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Kuna fucked up. From the day his family sold him into slavery, there were only a few rules to follow. First, the Master's orders were law. Disobeying brought about punishment, and his captors were far from gentle. Second, think only of his survival. Friends didn't exist in the field, and any of his fellow slaves would gladly betray him for a chance at higher status or choice table scraps.

It was the second rule that Kuna broke, then subsequently the first. It started with a new slave, a little slip of a thing, rail-thin and terrified, all eyes and innocence. Of course, the Foreman smelled his weakness, and that first night he snuck into the boy's room to feed his twisted desires. The bastard was well known for aggressive behavior, and many of the newly collared had to endure his advances, but usually, he at least waited until their eighteenth summer.

Kuna heard his cries for help through the wall and tried his best to ignore them; until those awful squeals. Meaty thuds echoed against the wall, followed by the Foreman's groans, and Kuna knew he couldn't stand by. Kuna found the Foreman leaning over the bloodied boy, rutting away, and before the dragon knew it, was reliving his traumatic past. Fists caved in the Foreman's skull and his world dyed red, and before he knew it, he awoke in a cage, his paws stinging and his head throbbing.

The boy sold him out. Not that Kuna thought he wouldn't. Survival was everything in a slave's life, and as he kneeled on rough hay and stared through bars, he hoped that at least his actions would help that boy. At least then, he could feel like his sacrifice meant something. Only one thing awaited a slave that fought back- Punishment, usually death, or worse, torture at the hands of the exotic meat trade. Dragon meat was a particular delicacy.

Hours passed in darkness, with nothing but the smell of horses and the soft rhythm of the road below. Thin beams of light cut through the cloth, revealing metal bars and loose hay beneath Kuna's bare rump. Voices rose from the silence, swelling into a bustling din, and Kuna realized that, rather than a slaughterhouse or the gallows, he was on his way to market. It made sense. There was no use throwing away a well-trained slave when you could pass them off to someone else, or maybe the Foreman touched one of the supervisors as well, and they were glad to be rid of him.

Disinterested eyes peered through the bars as farmhands took hold of either side of Kuna's cage. Grunting with exertion, one of them complained, wiping his brow. "This fucker's heavy. Why didn't they make him walk alongside the cart?" With a vein nearly popping through his skin, the human hefted Kuna's cage, looking as if he'd fall backward with the slightest weight shift.

"Too dangerous. Boss said he needed to stay caged. Remember Nagan's corpse? Beat 'im to death and didn't stop till his brain splattered the walls. Fucker deserved it, mind you. Seen him gettin' grabby with all the servant boys." The canine on the other side of Kuna's cage answered, guiding the dragon to the ground beside the wagon and setting him up in the sun with nothing to cover his nude body besides the shade from the bars.

As the two farmhands retreated into the distance, still chatting, Kuna was left to bask in the sun, closing his eyes against the midmorning heat. Strangely, it was different than the sun on the farm. Kuna wasn't sure if it was the freedom of finally lashing out against his captors or a delusion brought on by the heat, but the sunlight on his bronze scales felt like soft hands caressing him. Even the slow trickle of sweat over his muscles felt pleasant. He couldn't control his fate, so these peaceful moments were precious.

"We've had to retire this one from the farms, but he's more than capable of anything you might need from a slave. Only one small incident in all his years of service." A familiar oily voice cut through Kuna's impromptu meditation, bringing back memories of his days as a dirty, frightened hatchling. Of course, the auctioneer was far older and, from the looks of his midsection, far better fed than when Kuna last saw him, but there was no mistaking that voice, dripping with self-assurance and easy lies. That bastard could sell sand in a desert.

"Hmm. May I take a closer look? I prefer to take a hands-on approach." Interestingly, despite his stature and soft, stoic voice, the prospective buyer oozed confidence. Unmistakably well-off, the fennec's clothes made even a noble look like a shabby vagrant, and piercing green eyes seemed to stare through Kuna's soul, sending a dagger through his heart. This fox was dangerous, perhaps more so than any bullies and slavers Kuna had ever had the misfortune of encountering. Strangely though, Kuna felt no fear from those appraising eyes roaming his body. Instead, the strangest desire to puff out his chest and show off his body crossed his mind.

