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(Oc)Cult Friends

Part 5

For AkimitsuSeveCan

By Draconicon

Gauthier wasn't keen on the situation, but that had been the case since the whole kobold slavery thing had gotten off the ground. It wasn't just that he had been rendered weaker, less capable, and shorter than all his enemies, but also the fact that he had...that he had new...urges. Urges that were getting harder and harder to ignore.

The former human slumped back in the communal den of kobolds where they all rested when they weren't getting used or put to work, trying to ignore the stiff feeling between his legs and the way that the smooth, semi-soft resin cage kept him from touching his cock. The other kobolds were eager to play with each othe when they got like this, but he...well, he still didn't entirely like the idea of a monster playing with his dick.

And he didn't want to get used to it. Everything that happened down here was one more thing that he'd have to fix when he got out, and that list was getting longer and longer.

He felt his hand idly stirring towards his hard-on, and grabbed himself by the wrist as he stared up at the gray-stoned ceiling overhead. No. No, he was not going to jerk off, no matter how horny he -

"What doing?"

And just like that, he almost jumped out of his scales. Silence to speech was always jarring. He whipped his head to the right, seeing Leeka leaning on one of the other sleeping kobolds, one hand under his chin and the other tapping on a scaly thigh. The question, of course, was stupid; Leeka was already staring at his cock.

"Nnngh. Ignoring this," he muttered, reminding himself to talk like a kobold rather than a person. Better to make them think that he was going along with this.

"Why?"

"Because annoying."

"Less annoying if you play."

"Can't finish."

"Still fun."

"Not for me."

"Heh. New-Bold."

Leeka dragged himself up, curvaceous enough that Gauthier still struggled to believe that the other kobold was actually male despite seeing a cock swinging around that was just about the same size as his. It was restrained in the same sort of flexible resin as his, too, hanging low and dripping almost constantly.

Then again, those balls probably fed that dick nearly as much as his fed his shaft. The sheer lack of relief that all the kobolds received meant that they were always horned up and ready for something, and considering that a lot of the monsters that guarded parts of the ruin took their tribute in pre-cum and cum, that was a very good thing.

Leeka licked his cock without him asking, and he groaned, tilting his head to the side.

"Please...stop..."

There was no real vehemence in his voice, and Leeka knew it. The kobold kept bobbing his head, sucking down to the base and then pulling back to the tip. Up, down, up, down, each time pulling just a little bit harder, those scaly cheeks sucking in and making quite the intense vacuum feeling in there.

Mmmph...

He did his best not to moan, but he knew that it would happen eventually. Leeka was very good with his mouth, and regularly serviced all the kobolds, despite being the one that led the various expeditions into the underdark beneath the ruins. Leader or not, Leeka was also a pervert of the highest order, and seemed all too eager to have a dick in either end.

And Gauthier would have been fine with that...were it not for the fact that Leeka was both a male and a kobold. It was one thing for him to start getting used to a hole was a hole - he had seen that happen in many prisons, for example - but it was another thing to want a kobold to be doing it. He gritted his teeth, looking away and closing his eyes.

"Mmmm..."

The teasing little chuckle in Leeka's throat was not helping. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to go asleep. Eventually, somehow, he managed it.

The next morning came with a great deal of pre-cum inside of the resin seal, something that made his hyper-sensitive cock feel like it was floating and swimming in slime. Overall, it wasn't actually a bad feeling, but it was a rather...intense one. He groaned under his breath as he shifted his weight back and forth against the pile of kobolds, rolling off them when he knew that the rest of them were waking up, as well. Some of them separated, coming apart at the hips with a squelching sound. It almost sounded like they had been touched by the Blessed in the night, allowed wet dreams, and the wetness that parted their cheeks as they walked away confirmed it.

Gauthier growled under his breath, but the former human said nothing. No point. He needed to focus on the day ahead, not the night behind, and that meant doing what he was told and doing it well.

He could do that much. He was pretty sure he could do that much.

Gauthier followed the waking kobolds to the main square again for the seventh time in a week, half-expecting yet another 'mission' when he would need to go under the ruins with the rest of Leeka's group and start hunting for magical trinkets again. There were quite a few down there, more than he had ever imagined would be found in a single ruin, but at the same time, he had no idea what the cult was actually doing with them. They had more than enough magic to turn many, many people into kobolds or dragons, so what were they doing with the excess?

That was something that he would only find out by getting into the temple proper, and he doubted that they were going to allow kobolds in there anytime soon. They were made to worship the Blessed, and that meant that they didn't have to go to the temple. The Blessed came to them.

And the worship was very, very physical.

