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The following morning went past Fenzil in a blur of activity. He woke up tangled up with Ormz and Krikkit in their warm embrace, and it took him a moment to realize that yesterday had not been just a dream. His body ached and tingled pleasantly, with the afterglow of hard physical exercise, and laying in intimate caress with someone else made him feel more relaxed than he had ever been. Fenzil nuzzled them with the top of his head like a cat, breathing in their scent and tasting their bodies, and when they woke up they too welcomed his attentions with kisses and soft words.

Ormz and Krikkit got up to wash themselves in the woods, which seemed odd to Fenzil because he did not remember any streams or lakes nearby, but they assured him that they would not take long. Left on his own Fenzil studied his body, and found it as kobold shaped as ever after his accident. His balls had kept growing while he slept, but seemed to be content to stay roughly apple-sized for now, still sensitive even though they had been thoroughly milked in the previous night. Thinking about sex made his cock twitch in anticipation; back when he was a dragon he had been too nervous to approach anyone, but now the act felt entirely natural. He was a stranger among wild kobolds and a fraction of his earlier size, but to his surprise his newfound confidence overshadowed even his old body.

Fenzil wandered outside and breathed in the sunlight heartily, as if he had just woken up from hibernation. He saw that the other kobolds were busy taking down the camp and packing up big slabs of game meant for their families back home. He waved at the tribeskobolds and they replied to him cheerily, but he could not shake the feeling of being a bystander to the events--or worse, a tourist. Ormz and Krikkit returned from the bushes, their hides still moist and glistening, and scooped him along grinning and laughing. They both had a sharp smell lingering to them that neither saw fit to explain, and Fenzil made a note to ask about that later.

They had smoked venison for breakfast, which was not Fenzil's favorite, but being fed by Krikkit holding strips of meat between his teeth and kissing him with every bite made it taste delicious. Afterwards Ormz mixed white clay with his spit, and painted stripes on Fenzil's face and chest with slow, deliberate strokes. He explained that they were markings of a Seeker, a youth turning into an adult, and Fenzil had to agree that the comparison was an apt one.

"I am unfamiliar with your ways, but at least now others won't judge me so harshly when I make a blunder!" he said, and beamed when Ormz traced his personal sigil over Fenzil's heart.

"Yeah, everyone's gonna think that you're harmless!" Krikkit laughed to Fenzil's chagrin, but then Ormz joined him and Fenzil resigned with a good-natured sigh.

At that point the Chieftain crossed the field and walked towards them with determined steps.

"Good morning! I hope these two have treated you well, Youth Fenzil?"

"Oh I'd say we treated him all night long," Ormz grinned and stroked the small of Fenzil's back. The touch made Fenzil arch himself and he nodded, blushing.

"Good, but now I need to take the newcomer off your hands for a moment. I have a desire to speak with him in private," the Chieftain continued.

Ormz shrugged, and said that they would be busy while taking down their tent anyway. The Chieftain led Fenzil off to the treeline, and spoke to him with a sincere voice.

"Youth Fenzil, I studied your potions last night, and they were of masterful quality. I ask you again: You swear that you made them with your own hands?"

"Yes, I made them!" Fenzil replied emphatically. He had been praised before, but this time he actually felt pride in his skills.

"I shall be frank with you: I am not getting any younger, and I need to train a replacement for myself before my time comes. Youth Fenzil, I have chosen you to become our tribe's next potion-maker!"

Fenzil was taken aback, and did not reply immediately. He hated lying to people, but he could not say that he had never intended to stay a kobold any longer than necessary.

"I, I don't know what to say... this sounds like a more... permanent arrangement than what I was thinking of." His voice trailed off and he avoided looking at the Chieftain.

The Chieftain took hold of Fenzil's shoulder. "Our tribe and our way of life are in danger. The settlement of dragons nearby is growing stronger day by day, and we need all the help we can get if we are to survive. Can you truly find it in your heart to abandon us in our darkest time?"

"But we- I mean, my old tribe never had any trouble with dragons!"

The Chieftain shook his head softly. "Oh you sweet innocent summer child. You are still young and naive, and know nothing of the ways of the dragons."

Fenzil gulped nervously. "Not all dragons are bad..."

"I'm not saying that dragons are wicked. It is enough that they are selfish, prideful, and powerful. It is only a matter of time before they decide to make slaves, or worse, of us. It is in their nature to dominate the weak and the small, after all--dragons do not talk to you, they talk of you."

Fenzil found it hard to argue with that, and simply turned away to look at the kobolds busying themselves with preparations. Their possessions were simple and tools crude, but they seemed happy to work together and helped each other without questions.

"I would teach you the secrets of the fertility salve, if that helps to sweeten the deal..." The Chieftain added slyly.

That got Fenzil's attention. "I meant to ask you about that... I have never encountered anything like it!"

The Chieftain nodded. "It is made from mushrooms growing in a sacred cave, hidden from outsiders. Our greatest treasure is our youths after all," a brief smile smirked on the Chieftain's face, "And the salve ensures that we are very, very wealthy in that regard."

