FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The Dragon Lord's Fall

for winterhound776

by Draconicon

Draconicon knew any 'fun time' with Nirimer would involve something extreme, so when the black dragon received an invite to the darker half of the red-light district, he knew it was going to be draining. Fun, yes, but draining. More than anyone else in the harem, Nirimer liked to push for intensity, and the location his slut had picked only reinforced that idea. The Empty Purse definitely sounded like the sort of place the other dragon would like.

Despite feeling half-exhausted from the day-to-day business of running the city, Draconicon still stepped through the portal from his lab to the club. Cold concrete on bare soles refreshed him, bringing a slight smile to his face as he glanced at the club. It loomed over him at three stories tall, and he imagined it had at least one basement floor for really dark kinks. The front door was guarded by an orca bouncer, who watched over a meager line that grew and shrank as people seized their courage to join the line, only to chicken out at the front.

Definitely Nir's kind of place, he thought with a rueful smile.

Eventually, the orca spotted him, and the bouncer's eyes went wide. Draconicon smiled, shaking his head.

"I'll get in line with the rest of them," he said.

"Don't be stupid, sir. Go on in."

"Heh, giving special treatment, are you?"

"You're in charge of the whole city, sir. You want in, you're in."

The black dragon nodded, hiding a sigh. Much as he earned his position daily, being reminded of it with these 'privileges' annoyed him. It always felt unfair to everyone else. He looked at the line, searching for pissed-off faces and angry expressions, but found none. In fact, most of them waved for him to take his place at the front of the line.

Subs, he thought. And lazy subs, too. He shook his head; best find Nirimer quickly before any of this lot tried to get his attention for the night.

As he reached the front of the line, the bouncer held out three bracelets, ranging from red for Dom, purple for Switch, and blue for Sub. Of course, he took a red one; purple would have been more honest, but Nirimer - and the city - expected red.

"Alright, sir. Have fun at the Empty Purse."

"Thanks."

He stepped inside, instantly finding himself on the outskirts of a massive orgy. All men, unsurprisingly; Nirimer prefered, ahem, homogenous audiences. He smiled at the raw smell of cum and pre-cum, sweat and musk, hot bodies and scales and fur and flesh all melding together to create a sexual bouquet that grabbed him hard. His cock twitched beneath his robe, threatening to rise up and make itself known. Considering the bait that would be to hungry bottoms, he pulled his robe tight and walked around the wriggling pile of people.

The Empty Purse had no interest in pretending any kind of respectability. In addition to the fuck-den masquerading as a dance floor, the walls were lined with bondage rings and sex slings. Everywhere he looked, the club made clear its purple: Get To Fucking. The only other attraction was a bar and the elevators to the other floors past the orgy pile, which he made a beeline for.

As soon as he touched the bar, a badger poked his head from under it. He grunted, his lips wet and his breath stinking of cum as he stood up. Probably self-fellating, considering all the pops the dragon heard on his way up.

"'Ey, you're the boss dragon, ain't ya?" the older male said. "What do you want?"

"I have a slave meeting me here today. Name of Nirimer?"

"Niri? The slut's downstairs."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Heh, 'cause you know the bitch."

"Heh, true." Draconicon chuckled. "Anything going on down there I need to know about?"

"Whole reason we're called the Empty Purse, boss-man. Lots of 'popping' going on down there, if you catch my drift."

"Ah. Yes."

He chuckled politely to keep his worries off his face. Nirimer had spent the last few months flaunting his empty ball-sac and showing off just how limp and useless his male bits had become. The other dragon told many stories of how it happened, though Draconicon had never found the real one. Maybe it happened here.

"So, what's he doing?"

"Who knows? Getting railed, probably; took twelve guys with him ten minutes ago."

Must be preparing something, Draconicon thought, nodding to himself. But if he expects me to pop them...

Castration sat somewhere outside his kinks, at least in terms of doing it. If the other guy liked it, great, fine, that was fun. However, he was coming off a long, frustrating day of dragging the assholes of his city back in line and dealing with them being pissed off about it. It kept the city running, but it meant his normal dom-energy was running low.

Sometimes, he honestly wished he could take a break and let someone else run things. Hell, sometimes he wanted to take the red and turn it purple, even blue, letting someone else -

No, no, those were not helpful thoughts. He had his role, and he would play it as well as he could for as long as possible.

"Thanks."

"No trouble," the badger muttered before ducking back behind the bar, a tell-tale sucking sound resuming.

Chuckling, the dragon turned to the elevator. It opened as soon as he touched the call button, and he stepped inside. The metal doors closed, and he studied his appearance.

