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Drac's Domination

Part 4

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By Draconicon

The black dragon slept through the night without any difficulties, without dreams or discomfort to wake him or bother him. However, when he woke, he realized that he had even more work to do than he thought.

It wasn't that Draconicon expected to be woken up with a blowjob every morning; if he wanted that, he could have ordered Mr. Totter to come over and do that every morning before going off to work and the stallion would have done it without the slightest complaint. For that matter, the wife would have probably wanted him to film it for her.

But that wasn't the point. The point was that he had a lion that wanted to be a slave in the house, and the lion didn't have the instincts to be there for his master's dick in the morning. Draconicon slowly opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling, and he shook his head as his morning wood continued to throb beneath the sheets.

He's going to need a massive education on how one treats their dominant...

Particularly if Deke ever thought about going into a full power-exchange kind of relationship. This would not be acceptable there, and the lion was obviously not ready. His expectations were low, but this was setting them even lower.

Grumbling under his breath, Draconicon pushed the sheets down and rolled his legs over the side of the bed. His feet touched the carpet, and he rubbed his eyes until the sleep sand in the corners were gone. The window in front of him was open, and he looked up to see Mrs. Totter was already showing off for the morning.

Heh...she really does love to tempt me, he thought, looking at her round rump. She was grinding it back and forth against the glass, pushing back hard enough that the glass was spreading the cheeks, flattening her pucker against the transparent surface. She had once been a rather shy individual, but...well, he tended to have an effect on people. They started to change, to enjoy themselves more, when he had some time with them.

'Later,' he mouthed at her with a small wink. The mare smiled, giving her ass a spank before stepping away from the window.

Shaking his head at the bold equine, he stood up. His cock was throbbing for an entirely different reason now, and he knew that he'd need some relief later. Maybe, maybe, Deke was just asleep and he could wake the lion up with a reminder of what he was supposed to be doing. But he had a feeling that the feline was probably busy with something else.

He was right.

As he walked out of his bedroom and down the hall to the living room, he found that his 'guest' was busy looking at his phone. Judging by the way that he was jerking himself, Draconicon was pretty sure that he was looking at porn. The black dragon shook his head, taking his time to walk up behind the feline so that he could get a better look.

Leaning over Deke's shoulder, he saw that his temporary slave was watching a show of a lion taking something big up his ass. Something very, very big, for that matter, though not quite as big as the dragon's own dick. The fact that the lion was watching something suitable was something, but still not acceptable for neglecting some of the other, very basic duties.

He glanced at the kitchen, saw that the pizza box from the night before was still there, and he shook his head. Not even taking care of the chores.

He has a lot to learn.

Draconicon reached down, pushing on his morning wood until it was pointed down over the back of the couch and was nudging the lion's cheek. Deke jumped, looking back and over his shoulder.

"Wha - oh...Oh..."

The lion slowly looked up at him, looking almost humiliated, but the dragon shook his head.

"I believe that you had something else to take care of."

"I...I..."

"The trash?"

"...What?"

"Slaves take care of duties before they take care of pleasure."

"...You're telling me that you want me to -"

"Technically, it's more the recycling, but it still needs to be done."

"..."

"Why are you waiting?"

"This is ridiculous. I'm not here to do chores for you. I'm here to...to..."

"To be a slave?" Draconicon asked with a raised eyebrow.

"...Shut up."

"Get it done, then."

He patted the lion on the cheek with his cock one more time, and Deke finally got to his feet. Before the lion had more than a second or two to look for his clothes, Draconicon snapped his tail like a whip. The lion yelped, jumping almost two feet in the air.

"Now," he said.

"But I'm naked!"

"You wasted your time to get ready by looking at porn. Now."

"But -"

"Are you really going to make me say it one more time?"

"...Fine," the lion said, blushing up a storm as he was made to walk in the nude - with a hard-on, for that matter - over to the kitchen. Draconicon watched as he bent over, smiling slightly at the sight of that rump. It was a nice enough one, but it was going to be trained to take some big things, and that would leave a few changes behind. He imagined that the puffy hole was going to be a fun one to watch develop.

As the lion hurried out the back door of the kitchen with the pizza boxes tucked under his arm, the black dragon sat down at the table. His boner was slowly going down, and he knew that it was going to be fine in a bit. The fact that he wasn't getting a blowjob right then didn't bother him, and he knew better than to push that just yet.

After all, Deke hadn't earned that sort of reward from service just yet. He needed to learn his place. And they...they needed to settle on terms.