The cage's lock clicked, then fell away as the fennec, unafraid of Kuna's muscled bulk, stepped into the confined space, his height barely reaching Kuna's dulled horns. Those cold green eyes dared Kuna to disobey as soft, almost dainty fingers tipped his head upward, a sand-colored thumb tracing Kuna's lower lip. "You can understand me, can't you? Tell me. Should I buy you?"

Taken aback by the fennec's acknowledgment of him as something less than an object, Kuna suddenly felt strangely vulnerable. "It doesn't matter what I think." He answered in a soft voice, feeling a strange excitement. "It's your choice, and I must abide by it." Never before had a master so easily tamed him. What was different? Was it the soft features contrasting the fennec's sharp gaze? The way his finger traced draconic teeth without a hint of fear? The unabashed stare that threatened to plump his cock?

Favoring Kuna with a smile, the fennec slipped his thumb past Kuna's lips, then leaned in, his eyes gleaming. "I suppose that's true. You won't complain if I use you, will you?" With the emphasis on the word 'use,' the fennec made it clear that it wasn't manual labor he'd want from the dragon. While Kuna wasn't sure exactly what he'd desire, the prospects excited him.

Shaking his head and looking away from that intense gaze, Kuna leaned into the fennec's touch, letting his tongue roll against the digit in his mouth. "No, sir." He murmured, shuddering at the foreign sensation of that furred thumb tracing his teeth. It was so delicate that he could easily bite through that exploring digit, but somehow, he didn't desire conflict. Like a trained dog, he wanted to please this new Master.

Removing his paw, the fox turned to the auctioneer, bringing his finger to his lips and angling himself so Kuna could see him cleaning it with his tongue. "I'll take him. Buyout price. I'm not interested in watching others bid for something that belongs to me." Tossing the auctioneer a clanking bag of coins, he tapped his foot impatiently. "As for transportation, give me a collar and a rope. I wish to get to know him while we walk home."

Soon enough, Kuna found himself docilely following behind the fennec's swaying gait; nude form paraded through the city without regard for his sweaty scales. Staring down at his bare feet, he ignored the eyes on him, shrugging off whispered voices. It wasn't the first time he'd bare his manhood to strangers. Animals didn't have the luxury of modesty, and slaves were much the same.

"Do you have a name?" The fennec asked once they reached the market outskirts, leaving behind packed crowds and buzzing voices. His expression softened as he matched Kuna's footsteps, falling back slightly to walk beside him. Still, the firm grip on the rope in one paw left no doubt about who was in charge.

"Kuna, sir." The dragon tried to keep his tone neutral, his instinct telling him to remain polite and passive. Usually, when a master attempted to get closer to a slave, it was an excuse to abuse them. If he remained detached, there was less chance of that happening. No matter what the knot in his stomach was telling him, he must not listen to it. Even the prettiest flower could have poisoned thorns.

"Kuna. A strong name. A worthy name for a pet. Tell me, Kuna. Do you understand the sort of demands I shall make of you?" Smirking, the fox gave Kuna's rope a gentle tug, turning those disarming emerald orbs on the dragon. The soft click of Kuna's claws on cobblestone harmonized with his footsteps as he waited for an answer, his compliment echoing through Kuna's head.

"You wish to lift my tail and use me?" Kuna murmured, wary of embarrassing his new Master in front of the townspeople. Although, now that he looked around, he noticed they'd left the town behind and started down a winding path leading to a hazy building in the distance.

Chuckling at Kuna's words, the fennec licked his lips, rolling the rope between his fingers and tightening his hold. "While that may be part of it, no. You see, Kuna, I have needs. Needs that the average whore would not deign to satisfy. Needs that some might consider strange." As they neared the manor on the hill, the fennec placed a paw on Kuna's ass. "But you seem like the sort that could satisfy me. With some polish, you could be a jewel."

