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Day 9 - Role Reversal

"At the bottom of the chain"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Sanmer

Honor. Glory. Principles. Patriotism. Those were some of the words that better described Mayor Glory, the vivid image of what the perfect citizen was meant to be.

Leader of the Mighty Hall of Justice, the white dragon was the most famous hero in the country. A strong dragon of scales white like diamonds and charming blue eyes, he stood every morning on top of the tallest building. With gallantry, he observed his city from above and responded to even the simplest call for help.

A burglary, a fire, an ambulance in need to get to the Hospital right away. Even the kid whose hand had dropped his balloon received aid from Mayor Glory, who soared across the skies with a potent flap from his mighty wings. Attired in his white and red-striped spandex suit, he caught everyone's attention whenever he was seen, his mere presence enough to encourage and cheer even the gloomiest citizen.

No crime was small enough. No emergency was of less relevance. Mayor Glory looked out for every citizen.

That's why no one questioned his integrity. That's why the city didn't know the type of person he was inside the Hall of Justice. And only those who knew the real Mayor Glory were too afraid to speak out...

Like the young lion who had been assigned as his assistant. A big admirer of the white dragon since his adolescence, he soon regretted being involved with him after the stud pinned him against the wall. His huge hand played with the curls in his short mane, but what could've been seen as a cute gesture was stained by the loud huffs and the warm breath coming off his drooling maw.

"You're really 21? God, I could swear you looked younger."

His words carried no honor or dignity. He acted completely different from the hero who saved him one day. His inspiration to be stronger and better was no different from the typical creep looking for someone to fuck.

"Around 19... 18... and I bet without clothes you might look even younger," he continued, his hand moving down his hair to play with the buttons of his blue shirt.

"M-Mister... you really need to sign these papers," the lion tried to change the subject, putting in between them a small folder.

"Is that so?" The dragon took the folder and threw it from above his shoulder. "Let me check... I have a pen right here, think you can get it for me?"

While he said that, Mayor Glory guided the lion's hand to his crotch. The feline gasped at the size of his throbbing bulge, already big despite not being fully erect. By sheer instinct, his eyes looked down, one little gesture the dragon took as a "yes" to his approach.

"You like it, kiddo? It might look a little big for you, but nothing you can't handle."

The lion tried to pull his hand away, but he couldn't beat the dragon's strength, which forced him to rub over the spandex. But he couldn't find the words nor the courage to ask him to stop. He stood there, frozen in fear at the sight of his sharp fangs, forced to feel and touch a cock that could tear his body apart.

"You said you need me to sign some papers," Mayor Glory continued, his other hand groping the lion's ass. "What do you say about starting with this one?"

He was already on the verge of crying when the automatic doors opened. Golden Horn, using his new spandex suit that left parts of his belly and thighs visible, walked on. His arrival was met with a ferocious look in Mayor Glory's eyes, yet this gesture didn't seem to bother the beefy unicorn.

"What did I say about entering unannounced?" The dragon growled. This interruption didn't stop his fingers from fondling the lion's soft and virginal cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you were busy."

"Well, I am! Speak, shithead!"

The unicorn remained calm against the dragon's furious voice. He waited a moment to check on the little kitty, who was a nervous wreck in Mayor Glory's grasp. A sly smile of satisfaction flashed on his face before he looked back at the desk located on the opposite side of the room.

"Red Thunder's sidekick is here."

The sole mention was enough to appease the dragon's rage, who immediately threw the lion to the floor.

"Get out, pussy. I'll deal with you later."

The fall, along with the insult, had finally broken the lion. Weeping, he hurriedly picked up the papers Mayor Glory threw away, then bowed at both heroes before leaving the office.

Golden Horn waited a moment so the kitty wouldn't listen to them anymore.

"Don't get cocky because people here respect you. You might get yourself in trouble with that attitude."

"Bold words coming from the stallion dressed like a slut," Mayor Glory flapped his wings a little, a tic he had whenever he was left with blue balls.

Golden Horn didn't respond. He limited himself to waiting for the dragon to take a seat in front of his massive, luxury desk made of exotic wood.

"So... is he really that wild?" Mayor Glory finally inquired.

"I had to pay him to lend him over. Pretty much everyone in his Sector uses him daily."

