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His Proper Place

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Charles groaned as he pressed the send button for the email he had just finished before leaning back into his chair and sighing. "That was the last one...maybe now that dragon will finally be satisfied," the fox said with a shake of his head. He hated having to send out so many emails for the company, each one hand typed rather than using a copy/pasted message, and not just for all the effort that he had to put out to get his entire quota done by the end of the day. Each of the emails were complete wastes of time, basically just begging random people to look into the products of the company. Mass spam, in other words, but that was the company way to advertise.

It didn't help that he was kept in this little cubicle day in and day out, the small space crushing in on him every moment of the day. The fox wasn't the biggest of his species, of course, standing only about five feet in height, but even he needed a little more than a four by four square to be comfortable while working on his job. He didn't hear anyone else around him complaining about it, naturally, but he was sure that he was far from the only one that felt that way.

Stretching out his arms, the fox stood up from his chair, the one comfortable piece of equipment that had come with his cubicle. His black and white tail twitched lightly before he grabbed it, having to hold it to his side to make sure that the broad, fluffy appendage didn't catch on any of the equipment on his desk and knock it off. He had seen that happen with a vixen a while back, and the cost of the computer had been deducted from her paycheck as a result. That wasn't really fair, from his point of view, since the computer had been sent into the shop and repaired for less than half of the price for a new computer, but he hadn't dared speak up. The boss of the building, a large black dragon, just didn't take any argument, and he didn't want to risk his own job to help someone else.

After he stepped out of the cubicle, Charles hustled along towards the water dispenser on the other side of the room. Others were still working, and he preferred to not bother them by sticking around the cubicles when he was done, so he moved at a fast walk rather than a more leisurely one. Plus, he just wanted to get his drink and go home, rather than be-

He stopped about a foot away from the water dispenser, shaking his head a few times in frustration at who else was there. Dranor.

Dranor was the head of the company, the big boss himself. Since he stood at a height of eight feet and had more muscle to him than most professional bodybuilders could claim, it was difficult to forget the guy. The reptile generally dressed smartly, in some of the more expensive suits that were seen around the office, each of them always stretched out over his massive frame. As big as the company was, one would have thought that Dranor would have needed to hire managers and supervisors for the other employees, but that wasn't the case. The big black dragon did everything himself, rather than let someone else share the authority over the employees.

The fox had been hoping that he could just get a drink of water and then clock out before the dragon came out and started inspecting the work of his employees, thus avoiding the examining gaze that Dranor had everyone suffer through during inspection. Instead, it seemed that he was going to be the first to be checked on.

Lowering his cup from his face after taking a drink, Dranor fixed Charles with his powerful stare, red eyes glinting slightly as he said, "You're coming for water a little early. Finish quickly today?"

"Um, yeah, sir," Charles said nervously, one hand reaching back and rubbing the back of his head. "I was just going to get something to drink and clock out."

"I don't think you need to hurry." Dranor drained his plastic cup before tossing it into a nearby trash can. "From what I've been seeing, you've been keeping yourself busier than anyone else in this division. Any reason for the recent burst of dedication?"

"Oh, you know, just working hard, trying to make sure that I get home to his girlfriend every night a little earlier than the last," he said. Normally, questions like this wouldn't have been so bad. Heck, some of his co-workers asked him the same stuff sometimes, usually when they were both getting ready to clock out, and he didn't mind the questions then. However, there was something about the red color of the dragon's eyes that always made him nervous, like there was something that the boss was seeing that he didn't understand.

Plus, he wasn't quite telling the truth there. He hated this job, and just worked that hard so that he could get the hell out of the building while he still had his sanity for the day, and some ability to use his fingers. After the first day, he'd been surprised he could even bend his fingers after typing so much. But telling his boss that he hated his job didn't sound like a good way to win points to him.

Pulling his eyes away from his boss, he turned to the water dispenser and got his own cup, putting it in place and letting it fill with water. With luck, he could just get his drink and leave.

The fox couldn't think of anything to say, and the dragon was unnaturally silent behind him. What was Dranor thinking about, part of him wondered as he watched the cup fill up, almost unnaturally slowly to his view. Was there something that the dragon thought he was doing wrong? Was there something that he had done that had broken a company rule that he didn't know about?

This was yet another reason he didn't like being around the black dragon. Dranor made him terribly nervous.

