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An Apology to a Neighbor

Part 1

For DrakeHavok, Winterhound776, HandofBlades, and Fyacin_Tia

Sponsored by Fyacin_Tia

By Draconicon

For all that he was used to being a friend - and sometimes more - with Drac, Havok still found it a bit weird to be part of a harem. Not bad, not bad at all, just sometimes a little bit weird. He liked being shown off, and he liked being part of all the things that they did, but it was...

Well, having people that liked him that much, that were so willing to be part of his life was not what he expected. Not like this.

The white, wingless dragon leaned back against a cushion in the common room of their shared skyscraper. Their master, Draconicon, was on a larger cushion than the rest of them, the black dragon reading a book while another slave - well, semi-slave, as he worked as a butler more than anything else - knelt at the dragon's feet. The ball python worked over the dragon's feet, rubbing them slowly, kneading those black-scaled soles with strong, skilled fingers. Havok should know; he'd gotten the chance to enjoy a massage from Zavis quite a few times himself.

He blushed as he looked further along the circle, his eyes skirting over Nirimer. The lanky, rather slutty purple-black dragon had always been rather, well, exhibitionistic, but the way that he reclined lately, showing off a total lack of balls and a caged cock, was just begging for someone to take charge and use him. Every time that Havok looked at him, he wondered if he should take a turn, but...

Well, he wasn't that kind of dragon. Not often. Not most of the time.

Even as Nirimer started to extend one leg, almost like the tattooed dragon was going to tease him, Havok deliberately looked further down the line, glancing at Fyacin. The lion was probably the most outgoing member of the harem without Gann, Ellyra, or Idesin around, and today, he was being 'outgoing' with someone new.

"So, uh, do you have to get a blowjob now?" Havok asked, nodding down at the brown-furred jackal between the lion's legs.

"Why? Do you want to give one instead?"

"Well, no, but..."

"Heh, I know I'm sexy, Havok, but come on. If you want to take a turn, all you have to do is ask."

"That's not...Ugh. Fy, why do you do that?"

"Oh, mostly because I can."

The lion smiled, shifting to lay on his side as he continued to smile in that teasing, infuriating way. Havok grumbled as he looked up and away, trying not to stare at the lion and the way that he seemed so...eager, he supposed, so happy to tease and show off every time that he was in public.

Not that it wasn't sexy; it was, and that was part of the problem. The members of the black dragon's harem tended to stay nude, for the most part, and it meant that any excitement was very obvious as soon as it was felt. His cock kept twitching upwards every time that he looked at one of his fellow harem-mates, and he never quite had the confidence to start something.

More to the point, he was still getting used to the fact that they were willing to engage in such open pleasure with one another. The number of times that he'd walked in on someone getting used by Drac was more than he could easily count, but the stuff that the harem members did to one another was nearly as numerous. He couldn't remember the last time that he'd walked into a room without finding someone at the very least jerking off or fingering themselves.

But even that was something that he was almost used to. It was the fact that they had a new person there that threw it off.

Before Havok could say anything else, their master closed his book with a soft thud. All eyes turned to the black dragon as his white eyes pored over them.

"Fyacin?" Draconicon asked.

"Hmm? Yes, master?"

"You never did explain where you found him."

"Oh, yes. Just a little friend that I made down south."

"Across the sea, then?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Perhaps in a desert country?"

"...Yes?" Fyacin said, slightly more hesitantly.

"A desert country that, in ways, imitates the land of Egypt, where there are anubian jackals, thick-faced crocodiles, hardened camels, and more?"

"What are you getting at, Master?" Havok asked.

"There's someone coming up the elevator, looking like this one's older brother. And he's angry."

None of them questioned their master's statement, and Nirimer, Havok, and Zavis all turned their heads to the lion. Fy shrugged, but seemed to have the slightest of red cheeks at being caught out.

What did you do, Fy? he wanted to ask, but he knew that he was going to get the answer soon enough.

