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**The Dragon's Boytoy Knight

Chapter 1

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Engy**

A proper bitch keeps its tail out of the way the former knight reminded himself, with much and vigorous mental cursing at Master.

It threw off the balance of his new body to keep his long, slender tail cocked to one side or the other, ensuring that Master had free reign to pillage beneath it. His form had a natural tendency to lean the torso forward when walking, which needed the tail held straight out behind to counterbalance. His natural tendency to wide strides had caused many a trip and fall during his first day in this unnatural shape. He had been forced to curtail his steps, taking mincing little prances so as to keep his torso erect. The fact that this also caused his disgustingly plump and shapely rear to jiggle in fast movement or sashay when moving slowly pleased Master to no end.

He also hated thinking of Master as Master, but that had been his own fault. Master had asked him after that first rape what he thought of his new body and new position. With the unwanted and unnatural pleasure still raging through him, with the shame of his own multiple orgasms during that blasphemous mating, and with the sullied contentment at feeling Master's seed leaking from beneath his tail, his rage had returned. He had told Master exactly what he thought of those things, what he wished he could do to Master, and where Master could shove any thoughts of further corrupting him.

That had angered Master.

"You will think and speak of me only as Master," he had been commanded. "You will never use such vulgar language when speaking or thinking of me again. If you want to use those kinds of words, it will only be to describe yourself or when asking me to remind you of your place. And what is your place, my little toy?"

He had needed to think carefully but quickly to answer that without either invective or incurring further wrath. "Worshiping Master."

Master had reached down a golden-hued hand to give him a condescending pat on the head, as if he were an obedient dog. "That's a good toy."

Then had begun his training. He hated every second of the delirious pleasure it brought him, but could do nothing to fight against it. He had tried. He had been commanded to enjoy his degradations and depraved sodomy more than he thought he would, and it had not been rescinded.

At first that had been merely enjoying it at all, finding any pleasure in the acts he performed or were performed on him, which had increased the pleasure as it went along. The second time 'round, he had known that he would feel pleasure from them purely due to the first experience. That had been the beginning of the endless series of escalations he found himself in. The second time Master's cock had slid its length beneath his tail, he had found himself instantly climaxing, dumping his inferior seed onto the cavern floor beneath him time and again until they knelt in a wide puddle.

Of course, Master liked to keep a clean cave, and so he had been forced to lick up his leavings while Master watched. He had expected to hate the first taste, and so he had found it pleasant. The second lick had then sent a tingle of pleasure down his spine, because he understood that it would be pleasant. From there it became greater and greater until he had begun spewing yet more from his bestial shaft to stain the floor further. It had continued until he collapsed into exhausted slumber amidst his own foulness.

He had been woken by Master bathing his head in cum. He had leapt up sputtering only to receive another blast across his gaping snout, coating his tongue with the taste of Master's seed. Again, he had expected to hate it, so it tasted pleasant. And on it went until Master's orgasm ended and the sea-scaled dragon lay coated in Master's glorious essence, as well as his own leavings. Fortunately, Master had not required that he attempt licking it all up again. He had been allowed to use buckets of water to wash away the soured slime of the previous day.

Next, Master had commanded that he bathe lest he drip all over the lair, but he must also make an appealing display of doing so. He had retraced his steps to the small waterfall at the back of the cavern. It fell from near the ceiling in a steaming hot spring cascade to collect in a pool before draining out through a crevice at the opposite end. The roil of the fall caused any muck at the bottom to be dredged up and swept away, ensuring the basin always contained fresh, clean water. It had enough depth at the center of the depression to allow Master to sit and be covered up to the shoulder, lending an excellent view of his saphire pet.

He had stepped beneath the fall with the intention of simply letting it drench his scales and wash away the filth but had experienced a surprisingly scintillating sensation at the first touch of the warm liquid against him. It was not exactly pleasure, not like anything to do with what Master gave him, but it had a rightness to it, a sense of properness. He found himself pointing his nose towards the issuance of the cascade, his body wriggling of its own accord, his toes curling at the rock beneath him as his legs urged him to kick, and his long tail lashing back and forth.