Fenzil narrowed his eyes. "Are there... other applications for the mushroom paste? Have you ever tried to refining it into another kind of potion?"

The Chieftain's expression turned cold, and when he spoke again his words had a measured, distant tone to them. "What, exactly, makes you ask that?"

"Aheh, just idle curiosity I guess..." Fenzil fidgeted, "You know how the difference between a remedy and poison is just a matter of dose? All kinds of herbs have dual purposes..."

The Chieftain pursed his lips and tapped his fingers as he tried to read the mystery that was Fenzil. Eventually he gave up and shook his head. "It is better if we continue this discussion after your return."

"My return from where?"

"The sacred cave, of course."

--

Ormz helped Fenzil down the side of a shallow ravine, and they stopped to rest at its bottom. A small brook trickled along it and fed the moss-covered walls with moisture, making winding turns until it disappeared out of view into a thicket of ferns. Above them loomed the steep rise of the Hollowhill Ridge, a bare and inhospitable expanse of jagged rocks and sudden drops.

"You can take off your blindfold now," Ormz said as he rummaged through his pack.

Fenzil pulled down the bandana that had covered his eyes for the latter half of their journey, and sat down with a grunt to rub his sore feet. He was not used to walking such long distances, and despite being guided by Ormz's hand the thick forest had given him a multitude of bangs and scratches as souvenirs of his passing. The stalwart warrior spoke little as he took out a little jar of fragrant paste, and dabbed it into Fenzil's cuts one by one. It stung at first, but then spread a warm glow into his tired limbs.

"Morndew, yellowleaf, and willow bark," he said as he watched Ormz working.

"Excuse me?"

"It's a classic recipe, stops wounds from getting infected. Good for sore throat too, if bitter to ingest." Fenzil's voice had a sing-song note to it, as if he was reciting an old lesson.

"Huh. Didn't know that." Ormz finished and straightened up. "Sorry about the secrecy, but it's the only way. Everyone is initiated here, but only few are allowed to know the cave's location."

"You've done this before then?"

Ormz's crotch was at Fenzil's eye level, and he lifted his loincloth to show off the massive orbs hanging between his legs.

"More times than most, that's why my boys are so huge." He chuckled to himself. "I think that in the future I'll give the honor a pass though, otherwise I won't be able to even walk!"

Despite being bred just a while ago Fenzil could not deny the effect seeing the huge balls had on him, and he licked his lips nervously. "Doesn't Krikkit get jealous?"

Ormz laughed in surprise. "Why would he? He's very pleased to be mated with the most virile warrior of the tribe."

"I meant... because you're doing it with others?" Fenzil ventured.

Ormz looked long at Fenzil. "You have some weird ideas."

"Sorry." Fenzil muttered.

Ormz shook his head. "Never apologize when you haven't done anything wrong. Thinking differently is not an insult. That's your first lesson for today." He helped Fenzil up and grinned. "Let's get going, shall we? The fun part is still ahead."

He pushed through the ferns with Fenzil in tow, and after a while the two of them emerged from the greenery and stood in front of the steep rock wall. It had a narrow crack at its base where the stream flowed through, and without a second thought Ormz squeezed himself through. Fenzil tried to follow but almost immediately his plump tail and hips got stuck in the grip of hard rock. The cold flash of panic tightened his belly, but Ormz had already disappeared from sight. Desperate, Fenzil shimmied himself lower, down until he was crawling on his hands and knees in the stream. Round pebbles in the riverbed bit into his soft flesh and water splashed into his nostrils as he crawled through the tunnel, sputtering and half blind, until suddenly he emerged on the other side into a vast, cavernous space.

Fenzil stood up awestruck, his scrapes and fear forgotten by the sight in front of him. The cave was high enough to accommodate his treehouse easily, with many tiers of stone ledges stacked on each other like giant's steps. Rows of stalagmites rose everywhere like a petrified forest, dripping with ancient water in a timeless echo of underground rain. Glowing moss illuminated every surface with green fairy light, its spores floating in air like fireflies and drifting along almost imperceptible currents.

"Welcome to the sacred cave," Ormz spoke with a hushed voice, "The birthplace of People and the First Tribe."

Fenzil walked around in stunned silence, wary as if he would shatter the dream if he made a loud sound. However, the cave was entirely real, and its smells of mulch and cellar dampness reminded him acutely of the strange potion that had transformed him. Ormz crouched to pick up a handful of mushrooms, pale little nubs that did not look like much, but when he split them open their insides started to turn red from contact with air. Fenzil gave him a questioning look, and Ormz nodded.

The warrior tugged at the strings that kept up Fenzil's new loincloth and let it fall to the ground. He took the blue kobold's sheath between his fingers, and pulled it back revealing Fenzil's tiny cock, not much larger than his little finger in its dormant state. Ormz rubbed the mushroom against its surface, taking care to trail a path around his bulge with its red insides, and made Fenzil's breathing uneven from arousal. He let the skin roll back and cover Fenzil's malehood again, before pushing one piece of mushroom deep inside the sheath with his finger where it stayed lodged against the base of his cock.