"Thank you, sir." Kuna dutifully answered, feeling his cock twitch as the fox rolled his palm against a scaled cheek. It was a different treatment than what he was used to, but he could already feel himself growing used to honeyed words and tender touches. It was certainly better than the cruel lash of the whip and working from sundown to sun up. All of his willpower went toward stopping himself from leaning into that slow rub like an affectionate housecat.

"Tell me, Kuna." The fennec continued, his claws tracing aimless patterns along Kuna's rump. "What do you think of me? You may speak candidly." Demanding Kuna's attention to the point where the dragon only noticed the difference in his surroundings when his feet found stairs rather than level ground, the fox teased the dragon's cock. Peeling back his foreskin with no regard for his overpowering, unwashed scent, he weighed its size, his claws rolling over sensitive flesh in a slow stroke.

"Powerful. Small, soft, but dangerous in a way I've never seen before. I feel weak in your presence." Why was he telling the truth? His words could insult if taken incorrectly, but those damnably talented fingers toying with his cock broke down his barriers. His world narrowed to sand-colored fingers stroking his cock, his tip drooling a snail's trail of arousal, and sensations he hadn't felt in years bubbled to the surface. His ass tensed, pushing his cock out to lead the way.

"Good. Your instincts serve you well. It seems you don't have the arrogance most men of your size carry like a badge of honor." Seemingly satisfied with Kuna's description, the fennec bared those bright, white teeth in a smile, stopping in front of a heavy wooden door at the bottom of the stairs and producing a key from his fancy clothes. Rewarding Kuna with an indulgent lick over his dripping tip, he turned the key in the lock, opening the way into a dimly lit room.

"Come now, pet. Let's explore your limits." The fennec tugged Kuna's rope, deftly releasing the knot that held it to his collar, then taking hold of the worn leather, forcing Kuna to bend to follow him. Inches from Kuna's brown eyes, those glacial green irises warmed as though filling with affection. "You won't try to escape, will you? You understand that such behavior will not end well."

"Yes, sir." Kuna dutifully replied. Even if he could escape, he had nowhere to go. He wasn't sure if he could even function in a free society after twenty-five years in captivity. The fox was his lifeline, the only thing between him and being put down like a sick animal. Taking a risk, he cleared his throat, his erection bouncing as the fox led him to a wooden table with twin holes. "Master. If it pleases you, may I know your name?"

Adjusting the table to fit Kuna's height, the fennec guided the dragon's cock through one hole, then cradled his muzzle, bringing it to the padded hole above. Leaning into Kuna's ear hole, he murmured, his lips grazing sensitive scales. "Arden. Your Master's name is Arden, though you won't have much use for my name." Stroking slowly down Kuna's back, the fox adjusted the table's height, bringing the ground closer to Kuna's nose and allowing himself to reach the dragon's unresisting body with greater ease.

The rustle of undress followed, layers of fine cloth falling to the floor before the dragon's eyes and revealing thin legs coated in silken fur. Disappointingly, from his position, all that Kuna saw were cobblestones flickering in candlelight rather than his Master's nude glory. Waiting patiently, his cock drooping into a half-hard state as Arden left him waiting, bustling out of sight, he let his mind wander to the possibilities the fox could force on him. Somehow, his vulnerability excited him.

"Such a waste." Arden's voice broke through Kuna's dozing, and the feeling of heated breath across his drooping, relaxed balls brought him back to reality. "Wasting such a beautiful breeder on manual labor. Your former owner was a fool." Something cold and metallic teased over Kuna's cocktip as Arden's words rolled against his balls, sending a shudder through him. "Hold still for me, pet. I won't hurt you if you relax."