The laughter of Master had drawn him from the near trance, and he pulled away from the fall to find his scales shimmering with a silvered gilding, like the crest of a wave or the foam that curdled the edge of the tide as it washed upon the beach. The sheen it gave him in the flicker of torch flame made it seem like the darker blue of his main scales were cresting along the pale sky of his underbelly, and it gave him a sudden inspiration for the new name that Master demanded of him. Master had, fortunately, said that he would ask about it later, so the transformed knight did not feel the need to offer it immediately.

"The water makes you a pretty thing, and I liked that silly dance you were doing," Master commented, "but you need to bathe properly. There is a cloth behind the fall, and a scrub brush if you feel the need."

The wash of compulsion came over him once more, and he stepped through the fall to take hold of the indicated items. While it may have been merely a large handcloth to Master, it was as good as a towel for the much smaller drake. The brush was much too large, so he eschewed it. The water sluiced well enough against his scales, anyhow, seeming to slick away anything that clung to him. The cloth would do.

He stepped back beneath the flow of water and recalled the time he had caught a former maiden bathing in a water barrel shower after their coupling. She had caught sight of him watching and made it an erotic affair. Thusly did the former knight let his own affair be guided. Turning his back to Master, he had glanced over his shoulder with a coy wink, letting his body wriggle as it would while he worked the cloth over it.

The very first stroke brought his nascent shaft to erection once more as the enjoyment of having Master watch flowed through him. He found himself purposefully putting an extra sway into his wide hips as he saw Master's eyes fasten upon them, then used the cloth to guide that gaze where he would, growing harder and more aroused with each moment of it. His aching member twitched and twinged, wanting for the touch of either himself or another, but he denied it; he had a command to enact. Still, he found himself ending the display bent over with his tail arched high, letting out his seed for the cascade to wash away without further dirtying his scales, unable to help the eruption of bliss he felt.

Master had complimented him on the display, which had sent another shiver of pleasure down his spine, causing his distorted manhood to erect itself once more. He hated it. Hated the continuous washes of pleasure that bathed him at every command, at every pleased expression, at every degrading order he obeyed. He had taken pride in obeying the commands of his lord, true, and pleasure in the doing, but nothing like this. The constant and growing sexual tinge to every action and reaction was wearing, but he must bear it. He must. He would find a way to overcome Master eventually, to restore his honor and reclaim his former bearing.

Something must have shown in his expression, because Master crooked a beckoning finger towards him with an irritated look. He didn't feel the tug of Master's control, but he knew well the meaning of that gesture and waded forward quickly lest he earn further ire. Moving deeper into the pool was easier and felt far more natural than walking about the cavern had, and the spade-like frill at the end of his tail seemed made to thrust him forward through it, the slight webbing between fingers and toes aiding as well. It served to cement the name that had occurred to him as he realized that he must have been given the shape of some oceanic variety of Master's kind.

When he stood before Master, his own shoulders barely above the surface of the pool, Master commanded, "Suck me off. You're not allowed to come up for air until I've emptied myself into your stomach, and I'd better feel my balls against your chin this time."

The sea-scaled dragon's heart fell. Surely that was impossible! He'd die! And yet, he could not disobey the command. He could only hope to stay his execution by performing better than the finest whore he had ever had in his life, which was going to be a challenge of immense difficulty considering his inexperience at the task. He sank downwards into the water to kneel between Master's legs, dipping his head down to nuzzle at the head of the massive shaft found there and take it between his lips, pressing downwards until it reached the back of his throat, but knowing that was not nearly enough.

And again, despite the fear, despite the need to please Master, he felt his own arousal and pleasure rise from merely having the taste of a cock in his mouth. Had he been able to whimper without losing some of the precious air in his lungs, he would have. Still, he must needs press onwards, and so he did. Master's maleness was much thicker than his own tapering length, much longer, and he choked as he forced it into his gullet, gagging and retching, working his way downwards until his nose touched against Master's pelvis, and his chin rested against those impressively masculine orbs beneath.

That was not enough, of course. He must do far more than simply swallow Master's girthy length, and his lungs were already beginning to burn from the pounding of his tremulous heart. He pulled back, still choking on Master's cock as it moved through his throat, but the disturbing sensation sent yet more zings of gratification through him. He forced himself downwards once more, taking hold of Master's thighs for leverage, butting his nose against Master's pelvis once more, then back up and down. Each stroke sent a wave washing through him that set his own member to bobbing and his hips to slight thrusts.