"That one's for me. Now open up your mouth."

Fenzil opened his maw greedily, and Ormz fed him mushrooms one by one, letting him chew on them and suck his fingers after swallowing. They had a mild, neutral taste, but after a handful of them Fenzil started to feel a slowly growing burning sensation on his tongue, and saliva pooled in his mouth. Ormz fished out the piece from his sheath, now coated in his dick slime, and ate it with relish.

"That got your juices flowing, it's enough for now," Ormz said and took Fenzil to rest on some mossy rocks.

Fenzil made small grunts and shifted restlessly as the effects spread throughout his body. He felt heated but not sweaty, the burning sensation mellowing out as it traveled into his belly and ever downwards into his crotch. A dull pressure started to build up in his balls, as if he needed to pee but his bladder was empty, a tension clenching him from the inside and growing into a throbbing ache. His mouth still watered and he needed to lick his lips constantly to stop drooling, and his cock begun to display the same symptoms. His pink rod protruded from its sheath glistening with a thick layer of gooey precum, and more kept pouring out of its tip and over his thighs.

Fenzil huffed and moved to stroke his cock to relieve the pressure, but Ormz lifted his hand away gently but firmly.

"Hold it in, it'll make the effect greater that way."

"Ahhh, I'm getting so horny... I can't take it much longer!" Fenzil panted and groaned in reply.

Ormz pushed him on his back on the soft moss and sat on top of him, pinning both of his arms above his head.

"Just endure it, it'll make you stronger. You can do it!" He spoke with an encouraging tone, but Fenzil's heightened senses could pick up the faint scent of arousal hidden behind his loincloth.

Fenzil writhed and hissed between his teeth, inhaling sharply every time a surge of lust welled up in his throbbing sex and crashed through his entire body, undeniable and persistent like ocean hitting the land. He could feel Ormz's heavy balls resting on his heaving chest, so tantalizingly close, and he humped the air in desperation to feel something, anything against his needy dick. When he tried to sneak his chubby tail past Ormz and coil it around his shaft the warrior tutted, and stepped on it trapping it under his foot.

"Please, I need to fuck!" Fenzil pleaded, saliva dribbling between his teeth and down his chin.

"Ohoh, you're a feisty one!" Ormz said with delighted surprise, "The effects are stronger than usual on you, so maybe..."

"I'll be a good boy if you let me cum, I'll please you again and again..." Fenzil had not known that he had such words in store in him, yet he spoke them in earnest as they welled up from his chest.

Ormz snorted and leaned further over Fenzil, until his crotch was bumping against the blue kobold's snout. "Impress me, and I'll fuck you until you cum," he said with a hoarse voice.

Fenzil's nose sought its way under Ormz's loincloth, sniffing and puffing, and he gave his sheath a slimy lick. It jiggled as he started lapping at it in hungrily, slathering the loose, puffy member with his saliva and coaxing out the tip of Ormz's meaty tool. The warrior gave a long, throaty sigh when Fenzil took his cock in his slobbery maw and slurped on it like candy, taking care not to touch it with his teeth. The hot, throbbing rod had warm, salty taste of precum mixed with the lingering aroma of Krikkit's ass musk, all of which rippled on Fenzil's tongue and titillated him even further. He made muffled noises, drool flowing from the corners of his mouth as he gave the warrior a wet, messy blowjob, growing ever hornier as he felt the slick meat harden in his mouth, egged on by the almost unbearable dull ache in his overstimulated balls.

Ormz pulled back from his caress with an audible plop, flustered and panting, his cock squirting on Fenzil's face, and without saying anything he grasped Fenzil by his hips and tossed his legs on his shoulders. His pointy cock tip sought entry in the other kobold's soft pucker, and as well lubed as it was slid in easily. Fenzil moaned and threw his head backwards, still surprised how readily his body accepted the long member, but then the steady pistoning hammering his sensitive insides was already bringing him close to the edge. Fenzil's fingers dug in the ground as he felt a lurching sensation in his crotch and his balls swelled up noticeably bigger before his very eyes, jiggling in rhythm of Ormz's thrusts.

As if something had been lodged loose inside him Fenzil climaxed, launching a thick wad of gel-like spooge on his chest and belly. The pressure in his balls did not relent, however, and despite just cumming he felt another orgasm already building up in his loins. His cock kept spurting out a steady stream of creamy semen as if trying to push an entire reservoir through his small urethra, and when he came the second time it grew into a majestic gushes that landed all over him. He was gasping for air between his orgasmic spasms, only half conscious and delirious from pleasure. Every time Ormz threw his weight behind his thrust and stretched out his tender anus Fenzil seemed to climax, his aching balls ever ready to relieve the constant pressure building up in them. He was reduced to making weak squeals by the time Ormz came, both of their bodies caked with spatters of semen, and as Ormz released his warm flood in his guts Fenzil started to drift away into blissful unconsciousness.

