled under his breath, stroking the possum's face before he pulled back, snarling and grinning.

"Hehehe, you will remember this, possum. You will remember your place until the end of your days."

Harley nodded, panting and blushing, and a glance down proved that the little slave had learned something else, too. He rather liked being kissed, considering how much his cock was throbbing and pushing past the edge of his loincloth. Draconicon smirked to himself, and pushed the slave back down to his knees, his cock throbbing over the possum's face.

"I'm going to use your face for my pleasure, now. I would suggest getting a deep breath, boy."

Nodding, the possum took a few deep breaths, including shoving his face forward and breathing from the dragon's balls rather than from the air around him. The new devotion only made him smile that much more, particularly as he pulled the horny little possum back and lined up his cock with his slave's mouth.

"Boys...this is how you treat a good slave. This is how you give them what they need."

Draconicon thrust forward, his thick cock parting the possum's lips and forcing its way down towards the slave's throat. It was hot, tight, and wet, particularly due to their size difference. A seven foot tall dragon and a possum that didn't even completely clear five feet was something that showed a lot of difference between them. The fact that his cock could even fit in Harley's mouth said a lot about the possum's natural flexibility...or perhaps just a lot about the little guy's need to be sucking dick.

He chuckled, working himself deeper, further, his cock throbbing all the way down. He groaned as he pulled back a little, feeling the possum's tongue pinned under his cock's sheer girth, and then pushed forward again, grinding his cock down and over the possum's tongue and into the back of his throat. Harley grunted, coughing a bit under him, but the dragon didn't stop. He knew what his slave could take, what he needed, and he wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted, as well.

Further, further, each thrust taking him further down the possum's mouth and throat, getting closer and closer to that tightness at the very back. He could feel Harley squirming, panting as he wriggled slightly against the dragon's grip on his head, but not once did the possum actually try and pull away. If anything, he was just squirming to get comfortable, to be able to breathe through the treatment that he was getting.

Such a good boy, the dragon thought, and then thrust forward hard.

The possum gasped, spluttering and going still as he was completely impaled on the dragon's shaft. Draconicon didn't stop there, continuing to thrust and rut the little guy's face, fucking it hard and fast now that he knew that the possum could take his cock all the way to the base. He felt the little shivers that went down his slave's body, felt the way that the possum clenched up and tensed up every few seconds as the dragon's cock went down his throat, but he knew that would pass. Slowly, but surely, it would pass.

In and out, in and out he went, grunting and panting on his own as he used the possum's face for his own pleasure. He ground himself all the way in, holding himself up to the hilt as the possum clenched down and sucked on the whole length of his cock, holding his shaft there as his balls bounced and throbbed at the feeling of imminent release. He moaned under his breath, petting the possum's head for doing so well as he thrust again and again and again, battering his way inside.

Face-fucking was the only way to describe it. This was no longer a blowjob, or simple oral. This was face-fucking, using the little slave as a toy for his cock, and letting himself enjoy everything that he was getting out of it. The sensation of his cock popping into the tight back of the possum's throat was all the better for it, and he groaned under his breath every time that he felt Harley swallow around him.

The two slaves at either side were fanning him, still, but he could feel a slight twist to their work. He glanced back, saw that they were hesitating about touching themselves, one hand over a cock but not actually wrapped about it.

"Fan me, first, and then we'll talk about your rewards."

The dogs nodded, going back to fanning him properly, and he went back to fucking Harley's throat and face.

The possum, to his credit, never fought. He just went limp, panting and gasping for breath, his mouth drooling around the dragon's shaft and then down to the balls. Every now and then, he felt a slight squelch through the oral that he was forcing on the little guy, a splatter of spit or pre or something inside that bounced around and rolled out without warning. It was messy, but oh so pleasurable.

In and out, in and out, in and out, his balls slapping against Harley's chin again and again, each thrust delivering a single, powerful message. He knew what it was, and so did his slave, he was sure.

You are mine.

Your body is mine to play with.

I care for you, and you obey.

Everything you are, you owe to me.

And you love it.

His tail reached down, rubbing the possum's obvious erection, and he grinned as he felt the little guy suddenly tense up. He tightened his tail into a tight ring around the possum's cock and balls, keeping him from going over the edge, making damn sure that he got to finish first. He thrust harder, faster, deeper, slamming himself forward again and again until -

"MMMPH!"

The dragon came, and came hard. Each pulse of his cock sent another rope of cum down Harley's mouth and throat, filling him up and then leaving him dripping. The possum did his obvious best to hold onto as much cum as possible, but it was hard for the little guy, he could tell that much. The size difference didn't help to begin with, and the fact that dragons tended to cum as much as they did...

He chuckled, pulling his cock back, allowing the possum to get a clear breath of air. It was rather adorable, seeing him so eager and needy, but he knew better than to think that it was over. As Harley sucked for air, the possum looked up, nodding his thanks for his 'gift', and Draconicon nodded back.

As the dragon sat on the edge of the bed again, he lifted up one of his feet, pushing it against the possum's cheek. No sooner had he done it than the little guy started attacking his foot, worshiping it, sucking along the side of the sole and then working up to the toes. The feeling of that tongue flicking between the toes and then along the side of his foot was surprisingly good, particularly considering the way that the possum had been staggered so hard by the rough face-fuck.

The rottweilers turned to him, again, and the dragon chuckled.

"Alright, alright, slaves. You may jerk off over the little guy. You've earned that much with all your restraint."

The pair of canines moved quickly, making their way to stand at either side of the possum with their dicks in hand. They stroked hard and fast, and some of their pre oozed out onto Harley's bare back, their eyes closed as they panted and groaned in pleasure from the little reward that they were getting.

All the while, Draconicon watched with a smile on his face and a slight shake of his head. His foot was worshiped properly by the little possum, but he had his mind somewhere else.

He is useful, and such a lovely little slave, when it comes down to it, he thought, wiggling his toes and watching Harley chase them down, eagerly sucking one after another even as he was drenched by the pre of other slaves. He does what he's told, and he enjoys every minute of it. He willingly corrupts himself for my pleasure, and he takes his time to let me train him, even when he doesn't entirely need it. I don't think I could have much better of a slave than this.

The black dragon smiled, deciding to give the little guy a reward. He lowered his other foot, the one that had been cleaned before the blowjob, and pressed his toes to the very head of the possum's cock. He felt the twitching, the need, the edge of the orgasm that was just begging to be let loose.

And then...he clenched. His toes squeezed tight around the head, drumming on it, never entirely letting go of it, just alternating the different levels of pleasure around the tip.

It was just enough for the possum, and Harley came with a deep moan around the dragon's toes, splattering the others with so much pent-up seed that he was half-sure that his toes would be white for the next week. He chuckled, encouraging it with more squeezing, more drumming, pushing that cock to cum as much as it could.

After all, it wouldn't get another chance for a while.

The End