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Zebra Superiority 2

For winterhound776

By Draconicon

Nirimer fought against the inevitable fate of returning to the zebra frat house as hard as he could. He knew that the minute he stepped through those doors again, the damage that the zebras had done to him would only be made a hundred times worse. He would be conditioned to want them more than he already did, and considering that they dominated his fantasies to a degree that he would have assumed impossible...

Well, he didn't want to risk it, but there was very little that he could do. Even now, the dark dragon groaned as he sat on one of the benches spread out across the campus, trying to ignore the empty sac between his legs and the throbbing that continued to go through his useless dick every time that he thought of the striped equines.

Mmmph...not fair...not fair...

That was what the dragon kept telling himself when he looked down between his legs. Nirimer had never had the most impressive bulge of his species, but all dragons had at least something to show off. At least, when they were hard. Now, though...

He ignored the people passing by on the campus footpaths, poking the space just below his cock. It gave way as if there was nothing there.

After the parasite infestation and the neutering that had happened that night, Nirimer had gone straight to the doctor. He had gotten the parasites removed from his testicles, but by then, it was too late. There was nothing left of his baby-makers down there, nothing left of the hormone producers that would allow him to keep getting harder.

It had taken several weeks to go completely impotent, but there was no denying it had happened. No matter what he did, no matter what he thought about, his cock stayed flopped down over his empty sac. He hadn't even had the money to get them filled with implants to take some of the sting out.

And now...

He looked across the way at the frat house that the zebras stayed in. Even now, his body begged him to go back, to allow himself to give in and enjoy the feeling of hot black cock slamming into his ass, using him, marking him with musk and stretching his hole out until it was permanently gaped, a mark of his service. He wanted it, fantasized about it, and there had been a few times when he had managed a semi-orgasm while fucking his ass with a toy to that fantasy.

The only thing holding him back were the tiny pieces of self-respect that he still had, and those...well, those weren't holding together so well.

They'll turn me into nothing but a whore. What's the point of being in college if all I'm studying is sex? he thought.

What's the point of being in college when you can't think of anything but their superiority anyway? was his answer.

Groaning, slumping forward until his head touched his knees, Nirimer tried to keep the fantasies and memories from getting any stronger, but it was impossible. He remembered it so clearly.

He remembered being dragged up, pinned to a table and fucked hard, that thick horse cock, that black dick slamming in and ripping him up, opening him further than any toy ever had.

He remembered being held down by an armpit over his face, his brain swimming in the raw musk that the equines had, a scent that was unmatched by any other species that he had ever come across.

He remembered having a cock thrust down his throat, hands on his head keeping him still as he choked again and again on the thick black shaft, feeling it mark him no less than the one in his ass.

They had used him so hard, and marked him so deep, that he doubted that he would ever be able to feel or act like a normal person ever again. All he was...was a slut.

A slut...a slut for black cock...

And the zebras had the biggest ones on campus. Dragon pride or not, there was no denying that they were the biggest around. He needed to feel them inside of him again, no matter the cost.

He hesitated for another split second or two, then got to his feet. His claws scratched on the pavement as he walked - more stumbled - across the way to the frat house. Nirimer kept thinking that he shouldn't do this, but his libido was in control now. There was no turning back.

Walking up to the front door, the dragon hesitated only for a micro-second before bringing his fist down on it. One, two -

The door opened before he could knock a third time. One of the zebras from before looked down at him, not even bothering to put a shirt on as he loomed forward.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the slut is back."

"Mmmph. Just..."

"What do you want, nut-less? You want another session? That's not coming free, you know."

The dragon blushed worse, trying not to pay attention to the sudden loose feeling in his underwear, how they were no longer pushed forward by his balls. It was...very...very distracting. He cleared his throat, trying to talk -

"Hey, draggy. I've got a busy day, so no bullshit here."