Finally, the water reached the edge of the cup, and he snatched it up immediately, gulping down the water without a bit of decorum. Tossing the cup into the garbage quickly, Charles looked over his shoulder at the dragon. "I'll...I'll be going then," he said.

Dranor smiled at him. "Go ahead, then. I think I'll have something new for your work tomorrow, so make sure that you're here bright and early, with a lot of energy. I get the feeling that you're going to need it." The dragon smiled in a way that showed every single one of his teeth before turning around and walking away. His office was just a few steps away, with a window that looked out over the rest of the division, letting him see into the cubicles. Since the water dispenser was on a raised level next to the boss's office, one could see everything and everyone from here.

Probably how the dragon kept track of things in here without security cameras, Charles thought to himself. Shaking his head, he turned away from the water dispenser and, against his better judgment, started to run. He couldn't help it, he just wanted to be away from this place and back home where he belonged, and the faster he got there, the better. He didn't even stop in the sign-out room, just clocking out on the fly and running down to the parking lot to get his car.

Charles barely knew what he was doing, let alone how he was doing it, as he drove back home. He walked in a daze into the house, and just collapsed onto the couch in his living room. Closing his eyes, he thought that he would just rest for a moment, let himself calm down.

Instead, he fell asleep.

#

The smell of dinner cooking was what finally knocked him out of his nap. Snorting softly at the smell of a stew cooking on the stove, Charles opened his eyes and pulled himself upright on the couch. A blanket that he didn't remember laying over his chest fell off of him, and before he could stand up, his girlfriend stepped out from the kitchen. "You okay, sweetie?" she asked as she wiped her hands on the apron she wore.

Charles took a moment before answering to just admire her. A fox like him, she was a blessing to his life. They had almost the exact same fur patterns, except that her white stripes down her back were a little thinner and sometimes had little offshoots to them that looked almost flowery. That little quirk was just a preview of all the little things about her that made her different from everyone else.

And he loved every single little thing about her. He smiled as he stood up. "I'm fine, and a lot better now that I see you," Charles said, stepping around the couch so that he could pull her into a hug, one that she returned with a smile. "Just another day at work. I can't wait until I have enough saved up to quit and look for another job."

"Well, hopefully that day will come soon," she said with a smile. She patted his back before letting go. "Now, why don't you go lay down again, while I continue the cooking?"

"Yes, Violet," he said with a playful tone over his obedience, and earned a playful slap of a metal spoon his girlfriend carried around in her apron for his troubles. The fox walked back to the couch and sat down, pulling the blanket around his shoulders again. Yes, Violet was a bright point in his life, and he was sure that she was the only thing that kept him sane.

A few minutes later, she stepped out from the kitchen, carrying two large bowls of stew for them to eat. Sitting next to him, she leaned against his shoulder and dug in, encouraging him to do the same.

He did. It was just as delicious as it smelled, the beef and the vegetables blending together for a sublime pleasure that he didn't get from anyone else's cooking. "Mmm, how do you do this every day, Violet?" he asked as he ate a little faster.

"Do what?" she asked.

"Cook something so simple so well," he explained. "I mean, I've tasted stews from all sorts of cooks, but none of them can ever match yours."

"Well, thanks, but that's a secret, Charles." Violet smiled and leaned back on the couch, enjoying the comfy seat. "Maybe when you finally let me see what you do for your work, let me tour your office, I'll share my little secret with you. I mean, seriously, why don't you let me go to work with you? I might be able to make it a more bearable experience for you."

"You know that Dranor doesn't allow guests," Charles said. That wasn't true, really, but something told him that it was better to keep her away from the company. There was something about the idea that made him cringe, and his spirit was in bad enough shape just working there. If Violet decided to come around and see what she could do day in and day out, it might help him a little bit, but she would take in the poison of the place herself, and that was something that he wouldn't put her through. "Besides, why do you want to see that stuffy old place?"

"Because I want to see what makes you feel so uncomfortable about it, and I want to see why you keep it so secret," she said with a playful push. "So, gonna let me come around if I tell you my stew secret?"

"Tempting...but no." Charles shook his head and finished off the last of his food. "Thanks, though."

"No problem." She collected the bowls, and stacked them together, putting them on a little table in front of the couch. "So, got anything in mind to do? I can stay over tonight again...if you'd like that," she offered with a small smile that teased and excited him.