As Gauthier lined up with Leeka and the others that he had worked with over the last week, he could feel his cock twitching. Just standing by them reminded him of the easy pleasure that the kobolds shared with each other. They didn't mind not getting a full orgasm from it. All that mattered to them was the pleasure of the moment, the way that they enjoyed one another while they were together and licking, sucking, fuckng -

"EEP!"

And fondling, as another of them reminded Gauthier by reaching down to give him a few strokes. He slapped the hand away, shivering.

"Not now," he managed to grunt.

"Why not now?"

"Want pay attention."

"Heh, New-Bold excuse."

"Blessed might want attention."

"..."

"Might get picked for service."

That was enough of a reason for the other kobold, and they went quiet, staring towards the temple like he did. He breathed out a small sigh of relief, looking up at the massive structure and imagining what he was going to do for the day.

Probably end up digging out tunnels again, get mud under my claws and between my toes again...

That had been the way of things for a while, and he had no idea if it was ever going to change. Rewards came in the form of random bits of attention from the Blessed, including one that had made him worship a foot. A foot, of all things. Gauthier had been a proud warrior, and he did not deserve -

Well...

He blushed as the memory made his dick twitch, and he shook his head. He was not some sort of foot freak. He just...he'd been hypnotized, controlled. That was all.

He wasn't into that sort of shit.

The Blessed arrived with a roar and a thud of their wings, and the kobold instincts struck hard. The lot of them, every kobold in the square, sprung a stiff one all at once, and they bowed at the waist, then to the ground, pressing their heads to the stone beneath them. They whispered words of devotion, and while Gauthier managed to stop himself from doing that, he mouthed nonsense to at least look like he was fitting in.

The various kobolds were silent after the soft clicks of clawed toes announced that the Blessed were among them. Gauthier waited, taking his cues from the others. Something had changed, he realized; there was something new happening today.

"Initiates..."

The word echoed through the group, and they all sat up at once, with him following a half-second behind. They stared with joy at the two Blessed that stood at the front of the crowd, at the one that looked blue-green, and the other that was some strange mix of black and white. Striped, almost, in places, and for a moment, Gauthier had a feeling of familiarity there.

It passed quickly, the blue-green one doing the talking.

"Initiates. We bring before you gifts, today."

Gifts?

That seemed an odd thing for the masters to give the slaves, but then again, they were a cult. Not quite master/slave, just close with a few differences. This must have been one of them, something that would make them better slaves to the upper classes of the cult.

The speaking Blessed gestured to the other. From its robes, the white-black dragon pulled forth collars, metal ones that had gems in them that shone with a surprising amount of magical power. Even from the back of the crowd, Gauthier could smell it, could all but taste the magic that was coming off that stuff. It was powerful enough that he imagined that it would be able to transform anyone into a mage of at least low-power.

"We give you the gifts of the Blessed, power that will make your lives easier. In service to the Blessed, may you wield this."

"Wield gift!"

The kobolds shouted at the top of their lungs again, welcoming their present. The black-white dragon knelt down, attaching the first of the collars to the kobold at the front of the crowd. There was a softer gasp, followed by the kobold being pulled to his feet. He looked down at his hands, and at first, nothing happened.

Then, his fingers burst into flame.

He laughed, holding his hands over his head as he shot little fireballs into the air. They were little more than impact-enchanted embers, as far as Gauthier could tell from a distance, but they were far more than a kobold should have been able to do.

How did they...

That had to be Lykus, he realized. They were forcing the wolf to create things, to alter bits of magic and make it into something different.

Goddammit, you stupid wolf...

This had to be Lykus; there wasn't anyone else he knew that could adapt magic on this scale, who could just take it from different artifacts and turn the magic into something else. But why would he...

There was no answering that out here. He had to get into the temple for that, and in order to get in, he needed to be more than he was. Stronger, more empowered.

Collared.

I don't stand a chance with this body...but with that...

He waited in the crowd with all the other kobolds as the Blessed walked down the lines, collaring those that they approved of. He half-expected them to skip over him, considering that he was new, and he prayed that they wouldn't.

For a moment, it seemed like his hopes were dashed. They had just knelt down and collared Leeka, leaving the other kobold with a great deal of power in his hands, with ice running down his fingers and a grin on his face. They started to walk on, but then the black-white dragon looked down at him, tapping the blue-green one on his arm. They whispered something to one another, and then turned back to him.

"You..."

Gauthier lifted his head, trying to focus. The black-white dragon smiled at him, chuckling.

"I remember you. You licked my foot after finding some good stuff under the city."

Oh...it was you...