He really was the picture of a dom, he supposed. Standing seven feet tall - plus the horns - the black-scaled dragon enjoyed broad shoulders and a thick body-type that made him look more muscular than he was. His wings, furled tight to his back, usually looked like an arched cape or cloak, and his robe - an anachronism of the times that he refused to get rid of - combined the look of powerful elder with debauched playboy, and so many sluts loved it.

As his cock rose through the gap of his robe, he smiled. That was what really reeled them in. His thick shaft wasn't at full mast just yet, but it was already a good ten inches, with three more to come before it hit the full throbbing length that his slaves and partners were acquainted with. As pre-cum dripped from a slowly-peeling foreskin, he swayed his hips and watched as his balls - slightly larger than oranges- began swinging between his legs, large enough to have their heft and hanging low enough to sway far.

Of course, a lure was only as good as the one that used it. Draconicon looked himself in the face and sighed. He looked tired, no getting around that. His own white eyes, glowing without iris or pupil, stared back, and he almost wished that he could hypnotize himself like he could others.

"...Vacation. Tomorrow. Tonight, duty."

Draconicon smiled at himself encouragingly, tapping the basement button. Time to satisfy his slut one more time.

The elevator beeped a second later, and the metal doors opened. He half-expected to find Nirimer on his hands and knees, sucking balls and licking pits for a crowd of switches, maybe with one or two doms that needed breaking. What he got was Nirimer standing on a stage at the back of the room swinging his hips around with weights dangling from his empty nutsack. The dark-scaled dragon moaned, his purple tattoos glowing brighter than usual as he danced for a crowd of a dozen males. The twink-y dragon had the attention of horses, wolves, a fox, and more, and he was obviously loving it.

Hmm...

Draconicon stepped into the audience. He looked down at his band, and then back at the crowd. All of them wore the same red. What was his slave planning for -

Click. A spotlight lit him up from above, almost blinding him. The music stopped, as did Nir's dance, and the audience looked from the slut-dragon to him. Draconicon forced himself to look around the room, calm as a cucumber.

"...Gentlemen," he said, turning on the spot. "I think I'm probably the only one in the dark here. Care to explain what's going on?"

"Master." Nirimer smiled, almost tripping over the weights clipped to his balls as he stepped forward. He hopped down from the stage, gasped, then continued walking as if nothing had happened. "I hoped you'd be here soon."

"And I'm hoping for an explanation, Nutless," he said.

"Mmmm...I love it when you call me that."

"Explanation. Now?"

"Oh, certainly, Master." The slender dragon smiled, swaying his hips even more as he approached, the weights on his empty ballsac swinging back and forth like a metronome. "I've seen how stressed you are. I invited you here to fix that with something special."

"And...what is that?"

"A castration, Master. Specifically, yours."

"What?!"

The audience swarmed him before he could react. Species big and small tackled him, bowling him over and leaving him gasping. He grunted from the impact, but just as tried to stand up -

"Stay down, dragon; the little guy knows what you need."

A brown-furred stallion shoved him back down, not with hand or fist, but with foot. Draconicon gasped, an unconscious sniff pulling the raw, pungent musk off the sole and into his lungs. It made his head swim, and he wobbled as the dark-soled foot shoved him back down. It didn't let up, pressing hard and firm, leaving smears of sweat along his cheeks.

Distracted as he was, he was helpless as Nirimer guided the other males in wrapping chains around him. They bound his feet, his wrists, his waist, pinning him to the floor and tying him down. By the time he thought to use magic...it was too late.

...Nirimer, you...goddammit...

The chains must have been enchanted, because his magic was locked behind them. Nirimer's enchantment experiments must have paid off. As the doms congratulated each other, the white-eyed dragon turned to the ball-less slut.

"Nutless," he growled, forcing his voice low and firm despite the situation. "You have two seconds to stop this and turn it around."

"Oh, but Master, you don't really want me to stop..."

His eunuch knelt down, gradually peeling his robe from him. The silk cloth sliding along his scales was almost pleasurable, but with everyone watching him, he felt more like a piece of meat at market than a worshiped master. It had been a long time since anyone had been able to expose him like this, and the lip-licking, smirking crowd around him didn't make him feel better. Particularly not that horse, not with him sporting a cock only an inch shorter than the dragon's own.

Once he was completely naked, Nirimer grabbed his balls. They were so large that the leaner dragon had to grip them by the base, pulling them almost to the snapping point. Draconicon hissed, and his ball-less slave smiled.

"It took me so long to figure out what you really need, Master. Don't worry; it's good to be your real self."

"This is - nngh!"