Even before Master had begun to do more than leak pre-cum down his esophagus, he came for the first of several times, and lost all of his air in the process of crying out his bliss around the blocking in his throat. Then game the first gulping inhale of water, and he discovered a slight benefit of his new form. Instead of burning his lungs and drowning him as he expected, the water washed down his throat and somehow restored his breath. He felt an odd pressure from behind the frail frills that served him in place of draconic horns and from twin lines along his upper back.

Perplexed, he expelled it, feeling the streams of bubbles flow past his cheeks, then gulped in again. It expanded his throat along the way in a ripple so that he squeezed tight around Master's cock again afterwards, and felt it flex to give another gush of pre, which sent him through another spasmodic orgasm. He clasped tightly at the thighs that gave him anchorage, and kept his nose pressed tight to Master's hips, swallowing and breathing and suckling. He fed his tongue out to lavish Master's hefty sack, then let go a hand to caress and fondle them.

Each successive moment only increased his rapture, each twitch of Master's own obvious enjoyment sending his own higher, his orgasms becoming so successive that they might as well be a single continuous stream. He lost himself, floating in the passion that drove him, no longer aware of anything save for the excess that overwhelmed him. At least until he felt a tug of compulsion.

When the haze faded and his senses returned, he found himself drifting lazily just beneath the surface with Master's hand grasping at his head to keep him from floating away. The pool was so foggy with seed that its taste permeated his senses, nearly sending him into another spiral. Fortunately, Master pulled him up into the air so that his next gulp was clean of the taste. The air burned momentarily as the water was flushed from his body, but then he was gasping and panting as he normally would after such strenuous activity. Master released him when it became obvious that he had fully regained control of himself, letting him float in the pool of his own accord.

He was trembling, and couldn't help it. It was not cold, for the water was easily blood warm. No, it was fear that caused his shakes. Terror, really. He had never thought himself a coward, never thought to face a challenge that quailed his spirit, but he felt himself set before one now. He could not continue like this. Every obedience he gave sent him into a twirling cycle from which there was no escape save for yet more compulsion and obedience. He would lose himself to pleasure with every command, lose his control and ability to resist, and he knew that soon enough he would begin to lose his mind.

"M-m-master?" he stuttered out, hating the quavery nature of his tone.

Master deigned to quirk an inquiring brow, inviting him to continue further.

"Please will you... will you remove the command to enjoy these things more than I expect? I cannot continue like this. I will become insane. I will... I will become worthless." A thought occurred to him, and he rushed to speak it before he could change his mind. "I would be a useless toy if I could not think beyond the continued gratification of each moment in your presence."

"Hmmm... That's true. In that case..." Master's lips curled in an evil smirk. "I rescind the command and give you this one in its place. You will enjoy everything you do with me and are asked to do by me. But! If I have to command you, it will be as it was previously. If you choose to obey and perform willingly, then you will only feel so much as you can stand before losing control of yourself and will retain your senses."

That was... decidedly not better by much, but it at least gave him an option, albeit an extremely distasteful one.

"I wonder, have you thought of a new name for yourself?" Master inquired.

He considered not answering for a moment before providing a reluctant, "Yes."

"Do you want to tell me what it is?"

"No, I do not."

"Then I command you to tell me."

"C-c-cera... Seafoam." His voice shuddered with the waves that crashed over him and left him nearly helpless once more.

"Why do you choose that name?"

"Cera, shortened from cerulean for the color of my scales," the former knight answered hastily lest he be driven back into the hellish cycle. "It also sounds similar to Sir, which reminds me of the title I held before becoming your toy. Seafoam for the sheen the water gives my scales and the lighter color of my underside."

Master reached out to gently stroke at one of his frills. "Cera Seafoam it is. It's a very nice name, very feminine, fitting your new form. Good job, Cera."

He trembled on the edge of orgasm. It would take only a little more to push him over, but at least so long as he didn't force Master to command him, he could remain in control. He felt the trembling take hold of his limbs once more at the thought of that. He couldn't let it come to that, mustn't, not if he was ever to escape Master.

"I think you deserve a reward for coming up with such a good name," Master mused. "You'll enjoy this."