He remembered, now. He remembered that dragon all too well, and his cheeks burned as he nodded. He bowed his head to keep the burning from being quite so visible, only to have his head tilted back, made to look the dragon in the eye.

"You did well."

"Thank you, master," he managed to get out.

"You deserve a reward."

"Should work, master."

"And you will. Once you are collared."

As the metal band was lowered to his neck, he couldn't help but think that at least it wasn't another foot worship session in public. The cold steel pressed against the sides of his throat, and then slowly closed, clicking shut. The feeling of tightness there didn't give him another fetish, thankfully, but -

Squelch.

Squelch?

He looked down his arms, and saw that, rather than gaining some new power like ice or lightning, he had some kind of green goo running out from between his scales. Half-hoping that it was some kind of acid, he held out his arm, seeing if it would fall and melt through the floor. Some did hit the stone below him, but it just rolled and bounced in a semi-solid state.

...Well, that's useless...

He glared down at the spells that ran through his arms. Whatever this was, it seemed like it was going to be fucking worthless in getting him the power that he needed to get into the temple, and now, the Blessed had another piece of humiliation wrapped around his neck. Just fucking wonderful.

Gauthier glared at his hands until the Blessed started calling out jobs, and even then he kept clenching his hands in anger, feeling the slimy mess running through his fingers and making more and more noise the more riled up he got. Leeka patted his arm, trying to soothe him, but he refused to let himself be.

Just once, I think that magic might be useful, and it's just a fucking joke.

He crossed his arms as the jobs were called out, not even paying attention. Leeka was getting bouncier, though, more agitated, and he only realized that he was getting ever more excited when the rest of the crowd had been dismissed. Gauthier blinked, looking at the little unofficial leader.

"What's going on?" he muttered.

"Service, service, service!"

"Yeah, all service. What we doing?"

"Servicing them!"

"...Shit."

They were led away to another part of the ancient ruin, where he, Leeka, and the remaining ten kobolds would be of 'service' to the Honored and the Blessed. The place of service in and of itself was, he supposed, rather typical.

The old dungeon, I imagine, he grumbled as he was led into the roofless chamber, where old lines of metal on the floor indicated where the cell walls would have been, and where the different dividers would have stood between the various cells. He shook his head, allowing himself to be taken to the far wall of the room, where some of the old chains still stood. They were rusted, somewhat damaged, but they were more than strong enough for the kobolds.

He expected manacles, but instead, he was pushed down to his knees. The chains were run over the backs of his legs, then wrapped around his thighs, keeping him down in that kneeling position. Two shackles were attached to his ankles, keeping him from pulling away from the wall, and his hands were tied behind his back, ensuring that he wouldn't be using them to 'cheat' when he was serving the more dragon-like of the cult.

He blushed as one of the Honored - the members of the cult that were half-kobold, half-dragon and halfway between the kobolds and Blessed in terms of power - reached down and fondled him. His cock throbbed upwards obediently, showing itself off in the smooth resin that encapsulated it. The Honored smiled, pulling slightly at the base and making it open up just enough to let loose some of the slime that had been trapped on the inside.

"Looks like you're a productive little thing."

"Horny. No release," Gauthier muttered.

"Yeah, you get used to that. When you get a little higher, you have a few more indulgences. If you keep up with your duties, at least."

He didn't know what that meant, and he was too horny and embarrassed to care at that moment. The Honored gave him a few more strokes, then pushed his head back against the wall. The collar made a clicking sound, and suddenly he was gasping slightly, the collar locked against the wall.

"Amazing things..."

The Honored didn't bother to explain, merely shifting his loincloth off to the side and exposing himself to the kobold's view. Gauthier stared at the massive shaft before him, the long rod reaching at least ten inches in length, with a tapered sort of tip and the hint of a knot down at the very base. He could imagine that thing roughing up just about anyone that managed to take even a portion of it, and here he was, bound to please the stupid thing and take it all the way to the hilt. Probably repeatedly.

The Honored leaned in a bit closer, resting one clawed hand on the back of his head and grinding against his face. The hot, thick smell of cock smeared across his nostrils and over the edge of his snout at large, almost like a perverted balm to his lips.

Nnngh...

Gauthier's head was already swimming, feeling the commands from that conditioning chamber slamming into place once more. The heady musk of a half-dragon wasn't as strong as that of the Blessed, but it was still more than enough to have him going weak at the knees, to have his head going funny and his cock going hard.

"Come on, little Initiate...show me your loyalty...your devotion..."

Tap, tap. The shaft rubbed against his cheek, a playful tap that reminded him of what he was. The bottom of the heap. The kobold. The little servant born to be a plaything of the dragons. Nothing more, nothing less.

