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What had been two months turned to three, then four, then five by the time that he was allowed to walk around without the plug and the occasional time without the cage. Xander was almost always on the edge of orgasm as a result, but he managed not to cum a second time in his service to his master.

How, he didn't know. Willpower? Conditioning? Some sort of weird shift in his biology that allowed him to just avoid cumming no matter how stimulated he felt? He didn't know. All he knew was that the master owned him, and he felt constant loyalty to the dragon.

The gryphon went about his daily tasks as always. They had become a routine. Wake up in the morning and cook master breakfast, taking it to the dragon in his office so he had something to eat when he came to work. Then he would go and clean the main floor. Then he would go and fuck his ass on a dildo for half an hour, going from one toy to another, then replacing his plug at the very end. Then he would go and work out, spending his time to keep his body in tip-top shape. Then it would be time for his lunch.

And that was about where he was up to. Xander groaned as he pushed the benchpress bar up and back into its slot, sitting up and rubbing his forehead clean. The wet feeling on his back was...unpleasant, to put it mildly, but he was almost used to the sweat-slime feeling these days. He hadn't liked it at first, but these days...

He lifted his arm and took a breath. The sudden hot, wet musk that followed, salty, bitter, and a little bit of something else, was different from his old scent. His master had made him change his diet as part of his servitude, and he wondered if it was part of that.

The more he thought about it, though, the harder it was to follow just what had changed. His mind went hazy, and soon, he gave up.

That had been happening more and more often of late. Ever since he really settled in to not being able to cum - and that was a weird one, too, now that he thought about it - it was like certain thoughts just...didn't work anymore. He could think, of course, and he could reason through things, but when the master gave him a command, it was like there was no thinking around that. It just stood there, like some pillar in the mind, unignorable and dominating his mental landscape until he did it.

It made it easier to just follow commands rather than think about them. Xander wondered if that was something he should have been concerned about, but he didn't think about that for long, either. It was another mind-haze line of thoughts.

Shaking his head, the gryphon got to his feet, feeling his balls dangling further down. Every day, they seemed that little bit heavier, and he had to force himself to walk differently to keep from squishing them between his thighs. He spread them out a little bit, walking so that his balls had room to swing. His master hadn't said to walk with them pushed forward today, so he had a bit of a break from the mincing style of walk that made them roll over his thighs, leaving sweaty trails again.

A thought occurred, and he reached down, touching his balls and then sniffing his fingers. There, too, was a familiar scent. Not quite the same as whatever it reminded him of, but something different. Something...intense.

He breathed in a couple of times, feeling a hint of that haze once more. He didn't know what it was, but every breath made him feel like it was getting a bit clearer. Xander almost stuck them against his nostrils when -

Beep. Beep. Beep.

That was the alarm to go and get his master for lunch. It broke him out of the haze, and he got to his feet, throwing his towel over his shoulders. He carried his phone with him, considering that he had no pockets.

Making his way out of the basement, he walked around to the master's office. He imagined that the dragon was either working or asleep on the couch he kept in the office for naps. The gryphon opened the door -

And was hit with a wave of scent that very nearly knocked him off his feet. The gryphon stumbled, the scent past familiar. It was like what he had been getting from himself, but stronger, more mind-numbing, more warming than the rest of it. His dick throbbed, not rising, for the cage had trained him out of that, but dripping already.

His eyes fell to the master's soles. The dragon lay on the couch, his feet hanging off one end. Three-toed, long, broad, heavy with sweat. He stared at them, his nostrils flaring again and again, sucking in the scent that fed his arousal and made him needier by the second. He stumbled past the door, whimpering under his breath as he approached his master's soles. One shaky step, then a second, then a third.

He fell to his knees, his eyes right in front of those massive feet, staring at them as he realized just what he'd been smelling. His master's musk. His master's sweat. The scent that had been pouring out of him every day was the same as what his master produced naturally. He was being marked every time that he had a workout. His master's scent clung to him constantly, refusing to let him go.

He was marked.

He was owned.

Shivering, he leaned in, the musk pulling him closer and closer. It was like he was staring at something that had become an obsession. More than once, the master had made him worship his feet, but this...this was something new. This was wanting it on his own.

He breathed in again, only to groan at the utter need that burned in his lungs. He moaned as he leaned forward, his cock oozing down his thighs, leaving him marked with more of the strange hybrid of his own scent and his master's. That powerful, desperate need was burning in him now, and his asshole clenched hard around the plug that he'd put in earlier. The feeling of pleasure, the need to serve, overpowered him.

He leaned down, pulling the master's toes into his mouth. The two that were nearest each other on both feet pressed over his tongue, pinning it down. He sucked on them slowly, his nostrils pressed firmly to the scaly flesh of the master's soles.

One breath.

Another.

Another.

Each breath took him further down, leaving him shivering from head to toe. He dragged his tongue along the dragon's toes, up to the arches, and then all the way back to the heel, tasting everything as he went. The sweat clung to his tongue, leaving behind a burning sort of taste that left his mind numb, open...

Obedient...

"Slave, are you doing what I think you're doing?"

The master must have woken up. He would have blushed if he wasn't so entranced by what he was doing. The gryphon groaned, nodding slowly, dragging his tongue along further in the process.

"I thought so. Couldn't resist, could you?"

"Mmmph..."

"You want my sweat, do you?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"Or just to be underfoot?"

"Mmmph...mm-hmm..."

"I knew it wouldn't take long...but still..."

He was aware of the feet rotating, the dragon turning over. He moaned, shivering as he looked between the toes. His vision was almost as hazy as his mind, but he could just make out the powerful dragon looking down at him, that indulgent face, the smirking mouth, the twinkling eyes.

"Heh, you really are far gone, aren't you, slave?"

"Mmmm..."

"Dripping?"

Xander nodded.

"You _will_be licking that up later."

The gryphon already knew that. There was no getting around it, and he shivered as he imagined doing that for his master, too. When simply obeying had become pleasure, he didn't know, but it had started for him. He almost wished that he could drop down and start licking up his mess right then and there, and his cock started pumping out even more, as if to make up for him not doing it then.

The dragon, however, only smiled at him. A small head-shake later, those perfect soles were pressed firmly against his face.

"Alright. Go ahead."

"Mmmmmm..."

"Heh, little foot slut."

"Mmmmmusk..."

"Correction. Musk slut."

Xander moaned happily as he ground his face against those soft soles, taking in the smoothness, the sweat, the everything that clung to them. He moaned under his breath, sliding one cheek, then the other against them, marking himself with the pure scent as he kept sticking his tongue out to get the taste. It never seemed to fade, either, pushing him further and further down into that place of submission and need.

Further.

Deeper.

Needier.

Happier.

The gryphon moaned as he slowly closed his eyes, lulled into that happy sub-space with the musk of the dragon's feet. He blindly worshiped them, happily sucking down the taste, and gradually slipped into a deeper, empty darkness, where he could obey even better.

The End