With the lion outside, the dragon used his magic to call his stuff to him. A few pieces of notepaper, his laptop, everything that he needed to get this done. He scratched the pen a few times against his scales, making sure that it had enough ink for what they needed, and then sat down to wait.

Deke ran back into the house, his cheeks on fire with a blush. The black dragon chuckled.

"I'm guessing you saw Mrs. Totter."

"That bitch was naked!"

"Yes, she tends to show off in the morning."

"What...why?"

"Because she is a closet exhibitionist, I suppose," Draconicon said, shrugging. "She likes to see what she can get."

"She...she..."

"Laughed at you?"

The lion blushed, but nodded.

"Yes, after taking my cock, she tends to laugh at anyone that's not at least nine inches long," he said, shaking his head. "A small problem that comes with spending time with me, sadly. Standards start to shift."

"You mean that you turn others into size queens."

"Something like that."

"That's not fair."

"Mmm, it means less competition for me," the dragon said, shrugging. "I don't encourage it. It's one of those things that kind of just happens, but I do try and keep it from getting worse."

"Is that going to happen to me?"

"If you can ever fit more than the first few inches, perhaps. But then again, your fantasies already run to the huge."

As Deke blushed up a storm, the dragon gestured to the seat on the other side of the table. The lion sat down, and Draconicon stretched his arms over his head for a moment, waiting for a shoulder to pop and his back to crack. As soon as they did, he leaned forward again.

"Alright. We have an hour or so before I have to start working. Before I start, I want to start putting together a contract."

"Hmmph. A real slave doesn't need one..."

"Then it's a good thing that you're not a real slave yet, isn't it?"

"I'm trying!"

"And failing, Deke," Draconicon said, shaking his head. "Let's not bullshit about this, hmm? You don't know what you're doing."

"..."

"You don't," he told the pouting lion. "You think you do, because you've read a lot of sexy stories, because you've been seeing this as a way to get out of being a person. But there's a whole lot more to it than that. A competent slave - not even a good slave, but a competent one - needs to know what's expected of them. A contract nails down what is expected of you, so that you don't have to be guessing all the time. It means that you can't get in trouble for not doing something you didn't know you had to do."

"But...can't you just tell me?" Deke asked, rubbing his arm.

"I could, but that means that I'm living for both of us. A contract makes sure that you can be left alone, and things still get done."

"...You're making it sound like a job again."

"You're the one trying to pretend that it isn't." The dragon tapped the notepad in front of him. "I want you to take a piece of paper, and then start writing up all the things that you want out of this. The things that you -"

"A slave's not supposed to ask for things."

"...We're really going to do it this way, huh?"

"Look, I...I get what you're saying," Deke said, sitting up straighter than he had for a while. "But this...all this..."

"All this is what gives you what you're saying you didn't have last night," Draconicon said.

"Yeah, but it's work."

"..."

"I don't want to do work. I just want to have fun. I just...I just want to enjoy myself, and do this the way that they do it in the stories."

"...Fine."

Draconicon shook his head, pulling the notepad back and starting to write. He deliberately started saying things out loud, too.

"Deke is expected to wake his master with a rimming, followed by a blowjob at six AM every morning -"

"Wait, what? What? I didn't -"

"He is expected to ensure that the master is fed by cooking him breakfast immediately afterward."

"That's not - hey! Stop!"

"Deke is expected to make naked runs up and down the sidewalk every morning to stay in shape -"

"STOP!"

And just like that, the lion ripped the notepad out of his hands. The dragon looked up, an eyebrow raised as the feline held the pad well away from him. He smiled slightly, cocking his head to the side.

"Do you feel that's unfair?"

"YES!"

"Then start writing what you want so that we can negotiate this. And start writing what your limits are, too."

"..."

"Or I can keep going."

"No. No, no, I...I can do this..."

Deke slowly took the pen from the dragon's side of the table, half-turning as he leaned over the pad and started writing. Draconicon couldn't see what was being written, but he was pretty sure that it was still going to be less than what the lion needed.

Good thing that this is going to be a one-week contract, then, he thought. Any more than that, and this little guy would lose his mind.

There was a time for niceness, and there was a time for firmness. Considering that Deke was going out of his way to avoid learning, it was time to stop being nice and start being firm. He would still be fair - as far as this asymmetric relationship would allow - but he would also push the proper education at this feline. Someone else was going to take advantage of Deke in the future, and the only question was, how much.