The elevator dinged, and from it stepped a taller jackal with similar features to the one with his face buried in the lion's crotch. Fyacin smiled winsomely, but it did nothing to make the jackal any happier.

The newcomer was definitely from a different country. He wore nothing but a broad skirt, one that tumbled forward in the front and back like a loincloth, but hugged the hips enough to be more than that. Thick shoulders and a broad chest piece made him look like something out of ancient times, some overseer of the fields, perhaps, in the desert oasis. The jackal stepped forward on bare feet, ignoring everyone but the black dragon.

"Does this...feline...belong to you?" the jackal asked.

"By most rules, yes," Draconicon said, nodding as he crossed one leg over his lap, his robe billowing slightly, his wings flicking. "What has he done?"

"What makes you think that I did - mmph!"

Havok snickered slightly as Fyacin's lips were sealed shut with a gesture from their master. A little bit of magic actually seemed to take the lion's lips away, leaving him with a blank muzzle as the dragon gestured for the jackal to continue.

"You have a handle on your slaves that speaks well of you." The jackal nodded, gesturing at the semi-entranced male between the lion's legs. "This is my cousin, and he was formerly the bodyguard of the King. Or at least, one of them. He served with me for some time, only to disappear within the last month."

All eyes turned back to the mouthless lion, who had his arms crossed in a silent pout. Nirimer snorted, Zavis sighed, and Havok just slowly shook his head. Trust the lion to be the biggest flirt in the room and cause the most problems.

They turned back to the jackal as he continued.

"I was able to track his disappearance to your tower. This is theft, lord of the land."

"My name is Draconicon; you have permission to use it," the master said.

"Then I shall. Draconicon, this is theft. The bodyguards of the king are his property, and this is no less theft than stealing his jewels would have been."

"Speaking of." Draconicon gestured at the lion, and Fy yelped in the matter of someone biting off a sound. A blue jewel leaped from his mane, and the dragon floated it over to the jackal. "I believe that is yours, as well."

"..."

"There will be punishment, I assure you."

"I must insist on a type of punishment, great lord."

"Speak."

"The theft of a member of court, as well as the seduction of the king's guard, is a crime that is normally punishable by death. However, we will allow for a shift in this punishment, if the guard is returned, and if we are able to take one of your court in return, for a period of time no less than the loss of him."

The black dragon was quiet, while Havok was all aquiver with nerves. The idea of someone having to go to another kingdom was...concerning. The fact that Fyacin had gotten them in this situation in the first place was bad enough, but the fact that they were going to have to deal with this...

He knew that his master could change the whole thing, make them all safe with a wave of his hand, but he also knew that the master wasn't always keen to use his magic that way. Something about helping others help themselves, as far as he understood, but in a moment like this, he rather wished that the master would just help them magically.

Eventually, their master nodded.

"There will be a visitor to your lands."

"I will return on the morrow for him."

"We will be here. Take your cousin with you."

As the jackals departed, taking the elevator down, the master gave Fyacin his mouth back. The lion smiled as cockily as ever.

"Oops. Was I caught?"

"You are truly trying to get yourself punished, I see."

"Oh, noooo, I'm just so bad at my job."

Fyacin's sarcasm was as thick as one could imagine, and not nearly as amusing. The other slaves of the dragon groaned, rolling their eyes and covering their faces. Draconicon himself sighed and shook his head.

"I should, by all rights, send you for the punishment."

"But you're not, master. Or at least, I assume you will not fall for the lion's tricks," Zavis said, the ball python asked from the dragon's feet.

"...No, though I know he wants me to."

Fyacin's smile fell, falling so fast that Havok almost expected to hear it hit the floor. Despite the whole situation, it was hard not to chuckle to himself. He managed, though. Only just, but he managed.

"But...but..."

"Ah, Fyacin, did you believe that your master wouldn't see through the obvious trick that you had planned?" Zavis asked, going back to massaging the master's feet. "He was watching you this whole time."