--

When Fenzil woke up his entire body felt sore and thoroughly used, but the dull ache in his malehood had not subsided. He was resting on a bed of moss, in the cool shade of an outcropping overflowing with fronds and vines. He looked around but did not see Ormz in the vicinity, so he waited and studied himself idly. His balls had grown to a massive size, even bigger than Ormz's, and he patted the smooth, shiny coconut-sized pair with amazement and slight worry. He had always been timid in sexual matters, and now the raw mushroom had transformed him into a prize stud, brimming with virility and stamina. He could almost feel the countless sperm--his sperm---writhing in his testicles as they sought a way out, and he shivered from the mental image of his poor balls being impregnated with his own seed.

Ormz appeared behind a corner and offered him water and berries, then sat next to him to admire his malehood.

"I have never seen anyone take on volume like that, so much and so fast. You really must come from a strange, blessed bloodline!"

"This is the first time anything like this has ever happened to me," Fenzil spoke truthfully, "But they look quite impressive, don't they?" He smiled weakly, waiting for confirmation.

Ormz petted their taut surface. "They're the best balls I've ever seen. You have received a great privilege today, Seeker Fenzil!"

"Thanks... I just wish they'd stop feeling so tense."

The other kobold raised his eyebrows. "Really? That means they're still growing. Usually the effect doesn't last that long..." He looked Fenzil from head to toes, his blue scales and yellow stripes, "...But there's nothing usual about you."

"You could say that," Fenzil muttered and looked aside.

"Anyhow, it's time I mark you like my mate. It's my privilege as your mentor, and I think you'll enjoy it." Ormz flashed a grin and slapped Fenzil's rump, indicating him to rise.

Fenzil was confused by what he meant. Krikkit did not have the same clay markings that had been painted on him, but it was true that they had gotten smeared away during their messy lovemaking earlier. Expecting another round of painting Fenzil got up to his knees, but Ormz grasped his head firmly and pulled it up close against his sheath. Fenzil did not resist the idea of giving a blowjob again and started to tease Ormz's malehood, dipping his tongue into his sheath and coiling it around his cock tip.

However, Ormz relaxed his pelvic area and suddenly a pulse surged through his cock, squirting piss into Fenzil's mouth. Fenzil's eyes bulged out and he sputtered, but Ormz held him fast. The floodgates opened and a stream of fresh, salty kobold urine shot into his maw, filling it with its sharp, tangy taste. Fearing that he would choke Fenzil swallowed, becoming nauseous when he felt the warm broth roiling in his belly, but more followed as Ormz kept emptying his bladder into him. His waste carried his body heat with it, and had the meaty aftertaste of a full grown male to it, his distilled essence, and Fenzil had no choice but to keep gulping it down. He squeezed his eyes shut and wished that the humiliation would pass quickly. Being made the toilet of another person had never even crossed his mind, and even worse the growing tingling in his own cock kept heaping embarrassment on his situation.

Eventually the gushing subsided and Ormz let him loose. Fenzil could still taste the saltiness in his nostrils, his body feeling thoroughly soiled, but when he leaned over to retch he discovered that kobolds did not have a gag reflex. The urine sloshed inside him, and he had to wait until it had passed through his system by natural means.

"W-what was that about!?" He asked with a shocked voice.

Ormz furrowed his brows. "Did you not like the taste? I have been eating roots and herbs just for this special occasion."

"You, you peed in my mouth!"

It was Ormz's turn to be taken aback. "Sharing our most intimate scent is a very appropriate way to show commitment!"

Fenzil licked his lips. The bitter taste lingered to them, and he could recognize that it was the same scent he had smelled on Ormz and Krikkit earlier that morning.

"Well, among my people we don't pee on others as a way to saying thanks!" Fenzil pouted and crossed his arms.

Ormz sighed. "Fenzil, we are your people now. You must make an effort to learn our ways if the worst comes to pass, and you are required to lead our fight against the dragons."

"But I am a dragon!" Fenzil snapped, stomping the ground in utter disbelief of what he was hearing. "I didn't even want to be a kobold in the first place!"

"Huh?"

"I'm a dragon and I got transformed into a kobold by accident, by a potion that had something to do with your Chieftain! That's the only reason I agreed to come here!" He was now shaking with anger in a wholly uncharacteristic manner, all the stress and weirdness of recent days suddenly boiling over.

Ormz looked at him suspiciously, and took a step back. "So you are a spy then?"

His anger spent, Fenzil quieted down and just hugged himself, avoiding his eyes. "No, I'm just Fenzil."

Ormz scratched his cheek, and after a while he shrugged. "Well, I don't know what to make of this. It's up to Chieftain to decide what happens next."

"Are you angry at me? For lying?" Fenzil said meekly.

"Can't say that I'm happy about that, but it doesn't change anything. You have been given to my care, and it's still my duty to escort you safely back to the village." Ormz turned around without looking at Fenzil. "Let's go, we have a long journey to make."

Fenzil watched his receding back in silence, then scurried after him.