Soft paw pads cradled Kuna's awakening cock while the smooth metal smeared through his dripping arousal, rolling against his cock slit. With a slow sniff that rolled his nose over Kuna's sack, the fox pressed the device past the drooling slit, the rapidly warming metal filling his shaft and sending a dull aching pleasure through Kuna's body. With growing confidence, the rod worked its way deeper into Kuna's shaft, thrusting in and out amid sloppy noises.

"Not even a whimper. Could it be that you're as excited as I am?" Arden murmured, his lips rewarding Kuna's cock with gentle kisses along the bulging cum vein. "Does it feel good, dear pet?" Wallowing in Kuna's manhood, the fox let leathery balls roll over his face, his tongue slithering along the underside and teasing his stuffed member. Musk only seemed to excite him, judging by the steaming breath roaming Kuna's manhood.

"Y-Yes, sir. Thank you." Again, Kuna felt disarmed by Arden's deft touch, his mouth hanging open in an indulgent pant. His hips moved on their own, pressing into the slippery metal and squishing his cockhead against Arden's fingers, taking the metal toy to its flared base. "I've never felt anything like this."

"That's it. You're so hard for me." Arden cooed, slipping the toy free from Kuna's cock. "I'm so glad that you're enjoying this. It's such a dreadful bore when I have to tie my pets down." Licking away the excess drool of arousal, Arden replaced the toy with something significantly more daunting. A metal bulb as thick as one of Kuna's fingers kissed against his cock slit, threatening to stretch him further, then slipped in, sending a jolt through Kuna's body as it made its agonizingly slow trip.

A haze of lust coated Kuna's brain as his cock stretched, but despite the sting, he panted his desire, his tongue drooling a thin string of saliva to the stone below. Trapped between the need to rut against the toy and fuck himself willingly and to withdraw from the stinging pain of its stretch, he squirmed, his tail thrashing and his claws digging into the wood. The rising desire to release threatened to blast the metal from his piss slit while his legs shook with each thrust into his stretched cock, but he barely managed to keep himself still, his balls drawing up as the base pressed against his cockhead, damming the flow of pre.

"Beautiful." Removing the toy with an achingly slow pull, Arden left Kuna wanting, his cock flexing impotently beneath him without anything to bring him over the edge. Withdrawing his touch, he stood, his paws echoing on the stone below until he took hold of Kuna's horn, tugging his face from the hole and bringing his lithe body into view. Taking a moment to look Kuna over, he trailed his fingers over the dragon's cheek.

Finally, Master's body was bare for him. Thin and short, he was nothing much to look at, but Kuna's eyes saw what others couldn't. Besides the proportionally massive fox cock inches from his face, he could feel an aura of dominance rolling from the fox, demanding submission. Kuna would have worshipped Arden's obvious arousal in a desperate attempt to return the pleasure radiating from his stretched cock, if it weren't for his shaking limbs and desperate need.

"Please-" Kuna abandoned any dregs of pride he might have left, staring at his Master with desperation on his slack face. With an erection so hard that it felt like he could burrow through steel, he sought the fennec's thumb to suckle in a show of submission. "More." He murmured, his tongue rolling against a soft paw pad, tasting his musk on Arden's finger. Rather than a placating gesture, it was a heartfelt plea. The new world of pleasure opening up before him was a paradise he could barely imagine.

Kneeling, Arden forced eye contact, stroking over Kuna's tongue with an affectionate smile. "If you want me to keep playing with you, there's something you have to say. Three words. Your undying devotion." Leaning in, he rolled his slick ribbon of a tongue along Kuna's lower lip, cleaning it of drool before pressing closer, filling the dragon's tastebuds with the sweet caress of his talented maw, still tasting strongly of the dragon's cock.

Three words. Of course, Kuna knew what Arden wanted. Something unknown to slaves. The ultimate taboo for those with no future. Still, as Arden released him from the heavenly embrace of that vulpine muzzle, the dragon couldn't resist uttering what he knew he shouldn't, with all the sincerity he could muster. "I love you." He said, shuddering as the words left his muzzle, as binding as an arcane pact and twice as arousing for someone denied the delight of a soft touch.