"No, Master, it isn't. Your real self - that part you need to be - is more like...me."

"Nnngh! N-no..."

"Mmm, yes, it is. All those times you stared at my cock, all those times you couldn't cum in my ass...all those times you needed my feet in your face to finish. I finally figured it out. You're just like me...a little bitch."

"Nnngh...what did you...just call me?"

"A little bitch, Master...a big-dicked, big-assed bitch...who wants to be broken..."

"That's no-ot me!"

"Mmm, then why are you so hard right now?"

There was no explanation for that. It throbbed despite the situation, despite the discomfort from Nirimer's tugging and tormenting. His cheeks burned as the other doms stroked themselves to his humiliation, their rising stench polluting the room. Nirimer tugged again, he gasped -

"Mmmph!"

Only for a twink of a fox to shove his furred foot past the dragon's lips and smear a sweaty toe along his tongue. Operating on old instincts, his lips closed around the toe, and he only realized he was sucking on it a few seconds later. Even when he tried to spit it, the damage was done. As the doms laughed, Nirimer patted his balls again.

"Mmmm, see, Master? You're even harder now. You just need the right touch. You can be a slut, easy."

"Nnngh...No...I'm not..."

"Hey, slut, let me take care of this," the brown-furred horse said. "Lift his ass; sluts like him need it hard."

"What - you're obeying him?" Draconicon shook his head as Nirimer did as the horse said. "I thought I was your Master."

"You are, but Byron and I both know what you want to be. Don't worry. In a few minutes, you'll feel much better."

The slut-dragon leaned down, kissing his chest before working down to his cock. Draconicon huffed as Nirimer worked under his foreskin, but it was nothing but a mild distraction compared to this 'Byron'.

The stallion was a large male, a good half-foot taller than average, and he had the physique to chase off any challengers to his domination. He looked exactly like the alpha male that Nirimer seemed to prefer, and from the heavy sac that the horse possessed, Draconicon guessed many sluts had been left musk-drunk on him.

Wonder if it would affect -

Draconicon stopped that thought in its tracks, but it didn't stop his blush. Every male in the room had stripped down, too, giving him a perfect view of a dozen different cocks. None matched his size in girth or length, but the three horses came close - Byron reaching twelve inches - and the fox had a fat knot that he knew that he'd feel, and then some.

He half-expected to be rutted by Byron then and there, but it seemed there were other plans. The stallion lifted his foot, pressing the oily sole against the dragon's cock, and then -

"Nnnngh!"

"Heh, he's got bigger balls than the other bitch did, I'll give him that," the stallion said as he ground his toes into the dragon's balls. "Doesn't mean shit if he can't get off with 'em, though. He getting harder, Nutless?"

"Mmm-hmm," Nirimer said.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I see little posers like you all the time. Sluts that get it easy, but can't keep it up. Heh. Not 'less they get something rammed up their ass...or something musky in their face. Yeah, I can see you dripping; you want more than just a foot on your balls, don't ya? Something in you...yeah, you want something in you. Just like Nutless, you don't want to be fucked. You want to be fucked."

He gritted his teeth as Byron's toes pushed down all the harder, forcing him to spurt pre-cum from the sheer pressure. The humiliation of being pinned, the sheer intensity of the moment, was waking up all kinds of old thoughts. The chains held him down, left his balls at the mercy of the stallion, and there was nothing he could do.

Nnngh...don't want...don't...

He tried to blame his continued erection on Nirimer's talented mouth, but that wouldn't have been enough. Not compared to this. Draconicon moaned as the other males circled him, a dolphin lifting his shiny, gray-soled foot and lowering it to his face. The raw stink of aquatic flesh meeting with the potent musk that dripped from it made his cock spurt, his balls pulling up in a near-orgasm. Nirimer grunted as he swallowed, and the stallion smirked.

"Still fighting it, dragon? Ain't gonna fight it after this, I bet. I know your type. Let's see if your fucking ass can fit my foot..."

What - oh, no, you've got to be kidding me...

He could only just see past the toes over his eyes, but he still saw Byron pull that big, broad, black-soled foot back before lowering it between his legs. Pressure against his pucker was not quite new, but something bigger than a finger had been rare lately. Draconicon's eyes went wide, and he pulled at the shackles pinning his legs. They were still too strong. He thrashed, he twisted, he tried to pull back as the toe pressed in, and -

Squelch.

His hole opened without a fight around the stallion's toe, and his mouth went slack. The dolphin quickly took advantage of that, shoving his slimy, wet toes against the dragon's tongue, all while Nirimer's slow suck finally stopped. He was forced to focus entirely on the stallion's toes, then more, filling his ass.