"Well, I think I can come up with a few ideas." Charles chuckled, and stood up from the couch, gently taking Violet by the hand and leading her back towards the bedroom. This was just the thing he needed.

#

He was slow to wake in the morning. After last night, it wasn't the greatest surprise. Violet was a very energetic person when she decided to stay over, and sometimes Charles was frankly surprised that he could keep up with her at all. Then again, she did sometimes say the same things about him, so maybe it shouldn't have been that much of a surprise.

Charles pulled himself upright, stretching out his arms to get rid of some of the kinks in his back and shoulders. "Man, what a night," he said under his breath. He looked to his side. As usual, Violet had already left the bed. Knowing that she'd either be in the kitchen making breakfast or already gone from the house, the fox sighed. He would have liked to have had some early morning fun with her, but that looked like it wasn't going to be an option.

Normal as it might have been, he still wished that it could have been different.

His morning wood poked at the edges of his attention, but he ignored it for the moment. If Violet had gone back to her place, then he would need to make breakfast for himself, and if she hadn't, well...it would be rude to keep her waiting while he jerked one off. Besides, if he hurried, he'd have time to do something about it before he left for work.

Wrapping a robe around himself, Charles walked out of the room and towards the kitchen. He turned his nose up in the air to see if he could smell anything cooking, but if there was anything on the stove, it didn't reach his nose. "Eh, I guess that the house is mine again for the morning," the fox said with a sigh. He had been hoping that Violet had stuck around, but it wasn't surprising. She seemed to split her time evenly between his house and her job during the early hours of the morning, and it seemed that today was no exception.

The fox walked into the kitchen to find his suspicions confirmed, and shook his head. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs and some milk before cracking some into a bowl. Pouring himself a glass of milk, he sipped at it after turning the stove on and setting a pan on it to heat up. "Scrambled eggs for breakfast, then out the door," he muttered.

Leaning back against the wall as he drank some of the milk, soothing the hungry ache in his belly, Charles noticed that his morning wood hadn't gone down at all. In fact, if anything, it was harder now than it had been when he had gotten out of bed, poking out of the slit in his robes and almost visually insisting that he give it a little bit of attention. With a sigh, the fox put down his glass of milk and wrapped his hand around his shaft. Might as well get off at least once before he went to get dressed. No need to go to work with a stiffy in his pants all day.

The first touch of his hand to the tip of his shaft pulled a moan from his lips, and brought a smile to his face. Yes, even after some sex with a hot fox female, it still felt good to jerk off the morning after. His shaft pulsed with arousal, and before long, there was some pre flowing from the tip and onto his fingers. The feeling just encouraged him to go faster.

Before long, Charles was humping against his own hand. He hadn't felt so needy, so aroused, for a while, even with Violet on her hotter days. He didn't know what had come over him, but it felt like he didn't just want this climax anymore. He needed it, and he wasn't going to stop until he got a very good one, one that was strong enough to make him fall to his knees.

His free hand dropped down to his balls and squeezed them lightly, urging more pre from them as his other hand moved faster and faster along the length. His breath came in pants, and he was slowly sliding down the wall until he was flat on his butt, his hands never ceasing their ministrations of his genitals. Charles slowly opened his clenched eyes, and was surprised to see that he was now on all fours, stroking himself faster than he could ever remember doing before.

The shock of finding himself in such a submissive sort of position finally pulled him out of the lustful trance that he'd found himself in. He pulled himself back to his feet and hurried over to the sink, splashing some water over his face and shaking his head frantically. "What the hell?" he whispered, shaking his head again to try and wake himself up further. "What was that about?"

Before he could think on it further, he smelled the scent of smoke. Turning rapidly, he saw the pat of butter he'd tossed in the pan smoking, almost burning. All thoughts of his momentary loss to lust fled his head as he hurried to the pan to head off a possible fire, and by the time that he had cleaned up and gotten the eggs into the pan to cook, the thoughts were long gone.

Though, when he was done eating and he started getting dressed, he wondered what it was that had been on his mind. Oh well, it couldn't have been that important, he thought.

#

Nervous as he always was when he walked through the front doors of his workplace, Charles walked quietly but quickly. He knew that Dranor had mentioned a new assignment for him, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to get started on something new. True enough, his current work assignments were never pleasant, and if his employer hadn't been a sadistic dragon that liked to make people as uncomfortable as possible with their work, he might have been eager to see something new. But with Dranor, it felt like the odds were more in favor of him getting something that would make him seriously consider suicide rather than something better than sending spam mails.