"But I was sneaky as a shadow. I had it all figured out."

"Yes, and you smiled the moment you were caught. Would it not be obvious to the master that you intended to be caught, and if you intended to be caught, would it not therefore be obvious that you wished to be punished?"

"Yes, but...I...UGH!"

"Yes, Fy, we all care for you, but your urge to be punished will have to be sated another time," the calming ball python said with a smile.

Havok chuckled under his breath, shaking his head a few times. Fyacin really was something of a brat, but he was a theatrical brat. Even now, with his plan foiled, the lion had thrown himself on the floor, staring up at the ceiling with the most exaggerated 'woe is me' face that any of them had ever seen. If it wasn't for the fact that they still needed to pick someone to send along with the other kingdom's representative, it would have been enough to get Havok laughing.

As it was, it left him concerned, and very concerned, at that. He didn't know what they were going to do, but he knew that they had to figure it out soon.

"Master...what's the other land like?" Nirimer asked, sitting upright. The other dragon's legs folded over each other, very feminine in the way that he did it, and he folded his hands in his lap like a proper lady. "That man was...very fine."

"Yes, most of them are. Labor in the sun will do that."

"...Sexy labor?" Nirimer asked.

"Eh, if you call working the fields and getting sweaty sexy, yes."

"Mmmm...sweaty men are my fetish, you know."

"Yes, little dragoness, I know." Draconicon smiled. "I know."

Havok looked back at the elevator, his blush coming back ever so slightly. The idea of being around all kinds of guys dressed like that, showing off their muscles, barefoot, and probably well-endowed...

And musky...

And eager to use him...

They probably wouldn't ask. Wouldn't wait for me to start. They'd just...

Okay, yep, that was getting to him. He could feel his cock rising already, and the white dragon squirmed. He blushed as he saw Nirimer glancing at him, the other dragon winking. Nirimer's tattoos, purple swirls and runes along his hips, were glowing, as they often did when the horny slut was aroused.

"Mmmm, I think me and Havok are having the same idea. Don't you think, hon?" Nirimer asked.

"I...um...well, maybe," he admitted, running a hand past his horns and back through the hair that hung down over his head. The hair was weird; he never knew where it came from, but it always made him feel a bit unique as a dragon. "I mean, it's not like it sounds bad going there."

"Bad? Bad?! That place was great." Fyacin grumped on the floor. "Hot guys as far as the eye can see, shameless women that flashed their breasts constantly, wanton men that were eager to use you anytime you showed so much as a hint of ass...Goddammit, Drac, that's supposed to be me going back. You can't do this to me. I deserve the chance to strut my stuff for those dicks."

"Then you should have done it while visiting instead of looking for punishment," the black dragon said, shaking his head. "I agree with Zavis. Fyacin isn't being sent back, but..."

Havok could see where this was going, and he blushed as he realized how easily he had walked into this. The moment that Fyacin had been turned down, it meant that one of the other members of court had to be sent. Gann and Ellyra were busy dealing with the master's sister, working things over with her. Engy was busy dealing with all sorts of alchemical problems that the kobolds of the tower were afflicted by. Ailsa was still stuck in the hamster cage with the tentacle monster. Zavis had to be here to look after things, Idesin ran the courts, and Veronica ran the security systems. Yana was busy setting up an educational system for the city, as well as some musical events, which...

Yeah, that left him and Nirimer.

He groaned, rubbing his forehead, and the lanky, darker dragon moved over to sit with him.

"Don't worry. It'll be fun."

"Yeah, I know, I know."

"You're going to be surrounded by all the dick you want."

"Hmmmph. I guess. I just...I'm still getting used to this."

"Hey."

Havok turned, and Nirimer leaned in, kissing him. The simple move was so shocking that he didn't even respond with a kiss back. The other dragon smiled as he pulled back, patting the white dragon's cheek.

"Trust me. I know how to handle this."

"I...where..."

"Come on, we're all members of a harem. Loving is what we do."