"Mmmm, I knew you preferred this..." the other dragon whispered. "So much better than a blowjob, isn't it?"

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"So much work on top, Master. Why not bend? Why not be a bitch like me? You're oozing so much already...but think how much hotter it'd be if that's all you did..."

Any retort he might have made was cut off by that foot, each thrust stretching him wider than his toys could have. Old memories of slutting around before he took on slaves and students flashed before his eyes, memories of being on his knees, of offering his mouth or his ass to other men and women, and what they did with that offer. Brands, collars, and other marks of humiliation followed, and he lost control. Only for a second, but that was long enough.

His cock jerked, pre-cum splashing across his belly with the next foot-fisting kick. The crowd laughed, and the brown-furred stallion leaned in, resting his full weight on the dragon's rim.

"Look at that. The foot-bitch is leaking like a faucet. We know what he wants."

"Nngh...you...assholes..."

"Oh, you'll be using that asshole, dragon. A lot. Once you lose those balls, you'll be a regular here."

No, not his balls. He'd never gone that far before, not even at his sluttiest. Yet, at the same time, the way that it would take away any chance of being stressed out from that again -

No, that was just the horny brain talking. His dominant side liked this life; it chose it. If he did this, he'd regret it...wouldn't he?

You could regrow them, the sluttier part of him thought. What's wrong with giving in, just for a bit? You deserve a break, don't you?

POP!

Suddenly, Byron popped his foot free. The various doms around him stepped back as the brown-furred stallion pointed at him.

"Pick him up; he's gonna watch while we do this."

With the anti-magic chains around him, Draconicon was helpless against the other men. As they dragged him along, he groaned, feeling something sloppy between his cheeks. Whatever Byron had done back there, it must have done some real damage to his hole.

They dragged him to a mirror hanging from the wall, holding him by the waist, the legs, the arms. They dragged his heels up beside his ears, and he finally saw.

"Oh...god..."

He stared, his cheeks burning as his cock throbbed all the harder. His eyes felt glued to the reflection of his gaping asshole, some twisted part of him getting off on the sight of his ruined hole. The rim sagged, unable to close, something he hadn't seen or felt for years, centuries, even. He could even see the pink walls inside and felt the pulsing that preceded a prolapse.

"Hang you up on a wall, and I think you'd make a fine urinal," Byron said, chuckling. "What do you think, Nutless?"

"I think Master wants it bad. He needs a good filling before we pull it all out again."

"Mmm, good girl."

The black dragon watched in a haze as the fox took the first turn. With a shaft half the size of the dragon's, one could have been forgiven in assuming the fox was the slut, even with that fist-sized knot. Draconicon was hung from the ceiling, dazedly watching the fox as he was frotted for a few seconds before -

Hissssssss.

The feel of hot piss spraying over his cock was something almost alien, but as it spread, his memories leaked in. Being marked, humiliated, brought low; learning to crave it, overwhelmed and aroused. His cock throbbed, but for the first time in years, it sagged. It took him right back to those old years, when his cock sagged and bowed in lustful, submissive need to other males.

The fox loved it, gripping him at the thin line between his balls and pulling hard. Draconicon arched his back, growling as his toes unwillingly curled.

"Yeah, that's right, foot-bitch. You think this is bad? You're going to be as slutty as Nutless when we're done."

"Nnngh...since when...since when do foxes...get off on being on top?"

"Since always."

The fox pulled back, dropping his tapered tip to rest under the dragon's ass. He didn't feel the tip sliding past his rim...but he sure as hell felt the knot following.

"NNNNGH!"

It was knot-fuck, a thrust-yank that popped that knot in and out of his distended rim. He gasped at each ripping, pulsing, burning 'pop,' and for a second, his cock jumped back to full hardness. As soon as his ass was empty again, however, it returned to its sagging state, barely able to compare to the proper stiff cocks around him.

The fox was only the first to abuse him, with each dom eager to take a turn. They would tease his pucker, running their fingers around his increasingly-stretched hole, mocking him for how much he'd already stretched. Then, they'd piss all over his cock, spreading their stink over his shaft. It left him reeking of their stink, and his cock never stopped its limp, bobbing salute. They loved that, flicking and teasing his shaft, tugging the foreskin that had crept back over the head.

Then, they'd slam in, as hard and deep as they could manage. Each thrust found his prostate, made his cock jump and squirt pre, and then they'd yank it back out, dragging at his inner walls each time. Whimpers of pain and panic were quickly replaced by ones of want and need. Nirimer caught on, leaning in to whisper and tempt him further.