Touching his nose to Kuna's in a soft nuzzle, the fox smirked, his eyes flashing as he stroked Kuna's cheeks. "Good boy. I love you too, pet. While your cock may speak for you, soon you'll wholeheartedly agree with its sentiment." Cooing, he guided Kuna to sit up, threading his unsatisfied cock through the hole to slap wetly against his stomach. Its tip still yawned, gaped by the size of the toy that violated it, and the fox took the opportunity to tease it with his finger, his claw slipping inside.

"I'll start by rewarding you for being so honest." Arden thought for a moment, stirring his claw around inside Kuna's cock, its tip threatening tender flesh but never causing more than a tingling sensation. "I believe I have the perfect treat for such a big boy." Guiding the lust-drunk dragon from his seat on the wooden table to a worn leather seat, he settled between Kuna's thighs, pressing his nose to the base of the dragon's cock and breathing deeply. With patient paws, he guided Kuna into position, his ass upturned and his cock sticking straight up while his hole was bare before the fox's gaze.

Trailing his tongue from the base to the tip of Kuna's length, the fennec savored his manhood, tasting his drooling masculinity as if it were a fine wine. Peeling back his foreskin, Arden flicked his tongue along the rim of the head, his paws holding the bucking spire in place while he lavished attention on it. "When you're close, you'll tell me." He ordered, his muzzle opening in an impressive display of oral prowess as the first few inches of Kuna's member disappeared past suckling lips.

For most of his life, Kuna wasn't a religious man, but between the soft pull of Arden's throat and the lashing wriggle of his tongue, he swore he could see the gates of paradise opening up. Further amplified by the delightful itch of his cock's inner walls, he could barely remain still, his legs shaking with the desire to claim the warm, wet hole against his tip. Something held him back, however. How would his Master react if he disobeyed? In all his days, he'd never felt the sort of desire to avoid failure that he felt now. Whether Master's "love" was real or a cruel trick, he wanted more of his praise, to see that handsome smile again.

Up and down those few inches, the fennec bobbed, his eyes closed and his paws kneading Kuna's shaft. The fox didn't waste a bit of energy, the slightest movement designed to send electricity shooting through Kuna's body and feed the neediness tying his stomach into knots. It wasn't long before his motions brought about their intended outcome, bringing Kuna to the edge.

Groaning aloud, the dragon tried to warn his Master, his voice melting into nonsense words as orgasm threatened to wash over him. Finally, just as the first pearly drops tainted his Master's talented maw, he managed to speak. "I'm-" He started, but the tidal wave of his orgasm silenced him, trailing his words into a guttural groan.

Slipping free just in time to catch a snout full of dragon seed, Arden stroked through Kuna's orgasm, sending ropes of his cream flying to coat tan fur while two fingers invaded the dragon's hole, thrusting wildly and amplifying desperate pleasure with their cum-slicked rut. Kuna worried he'd react badly to the late warning, but he seemed happy enough to be coated, his face dripping in sticky strings and his body angled to catch the excess.

With a gentle kiss on the helmet of Kuna's cock, Arden stood, straddling his waist and sitting his soft rear on the dragon's half-hard shaft. Coated in strings of cum, he cleaned his fingers, swallowing Kuna's seed without complaint. "We're going to have such fun, you and I." He cooed, cupping Kuna's cheek in one paw and letting his other draw slow circles over the dragon's chest, his claws teasing Kuna's nipple. "Once you've had a short rest and a long bath, I'll show you around the rest of the manor. Much as I enjoy your rugged aroma, it is a tad powerful. It's easy enough to work up a fresh sweat the next time I desire it."

Tentatively, Kuna brought his arms to bear, squeezing his new Master closer. He could barely hear the fox's soothing voice, and his vision was blurring by the moment, lulled by the warm blanket of afterglow. As his eyes drifted closed, all he felt was Arden's soft fur against his smooth scales.