"Yeah, but I didn't expect a kiss."

"Did you expect a blowjob?"

"...I don't know if it's better or worse that I did."

"Well, let me make up for that, then..."

Nirimer stroked his cheek, and Havok's toes curled as the other dragon's slender, teasing fingers found his erection. Yep, he was hard as a rock, no hiding that, and no hiding what was going to happen next.

"Before you start."

The master's words stopped them in their tracks, Nirimer's mouth open and Havok's cock throbbing. They both turned back to the white-eyed, black dragon.

"You're both agreeable to this? You're willing to go?"

Havok hesitated for a moment, but when he looked down at the other dragon, he knew that Nirimer had already decided that he was going. For all that he was still a shy guy, still a bit worried about his place here, Havok had to admit that he didn't like the idea of one of them going off on a punishment alone. It felt like it was just asking for trouble.

That...

That, and he had to admit that the idea of being around the sexy guys that Fyacin had been describing made him rather hard and horny.

"I, um...yeah, I'm good for it," Havok said.

"Heh, his dick definitely is, Master."

"Alright, then. You two will be prepared for travel. Have your fun; I'll get your to-go bags ready," the master said.

"Hmmph." Fyacin grumped. "Still should be me. I swear, if I had tried to steal something bigger it would have been - mmmph!"

"And you. Stop complaining. If you want a punishment, I'll find a real one for you."

Havok would have smiled at the sight of the lion under the master's foot. Hell, he did smile, though for a very different reason as Nirimer started sliding down his dick.

#

The day came and went, and the next morning, Havok and Nirimer were packed up and ready. Their bags were, well, scarce, to put it mildly. They were both given a new slave anklet, one that the master had enchanted to ensure that they would be safe and so he could pull them back at any point if things got dangerous. They both had a spell inscribed on the backs of their necks that would keep them from being damaged by heat exhaustion in a different land, and the master went so far as to make sure that they were both marked with little sigils along their feet to keep them from being burned.

As far as their possessions went, they weren't allowed clothes. Nirimer had his cock cage taken back - with apologies - and the dragons were walked down to the docks naked. A runner was sent to the jackal to tell them where the meeting would be, and Havok...

Well, Havok had never blushed so much in his life as he had during that walk. The feeling of his cock being shown off to the crowd, the way that everyone had been staring at him as he walked among them in the nude, the way that he and Nirimer had been the only ones like that for the entire trip...

God, he wanted to die and he wanted to jerk off. He really did.

Nirimer, on the other hand, had flaunted himself the whole way through the city, going so far as to shake his ass and use their master as a pole to dance around. The tattooed dragon - no, that was wrong, Nirimer preferred 'dragoness' - showed off the way that he wished that he had the confidence to. Oh, he could, if he was under the master's control, if he had been zonked out on musk, but on his own? No.

They arrived to find the jackal waiting for them, standing by a sailing vessel that was straight out of the history books. Havok blinked, staring at it with his head cocked sideways as he saw the old-style sails, the boxy shape of the ship, and then looked out at the water.

"How the hell did they get that thing here?" he asked.

"I imagine that they have their own magics for this," his master said.

"Yeah, but...that thing..."

"You'll be fine."

"I'm not sure that I believe you."

"Well, how about you believe me?" Nirimer said, strutting forward. "And if you get scared, I'll suck you off so you're too distracted to be scared."

"I don't know if your mouth is that good..."

Nevertheless, he followed his harem-mate up to the boat. The jackal was waiting for them at the top of the ramp, and the other one - the one that Fyacin had stolen - was there, too. His cheeks were burning, his face was red, but he wasn't doing anything aggressive save for standing there with angry embarrassment on his face.

As the two dragons settled down in the low-level of the deck, Draconicon joined the jackals. He looked down at the two subs, then looked at the canines.

"You have them for one month. No more."

"We will return them when the month is up."

"No, I will take them when the month is up," the dragon corrected.

"You will receive them when we are done," the jackal said. "That was the -"

"No."