Draconicon intended to make sure that the future fucker wouldn't have quite as much leverage as they would have had now.

After half an hour of note-taking and scribbling, Deke passed the notepad back. Draconicon flipped to the proper page, then cocked his head to the side at the list of limits and demands. He ran his fingers down it, reading it out loud.

"No household chores, no out-of-house job, free time in the afternoons." The dragon arched an eyebrow at the three things, slowly lifting his head to look at the lion. "That's a very small list there. Are you sure that's everything?"

"I think I combined what I didn't want into three specific enough things."

"And just one demand?"

"...I..."

"Are you rethinking this?"

"...No, no, I want this," the lion muttered.

"Are you sure?"

"...Yes. Yes, I'm sure."

"...Well, if you're sure," he said, shaking his head as he laid the list down beside him. "I'll get the contract written up."

The lion nodded, getting to his feet. The dragon arched an eyebrow as he walked down the hall.

"And where are you going?"

"I'm getting my clothes and going for a walk."

"And just where are you walking to?"

"I don't have to tell you. You're not my master until I sign that contract."

Oh, you really are angling for a punishment, aren't you?

Yet, Draconicon couldn't help but smile slightly. At least the lion was getting that point down. The contract was a big thing, and it was the main part of any dom-sub agreement that set and limited the powers of both sides. Without a contract, the pair of them didn't really have anything that they could do to the other.

At least, not fairly.

So, on the one hand, it was good that Deke was learning to stand up for himself just a bit more than he had the last night. On the other hand, it was less good that he wasn't taking this seriously. As soon as the lion was dressed and out of the house, Draconicon shook his head and turned to his laptop.

Two limits, one demand, he thought. And the two limits have endless loopholes. Well...that'll be interesting.

He planned on making two different contracts, too. One that took the demand for free time in the afternoons seriously, and one that took it the way that he knew that the lion actually wanted. Free time from 'chores', yes, but not free time from commands.

Draconicon started typing. This would be easy.

As Deke returned from his walk, the dragon nodded at him from the kitchen. The lion kicked off his shoes, but not his socks. He almost seemed a little defiant as he walked over to the kitchen table with the white cloth still sticking to his feet. The dragon said nothing, merely leaned back and watched as the feline took his seat.

"So...what the hell am I signing?" Deke asked.

"Getting some of your assertiveness back, are we?"

"I'm someone worth having."

"Correction. You could be someone worth having," he said, resting his hands on the table with his fingers folded together. "That doesn't mean that you are yet."

"I can be trained."

"Hmmm, remains to be seen," he chuckled. He pushed the two paperclipped piles of paper over to the lion. "I made two contracts. One takes your demand for freedom in the afternoon seriously, one does not."

"I'll take the one that does."

"Ah, so you want to have four hours in the day when you are not a slave at all, where you are not under my control, when you have a break from this role completely?"

"What? No. I just - that's not what I said."

"Free afternoons implies that there is nothing that I can do to you during that time, and that you are not accountable to me. That is the exact opposite of slavery, Deke. Do you want slavery, or do you want freedom during that time?"

"...You are an ass, you know that?"

"Only because I'm not making it easy for you."

He pushed the one that had the alterations to it - the ones that he'd known would be needed - across the table. The lion picked it up with a wince, flipping through it. Already, Draconicon could tell that the feline was just skimming it, not reading it properly. The first few pages - the ones detailing the dragon's overall authority - were almost completely skipped to get to the sexy bits at the back.

Deke groaned.

"Come on. Again with the foot stuff? I have to wake you up by licking your feet for a few minutes each morning?"

"Five minutes. Per foot." He smiled. "It is a lovely way of showing respect to your dom."

"But I - okay, I don't hate it anymore, but...can't you do something else?"

"I told you before, Deke. It's important to lay down your limits."

"..."

He hoped that dissatisfaction would push the lion to actually read through the rest of the document properly, but no. Instead, Deke just flicked to the back and started signing it. Draconicon hid a sigh of annoyance as the lion put his name down, and then took the contract back, signing his own name and dating it.

"Well, that's the rules for the week."

"Good."

"Let's get your chastity cage."

"What?! I didn't - where did it say that?!"

"On the very first page, under 'Authority of the Master'. It states that I may outfit you in whatever temporary accessories, bondage gear and/or installments, and other such short-term equipment as I see fit."