"Are you serious?" The dragon leaned over the table, both eyes wide open. Red Thunder's sector didn't have a lot of heroes, but none of them was small down there.

"Take my word, he's not gonna choke on your cock, but his hands and tongue are magical," and to make emphasis on his skills, the unicorn moved his fingers in the air. "But if you wanna convince Lucas, it's gonna cost you."

"Heh, I'll pay whatever he wants if that gives me a nice assistant to play with. This fucking lion...," his discontent made visible in a growl, "he was all smiles and giggles when he came asking for the job. Now he's too scared to grab my cock?"

"Some people are very ungrateful," Golden Horn turned on his hooves and walked away. When the door opened, a grayish rat was already waiting outside. The stallion pushed him in, now without giving him a warning as he left: "Careful. He's big."

The little rat dragged his tiny paws in. Everything inside the office was big. The furniture. The lamps. The desk. But most important, the dragon. Even sitting on his throne, the 7-foot-tall dragon looked massive and imposing. With his short 5 feet of height and weakling aspect, the rat looked out of place.

His square glasses and hunched posture awakened something in the dragon. Mayor Glory had a soft spot for the young and small. Judging by the file Golden Horn gave him days ago, the rat named Larson was 25 years old, but his shyness did make him look a little younger. And those nerdy clothes, so tidy and unattractive, made him wonder how delicate his body was under it.

How exactly could someone so small handle all those studs from Lucas's sector? He heard of wild guys taking cocks for hours, but he never expected a little guy like him to take a rhino or a stallion. Fuck, he could very well be a cocksleeve with that size. But that mental image did nothing but make the dragon want him more.

"So... Larson Pinkerton, right?"

His strong voice scared the rodent. He looked up at the desk with his big golden eyes and offered a tiny smile that was midway from turning into a scream of horror.

"Y-y-y-yes, Mister Hero. Mister Mayor Glory!"

"I heard a lot about you. Everyone back at Sector Delta has nothing but praises about your..." he paused to put a cheeky, dirty smile on his face, "performance. Something you wanna say about it?"

The rat, who had jumped to get up the chair on the other side of the desk, blushed softly at that comment.

"I just try to do my job the best way I can, Mister Mayor Glory."

The answer got a chuckle from the dragon. He pressed a button on the collar around his neck, and the latex suit tightened a little more over his massive muscles.

"You can call me Richard. Don't worry, it's fine. We're on the same side, after all."

That sign of trust seemingly calmed the rodent, whose shoulders fell a little as he relaxed on the comfy chair of red cushions.

"I'm not sure if that's correct, Mister Mayor-," Larson began, only to be interrupted by Richard.

"I insist. I'm looking forward to working with you, and for that, we need to know each other as best as we can. I don't want to treat you like an employee. I want to treat you like a friend."

His speech carried the principles and values he represented in public; under the desk, however, his throbbing bulge revealed his real intentions.

But the tiny rat had fallen for his words, judging by the sparkle visible in those golden eyes. Richard's nose wrinkled when the rat leaned forward to shake hands, having caught a dim but peculiar scent in the air.

"Then it will be a pleasure to work together, Richard!"

His interest was somewhere else, of course. The dragon put the smell aside and shook Larson's hand--the size difference got him to leak some pre. The rat was so small he wanted to fuck the living shit out of him right there. And after three days without sex, his balls were killing him already.

"The pleasure will be mine."

His enthusiastic greeting lasted some seconds, after which Larson threw himself back at the chair.

On his side, Richard flexed his muscles subtly, but not too much so the rat wouldn't notice. He still had that blush on his cheeks, and the quick licks he was giving at his lips also showed a craving to grab something else instead. Yeah, Larson was one of those wild guys who would do anything for a cock.

"But before we could start... I need to know you're committed to this team," Richard pushed his chair away a little from the desk, enough to make room for someone in between, " the same way you're committed to the guys at Sector Delta."

The blush on Larson's cheeks intensified, but the rodent refused to admit what was already known by Richard. His look darted away from the dragon, yet his imposing presence dragged his attention back like a black hole from which he couldn't escape. One hand pulled the neck of his white shirt, while the other pressed hard over his chest as if the rat was afraid his heart could jump off at any moment.