--

They traveled without talking, giving Fenzil time to mull over what had just happened. It was true that he had enjoyed the excitement his transformation had brought to his life, but in reality he was still just as much an outsider as when he was a dragon, and the kobold culture felt alien to him. The piss episode had shocked him at first, but looking back he could see the odd kind of intimacy they had shared at that point, and even though he tried to convince himself that it had been disgusting, there was no denying that being used like that had turned him on. He wanted to apologize for his outburst but could not find words that did not sound awkward, so he was left hoping that Ormz would make the first move. The warrior, however, was content to let the silence stew between them, and so they trudged on without saying anything.

The main kobold village was further to the east, and as they crossed a wooded valley Ormz started becoming increasingly nervous, a trait Fenzil had never expected from the steadfast warrior. He tried to ask him what was wrong, only to be shushed silent again. After a while they came across a river, a shallow but wide one that would leave them in plain sight when wading over it. They crouched in the bushes while Ormz looked around intensely.

"I think it's safe," he whispered, "Wait until I'm on the other side. Don't cross until I've given the signal."

With that he sprinted forwards with a low crouching run of a small prey animal. He was about halfway done crossing the stream when Fenzil heard a loud, cracking sound behind him and saw a tree shaking like a twig.

"Wait, don't leave me here!" he panicked, and sprung up from where he was hiding. Almost immediately Ormz's fears materialized when a large dragon took to the skies with a ear-splitting roar. The beast had fierce red scales and a blackened face, a top heavy build and wide, loping wings to keep its bulk in the air. It wore a metal collar around its neck and had chains looped around its chest, making a rattling noise as it careened around in the air and beelined towards Fenzil.

"Run!" Ormz screamed, but Fenzil was frozen in place with fear. 'At least it's not anyone I know' was the only thought that passed through his mind just before the beast snatched him up with a single swoop of its muscular arm, and ascended to the dizzying heights above. Fenzil could see Ormz's pitifully small shape shrinking rapidly, waving with his arms and yelling something, while the beast's claws tightened around his body and dug into his flesh as it dragged him ever upwards.

Wind rustled in his ears and made his eyes water, his kobold body wholly unaccustomed to high altitudes, but at least it felt nice to see things from a normal perspective for once, Fenzil thought before passing out.

--

Fenzil woke up chained to a dragon.

The red beast resting close to him was huge, much bigger than even the Brewmaster, and lit by the billowing flames of the cave he looked almost as if he was made of fire himself. His face had a mask of soot painted on with crude slashes, stern features and a pair of thick, forward curving horns. His build was an impressive one, with thick bundles of muscles coiling on his arms and sides attaching to well developed pectorals--he must have been very heavy to require such strong flight muscles--a lean waist of an agile predator matched with powerful hind legs, and long, whiplike tail. He wore a collar of black metal around his neck, and had chains looping between his legs and around his chest, from which hung tongs, hammers, and other blacksmithing tools. One of the chains linked the dragon's collar with a similar one around Fenzil's neck, and made a slight clinking noise as he rose up warily. The dragon turned to look at the kobold and made a hiss, the low, serpentine noise shaking Fenzil down to his bones. A gust of smoke billowed from the dragon's maw, and for a moment Fenzil thought he was about to breath fire, but then he realized that the dragon was holding a piece of burning coal between his teeth. The dragon bit down with a crunching sound and swallowed, then a moment later exhaled smoke from his nostrils with a content sigh.

"Took you long enough to wake up," he spoke with deep, brassy voice and tugged Fenzil's chain sending him sprawling on his knees.

Fenzil wracked his brains but could not remember hearing of this dragon living in the locality. It was not that surprising, however, because dragons were a proud and individualistic lot, and it was not uncommon for one to live as a solitary predator. Without knowing whether the dragon was hostile towards Fenzil's clan or not, it would be better to keep pretending that he was just a common kobold, he decided.

"I have a question for you," the dragon continued, "And you might end up being my lunch depending on the answer."

"Y-you wouldn't eat kobold?" Fenzil gulped and wringed his hands nervously.

The dragon's toothy grin was not reassuring. "There's always the first time. Who knows, maybe you guys turn out to be delicious?"

"I'm sure it doesn't have to come to that, I'm happy to help you in any way I can!"

The dragon dragged Fenzil closer, making him scamper on his hands and knees on the hard rock, until he was face to face with the beast's cruel smile. Up close he could smell his musk, strong and bestial to his kobold nostrils, underlined with the sharp aroma of iron bleeding rust. His breath smelled like coal, and Fenzil found himself whimpering despite his will.

"Where. Is. The. Cave?" the dragon punctuated the words with leaden drops.

"I- I don't quite understand what you mean?"

The dragon snarled and tugged Fenzil dangling in the air, forcing him to grasp his collar with all his strength to avoid being choked.

"Do not toy with me! You twerps have been hiding a great source of magic from me, and kept it for yourselves far too long!" He prodded Fenzil's overgrown balls with his claw, making him squeal. "Do not take me for a fool, I can see its effects on you. Now, where is the source located?"

Fenzil twitched and made muffled noises, and the dragon dropped him unceremoniously on the floor. He sat there in a pitiable heap and tried to catch his breath.