Cera did let out a whimper this time as Master reached out beneath the water to stroke a finger along his quivering shaft. A surge of orgasm flashed through him as his shaft suddenly grew nearly half again its length and thickness, and he could feel his rather pitiful balls expanding to press against his thick thighs. It set off another explosive ejaculation that actually arced up out of the pool before splashing back down to ripple the surface. He gurgled out time and again as he sank to rest against the bottom, writhing with the inarticulate sensations once more.

His eyes burned with tears as he came down once more, though they blended into the water so that the only sign of his sobs were the erratic streams of bubbles that he coughed out. He curled into a ball to lay there for a time, tucking his muzzle behind his knees with his tail curled up to press against the back of his head, letting the terror and self-loathing run their course. He kept expecting Master to call for him or compel him out of the pool every moment, which only set the horror of what would come then to clawing at him ever harder.

Yet that did not occur. He was allowed to remain there, eventually falling into a troubled slumber, only waking when a gentle caress stroked down his spine. It set him to trembling once more when he looked up and saw Master standing over him. He hastily surfaced before any thought of ordering him to do so could spark in Master's mind, then swam to the shallows to follow Master from the water. He felt an odd tightening of his scales as the droplets swiftly sluiced free of him though they retained a light sheen and chalked it up as yet another oddity of his current form.

Master led Cera back to the center of the cavern and pointed to the floor. The seafoam dragon immediately dropped to his knees with a flutter of fear, though not nearly so much as had been raging through him before his rest. Master smiled down at him, which sent a wholly different kind of tremble through him, knowing that Master was pleased by his willing obedience and would not punish him with a command just yet.

"I think you're big enough now, and I know that you're flexible enough, so I want you to try something for me," Cera was advised. "Lay on your back, then curl your hindquarters up over yourself so that your knees can rest beside your head. Then I want you to suck yourself off, balls deep down your own throat. Will you do that for me?"

Though he felt a twinge of disgust at such an act, it was by far simpler and easier to do as instructed. Of course, merely in the act of lying down, he found himself already rock hard, those extra inches adding much girth to the base of his maleness. He was easily enough able to bring his lower body up to have his hips hanging over his chest, his whip-like tail cast to the side as per previous instruction, but had to take hold of his calves to pull himself the rest of the way downward, eagerly accepting his newly enlarged shaft into his own muzzle.

He was surprised to find that it touched the back of his throat and his knees rested against stone to either side of his head with a few finger-widths of his maleness left untouched. He spread his legs and wrapped his arms around his hips to pull downward, swallowing around the slender tip of his cock as it wriggled itself into his gullet. He was surprised to find it twitched seemingly independent of the rest, like the head of a worm, and the taste of himself was oily and cloying on his tongue though not unpleasant. Unlike Master's hefty cock, his own did not strain his ability to contain it, though it tickled fearsomely as it squirmed.

He nuzzled his nose beneath the much weightier balls, finding that they rested quite neatly atop his nostrils. The scent was not what he would have expected either, an aroma like freshly caught fish that reminded him of rivers and watercress. He rippled his thin tongue along what filled his muzzle and coiled the tip of it around the base, swallowing around what filled his throat, obediently stimulating himself as much as possible.

Master seemed pleased but had more to add. "Lift your tail up out of the way for me, if you would. I'd like to use you while you do this. I think I will enjoy it if you can keep working on yourself until I'm done."

Cera's flexible cocktip gave a strong twitch and spurted more oily fluids down his throat, which he drank down as he lifted his tail for Master. Master's knees came down outside of his own, the brutally thick shaft lining up with the sea-hued dragon's hole, much larger hands than his own grasping his hips firmly to hold him steady. Then the head pressed inwards, and Cera's shaft jumped hard with the pleasure of having Master inside him. He guzzled down a nearly choking amount of pre that flooded out.

His toes curled as Master fed his shaft inwards, and was able to actually watch as it entered him, amazed that it could fit at all but more that no lubrication was required. It must be some kind of draconic magic at play, though he realized that it should have been a given. It was incredible seeing his own anus stretched so widely, not that he had ever seen his own anus before either stretched or not. And the ripples of ecstasy that it sent through him were most certainly enjoyable as well. Still, it was impressive to see so much be fitted inside him, especially when Master's hefty sack came to rest against his muzzle just above his eyes.