Their master loomed then, and Havok couldn't help but shiver. Yet, not in a bad way. There was something to the way that their master stood up for them that always made him feel good, that made him feel safe. He smiled as he watched the black dragon seem to stretch upwards, his wings unfurling and casting shade as he went.

"I want you to hear this perfectly clearly. These two are mine. If you try and keep them from me, then you need to know what that means. I am more than you know. I am more than you understand. And wherever you go, wherever you take them will not be far enough to escape my reach."

"..."

"Make sure that you treat them well," the dragon said as he shrunk back into himself. "Safe journeys."

The black dragon walked away, leaving them alone with the jackals. Havok took a deep breath, then let it out with a shiver and a shake.

"Well...that makes me feel a little better," he admitted.

"Hmm?"

"I said, that makes me - oh. Starting already?"

Nirimer smiled, mouth already buried at the root of another jackal's cock. He shouldn't have been surprised at the oral obsession of the other dragon. He had been victim of it more than once.

He shook his head, sitting down, only for the big jackal to march down to him. The big guy looked him in the eye, then slowly nodded.

"You will make the court happy."

"I...will try?" Havok said, shrugging. "I don't know what is expected of me."

"Probably much the same of what you're used to."

"I'll try."

"Good."

"Should I...do you have a name?"

"I am General Ibli. You may call me General. Get below decks. I will send for you or your companion if there is need."

Once they found a comfortable place below-decks, they were told that the journey would take two days. Two days of sailing, two days where there would be no land in sight. Havok decided early that he would be staying below decks for the entirety of the voyage if he could get away with it, and Nirimer had a similar thought.

That said, they were not alone. Other 'slaves' were down there, too, mostly of the rodent variety, but a few others of different species. There was a gazelle, a giraffe, even an elephant, and Havok swiftly found himself splitting Nirimer's time with the elephant. It wasn't that the dragoness was any less affectionate, but rather than the purple-black dragon just enjoyed the taste of elephant as much as she enjoyed the taste of dragon.

He honestly wished that he had the guts to start talking them up rather than waiting for them to start something. He really did.

The first day came and went without incident. However, the morning of the second day, General Ibli sent for both of them. Nirimer, of course, was perfectly happy with this. Havok, however, was a little more trepidatious. They both went, though, as there was nothing else that they could do.

They reached the quarters of the General to find that he was standing beside a bubbling bucket, one that was slowly coming down from a simmer to something cooler. The naked dragons stood in the doorway, Havok looking at it, Nirimer looking at the General.

"Come in," Ibli said.

They did, and the General looked down at their groins. It took everything that the white dragon had to not cover himself, to not jam his hands over his crotch and pretend that there was nothing there. As it was, his cock was already semi-hard from being forcibly exposed like this, and the General chuckled.

"Sheathed, knotted if you are hard, yes?"

"Um...yes."

"And you?" the General said, looking at Nirimer. "Looks like you have something of a free-hanger...what happened to your balls?"

"I got rid of them a while back," the dragoness said with a dismissive gesture. "They got in the way of serving properly."

"Well, now, that is a good outlook on things."

The jackal chuckled, gesturing for them to kneel. Havok did, trying not to feel more submissive than he already did.

"Do you know what this is?" the General asked.

"Resin," Nirimer answered immediately.

"Correct. At least, a form of it."

"Heh, are you using it for what I think you're using it for?"

"If you mean to lock you up, yes."

"Lock...lock us up?" Havok asked.

"Slaves are not allowed to have their cocks do their thinking for them. Slaves of the palace are not allowed to show their cocks without the King's permission. So, you will be kept chaste."

The bubbling stopped, and the General nodded.

"It's time. Spread your legs properly, slaves."

Havok opened his mouth, but Nirimer patted his arm. The dragoness whispered 'it'll be okay', and patted him again. Havok hoped that Nirimer was right. This was...this was a lot more intense than the average chastity cage.

