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An Apology to a Neighbor

Part 2

Featuring DrakeHavok and Winterhound776

Sponsored by Fyacin_Tia

Havok half-expected to be marched across a desert after they arrived at the southern kingdom, but after the two days on the boat, he was pleasantly surprised with the fact that they seemed to arrive directly in port. Not just any port, either, but apparently the capital. When they were brought up on deck after the boat stopped rocking, the white dragon could just make out something that looked like a palace on top of a hill.

Of course, just because they were on the water didn't mean that it was any less overheated. He groaned as he felt the sun beating down on his head, turning his white scales shiny with sweat almost immediately. He shifted from one foot to another, blushing as he was revealed in all his naked 'glory' to the people on the ship and down on the docks. The General pushed him forward by a few steps, making him show off his resin-covered dick to those that were walking around down there.

"Enjoying being on display, slave?" the jackal asked.

"I...um..."

"Well, you're dripping enough to say yes."

Havok shivered, the dragon suddenly aware of the warmth that was running out of the back of the resin plate between his legs. With his cock dragged down the way that it was, it meant that any arousal ended up...dribbling...past his taint and along his ass, then down his legs. It almost had him looking like a dragoness down there, now that he thought about it.

Oh fuck...oh, FUCK...

And now that he was aware, he was throbbing all the harder, his cock pulled back, unable to rise, and dripping pre-cum like a bitch. A shiver ran down his spine as he tried to pull his legs together, only for the jackal to push him forward, keeping him walking, keeping him dripping.

Nirimer walked beside him, completely happy in his role. The white dragon groaned as the rune-marked dragon walked beside him.

"That's not fair...why are you so...relaxed?"

"Well, I kinda like it."

"So do I, but...mmmph. Forget I said that."

"Heh. Until we get home."

"...Fair."

Somewhat, at least. In a different country, he didn't know if he could trust people to be nice about that sort of thing, but back at home, he knew that his master and his friends wouldn't make his life hell with knowing that he liked this. Oh, there'd be teasing, and lots of it, but nothing dangerous.

They were marched off the boat, their hands and legs free, but forbidden from covering themselves up. Due to the nature of the resin and how it was partially transparent, everyone could see his cock and balls and how they were pulled back, and he was sure that they could see Nirimer's shaft and empty sac. They were both completely vulnerable, neither of them able to hide what they had come here as: slaves, and toys.

It was...weird, in a way, to be seen as something so exotic. No matter where he looked, there were no other dragons in this place. Sure, there were camels, and fennecs, and jackals, and here and there crocodiles walked about in the same bare-chested ways as the rest of the people on the boat had been. Everyone seemed to be barefoot, too, something that didn't go unnoticed by either him or Nirimer.

The more that he saw, the more that he realized how pent-up he was, and the more he realized how pent-up he was, the more that he wanted to do something about it. The problem was -

"Nnnnngh..."

He almost stumbled as they reached the edge of the docks, feeling his cock trying to pull forward, trying and failing to slide along the smooth, channeled resin pressing against it. He hissed a couple of curses under his breath as Nirimer had help him stay up.

"It'll get easier."

"I'm not used to hard chastity."

"Latex?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Heh, trust me, hon. This is soooo much better. You forget about your dick entirely, and you only think about your ass, and soon, you'll be begging for them to fuck the ever-living shit out of you."

"I don't want...I don't think..."

Havok blushed. It had only been a day without getting off, and he was already starting to get tempted by things that he had never been interested in before. That boded all sorts of bad, didn't it?

They were pushed along, the General, the General's cousin, and the other jackals that had been on the ship making sure that they kept moving. They were marched through the city, dragged along when they started to slow down, pushed when they were hesitant. Havok saw all sorts of things that reminded him of older worlds, from the market bazaar that really was something ripped out of ancient Egypt to the temples that lined the roads. Some of them were nothing more than small shrines at which little offerings had been placed, while others were much larger, the sort that were meant for mass worship.