Clap. The equine's hand grabbed him by the crotch, pulling him by the useless dick that was still somewhat obvious down there. He blushed, going up on tiptoes as he was pulled forward into the doorway.

"Do you want it again or not, you musk-huffer?"

"I...I do..."

"Heh, knew that you'd be back. Once you have a zebra, nothing else ever compares."

One tug and he was through the door. It slammed shut behind him, sealing him off from the rest of the world. He almost didn't regret it. Almost.

He was pushed along, dragged through the frat house. Here and there, he could see other zebras poking their heads out of their rooms. Others were busy fucking their own sluts, sometimes little guys, but other times...

Other dragons?!

He wasn't the only one to submit to them, not the only dragon to throw themselves under the bus for the bigger species. A shiver ran down his spine as he lingered at one doorway, watching a red dragon take it all the way to the hilt, and -

Oh god, he's nut-less, too...

The thought of the zebras taking over, the idea of big black equine cock taking hold of the college as the dominant species, was more arousing than he expected. Nirimer shivered, almost feeling like he was pissing himself with pre-cum at the idea. It was one of the few things that got his libido going anymore.

Jace dragged him to the top floor, then threw him into bed. The dragon stumbled, hitting the mattress hard, only to yelp as he was flipped over. He looked up just in time to see the armpit coming down.

"Heh, thought that you'd be ready for something like that. Hey, nut-less, how's it feel looking for clothes to fit that dinky little thing?" the zebra asked.

Nirimer's cheeks were already burning as hot as they could, or so he thought. They seemed to get a degree or so warmer as the zebra teased him.

It wasn't easy to think with his head buried under a hot pit. Every breath brought more of the thick, hot, rank musk of sweat and bitterness and saltiness to his nose, and he gasped for air as he felt the zebra's arm rest on him all the harder. It was crushing him, almost breaking him beneath it.

But that didn't mean that he didn't like it.

His cock twitched, the only movement that it was capable of anymore. His neutering had left him unable to ever get hard again, even from prostate stimulation. Sure, he could 'cum' from that, but his dick never got up, never got better.

Jace flicked him in the crotch, making his dick slide lazily beneath his clothes.

"Man, I remember how hard you were last time you were here, draggy. Couldn't get you to go soft until we got rid of those annoying balls of yours. I bet that's a lot less distracting now."

"Mmmph!"

"Lick my pits, musk-huffer. I wanna feel how much you want me."

He didn't have much of a choice. He needed that fuck, and that meant giving the zebra what he wanted. The dragon groaned, blushing as he stuck out his tongue and dragged it along the fuzzy, warm underside of the equine's arm.

One lick, two, three, each one gathering more sweat and more funk against his taste-buds. He groaned under his breath, trying not to complain, trying not to like this humiliating sort of treatment. All he could do was keep licking, though, and his cheeks burned as his cock kept oozing bits of goo from his prostate.

Oh god, he smells so good...

That was the humiliation of all humiliations. He wanted this, on some level. Somewhere, deep inside, he wanted the zebras to rip him down from his place as a dragon, to make him into something less.

And they were doing a damn good job of it.

Nirimer moaned again, feeling his body shaking as his cock kept trying and failing to get hard. His entire body ached with need, even as he dragged his head from side to side, licking away at the pit in front of him. He wanted to smear it with spit and then lick that up, getting the salty bits of sweat in his mouth and down his throat.

He did it, too, cleaning the pit as thoroughly as anyone could with nothing but their tongue. He panted, barely holding on as the zebra lifted his arm up.

"Heh, well, would you look at that? Draggy's good for something."

"Mmmph...you made me..."

"Yeah, and I'm gonna make you do a lot more, nut-less. Get those pants off."

The dragon didn't even think about it. It was a command, and it came from a zebra. That was all he needed. His jeans were down around his ankles and so were his underwear before he even thought about it.

And the zebra laughed.