"I don't know where it is! I was blindfolded when they took me there!"

"Liar."

With one fell swoop the dragon stepped on Fenzil, pinning him to the ground, ready to squash him like an insect. He shifted his weight ever so slightly, but even that felt like an anvil being dropped on Fenzil's chest.

"It's the truth! I'm not a local, I don't have a reason to protect the tribe!" he croaked with a stifled voice.

The dragon snarled, his teeth like a row of daggers in front of Fenzil's eyes, his hot breath washing over him like fetid breeze, but then he pulled back and snorted.

"Very well then. You are useless to me dead, and I know how to make you talk. We will do this the hard way."

He clamped his jaws around Fenzil and lifted him up, then trotted deeper into the cave carrying him like a helpless puppy. They arrived at the source of the flickering lighting, a series of furnaces fed by the fires of earth itself, around which were arranged forges and kilns of all sizes and shapes. Weapons and armor hung from the walls and from chains on the ceiling, plate mail fit for dragons and swords small enough for human hands. The smell of burnt metal and simmering oil dominated the area, accompanied by the incessant roaring of flames.

The dragon dropped Fenzil near a workbench and started fiddling with his tools, his focus on the items that he had laid on it.

"I am Ilmari the Maker, armourer of elven lords," he glanced at Fenzil, "But you can call me Master."

He picked up Fenzil again and held him against the table, then took a metal contraption between his claws and started to fit it over the kobold's sheath. Fenzil felt the touch of cold metal against his sensitive skin, then a squeeze as it was tightened around his malehood in a vice-like grip. When he looked down he saw that Ilmari had fixed a chastity cage around his member.

"W-what's this for!?"

The dragon did not reply, but continued by sliding a thick metal band over Fenzil's balls, and tightened it with a screw so it stayed firmly in place just above his testicles. It was quite tight, thankfully not enough to cut circulation, but still created a constant pressure on his spermatic cords and made his balls bounce even heavier between his legs.

"You are about to have your blessing turned into a curse, and pleasure into torment," Ilmari said smugly. "Your magic gives you great virility, but also heightens your sexual desires, and now I've denied you both. It won't be long until you're up in your ears in unspent cum and begging for release. Then we'll see if you're more talkative!"

Fenzil looked at Ilmari incredulously, and then gave the chastity cage a tentative tug. It was tiny, hardly longer than his finger, clamped firmly in place and would stop short even the slightest inkling of erection.

Fenzil gulped and looked at Ilmari. "But why?"

"You do not find the irony of the situation delightful? You kobolds have no sense of humor." He gave Fenzil's taut balls a quick, dry lick. "Your greatest asset will be your downfall!" he guffawed heartily, then grew serious. "In the meantime you can work to earn your keep. I can always use an extra pair of hands in the smithy."

Fenzil had a bad feeling about this, but had no choice except to nod in submission. He had to bide his time and plan his escape when the dragon would be distracted--and do it soon, before the constant, needy ache in his sex would grow too much to bear!

--

Over the following week the two of them settled into an uneasy routine. During the days Fenzil was kept on a short leash, under Ilmari's watchful eyes, and was made to wait the dragon, clean up soot and debris around the lair, and fetch whatever needed fetching. His nights he spent in manacles and chained to a wall to prevent him from relieving the pressure building up in his balls by masturbating. Sleep eluded him as his cock strained futilely against its metal restraints, throbbing and keeping him awake with its dull, steady ache. He could feel his balls continuing to grow, squeezing ever tighter against the metal band and their ducts getting clogged with overflowing sperm. His testicles had become exceedingly sensitive, and them getting rubbed between his thighs whenever he walked added to his stimulation.

Ilmari took him along on his hunting trips, carrying him between his shoulder blades, but even the familiarity of being airborne again was marred by the bumps and ridges of the dragon's horny back pressing against and teasing his balls. The dragon had built his lair high on a mountainous area, and Fenzil could see that getting lost in the surrounding crags without a guide could be fatal. Simply sneaking away was not enough; he needed to memorize a safe looking passage through the terrain. It was yet another challenge that his lust-distracted mind was at disadvantage, but he had to make the attempt.

One evening they were resting after finishing a long, sweaty session at the forge, both of them grimy and smudged with soot, when the dragon eyed Fenzil with a calculating look. He got up and stood looming over him, his bulk casting a dark shadow on the smaller male.

"Get between my legs." Ilmari grunted and sneered at him hungrily.

Fenzil looked up and hesitated, but the dragon furrowed his brows and nudged towards his underside impatiently. Fenzil nodded and crawled on his knees under Ilmari's taut belly and waited nervously. Of course he had heard of dragons having relations with other species, but he had never imagined getting a first hand experience, especially when the size disparity between them was so great.

Ilmari positioned his genital slit right in front of Fenzil's face. "Clean it." The tone of his voice did not brook disobedience.