Then Master began to rut him, and each thrust stroked against something within his rear passage that raked through him in the most pleasurable of ways, entirely aside from that generated by the command. Cera found himself clenching both fingers and toes at the sensations, letting Master's thrusts drive his own shaft slightly deeper into his throat each time their hips met. The slight pain of his testicles being pinched between his muzzle and Master's large balls only seemed to add a slight spice while also providing sparks of pleasure in itself.

It took only a few minutes of this before he came for the first time and was once again surprised. Where before he had given only a few paltry spurts, his throat was now flooded with voluminous gushes. He was forced to swallow them down or try and breathe them as he had the water, which he doubted would be a pleasant experience. Fortunately, he found that the levels of pleasure did not escalate as they had before, merely falling back to where they had been when Master had first entered him. That, of course, began to rise again as Master kept pounding into his well-filled rear passage.

Cera let himself enjoy it; there was little choice to do otherwise, but it was better than the alternative. Somehow embracing the pleasure made it more... pleasurable. It was less of a forced and enforced feeling than a natural occurrence stemming from the activities in which he was engaged. Of course, the blowjob he was giving himself was nice in itself. He had quite enjoyed them before, but he discovered that he had also found a liking for having his muzzle thusly filled, even the tickle in his throat from his wriggling tip. He suspected that he would enjoy it more if it were Master filling his throat instead.

Three orgasms later, Master finally filled his bowels, sparking off a fourth. He was tired but not exhausted after the affair, unlike his previous experiences. It was quite a relief to feel merely as if he had engaged in vigorous sex rather than being forced into unconsciousness from an overload of bliss. He also rather expected his stomach to be bloated from the volume of semen that he'd drunk down and had been unloaded into his bowels, but that was not the case. He suspected more draconic magic at work, which would also explain his lack of hunger after three days of being Master's captive toy without any food aside from the possible exception of cum.

"Rest a little, if you want," Master said while pulling free to splatter Cera's face with thick globs of seed. "But wait here for me to return, please. I have a surprise for you."

The cerulean dragon uncurled and lay prostrate, gulping down air and basking in the warm afterglow. It was also nice to not be lying in a pool of his own leavings for once though his scales were starting to feel annoyingly tight and dry, aside from where Master's essence leaked from beneath his tail. He realized that he hadn't actually been dry since just after he had been transformed. Ever since then, he'd been coated with fluid of one sort or another. It was an interesting factor to consider, as it might become severely detrimental for him to remain dry for too long.

Master returned several minutes later with a large hunting dog on a rope leash, the kind of mastiff that was used to hunt wild boar and elk. Cera felt his heart tremble. He had a premonition of what this surprise might entail. He was certain that Master was not gifting him with a pet.

"I want you to get on all fours, lift your tail, and let him mount you," came the confirmation. "I want you to show me just how proper a bitch you can be."

That went beyond perversion. That went beyond sodomy. Cera had managed to suppress his pride and had gone far past the violation of his honor, but this he could not stand for. He had submitted himself to Master, debased himself worse than any slave, behaved as an animal in rut would, but not this. This he could not do.

"No."

"No?" Master inquired, frowning slightly.

"No. I will not do this. Not for you. Not for anyone. I will not fornicate with a beast, even to save my own sanity."

"Then I command it, and you will continue to do so until you decide to do it on your own. You will suck him and be fucked by him until you change your mind. And when you do, you'll let me know, so that I can watch you demonstrate your change of heart personally."

The compulsion washed over him, and Cera found himself rolling over onto knees and elbows, lifting his plush rump to wiggle it in the canine's direction, his tail hiked to the side like a good bitch, and he hated the was of pleasure that flowed over him from being ordered to do so. The dog trotted forward to sniff at his rear before promptly mounting itself onto his back and gripping around his waist. And he found himself swiftly becoming lost in the swirling vortex of ecstasy that dragged him towards oblivion.

The End

Tags: male, male/male, m/m, gay, dragon, mind control, oral, deepthroat, anal, deep penetration, transformation, forced transformation, story series, plot development, forced arousal, forced orgasm, cum in throat, cum in mouth, cum in ass, bestiality, feral on anthro

Summary: The former knight is forced to choose a new name and is forced to submit further to his Master's whims.