Buildings of stone and clay loomed high over the rest of the city, casting shadows of gods and monsters, spirits and demons, mages and priests. They were everywhere, and they seemed to cast power with them from the miracles and magic that he could both see and hear in the distance.

"This is a...weird place," he said, substituting weird for all sorts of other words that were stronger.

"I love it," Nirimer said.

"Because of the...you know, slaves?"

"That, and all the hot men."

"You can get that at home."

"Not like this."

Much as Havok wanted to argue, he had to admit that there was something to the men here that was missing from the men in their master's city. They weren't under that same protection, under the same laws. Here, they weren't uplifted sex toys. Here, they were just slaves, and that meant that they had people looking at them differently, treating them differently.

It was kinda hot.

"Nnngh..."

"Heh, there's a reason I don't miss my balls," the other dragon said, patting him on the back sympathetically. "Don't worry. You'll get used to it, I promise."

That was the thing. Havok was sure that he could get used to it, but that didn't mean that he wanted to.

Still, he had to admire just how open Nirimer was about what he had become. The dark-scaled dragon had never been particularly ashamed of being nutless, or being a slut, or being called a dragoness. If anything, he embraced them, turning them around from being something that someone could hurt him with into being things that made him special, that made him someone that could enjoy those things that others couldn't.

That was something that he did envy, even if he never did take it that far.

"Move, slaves," the General ordered, and they were back on the march.

The palace was a vast, open structure, and the throne room wasn't exactly what you'd call a defensible room. Instead, it was the first room in the palace, a great hall that stretched out for hundreds of feet on a side. The ceiling was held up by statues that served the role of columns, each of them either a jackal, or an eagle, or some other creature that looked more deific than it did mortal.

Throughout the throne room were various strangers, people that looked better dressed than those that had been wandering the streets. Havok saw that most of them were wearing some sort of golden chest piece, or jewelry along their fingers, or bands around their ankles and their wrists that set them apart from the average person around them. They were dressed no better than those in the city - still the skirt and bare chest, even in the case of females - but the servants of the palace were dressed far less.

Havok hadn't thought that the resin could be any skimpier, but it turned out that it could be. There were males that had their cocks painted with the resin so that they were pulled up, left always erect so that their cocks dripped like fountains for those that wanted to watch. There were those that had their balls painted with it so that there was a weighted ring around the sac, forcing the balls down and making them look heavier. And then there were those that had the resin itself painted, turning it into jewelry across their bodies that made them sparkle in the light that came through the columns.

They were beautiful and handsome, and they still looked down on him and Nirimer, he could tell. They were the old slaves, the old guard, and they were the new people.

The General walked him and his harem-mate up towards the throne, passing by a number of different species. They were watched the whole way there, and by the time that Havok was made to take the knee at the foot of the throne, he was dripping into the cage more than he wanted to admit. The feeling of all that pre-cum inside sloshing around left him blushing worse than he expected.

Kneeling was worse. As soon as his knee touched the ground, he had to push his hips into a different position, and it shifted how he held himself. The pre-cum that had been building up around the middle and tip of his cock suddenly had to go in a different direction, and he felt it puddling and pooling around the base of his cock. His body heat was keeping it warmer than it had to be, and it meant that it was a lot slimier, slicker, and naughtier than he expected.

God...fuck...fuck...

It felt like his cock was swimming in it, slimed up and thrusting against it. He felt so dirty, so...naughty.

His cheeks must have been somewhere between pink and crimson by the time that he was allowed to look up at the king, and seeing who now owned him, his arousal only got worse.

The king, or at least the apparent monarch, was one of the crocodile species that he had seen down at the docks. This one was taller than him by a head, and he looked like the sort of person that had served in the army. At the very least, he had the arms and thick muscles of a soldier, with a heavy layer of bumps and rises and bulges beneath his scales. Havok meeped quietly as he looked at the bigger male, watched him standing up, seeing those muscles rippling at the motion.