Fenzil approached the slit cautiously, but pulled back and wrinkled his nose when he got a whiff of its rank smell. It had dripped cock fluids throughout the entire day, its lips moist with precum and piss stench, and had stewed into a swampy morass as the dragon worked and sweated. Rivulets of musky juices had drawn lines in the soot between his legs as they had dribbled down his thighs like from a leaky faucet, marking their passage with the intense smell of a virile stud. The dragon grunted with annoyance, and Fenzil reached out with his tongue while holding his breath. He shuddered when he felt the sliminess of the slit's inside, where sweat and pre had congealed into a gooey, clear gel, and almost immediately his senses were assaulted by rich, overpowering taste of ripe cock musk and old cum. It was salty and masculine, tangy like urine but with a heady, deep aroma of a full grown dragon male.

Fenzil felt breathless, the heavy smell clogging his airways and making his head swim, but Ilmari ordered him to work without reprieve. The kobold steadied himself against the dragon's muscular hind legs and lapped at the slit, first gagging and spitting, but soon the sounds he made started to turn into moans. He let the moistness from the slit flow on his lips and down his parched throat, becoming more and more horny from getting to serve such a dominant beast. Fenzil's tiny cock raged at his cage, keeping him flushed from arousal, leaking his own pre that was weak and watery compared to the dragon's puissant issue. He made slurping noises as he dipped the tip of his snout in the slit, cleaning up weeks' worth of buildup of dragon essence, his newfound eagerness surprising even Ilmari.

"That's a good boy," he chuckled and stepped aside, leaving Fenzil suddenly kneeling alone, dizzy and burning with lust.

Ilmari flopped down on his side, clinking and rattling, and lifted his leg to sniff his own crotch. "Don't you just love that clean slit feeling? I think I will make this a daily habit from now on!" He looked at Fenzil and made a fiendish smile. "Looks like your body can't get enough of mine, either..."

Fenzil looked down at his bright red cock tip that pulsed and leaked with precum. Even his balls twitched as if ready to shoot their load, a desire that had been so urgently denied from him. He felt as if he was at his limit, unable to bear his need to cum any moment longer, and even his legs trembled as he fell on all fours in front of his master.

"Please! Let me go! I can't tell you what you want to hear!" he shrieked in desperation.

"Then suffer," came the curt reply.

Fenzil looked up with wild eyes, and seriously doubted if he could last even to the end of the week.

--

He did, however, last several days after that encounter. As the dragon had promised Fenzil was made to clean his juicy slit every evening, usually right after he had taken a piss just to add to the barrage of smells the kobold was made to endure. Fenzil's own cock had started to ripen too, from being near constant state of arousal and being left unwashed for so long, and its sour smell was a constant irritation to him by now. He could feel how sticky his sheath had become and it grossed him out, adding to his humiliation while being used as a living wash rag.

Eventually he came to a point where he felt that he could not withstand it any longer--he needed to climax or he would surely burst apart from the seams. His balls had grown and squeezed against the dangerously narrow metal band, throbbing as drum-tight orbs reverberated with his every heartbeat, and even his spermatic ducts felt taut and swollen with sperm slowly being pushed into them. His poor cock felt ragged and abused, grinding his sheath against the chastity cage as it tried to slide out, its knot getting massaged by the steely caress without relief in sight while drooling precum and grime on a perpetual basis.

During the day Fenzil had secreted away a metal pin which he hid in a crack in the wall. He had intended to use it to pick his manacles when he made his escape, but by now he desired an orgasm more than his freedom. He barely managed to wait until Ilmari was out of sight after locking him up for the night, and then he was already attacking his bindings with fervor of the desperate. He did not care about getting caught; he only needed enough time to shoot his load.

His nimble fingers made short work of the locks, and they fell on the floor with a satisfying thud. Fenzil knelt and raised his rear end high, his squishy pucker up in the air, and inserted the tip of his tail with a long, contented sigh. He had made himself cum that way as a dragon before, and his kobold body was even more sensitive to anal stimulation. His tail snaked in like a tentacle, wiggling against his insides and slowly stretching out his anus as it grew thicker towards its base. It felt heavenly, and when it brushed against his prostate it sent an electric tingle of joy throughout Fenzil's entire body.

"Caught in the act!" Ilmari bellowed, giving Fenzil the biggest scare of his life. He had been so distracted that he had not even noticed the huge dragon watching him.

"Trying to make yourself cum, going against my wishes," Ilmari swatted Fenzil around with a lazy swipe from his paw, "I've been very patient with you, and this is how you repay my graciousness? Looks like you need to be taught a... lesson," he growled with his low voice, which turned into a menacing chuckle towards the end.

Fenzil simply laid on the ground, panting and exhausted from sexual desire, beyond caring and ready to accept his fate. Ilmari flopped on the ground with a jingling thud and rolled on his back, holding his forepaws up like a dog and spread his hind legs wide open. His erection was already growing, sliding out of his puffy slit glistening and slick with precum. His cock was jet black, as long as Fenzil's arm but much thicker, with a pointy, ribbed shaft and a thick knot at its base that bulged with veins. Its smell was intoxicating, an overpowering musk of a beast that was unleashed for the first time in weeks that made Fenzil's nose wrinkle and anus clench at the thought of being mounted by the thing.