Nothing ever more.

He shivered as he felt his lips opening almost on their own, that shaft throbbing as it rested against his tongue. The hot, salty taste of that pre-cum flowing free only made him moan that much more, leaving his eyes rolling back.

I don't...don't want...

No, no, he didn't want this. Surely, he didn't want this. It was the curse, the conditioning, what they had done to him to alter him through magic. That was all this was. He was doing what he had to do to make them think that it was complete, that he didn't have any fight left.

That was all.

That had to be all.

Lick, suck, lick, suck. His tongue pushed up, guiding the throbbing rod against the roof of his mouth. He felt the Honored groan and throb all the harder at that, felt the clawed hands rubbing along the sides of his head and pulling him down for more. More. MORE.

With a sudden thrust, he was rammed back against the wall again, his throat stuffed to the brim and leaving him all but gagging on the throbbing stiffness that forced his throat open. It brought the sheer size difference between the two of them down hard, reminding him what he was, what the Honored was. Not two humans, but one short kobold and one much taller semi-dragon. He coughed, gagged, but the clenching in his throat did nothing to slow the other male down. If anything, it only seemed to entice him further.

The big guy grabbed his horns and started thrusting. Not just bucking his hips, not just grinding, but thrusting away, humping right against his lips and down his throat. Every thrust ended in a gluk as his throat was forced open further than he wanted, further than he could take, or nearly so. He gagged around it more than once, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he struggled to breathe.

Several times, the Honored pulled out, dragging his cock free and showing off the whole length, spit and mucous coating the whole thing. Gauthier had a half-second to see it that way, to see the long strings of slime connecting the two of them, before the Honored slammed it right back down his throat, gagging him once more.

In, out, in, out, and his world slowly spiraled down to that cock down his throat, the scales so close to his face, those balls battering against his chin. So good, so hard, so hot. It was musky, a mess of slime and need down there, and he didn't care. All that mattered was how good the big guy felt.

Swallow, suck. He could feel the pre-cum pumping down his throat, each thrust spurting out a bit more over his tongue or down to his guts. It was a meal, near enough, and he wasn't sure how much room he had in his stomach for it.

Lack of air made it hard to think, and he focused all his attention on that cock. On that shaft. On that hot, throbbing, massive dragon dong that made him feel so overwhelmed, so tiny, so good.

In, out, in, out, the balls counting out the thrusts as slaps against his chin. One, two, three four, pulled, popped.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Look at that, little guy. I'm close."

"Nnnngh..."

He stared through bleary eyes at the throbbing shaft just over his face, looking at the drops of pre-cum falling left, right, and center. Some of them fell over his cheeks, some on his chest, some on his lips. It didn't matter. It was all over him.

"Want to be marked, Initiate? Or down your throat?"

"Nnngh..."

"Say it."

"Throat."

Faster. Better. Less humiliating. The grip on his horns returned, pulling his head back, and down his throat that shaft went. He gagged against it, swallowing as hard as he could to keep it rolling back down his throat, but even then it was barely enough. He kept swallowing, forcing it to go where it needed to go, then -

Splat.

Splat.

Splat.

He could feel each throbbing swell through the shaft, making it all the more obvious what was happening. The heated spurts went right down his throat and into his stomach, leaving him warm down there, too.

He moaned under his breath, swallowing with every inch of that shaft still thrust down his throat. The Honored took his time pulling it back, showing it off one last time before putting it away. Gauthier could hardly breathe, coughing more than once as it came out, and then...then, there was another.

"Service me, Initiate..."

Gauthier was trapped there for nearly five hours, sucking one cock after another. There were so many more Blessed and Honored than he had thought there were, and each one wanted to have a tight throat around their cocks. The other kobolds moaned as they were taken, obviously enjoying their oral play. He was...of more mixed opinion, and the very fact that it was mixed rather than outright repulsed sent a shiver down his spine.

I don't...I don't want this...

And yet, his cock was harder than it had ever been, and his body was heated and needy. His hole wanted something inside, and he could feel his willpower draining with each and every fuck that he got. He needed...he needed a pause, a break, something!

So, when the next Blessed approached him - the same black and white one that had been passing out the enchanted metal bands - he looked up through a face smeared with dragon seed and scaly sweat, panting for breath and shaking his head. He said the first thing that came to mind.

"Please, let me service you differently. Just...h-hey, let me serve your feet instead of your cock...something different..."