"Heh, look at that dick of yours, draggy. It's not even three inches long anymore. Hell, I bet you that a teenage zebra would be bigger than that. Soft."

"Mmph...p-probably, sir," the dragon said, unable to help the new title.

"Sir. Heh. I like that."

Smack. The dragon jumped even though there was nothing there for the zebra to hit. His empty, shameful sac swayed back and forth, still drawn down by the weight of the scales, but the nerves were no longer so sensitive as to make him scream. He still whimpered, though, unable to help his instincts.

"Hehe, what's the matter? Still think you got a full pair?"

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Every time, the whimper got a little weaker, until he was shamefully blinking away tears of embarrassment. The humiliation was so much worse now that it was being driven home this way. He had lost so much in just a few hours, all those weeks ago. Now, he wasn't even a full male. Just a null. Just a neuter.

The zebra pushed him back onto the bed, lifting his legs up. There was such a strength difference between them that Jace was able to hold both his legs with one hand, supporting them upright as he pulled down the zipper for his jeans. The dragon looked down, unable to help himself as the big fat dick was revealed once more.

It was just as big as he remembered, heavy and fat at the tip and ever so thick as it got close and closer to the base. His hole puckered in need as he thought about it plundering his depths once more, and he pressed his hips forward, trying to inch himself closer.

Jace saw it and spanked him.

"Ah!"

He yelped at the sharp shock, only to feel the hard log of meat rubbing up and down between his ass cheeks, nudging at his broken-in, gaping ass. The sensation of pleasure there, the heat from the head of the other man's cock, was already growing. He whimpered, reaching down and spreading his legs and his ass cheeks like a good draggy.

Draggy. He was even thinking of himself as that now. What had happened to him?

Whatever it was, it made Jace happy. The zebra chuckled, slapping his cock against Nirimer's empty ball sac.

"Looks like you're not going to be fucking anyone pregnant out here. No good for that anymore, are you, draggy? Just means that there's that many more bitches for me and the herd to take down."

"Mmmph...I just...I just want your...cock..."

"You want to be a zebra bitch, huh?"

"Mmmph...mm, yes," he whispered, nodding eagerly.

"You want to be our bitch forever?"

He nodded, unable to help himself as that teasing cock went up and down along his rim, reminding him of just how big it was, how much he could have inside of him at any moment. The dragon whimpered again, nodding, panting, shaking.

"You want to be marked as nothing but the nut-less, zebra-worshiping, pit-sniffing, cock-loving draggy you are?"

"Yes, yes, please, anything for your cock!"

"Heh, remember...you said that, not me."

And with that, the hot, thick shaft went right into his body, the thick end of it forcing his hole open wide, and the rest of it doing little worse. He panted, his eyes rolling back and his toes curling as he finally felt the real thing again.

Big black cock...zebra cock...best cock...

His mouth was moving and he didn't know what he was saying. All he knew was that this dick deserved worship, and he hoped that he was giving sufficient amounts.

He rolled his hips forward, then back, then forward again, fucking himself on that big black cock as much as it was fucking him. In and out, in and out, always going that little bit deeper, always giving him a reminder that it was the biggest cock on campus.

A mewling sound filled his ears, and it took him a moment or two to realize that it was him. In and out, in and out it went, and he was mewling like some little bitch. Like one of the other dragons that had already been conquered by the frat. Like someone that was completely broken and addicted and was finally getting their drug of choice.

The dragon moaned as his entire world seemed to concentrate down on nothing more and nothing less than that thick, heavy, powerful cock in his ass. He couldn't think of anything else. He didn't want to think of anything else. All he wanted was to be fucked. All he needed was to be filled.

In and out, in and out, in and out. Those heavy balls, still so full of plentiful seed that would breed any number of species, bashed against his ass. The hot musk in the air was purely that of a rutting zebra stallion, untainted by the weak little wimpy scent that his cock and balls might have added if he still had the latter. He moaned, his hands twisting up in the sheets.