More than that, he stared down, his eyes following the oiled, yellow scales of the crocodile's underbelly down to that skirt, and saw how there was a fat dick just about ready to pop out from under it. He could see the head from his kneeling position, and he could already imagine what it would do to his ass, how it would make him squeal and moan and shiver from head to toe.

Then his eyes went even further down, and he found himself staring at the crocodile's feet. Though the toes were ever so slightly webbed, the plantigrade soles were big and broad, the sort of large feet that were meant for pinning down big things and holding them there. The undersides had the same sort of shine as the rest of the crocodile's body, which either meant that they were oiled up like the rest of him, or...

Havok's cock throbbed painfully hard between his legs, reminding him of the inability to cum right then, or even throb forward. He lowered his head again, groaning under his breath.

"Are these the ones guilty of stealing our bodyguard, General?" the crocodile asked in a husky, hulking sort of voice, almost spoiled, but powerful nonetheless. "I do not recognize them."

"They were the offering that the dragon's court gave, Pharaoh." The jackal bowed his head. "The guilty one was to be punished at the court he had fled to."

"I see."

"We are allowed their company for one month, Pharaoh. After that, they must be sent back."

"Hmm. We shall see."

The way that the crocodile said that, Havok didn't hold out hope that they would be sent back willingly. At the same time...well, if he was going to be in the company of someone like this...

He looked at the crocodile again as the Pharaoh descended the stairs. The crocodile looked at him, eyes half-lidded, head cocked to the side. There was a measuring stare there, but not the same as he got from his master. This one was entirely down to whether he would be pleasurable or not.

The smile that followed told him what the answer was for the Pharaoh.

"I will start with this one. You may split the other."

"Thank you, oh wise Pharaoh."

Havok was pulled to his feet a second later, and he yelped as he was dragged up the stairs with the crocodile. Looking over his shoulder, he wasn't altogether surprised to see Nirimer pushed down to all fours. The purple-black dragon went down with ease, his rune-marked hips shimmering as he obviously got more and more aroused as he was surrounded by the two jackals and more, the nobles coming forward to see the strange beast to their court.

The Pharaoh, on the other hand, tugged him right up to the throne. Havok barely had a chance to put together what was happening before the bigger male sat down and pushed him down to his knees.

"Hmmm, do you have experience with other males, slave?"

"I, um, yes?"

"Then you will be able to take this."

The white dragon knew what was coming, but even as the Pharaoh reached down and pulled his skirt to the side, he wasn't prepared for the sheer girth that he was faced with. While the crocodile wasn't as long as his master was, at least not by two inches, he was just as thick. Havok hadn't had the chance to really practice his oral for a while, and...and...

Pulse, pulse went his cock between his legs as that thick, almost tangible musk filled the air. He could feel that pre-cum oozing out from between his legs, running along his taint, dripping back almost all the way to his ass and along his tail. His eyes widened as he sucked in that scent, his nostrils flaring.

"Oh...gods..."

"You like it. That's good, slave."

The crocodile lifted his cock, slapping it against Havok's cheek. The dragon hadn't had a hit of musk like that since the last time that his master had pinned him underfoot, and that had been some time ago due to both time constraints and his master's busy schedule, and his own shyness.

Now, it was just being forced on him.

"Ah...ah..."

He shivered at the cock slaps, barely able to keep his head on straight. He tried to turn his head away, to look somewhere else, but the crocodile grabbed him by the horns, forcing him to face ahead again.

"You know what you are supposed to do, slave. Now, do it."

The tip of that fat cock pressed against his lips, and the white dragon whimpered. Not in fear, but in raw embarrassment and want. His cock was pulsing like mad, more excited than it had ever been. Pre-cum swam and sloshed around his cock, soaking the shaft before oozing out behind him and dripping on his feet.

God...fucking...

And there was an audience. How could he forget the audience, the nobles, and everyone else that had come to the palace? They were watching him now, staring at him as he stared at the Pharaoh's cock.

God...so...sexy...