The black and white dragon cocked his head to the side, looking down and then back up. For a moment, Gauthier wondered if that had been just a little bit too obvious, something that he should have kept to himself, but the moment passed as the Blessed lifted his sole and flexed his toes. The same odd obsession that he had felt coming out of the well all those days ago hit him again, and his resin-soaked shaft throbbed in its containment.

"Mmmph..."

"Well, Initiate? What are you waiting for? Serve," the Blessed said with a small chuckle.

Yes. Serve. He had asked to do that, hadn't he, and the Blessed was offering him such a nice...such a nice sole to serve. He stared at the large foot, at the soft, shining scales along the underside. Surprisingly clean for walking around barefoot all the time, but then again, there were probably other kobolds that served them, kept them clean. The only thing that stained it and kept it shiny was the sweat running down from those toes.

Those dancing toes.

His head spun as he stared at the sole, leaning forward as much as his binds would allow him. He half-choked himself leaning against his collar, sticking out his tongue for that foot a few inches away. He blushed as he realized just how much he was straining to lick it, how he sticll couldn't quite reach it until -

Splat.

The Blessed leaned forward, pressing that broad sole right against his face. Dark as pitch, the underside smeared its musk right into his face, and he groaned loudly, his cock throbbing upwards and begging for attention that it wasn't going to get. Against his will, Gauthier could feel his hips hunching, thrusting, slamming forward against nothing. He moaned under his breath, huffing hard against the toes in his face, breathing in the heady musk that was carried from between the gaps between the toes.

"Ah...ah..."

"Come on, little guy. All you have to do is lick. You're not that cock-stupid yet, are you?" the Blessed teased.

"Nnnngh...no..."

"Then come on. Lick."

He did as he was told, slowly sticking out his tongue again and getting a good taste of that thick, scaly sole. The first lap dragged a massive dose of pleasurable sweat over his tongue, and he blushed as he realized just how hot that was, how musky and salty it was. The dragon's foot, in that moment, was insanely sexy, enough to make him hard and throbbing, and enough to make him consider humping it.

Nnnngh...

His cheeks burned hotter at that, and he wanted to turn his head, look away, do something that wasn't just making him that much hornier, but at the same time, he knew that he couldn't. He had a role, right? A role to make them think that he was completely broken down, that he wanted to stay.

Gotta...gotta keep fooling 'em.

So, Gauthier licked it again, and again, each time feeling the shivers that the sweat sent down his spine. It was almost like sucking down an aphrodisiac, his cock throbbing and soon spitting pre-cum in the resin tube that held it tight. He whimpered, shivering and sweating himself, his toes curling in unwilling delight.

The toes kept curling, dancing in his eyes, and it was like he could stare at nothing else. Even the Blessed's words came as if from a distance.

"You are really settling in, aren't you?"

"Mmmph...mmm-hmm..."

"You like being down there, don't you?"

"Mmm...mmm-mm..."

"Oh? Are you dissatisfied? Not getting enough dick, or enough feet?"

Gauthier groaned, his head spinning. Something about those toes, about those flicking, dancing, curling toes, kept pulling him back. No matter how much he tried to think about something else, they kept dragging him back down, focusing him on that big...shiny...

Sexy foot...

He huffed, his mouth hanging open when he wasn't licking the sole directly, the toes running down his muzzle and dragging over the tongue themselves. His face had become some sort of scaly doormat, and he was barely listening anymore.

"If I'd known you were like this before..."

"Nnnngh..."

"A real pity, little one."

That foot patted his head, and he almost felt offended. Almost.

"A real pity, indeed."

Gauthier didn't know what that meant. All he knew was that the Blessed was starting to pull away from him, which would mean that he'd have to go back to cock-sucking, and then maybe to other things. Things that even in his fascinated, hypnotized state he didn't actually want to do.

So, he did the only thing he could. He leaned forward and sucked one of the toes into his mouth, and bit down, growling almost possessively.

The Blessed blinked, standing on one foot and looking down at him with one eyebrow raised. Gauthier had a hazy thought that perhaps he might have gone too far, but then the Blessed smiled a little bit. Then a little bit more.

"Well...if that's the way that you want to play it..."

"Mmmm...?"

"Maybe there's a little bit of you left, after all...and someone like you might do a lot better higher up...Now..." That foot pressed tighter against his face, sealing him within a prison of scales and sweat and sexy musk. "Breathe in...and listen..."

The End

Summary: Gauthier gets the chance to see what real service is under the dragons...and gets a little boost, too.

Tags: M/M, Kobold, Dragon, Bondage, Oral, Blowjob, Facefuck, Foot Fetish, Sweat, Musk, Cum, Orgasm, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Teasing, Fantasy, Cult, Series,