Deke grabbed the contract back, flipping back to the front page. He kept insisting it wasn't there until he stared at the second heading on the page, his eyes going wide. His mouth fell open as he looked up, little gibbers of nonsense escaping his mouth.

"I...you..."

"I put it down, fair and square," he said.

"But...but that's not...I don't like chastity!"

"Then you should have read it."

"It wasn't under the sexy parts!"

"A lot of the contract wasn't under the sexy parts, Deke. 'Sex' is an important part, but it's hardly the majority of any of these contracts."

Just as expected, the lion looked utterly flabbergasted. Draconicon fixed him with a stare, his eyes glowing slightly, and Deke gasped, hissing and arching his back as the dragon took control again.

"I am also allowed to do this by the contract, if you decide that you will pout or hold back. This contract will last for a week, so please take it as a lesson to be open about what you want, and to actually use your voice when you are allowed. Many people would squash it; take your opportunity to use it.

"Now. There is a metal chastity tube in the chest under my bed. Take it out and bring it to me."

Chastity wasn't a tool that he generally used without someone else actually enjoying it. After all, it didn't bring him a great deal of pleasure to deny someone, just because he could. That exploitation wasn't something that filled him with joy, or made him feel like a powerful man. All it did was mean he got pleasure and the other didn't. When someone else liked it, it made it more fun to use, but it was still not in his top tier of kinks.

That said, there were times when someone needed to learn a lesson, and chastity was a pretty good teacher. Niceness, gentleness, teasing, all that had failed over the last evening. He needed to be a bit more firm with Deke. Or a lot more, as the case may be.

As he sat waiting, he put his feet up on the table. If Deke thought that this wasn't fair, then the lion hadn't seen anything yet.

The feline returned with the steel tube that the dragon had specified, as well as the attached cock ring and open lock. Draconicon curled his finger, and the lion came over.

"Strip."

"...I can't believe..."

"You signed the contract, Deke. And I can enforce it. The question is whether you'll make me do it."

"..."

The lion's clothes came off, revealing that same half-muscular, half-slender body that the dragon had seen last night and earlier that morning. Deke took his time with the last of it, hesitating over his socks, blushing as he bared his feet as well as the rest of him. Draconicon nodded, curling his finger and making the lion take a step or two closer.

"Mmph..."

"You're going to be in this for a while," the dragon said, gently rubbing the lion's balls. "I'm going to guess that you didn't find a place to jerk off on your walk?"

"N-no. I'm not an exhibitionist."

"Heh, at the end of your training, you might very well find that you are."

"..."

"I do many things to my partners, Deke. They all become size queens, but everyone takes something else away from it besides that."

"Like...like what?"

"Oh, some of them become strippers, some of them become whores, some of them start enjoying their feet being played with to the point that they stop using their cocks. Some of them become anal addicts, some of them start seeing themselves in different ways - hell, some discovered that they were transgender under me - and...Well, you get the point." He rolled the lion's balls gently, slowly tugging them forward so he could slide them through the cock ring. "You come out of slavery a very different person than you went in."

"But what if you don't want to change?"

"Then you shouldn't be doing this."

"But it's my - ah!"

Draconicon pulled the lion's cock through the ring. Soft, it reached just about four inches long, and the barbs at the tip weren't quite engorged enough to be seen just yet. He ran his fingers along the shaft proper, teasing it gently, but not enough to get it to start hardening up. That would have made the next stage very difficult.

"Being a slave means that you're going to be open to commands, open to everything. There is very little in the way of privacy for a slave, because they have to do what they're told, and sometimes, that means talking about things that you don't want to talk about. Think of it a bit like a forced therapy; the right master will be pushing you to be better for your own sake, rather than for someone else, and that means that they will be digging deep."

"I don't want that, though!" Deke protested, trying and failing to pull back from the dragon's magical grip. "I just...why can't you just let me have the fantasy?"

"Because you came to me. And because you annoyed me."

Much as it was petty to say something like that, it was no less the truth. He had been annoyed at the interruption at the bookstore, and now, he was going to punish the lion for making this his responsibility. There was no fantasy here, only enlightenment.

As he squeezed the base of Deke's shaft, he gradually slid the cock ring up, up, up towards the base. It was a steady tease, something that he knew that a great many subs enjoyed, but he was surprised to feel the stiffness that was gradually filling Deke's cock. He had expected the lion to be more the sort to dread this, the sort of feline that didn't want to have his orgasms controlled by another.

But here, it seemed that he liked it. Some new tool, at least.