And he was losing himself to the need that it gave him. The need to suck, the need to serve, the need to give in and be a good little bitch.

Slowly, Havok opened his mouth, and that thick rod slowly slid into his snout, filling it up and running all the way back towards the back of his mouth. The closer he got to the base of that dick, the more that the heady musk filled his head, and the harder it was for him to think of anything but the urge to suck, the urge to serve.

Finally, he hit the base. Inexperience lost out to the raw need for that cock, and even though he gagged slightly at the base, he still swallowed around it. That shaft throbbed in his neck, feeding him pre-cum.

"Good, good..."

The Pharaoh's large hand rubbed back and forth across his forehead, gently petting him, soothing him, reminding him that he had done the right thing. He rumbled softly in pleasure, his eyes half-closed as he sucked in the musk of the crocodile's groin. It made it so easy for him to slip away.

"The scent of Ra holds you," the Pharaoh said. "His musk compels you. You will serve him, and Sobek's servant here on this throne."

Havok's head rolled back as the crocodile pushed his head back, and he shivered as he was made to let go. He panted hard, his cock throbbing, twitching, pulsing. It would have been painful if he was made to focus on that too much, but with that thick scent in the air, it only added to his pleasure.

The dragon's head lolled left, right, left again, until the Pharaoh stopped him with a chuckle.

"You enjoyed that."

"Yes..."

"What else do you enjoy, slave? What has your master sent me, to pay for the crimes of his other servant?"

"I...I like..."

"Speak, slave. You are already ensorcelled. Give in, and enjoy, like your partner."

Given permission, Havok turned, looking over his shoulder. There, in the middle of the throne room, Nirimer was taking two knots at once. His purple butt was getting spread wide, almost to the point of being completely wrecked and ruined, and the sight of it was enough to keep him dripping. Havok shivered as he watched, staring at the sight, watching as the line of men that wanted to use the dragon was getting longer and longer, including bulls, other crocodiles, and even a few hawks.

And that looked like it was just the start. The General and the bodyguard were almost done, but there were other jackals coming in from the far side of the throne room, soldiers that entered through the gaps between the statues. They were all big and tall, the sort of soldiers that one would think twice before fighting. They were not just barefoot and bare-chested, but they were slowly taking off their skirts, too. Havok watched through lidded eyes of his own as they revealed cocks that were restrained just like his was, but they stopped at little barrels that were hung from the pillars, drenching their groins with whatever lay inside.

"None may have the pleasure of their cocks, here, save for at my allowance," the Pharaoh said. "All are marked with my touch and restriction, and only those that have my favor may remove that resin between one's legs."

The idea of an entire country so bound was bad enough, but then he imagined what it would be like if he had his muzzle shoved up against a cock that had been bound the way that his was for a week or more. The idea of a musk like that made his tail go flying up, exposing his ass.

"I see you like the idea, slave. Now, face me again."

There was a compulsion to the voice of the Pharaoh, one that made it hard to resist. He turned, his head weak, his mind hazy. He stared at the muscular crocodile again.

"What do you enjoy, slave?"

"I...I..."

"Answer me. What...do you...enjoy...slave?"

The question pushed at the last bit of his resistance, and Havok slowly lowered his head, panting softly as he stared at the Pharaoh's soles. The idea of those pressed to his face, or even against the chastity resin, was enough to have him quivering. The idea of being under them, being pinned and fucked, was even better.

Nirimer, why did you have to be right?

He shivered as he was forced to answer, unable to resist as he took another breath of the crocodile's cock musk.

"I...enjoy...feet..." he managed to pant out, and as he obeyed once, it was easier to obey a second time. "I enjoy musk...and I enjoy...I enjoy the resin...and I enjoy being tied up...and I enjoy being used..."

"All of these things will happen, slave. And at the end, I imagine that you will find your own temptations. Temptations to stay rather than go."