The smell was still there, though. Richard noticed it. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it had salty tones on it. His mind immediately made him think of his cock, trapped for hours inside the sweaty spandex suit. It always reeked at the end of the day, and with how much he needed to empty his balls, it shouldn't have been a surprise if it was extra musky that day.

"I'll... I'll do what you need me to do... Richard," Larson said, putting his glasses over the desk.

The dragon put a big smile on his face. "Anything?" He asked.

"A... Anything."

Nasty little rat. Richard recognized a slut when he saw one. He tried to play coy but it was obvious how horny it was that he couldn't keep his act for too long. The dragon bet on the rat already having a plug or something shoved inside his ass. He did look like the kind of loser who would love to put a cage on his cock--heck, he could force Larson to wear it if it wasn't the case.

"Then I'm gonna stop fooling around, kiddo."

With the push of a different button, the spandex suit collapsed inside the thin collar around Richard's neck, leaving the brawny dragon completely naked. A mighty swipe from his arm cleaned the desk of everything it had on top of it, leaving room for a dragon who, with a swiftness unnatural for someone of his size, sat at the edge of the desk, right in front of Larson.

"Suck it."

The rat was stunned, confused, but mostly, ashamed. From the chair, he was at the perfect height to suck the dragon's cock, a long and thick shaft with ridges on the lower half and at the tip. The smell was so intense even Richard felt the hit as it reached his nose, a scent he greeted with a deep breath.

Larson, on the other hand, was a complete nervous wreck, tempted between throwing his trembling hands at his cock and running away. But Richard knew that look. The sparkle had turned into a fiery flame of lust that was consuming the rat's mind. The little slut lived to suck cocks of that size.

"What I'm looking for in an assistant is someone willing to do anything to please me. And I mean it. So... go on and suck it."

The musk coming off his cock couldn't hide that other smell in the air. And if it wasn't his dick, the other option was the rat. However, even being so close to Larson, it was still weak, almost like the lingering scent left in the air after someone put on some perfume.

His attention didn't stay there for too long, not after the delicate hands began to work on the fat piece of red, throbbing meat. Smearing his pre all over the sensitive skin, the fingers revealed in a couple of seconds how skilled the rodent was, massaging his manhood as no one had ever done before.

The pleasure was so intense Richard threw immediately his hands to the desk, holding tightly to the edge. And when the rat added his tongue to the mix, his first moan didn't make itself wait. It was like a musician playing an instrument, licking and kissing the tip while his fingers rubbed and pressed the skin, veins, and ridges.

The rat was born to suck cocks, that was obvious. The pleasure was getting better and better as Larson continued tending to his cock, treating it like the best thing he had sucked in his life. Because Richard believed so, that even touching his cock was a blessing. And everyone who was below him should see it that way.

But if there was one thing that kept bothering him was that peculiar smell. It wasn't disgusting; all the contrary, it left a nice feeling in his nose as he continued delighting himself with it. But he couldn't tell what it was or from where it was coming. Yet he wanted more of it, so more of it that he took deeper breaths between each moan.

"Something you like?" Larson stopped his blowjob to ask.

When Richard looked down, the rat had a little bottle against his nose. It took a deep whiff from it, keeping his other nostril closed. Right after it, the grayish fur bristled momentarily, and the rat went back to licking his cock with more enthusiasm.

"Are those poppers?" Richard asked, curious about it.

The rat didn't answer. He offered the bottle and continued his job with both hands when the dragon took it.

It was so small he could hold it with two fingers. But as soon as he got it close to his nose, the dragon recognized the aroma as the one that had been bothering him. With thunder speed, he held the bottle next to his nose and breathed deeply.

The rush of energy that came as the fragrance filled his lungs felt as good as a climax, and for a moment he believed he was having one. Straight from the source, the smell was so much stronger that it felt like burning. But the dragon kept inhaling more and more of it, already captivated by the delicious and intense musk.

Salty. Musky. It was like a sweaty pit. And still, it was the most delicious smell ever. The deep breaths became quicker. The dragon couldn't get enough of that aroma. He wanted more. He needed more. And the quicker his breaths became, the dizzier he started to feel.

"Is it good?"