"Climb on me. I'll stuff your ass with something you want!" A new, needy tone had crept into the dragon's brash voice. It seemed that he was not much better at resisting his lusts than Fenzil, and all he had been waiting for was an excuse to have sex with the kobold himself.

Fenzil got on top of the demanding dragon and handled his throbbing member cautiously. Fenzil could see his own, faint reflection on its wet surface, and more precum kept spurting out and dribbling over his fingers. It was much larger than anything he had ever seen before, and he doubted his body's capacity to take it in, but if Ilmari let him ride his cock and set the pace... perhaps it was survivable. He gulped as he turned over and started aiming it towards his quivering hole ever so slowly, and when its tip kissed his opening he gasped from the wet warmth of the touch. Fenzil held his breath as he coaxed the huge invader into his rectum, filling him with dragon heat and squirting musk, making a tight fit even before it was halfway in.

Ilmari grasped his midriff with one paw and pulled him down with a wet, squelching sound. Fenzil yelped at the sudden penetration as the meaty pole impaled him, his guts stretching to their limits and his belly bulging out as the dragon's cock head pushed against it from the inside. The dragon started making short, shallow strokes with his newfound cock sleeve, moving inside Fenzil ever so slightly yet reducing him to making breathless gasps and moans with the sheer size of his hard member. The dragon's cock radiated heat and Fenzil could feel his heartbeat throbbing through the shaft, uniting them with strange intimacy--without realizing it Ilmari was sharing his vital signs with Fenzil, a thought that bubbled up from his lust-hazed mind. The intense stimulation was about to bring the kobold over the edge, when Ilmari suddenly stopped and let Fenzil cool down in his grip.

"Not yet," he grunted and held still, leaving Fenzil grimacing and squirming in the throes of his need to cum. His balls twitched and cock throbbed tantalizingly close to orgasm that never came, like a sneeze that refused to burst into a explosion of release.

Ilmari let Fenzil go, and without even thinking about it he started to push against the dragon's cock, his body making slight, rocking motions that allowed him pleasure beyond pain. He could not stop himself even if he had wanted to, his hips obeying the dragon's will over his own, and it both frightened and aroused him. He was no longer in control of even his body, its needs having been submitted to the desires of the larger male. He was freed from having to make choices, and only needed to bring pleasure to that beast. Fenzil sensed his heart beating against Ilmari's throbbing cock, and it felt right.

His anus burned red hot as it was made to accept Ilmari's girth, kissing his bulging knot with every motion, and his entire body cavity felt filled with draconic masculinity. Whenever the kobold's pleasure grew too great he was stopped by the dragon's grip and forced to stay motionless, to feel the steady pressure the cock pushing against his innards keeping him aroused but always a moment shy from bringing him to a climax. As minutes stretched to eternities even Ilmari started to grow flustered, his breathing getting hoarser and his cock's twitching more urgent. He was tormenting Fenzil with his organ of procreation, but he had to endure the same effect himself, and eventually even the mighty dragon had to obey his nature and submit to his need to breed.

His hips pushed his member deep into Fenzil, and with a mighty bellow he came, arching his back and tossing his head from side to side in throes of the orgasm that had been building up in his loins for ever so long. The dragon's seed gushed into Fenzil in a hot surge, billowing into his guts and quickly filling them to the brim. His belly swelled from the sheer volume of dragon's semen, but more and more of the gooey spooge kept pumped into him with every throb, ballooning his guts and then leaking into his stomach and further, until Fenzil could even taste his cum at the back of his mouth. Being filled with the sloshing, dense warmth was enough to push Fenzil over the edge and his balls clenched, trying to push out his own load through his twitching cock. However, they were stopped short by the constricting metal band, and despite his pelvis convulsing repeatedly only a pitiful dribble was squeezed through his urethra. His cum shot froze inside him, clogging him up and replacing any pleasure he hoped for with only the throbbing, agonizing fullness of his turgid prostate. His orgasm ruined, cut frustratingly short, Fenzil realized that he would not be able to cum with the ring on even if he tried, and he made a wailing cry.

When Ilmari was finished and detached from Fenzil with a moist plop, the kobold's midriff resembled a taut ball inflated with semen, sloshing around like a perverse mockery of gravidity. He was unceremoniously tossed on the floor, where he laid in a messy pile while cum pooled around him from his gaping anus.

"That was nice," Ilmari said with a breathless voice as he stood over Fenzil, "But I'm not sure you have learned your lesson yet. I think we need to do this a couple more times to be certain..."

The dragon's rock hard member throbbed and squirted droplets of hot cum on Fenzil as he spoke, but he only lifted his head wearily and looked at his tormentor with hazy eyes.

"Can I... least... cum? Please?"

The dragon grinned, his teeth glinting in the firelight.

"All in good time. Why, I bet your balls haven't even stopped growing! I'm curious to see how big they really can get..."

Fenzil let his head drop on the ground and groaned, much to Ilmari's amusement. His stay at the dragon's lair had just taken a turn for the worse...

(TO BE CONTINUED...)