"Please, please, harder...fuck me harder..."

"Heh, you want it hard?"

He was flipped over, something big on his head. Hoof? Foot? Who knew? It kept him pinned as Jace slammed in again, starting to fuck him harder than ever, using his ass and going deeper than he had done so far. The dragon screamed in pleasure, feeling his cock sway back and forth like a metronome beneath him, weak but dripping prostate juices like mad.

Useless...limp...broken...nothing...slut...slut...slut...

Those were his thoughts, and they kept repeating like a mantra, even as he came to one dry orgasm after another from the hard rut that he was getting.

He wasn't sure how long he was kept pinned like that, nor how long Jace continued to fuck his ass. Nirimer knew that, at some point, he was allowed to let his head up from the bed. He gasped for air, only to have a damp pair of underwear shoved over his face, his nose pressed right into the musky crotch of it. The dragon's eyes rolled back as he was force-fed the zebra pheromones, unable to do anything but moan and shiver as he was pushed to his limits under Jace.

At some point, he felt the hot seed of the zebra pouring down his ass, and then running out of it as that thick black equine cock slid free of him. He gasped for breath, moaning into the underwear against his face, almost falling flat on his face as the support on his hips and inside of him was removed. His body shook from head to toes, and his tail was pushed all the way to the side, held there by instinct to keep his ass open for use.

The zebra behind him chuckled, shaking his head.

"Look at you. Already so well-trained, completely ready for anybody that wears the stripes."

"Mmmph...yes...yes sir..."

"We're going to need to fit you for proper service, aren't we, faggot?"

The dragon nodded. Anything for the masters. Anything for the zebras.

A few hours later, he was getting out of the car with Jace, shivering as he was made to walk towards a tattoo parlor. It wasn't so much their destination that had him shivering, but rather the fact that he was made to walk without anything on under his jeans, and he could still feel the zebra seed sliding out of him, oozing into the back and pooling, darkening the denim.

He blushed worse as he felt the zebra's hand rubbing his rump, pushing it up and down, making his cheeks jiggle slowly from the pressure on them.

"What are we here for?" he asked.

"No questions, slut. I'll tell you if you need to know anything."

Nirimer supposed that was probably the way that things were going to go for the rest of his life, now that he thought about it. There was little point in questioning the zebras, particularly when he said that he would do anything to get their dicks in him again.

Still, he was blushing up a storm as they walked through the front doors, and his ass felt...sensitive, to put it mildly, as he let Jace lead him up to the receptionist.

The buck looked up with a smile, though there was something strange about him. Maybe it was the hat he was wearing, or the -

His antlers are gone, Nirimer realized a few seconds later. They're just...gone.

And there was something else strange about the buck, as well. Almost like he was a bit androgynous, but not in the face. It was more like his body was a bit off, like his hips were too big for a proper male.

"Hello, sir," the buck said to the zebra. "What can I do for you today?"

"Starting the F Procedure on this bitch here," Jace said, smacking him on the ass.

The dragon blushed, but didn't say anything. He didn't want to start something that he couldn't finish, and he honestly wasn't sure what was going to happen to him if he started questioning his master.

And yes, master felt like the right word for Jace. The zebra had gotten too much authority over him for it to be anything else.

"Ah, yes, sir. Will that be with Jasmine, then?" the buck asked.

"Yeah, that'll be a good one. She free?"

The buck nodded.

"Then tell her to get her ass over to the tattooing room. I want this done before the sun's down."

"Yes, sir, I'll make sure that she's there immediately, sir."

The fact that Jace had this much authority over the establishment worried him. He thought that the zebra was only a college student. How did he have this kind of pull over an entire business?

There were no answers for him, only another tug down the hall towards one of the back rooms. He went along with it, not daring to fight.