The General dabbed a paintbrush into the ooze in the bucket, slowly pulling it out afterward. It dripped with an odd sort of thickness to it, but the white dragon wasn't ready for how it felt.

As the jackal pulled his cock down, holding it between his legs, the brush was dragged to and fro over the bottom of his cock. It was warm, almost hot, but not in a bad way. Instead, it was like a warm slime from his master's gardens, when the plants got a bit amorous. He was used to that.

What he wasn't used to was just how tight it became. Havok gasped as he felt the goo already hardening, turning into something so rigid, so firm, that his cock couldn't come back up. His eyes went wider as he watched the jackal drag the brush over his cock again and again, connecting the scales at either side of his shaft to the bands that he was drawing over the shaft proper.

"Ah...ah..."

"Just relax, hon. It's going to be fiiiiiine," Nirimer said.

"Mmmph...This is..."

"Quiet, slave," the General said.

"Just..."

"I said, quiet."

The 'painting' continued, each little swipe forcing his cock down with that bit more intensity. Eventually, he was forced to go completely soft, but due to the angle, his cock couldn't quite pull back the way that it normally would. He blushed worse as he felt his balls getting pushed up a bit, too, the resin rapidly hardening around his dick, forming a smooth cage that was fitted exactly to the size and shape of his erection. Well, when he had one.

When he looked down again, he could see his dick through the semi-transparent material, almost making it look like his cock was caught in amber. There was no way for him to touch it. Even when he reached down, even when he tapped against the outside of the resin, he couldn't feel anything through it. No vibration, no pressure, no nothing.

It was complete and total chastity.

"That will keep you from touching yourself," the General said, tracing more of the resin between the dragon's legs, pinning his cock back there so that it couldn't even bulge the front. "You'll be allowed out for cleaning once a week, and with your cock pulled back, your urine will flow out the back when you need to relieve yourself."

"Oh, god...fuck..."

Of all the things that he had expected from being sent across the sea, having his dick captured, having this turn into No-Nut-November all over again, was not it. Even that, though, hit buttons, and his cock throbbed, trying to come up and failing. He groaned as soon as the General turned away from him, running his hands over the resin, seeing if there was even a crack in it to reach his dick.

There was none. The goo had been painted onto his scales perfectly, leaving him without even the slightest seam through which to pull at it. He tried to grope himself, but it was too firm to collapse on his cock. He tried to tug on it, tried to make it grind against his shaft, but nothing happened. It was too fixed in place, too held tight to his scales.

It was molded to him, shaped to him specifically to keep him from being able to get off, and it was doing the job perfectly.

Havok whimpered, his arousal climbing in a way that made it all the more uncomfortable. He'd always had a hard time trying to find a way to seduce people like Nirimer, never had an easy time of being confident and slutty like Fyacin. He'd never had the quiet confidence of Zavis, or the outgoing, easy nature of Gann and Ellyra and the others. He was always waiting for someone else to take that first step.

And now, he would have to go past that. His cock was caged, and there was no way for him to get off without someone else...doing...things...

His tail started rising on its own as the General painted Nirimer's smaller dick, pulling it down in just the same manner. However, due to Nirimer's smaller cock, the dragoness's resin patch - something that glowed with the color of amber - was much smaller, and Havok wondered if the different slaves had their cock sizes both hidden and advertised by how much of the amber-like resin there was between their legs.

The thought was hot. The idea of having his cock pinned in place like this, everyone knowing that he had...well, a decent one, was kinda sexy, too.

Fuck...fuck...don't get hard...don't get hard...

Not that he could.

FUCK!

Oh, this was going to be a long month. This was going to be a REALLY long month.

The End

Summary: The harem is just hanging out until it comes up that Fyacin has caused a problem, and Nirimer and Havok have to fix it.

Tags: M/M, M/solo, dragon, sissy, nutless, jackal, lion, snake, various species, slavery, chastity, chastity cage, resin, fondling, nudity, exhibitionism, oral, harem, teasing,