"That's it...you remember now, don't you, Master? Remember how good it feels to be a slut. How it feels to give in. No more need to pretend. Just be a good little whore, like me, and -"

POP! Squelch. POP!

"Let it out. Let it all out. Make it something big, something permanent."

POP! Squelch. POP!

"You know what I mean, Master. Just stop holding it in. Let them mark you, like you marked me, with a good...thick...prolapse."

POP! Squelch. POP! Pfffffffft.

It almost sounded like a fart as the fox took his second turn, but as the vulpine pulled out, the dragon's hole gave up the fight. A red rose of prolapsed tissue pushed out from between his cheeks, dripping slime and bodily fluids towards the floor. It hung low, wet and sensitive, nasty and slutty, a badge of 'honor' for any slut.

The fox slapped the dangling flesh, almost pushing him over the edge. Draconicon screamed, his feet pushing against the chains and his eyes hazy as he struggled to catch his breath. Nirimer turned him, making him look at his slave.

"Almost there, Master. Doesn't that feel better?"

"N-Niri..."

"Just a little more, Master," Nirimer whispered, licking his chin. "You know what's holding you back..."

"Mmmph, please..."

"These don't make it better, do they?" the other dragon whispered, gently lifting Draconicon's fat balls and letting them fall. "All they do is remind you of responsibility. Let us take them, and you can be the slut you want to be..."

That you used to be...

He groaned as his own mind corrected his slave. So many years since, but the temptation lingered...and overwhelmed him. He nodded without thinking, and Nirimer smiled.

"Good, Master. Good."

Turned in his chains, he was shoved back until he flattened out against the wall. Byron stepped forward, his black-soled foot covering the dragon's balls once more, pinning them between sole and stone.

"I wonder how long these'll take to pop..."

"Not long," Nirimer said. "He's ready."

His mind was hazy, barely hearing what they said. So far down the rabbit hole again, so deep in the sub-state he'd all but forgotten. His prolapse slid down, up, down, up, trying to return to his hole but never quite managing it. His balls strained, already on the verge of popping, but his cock still throbbed defiantly even with the pain. He moaned under his breath, then louder as his toes curled like a street slut getting railed.

Bit by bit the pressure grew until his balls were all but flattened. He couldn't see them, but Byron was leaning forward more, adding more of his weight to his sac. Those toes pressed down, five painful points on his sac. Why did it feel good? Why did he -

POP!

When they went, it stole his breath away. He arched his back, wheezing as his eyes went wide. His cock jumped, spurting white, then yellow, then clear fluid over the foot that had robbed him of his manhood. His mouth hung open, the dragon trembling as he realized just how permanently he was altered. There were potions, spells, and more to bring them back, but he had to want that, and with Niri...

He looked at his slave - former slave - and the other doms. No, they'd work hard to keep him in this space, keep him craving this. And he...he wanted them to, now.

They finally let him loose, and without the chains' support, he slumped to all fours. Nirimer slid under him, licking his failing cock as the sadistic fox stepped behind him. Draconicon groaned as his tail was flung aside like so much useless weight, his prolapse squeezed like a fleshlight until he screamed.

"You want that prolapse back inside you, bitch? Well, happy to oblige!"

The fox squeezed, then punched. The feeling of taking a fist right up his ass was like a lightning bolt to the prostate, and the slimy sensation of his prolapse creeping right back out a humiliating pleasure all its own. He moaned, the sound loud and clear for the first time since arriving. It wasn't even from the blowjob, but more from the feeling of finally going soft, losing his final hard-on. As Nirimer sucked him, the other doms circled him, some smearing their cocks against his face and leaving crotch grease behind, while others took turns slapping his prolapse, or his empty nutsack, laughing at both.

"Little dragon bitch knows his place now."

"Let's make sure that he doesn't forget it."

"Someone get some drinks; we'll need plenty of piss for this pig."

"Heh, and some new rings. Maybe some piercings for this bitch."

Bitch. Bitch. Bitch.

It had been so long since everyone called him that, and he...he liked it. He panted, moaning as the fox stood up behind him, lining up to fuck him. Something in the back of his mind had concerns, but it was quickly buried beneath slutty need. The eager sub was happy to replace the tired dom, and who knew when it would ever back down again?

The End

Summary: Draconicon is lured to a sex club by one of his harem members, only to be semi-betrayed by something that the harem member has realized.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Humiliation, Castration, 'Betrayal', Breaking, Prolapse, Anal, Piss, Watersports, Ball Popping, Soft Cock, Public, Bondage, Foot Fetish, Foot Fisting, Orgasm, Cum, Final Orgasm, Dragon, Horse, Fox, Wolf, Various Species,