Soon, he was seated in a big chair, one that would recline down to being completely flat, and the zebra had him strip down. The ball-less dragon did as he was told, throwing his clothes into the corner, and blushing up a storm as the zebra pushed at his empty sac again, making it rise and fall, lift and lower humiliatingly. There was no way for him to even pretend that he had real balls in there.

"Hell, you probably should have gotten rid of those years ago. You draggys always think that you are so manly, so big and powerful. Really, look at that. You barely get by as an average guy. A well-hung rat could probably put you in your place."

The zebra's words were still burning his cheeks, hitting his ego harder than he expected, but what was a dragon to do? He was completely ball-less, nut-less. Every bit of his masculinity had been robbed from him, and there was no getting it back. Not now, not ever.

A few minutes later, the door opened. Desperate for a distraction, the dragon looked around his master, and his jaw dropped.

Standing there was a blue dragon, one that looked like he had stained his scales something closer to a purple color. He didn't wear mens' clothes, but rather a skirt and a tight shirt, one that showed off the sudden sweep of the hips that really, really did not belong down there.

What the...

"Jasmine, about time. Get over here, bitch."

Jace pulled 'her' over by the tail. As Nirimer's head spun, the dragon was lowered down to a reclining position, legs up and his head down at crotch level. The blue 'dragoness' looked down at him, giggling a bit.

"Oh, you got another one, master?"

"Damn well did. I want him marked. Start the F Procedure today."

"Mmm, you are going to be a bad boy in college, just like you were in high school."

"Never planned to change, Jasmine."

"Mmm, and I hope you never do, master."

Holy fuck...that's...that's a dragon...not a dragoness, he thought, hearing the voice. There was no doubt about it, at least with that. But how...

"Let's see what we're working with."

'Jasmine' leaned over him, looking down at his cock and balls. It had been one thing when Jace had been the one fondling them, pulling at his empty sac and then nudging the useless dick over them, but now he had someone else staring at them. Another dragon, for that matter. His cheeks burned, his humiliation surged...

And somehow, his dicklet dribbled its useless prostate juices.

"Hehehe, how long since Jace ripped your balls out?" the 'dragoness' asked.

"I...I don't know. A month? Maybe?"

"It's been long enough that you just have a shriveled little purse down here, heh. Just like a draggy should have."

"No drag-draggy should be like this," he whimpered.

"Heh, you say that to your master?"

The dragon looked up, staring at the zebra. Jace arched an eyebrow with a smirk, and the dragon knew that there was too much truth in that statement. There was no chance that he would ever backtalk to his master like that. He would never question the zebra.

But that didn't mean that all dragons deserved to be nut-less before the more masculine equines...did it?

He shivered. It was hard to think, particularly with his dinky dick being pushed back and forth, his scales being brushed down down there. Every move reminded him that he couldn't get hard again, that the hormones that gave him the ability to get hard had been ripped right out of him.

Maybe there was medicine for it, but he doubted that Jace would let him have that. Not now, at least.

"So, did you think of where you want his ownership marking, Master?" Jasmine asked.

"Let's put two on. One over his dick, one over his ass."

Ownership markings? Nirimer thought. Oh fuck, oh fuck...it's really...it's really happening...

He knew that he had submitted to the zebra, had given up his masculinity and some of his freedom, but he hadn't thought that it was going to go this far, this fast. He hadn't thought that he'd bear the mark of another man so quickly and easily.

And yet...

Why aren't I running?

Nirimer thought that maybe it was because he was too scared, too afraid of being caught, but...but there was still a chance he could run. He could even call the cops about this. It was sex slave trading, right? There was something that the cops could do about that...

But...but at the same time...

He had never felt this aroused before, never felt this need to be owned. Hell, he'd never felt this horny from being humiliated before, even when he had enjoyed an elephant under his tail. The zebra had done something to him, wrecked him, warped him with that big black horse cock of his.

I...am I...

Or was this a weakness of all dragons? Was this what had happened to Jasmine?