Larson's voice came from a distant place. The dragon nodded softly in response, but his mouth couldn't utter a single word. With his focus entirely on enjoying the aroma from the flask, he was barely making sense of what the rat said. But his brain knew it. His brain caught every word he said.

"Yes, yes, it is good. It is great. Keep sniffing from it. Keep delighting yourself in that scent. Let it spread across your entire body. Let it stain each inch of you. Let it infect the body and mind."

The potent drug acted as it was intended. Despite his mightiness, the dragon became a victim of its effect, unconsciously following Larson's commands without questioning. He continued breathing and filling himself with the delicious smell, a scent so good it matched perfectly with the pleasure coming from his sensitive cock.

"You're strong. You're mighty. You're a hero. Yet, behind doors, you are the opposite of what your suit represents. You are nothing but a disgusting piece of shit so full of himself you sincerely see yourself as a god. And you will continue being like this. You will keep looking down at others while pretending to be a model citizen and hero. Because you are superior. You are better. You are faster. You are stronger. You are the biggest hero the world has ever seen."

His words put a smile on his face. Yes. That was the truth. He was the best. He was the biggest hero the world has ever seen. And everyone should be grateful that he was a hero.

The smell, the pleasure, and his own ego acted like a whirlwind that sucked his consciousness, leaving his mind helpless to the words uttered by the devious rat, who was no longer licking his shaft and devoted only to stimulate the most sensitive parts, starting from the glans and following the thick veins that had appeared on his thick cock.

"Yes, you will keep being the biggest hero and biggest asshole this world has ever seen. But when you smell this fragrance, you will relax. Being the biggest hero and asshole can be exhausting, right?"

Another nod. He couldn't do more than nod and breath and moan and breath again.

"Yes, you will relax. You will succumb. You will put the ego aside and lean your head down. Bow. Behave. Obey. Submit. You will rest from the weight of being a hero and find peace in being on your knees. For me. For your Master. Because this pleasure that you are feeling, you won't find it anywhere else. No one will make you feel this good. Only me. Your Master. And only when you behave, when you submit, I will reward you with this pleasure."

Larson paused. He started with the licks and kisses again, a treatment so good it had the dragon moaning at the top of his lungs. But no one outside paid attention to it. The rotten Hall of Justice knew very well what the dragon did in the privacy of his office. Moans and screams were a natural occurrence. Nothing to worry about.

And that indifference is what cost Mayor Glory his will.

"You will obey. You will submit. You will be my pet. And I will be your Master. And this pleasure will be yours. You will always crave it. And you will bring males and females alike here to this office, fuck them before my eyes, and never be satisfied by them. Because only my hands will make you feel this good. Do you understand?"

Another nod. Another moan. Another piece of his spirit was lost in the whirlwind. And the joy from his hands and the smell kept him from snapping out of the trance.

"From now on. I will be your assistant. You will keep behaving like usual. Nothing will change. But when I open this bottle and you perceive the scent, you will bow down. And you will do what I say. You will act as I say. You will obey. And in return, I will give you this pleasure. This intense pleasure. This unique pleasure."

"Now, little pet. Bend over."

The door opened, and Golden Horn walked into the office. The few people who saw it didn't put too much thought into it. A threesome in Mayor Glory's office, nothing out of the ordinary.

That's why no one saw the dragon bent over the desk, his tail up and ass exposed and lubed up. The rat had written on black marker the words "slut" and "cumdump" on his fat ass. The mighty hero, the biggest hero the country has ever seen, reduced to a dirty whore, following his Master's command.

The rat watched peacefully from the throne where Richard once sat down. His large and musky cock already out, ready to enjoy the show. The unicorn took off his suit and prepared himself too, following the rat's commands, who had become his Master since their encounter in that dirty alley months ago.

Like a pest, the rat had got inside the biggest Hero Organization, and now his leader had fallen into his web. From there, the rest would be easy.

But before he moved on with his plans, the rat wanted to indulge himself a little. And seeing the biggest asshole the country has ever seen being fucked in the ass was the most delicious reward he could think of. Taking a whiff of his own drug, the little rat began to jerk off while Golden Horn showed Mayor Whore his new place in the Organization, right at the bottom of every one.