The dragon pushed the steel tube back further and further, watching as the lion's cock finally reached the bottom end. He rubbed it through the little slit for the urethra at the bottom, making sure that it lined up properly, before clicking the bottom of the tube in place. Deke gasped.

"Mmmph...do...do we have to..."

"Hopefully, it will help you focus. If nothing else, it'll give you a new experience for the next twenty-four hours."

The lion whimpered, hissing softly through clenched teeth, but the dragon ignored that for now. He paid attention to the way that the lock needed to be adjusted, making sure that the tube didn't slide out of place. The last thing he wanted was to cause an injury.

He needn't have worried. He had done this enough times that he knew how to situate it properly. With one last little click, the tube was locked in place, and he was able to let go.

It didn't take long for the lion's own libido to start making him test his limits. Draconicon watched with a smile as that steel tube bounced up and down on the lion's cock, holding it tight. Some subs learned quickly that being trapped meant that they couldn't get hard, and they'd quickly go soft. Not Deke. His cock throbbed, lifting the cage, pushing his balls forward more, and he whimpered, cupping his groin.

"Gah...gah!"

"Too tight?" Draconicon asked.

"God...it's...so tight..."

"It's going to get tighter the hornier you get."

"MMmph...please..."

"Ah ah. No. Not unless it's actual pain. Is it?"

"Nnnngh...n-no..."

"Then we're keeping it on. A little reminder of who is in charge here, and a reminder of why it's important to speak up about what you want and need."

Deke soon collapsed to his knees, but obviously not in pain. He kept squeezing the base of his cock, then the cage, almost like he could get some pleasure from stroking himself through the metal tube. Obviously, that didn't happen, so he soon started reaching for his balls. He hefted them, rolled them, tried to rub them the way that he might have rubbed his cock. It didn't take long before there was a bit of pre-cum drooling from the tube, but it took even less time for Deke to stop doing that, groaning as he curled up.

"Blue balls and chastity. You've never had to hold back before, have you?"

"Mmmph..."

As the lion curled up around himself, hugging his blue balls and his bound cock, the dragon shut his laptop. He tucked it under his arm, then took the notepad and passed it down to the lion along with a pen.

"Mmmph...what's that...what's that for?" Deke asked.

"I want you to write down all the stuff that you've studied for, as well as your job experience, and your personal interests."

"Why?"

"Because this week is going to be a crash course in self-improvement as well as personal gratification."

"Nnnngh...not fair..."

"The more you say that, the less impact it has," he said, patting the lion on the head. "And I'm stating this part now as master. If you get this done in twenty minutes, properly, then I will allow you to start teasing your ass."

"No toys..."

"There's some in the hall closet. Enough for you to start properly stretching yourself, at least."

"..."

"I'll be working on writing for the next three hours. Depending on your progress when I come out for lunch, we'll talk about doing something sexy, then."

"Mmmph..."

"Judging by the sudden tail-raise, that's a good incentive for you," the dragon said, smiling. "I'll check in with you in a little while. Have fun."

It would take about five minutes for Deke to be done moaning about his blue balls and caged cock, he was sure. When it came right down to it, listing education, job experience, and general interests should only take five minutes at the lion's age, maybe ten. That'd give him at least five minutes to pull himself together after the caging.

Draconicon went back to his bedroom, leaned back against the wall at the head of his bed, and flipped his laptop open again. A few clicks, and he had everything ready for the writing work of the day.

Of course, there were pings at the edge of the screen, messages coming up from the automatically logged-in programs that he had for that. Sending a few bulk messages that he was working today, most of them died off, but a few of them pressed him for more time later. The dragon shook his head, putting out a second bulk message.

Doing one last training session this week. Will not be available until next week, earliest.

That got the usual uproar that came from jealous subs everywhere, but he didn't listen to it for long. Putting it on the back burner, he turned his attention back to the writing. There was a long novel to get started, considering the current publication demanded a sequel, and he wasn't about to let new fans down.

Just before he started typing, he heard the sound of pen-scratching down the hall. Angry pen-scratching, to be sure, but pen-scratching.

It seemed Deke was finally learning.

The End

Summary: Draconicon continues to try and train Deke, but going too light on the lion is just not working. It's time to start going hard, playing off of what the lion likes, and what he needs.

Tags: M/M, nudity, lion, dragon, Draconicon, master/slave, contract, negotiation, chastity, barefoot, morning wood, series, chastity cage, blue balls, self-care, magic,