Before he could ask, the zebra moved around him, unzipping his pants and pulling his dick and balls out. The dark dragon blushed, his cheeks burning as the musky orbs were dropped right over his face, smothering his nose. He opened his mouth to breathe, only for Jace to slam it shut again.

"Uh-uh. Breathe in the nose, bitch. I want you to remember the musk of your master."

That was easier said than done, but he did his best, his cheeks burning as the zebra pheromones were shoved down his nose. His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the heat of the real male pushing down into his brain, surging through his nose and filling him with the pungent, powerful odor of a real guy.

He groaned, arching his back as he felt strong hands grabbing his cock, holding it down as a needle brushed against his scales. It was going to -

"MMMPH!"

Nirimer felt the first puncture, but it was a bit distant with the musk that was running through his system, the heat that was in his nose. He gasped for breath, but could only suck down more of the pheromones, feel more of them burning through his body. He shivered, shaking from head to toe as he was made to take the needles, made to sniff his master's balls.

He could feel the need to do more burning in him, begging him to open his mouth and suck on those orbs, to feel them against his tongue and to give them the proper worship that they deserved. The need was so strong that he doubted that he could deny it for long, and...

And he wasn't sure that he wanted to.

The dragon moaned, his head trying to roll from side to side, only groaning slightly from time to time as the needle pushed against something more sensitive. The zebra and the other dragon were talking, bits and pieces coming through that he could barely understand.

"...since high school...still breaking...dragons to...underfoot?"

"Belong there...they? Little...bitches for...under hoof."

"Yeah...heh...gonna be...bitch for..."

He didn't know what they were talking about. It seemed to be something about their old relationship, and how Jace treated dragons, but it was so vague and so far away...

When the zebra finally pulled back, giving the dragon a chance to breathe, Nirimer almost didn't have the strength to move. He panted for air, then gradually managed to make himself look down.

Right there, emblazoned on his crotch, was a hoofprint. The horse-shoe shape ran down along either side of his cock, framing it, almost like his dick was nothing more than a place for a proper stallion to rest his hoof.

They own...they own me...

It was a rush of pleasure and submission there, his heart racing in his chest.

"Why...why do you..."

"Why, Master," Jasmine corrected him.

The zebra chuckled.

"I want you to know just who you belong to, slut," the zebra said. "And I want anyone that I rent you to do know who you belong to. You're a zebra whore. And I'm gonna be your fucking pimp."

A shiver ran up and down the dragon's spine, a shiver that begged for more while at the same time filling him with fear. Jace grabbed him by the chin, forcing him to look up at him, forcing him to stare at the bigger male.

"You are a broken male. Hell, I doubt that you can even really be called a male anymore, nut-less, but I don't care to fuck pussy. I'll let you keep that useless little dicklet, but you're going to get curvier for me. Heh. Hope you like the thought of being a good little femboy like Jasmine here. What was your name back in high school?" the zebra asked.

"James, Master," Jasmine said.

"Yeah. James. Heh. Jasmine suits you better."

"Why...why...me..." Nirimer managed to pant as the other two rolled him over.

"Because you're a dragon," Jace said, shrugging. "Dragons deserve to have this stripped from them. All that natural arrogance. Heh. Never worked for it a day in your life. Time for you to start earning your place."

It was a hard-hitting revelation, he had to admit, and one that kept his asshole clenching and his prostate pumping. He swore that it was more sensitive than it used to be, almost like the parasites in his balls had had some sort of other effect besides eating through them. Like, like his prostate had become its own organ of pleasure, like it had become some sort of mystical thing that begged for constant stimulation.

And as the needle started to work around the base of his tail, tracing another ownership tattoo on him, he realized that the time to run was long gone. His addiction to zebra cock, his addiction to the submission and the humiliation, was going to get worse and worse as the days dragged on, and there was literally nothing that he could do about it.

He was worse than trapped. He was imprisoned in this...and he had sealed the shackles himself.

The End