Havok told himself that wouldn't happen, but at the same time, it was already somewhat happening. He could feel the urge to be there, to stay under the crocodile's feet, to allow himself to just let it happen. Letting it happen was always so much easier, so much better. Let someone else take charge, and he could just lean back and let it happen, let himself enjoy it.

And the Pharaoh was already taking charge, lifting one foot and pressing it against the white dragon's chest. It was sweat, not oil, and he shivered as he caught the smell. His cock could not have been pulsing more, dripping greater between his legs. Every little pulse filled the resin 'cage' that much more, making it feel like his cock was constantly swimming in his own product, getting marked by it.

Mmmph...

He leaned forward, gently taking the crocodile's heel in hand and bringing the foot closer to his face. He ground his cheek against the underside, kissing it, licking along the scales. They were soft and damp, and while the salty taste was strong, so was the musky flavor that came with it. Despite being barefoot for so long, the Pharaoh obviously had them tended to very, very well. He shivered again, imagining himself beneath them, becoming someone that had the chance to tend to them constantly.

His new master shoved that foot more firmly against his face, and he groaned, his head rolling back as a toe was shoved into his mouth. He panted, barely able to think as he kept huffing in that heated scent.

"Fall, slave."

And with the next push, Havok did just that. He fell flat on his back, his legs going up along the sides of the throne, his feet up in the air. The white dragon stared straight up as those large, bare soles rubbed up and down his chest, toes pinching around his nipples, then running right down to the chastity resin. It was so close to giving him a footjob, but no. All he could do was lie there, his head blank, his eyes half-closed, and his pre-cum running in a river down from his chastity resin over his hole, soaking it and sliming it, making it ready for whatever would be done to it.

"Are you a foot slave, then?" the Pharaoh asked him.

"Mmmph...I have...have been..."

"You will feel such pleasure from mine, then. You know what you are."

The crocodile's musky feet rubbed up and down along the sides of the dragon's face, and every time that they pressed against his nose, he could almost taste the musk, the sweat, the pure dominance of the other man. He breathed it in, and then expelled more of his pre-cum, more of his own need right down between his legs. His cock was becoming a pump of lube, of slippery pre-cum that saturated his own ass cheeks, running between them, shining his scales, marking his hole as something that needed to be used.

Havok tried to breathe something different, tried to think of something that would get him out of that predicament, but all he could do was lay there. He panted, staring up through green, scaly toes at the crocodile, even as the Pharaoh pushed at him. Words echoed through his ears, filling his skull.

Slave of Ra, Slave of Sobek. Slave under the feet...slave under the sole...slave...slave...

He shivered, panting harder, feeling something changing. He couldn't...he needed...

The white dragon reached up with his tail, touching the anklet that his master had given him. Whether it was instinct or intent, he remembered what they were for, and knew that something needed to be done.

The second that he made contact, the room darkened. Everyone stopped what they were doing, even the two hawks that Nirimer was blowing. They turned this way and that as the shadows fell across the chamber, blotting out the sun from outside, then extinguishing the torches.

Standing up, the Pharaoh looked down at him.

"What did you do? What have you brought with you?" he asked.

"Me."

The voice of his master pulled Havok back from the brink, and he panted as he looked over the crocodile's shoulder to see his master sitting on the throne that the Pharaoh had just vacated. The crocodile turned around, but didn't panic. If anything, he only slightly rolled his head to the side, arching an eyebrow at the dragon's presence.

"And what, then, are you?"

"His master, and his ruler."

"Ah, then you are the one that owns the lion guilty of the crime."

"Indeed. And you are the one that is threatening to break my slaves in revenge. I did not allow that as part of the deal."

"You sent them. That means that they are ours until the end of the month."

"No, it means that they are on loan to you. There is a difference."

"Are you threatening our throne and power, strange one?" the Pharaoh asked.

"No. I'm giving you a warning. Do not damage them. I will know, and I will be watching."

"Hmm. Slaves matter to you?"

"All things matter. Slaves, people...friends..."

"...They will be returned unharmed."

"You are a wise ruler, Pharaoh. Nevertheless, I will still be watching."

And just like that, the dragon was gone again, taking with him the darkness and the shadow. The throne room lit up again, and Havok was able to think, if not clearly, then at least think at all. He groaned as he continued to lay in place, just staring up at the Pharaoh as the bigger male sat down.

"Your master is...intriguing."

"He looks after us."

"You care for him?"

Havok nodded, and the Pharaoh chuckled.

"And he has not meddled with you?"

"Only when we've asked."

"Hmmm...intriguing, indeed."

"Excuse me?"

The dragon and the crocodile looked back down at the main part of the throne room, where Nirimer had shifted position again. Now, he was sitting on the cock of a crocodile laying on the floor, two dicks in his hands, and another one clasped between the toes of one foot.

"I don't mean to be a bother, you wonderful hunk, but these studs were in the middle of treating me exactly the way I like to be treated. Is it alright if we get back to that and save the talking for later?"

"...For once, a slave speaks sense," the Pharaoh said with a chuckle. "Continue, indeed."

As Nirimer went back to being fucked, Havok slowly spread his legs a bit further. The Pharaoh looked down at him, then chuckled.

"I see that you are looking for more than merely sole pleasure."

"I...um...I might be...a bit needier than I thought."

"Have you cum from being taken before, slave?"

"Well, it can take a...a little more than that."

"Then you will learn how to focus on your pleasure."

"...I'm not getting out of the resin, am I?"

The crocodile smirked, and Havok blushed. He opened his mouth, only to have a damp toe rested against his lips.

"You are becoming overly familiar, slave. Regardless of what your master has said, you are still the belonging of the Pharaoh, and of Sobek, until you are taken back to him. You will refer to me by the proper title."

"...Yes, Pharaoh."

"Good. Now...on all fours."

The white dragon blushed worse than ever as he slowly rolled onto all fours, turning to face the court. Those that weren't in line for Nirimer, and many were, had turned to face him. He shivered as he realized they were all going to watch him get fucked, and that there was no way out of it.

Now that he was 'facing' downwards again, whatever pre-cum was left in the resin slid back down to the base of his cock. It was like a long, slimy flow, the liquid thick and heavy enough that it dragged on his dick like tentacles.

Oh, fuck, why did I have to think of that? Tentacles in this thing?

He barely had time to imagine that before he felt the very cock he'd been sucking on a few seconds ago pressing against his backside. The white dragon's cheeks burned as hot as they ever had, even as his cock pumped with pre-cum in anticipation.

Dammit, Nirimer, why did you have to be so right...

Without being able to touch himself, everything else was getting more sensitive, more needy. He'd always been interested when his master had fucked his ass before, but he'd never craved it the way that he was doing now. He squirmed, curling his toes, feeling the slime that he'd dripped on them earlier spreading between the toes.

"Now, allow the court to see as you are claimed..."

"For the month."

"For the month, yes. You will enjoy it, though, slave."

Havok bit his lip as he felt the eyes of foxes and jackals, lions and crocodiles on him. The pressure built under his tail, getting stronger and stronger as he felt the tip of the crocodile's cock slowly pushing into him. He breathed in deep, his eyes going wide, his teeth clenching together as that thickness ground into him. His hole started pushing open, his toes curled tighter, and his cock squelched as it throbbed in an increasingly-wet prison.

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

POP!

And then it was in. He gasped, feeling the sheer thickness of that far more than usual. The Pharaoh pushed him forward a bit, helping him lower his head to the ground, only for that thick, heavy sole to press down against the back of his head and pin him. He breathed, and he was swimming in that heated musk again.

"And now, slave...show me how much you enjoy pleasing your owner..."

The End

Summary: Havok and Nirimer arrive at the capital city of their new owners, and they are quickly educated in their proper place among them.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, dragon, crocodile, jackal, various species, musk, slavery, chastity, resin, pre-cum, wet, slimy, anal, foot fetish, mind control, royalty, exhibitionism, stretched, horny, needy,