Thankfully, Charles made it to his cubicle without finding the dragon anywhere between him and his work place. It was a relief that he was able to get around the big black male for a change, rather than being ambushed. Maybe his luck was finally starting to turn.

Pulling his tail to the side again as he entered his cubicle and sat down, Charles turned on his computer and started pulling up the quota levels for the day. He expected it to have the requisite five hundred emails that he would need to type out and send out, or perhaps more if Dranor had decided to boost his work day. That wouldn't have surprised him either. Once the dragon realized that an employee was capable of meeting one quota, he raised the quota level to make sure that he got every little bit of work out of them.

Instead of the five hundred emails he was used to doing as a quota for the day, however, the daily email of what was needed said he only needed to do twenty. Charles was so surprised to see that number that he actually exited his employee email account before logging in again, just in case it was an error.

It wasn't.

"Well...either my luck is better than any story book hero, which I wouldn't bet on, or Dranor is going to insist on giving me that new assignment," Charles muttered under his breath. Considering how his life was, he didn't have any doubt which of the two it was. He looked up from the computer towards the office window near the water dispenser. Sighing, he pushed the chair back and stood up. "Might as well get it over with."

The fox edged out of his cubicle and made his way towards the office. It was a long walk from his particular workspace to the stairs, since he worked about halfway between the office and the other side of the room, and with the room as big as it was, that meant that the walk up to Dranor's office was a bit of a long one.

Eventually, though, he reached it. Charles paused outside of the door, wondering for a moment if this was really a good idea. Everything out there said that walking into a dragon's lair was a bad idea, and even though Dranor wasn't a dragon like one of those in the stories told to children, he was still enough of one to have the personality that you just didn't cross. Despite his reservations and worry, though, Charles eventually knocked on the door. Best to get this over with quickly, like yanking off a bandaid, he thought.

Almost as soon as his fist rapped on the door, it was pulled open. Dranor stood beside the door, wearing a white suit that contrasted easily with his black scales. It would have looked almost comical if it weren't for the height of the reptile and the muscle that seemed to make the threads of the suit threaten to burst at the slightest provocation. "Come in," Dranor said with a smile, and Charles did just that. He didn't even think about it. Just stepped right along through the door.

"Take a seat." Charles looked around quickly, finding a single seat in front of the dragon's desk, and hurriedly plopped himself into the chair. Despite the easy tone, the fox felt compelled to obey quickly and without question. "Good, Charles, good," Dranor said.

He watched as his employer walked around to his side of the desk, looking down at him with those bright red eyes before sitting down. Charles couldn't look away as the dragon continued to hold his eyes, saying, "I'm glad that you came up here on your own, Charles. I wouldn't have liked to be forced to collect you from the work floor myself."

"I didn't want to make you do that, sir," Charles said hurriedly, defensively.

The dragon waved that away negligently. "I know, otherwise you'd still be down there waiting for me to come and get you. I believe you're probably curious about the email that said your quota was lowered?"

He nodded a few times, unable to really voice the question.

"It's simple. With your new position, you're not going to have the time to do more than that, so I decided to lower it so that you didn't simply lose your job through not fulfilling your quota. But don't get the idea that you're going to be able to just slack off. You're here to do a job, and you are going to do a good one, or I'm going to fire you regardless of your fast fingers on a keybarod."

Charles was beginning to feel more and more nervous as his employer continued to imply some new tasks for his job. He had been anxious as he had approached the office. Now, he was passing nervous and starting to reach the point of being terrified. The only thing that kept him from asking more questions, or from standing up and walking out, for that matter, was that steady red gleam that emanated from Dranor's eyes.

"You see, it's very boring for me, staying up here every day and keeping an eye on the rest of you out there." Dranor shrugged his shoulders, but didn't break eye contact. "So I need someone up here to entertain me. I need to stretch my muscles a little more, and find some new ways to fill the day, to break the monotony that has become my routine. You are going to be my way of doing that. You are going to become my personal play thing. My bitch."

The fox wanted to protest that statement. In fact, he had every intention of standing up and demanding to know how the hell the dragon thought that could ever happen. He stood up-

No, he didn't. He stayed right in his seat, unable to move from where he sat. It was like he was glued to the chair. No, not glued, because he would have at least been able to struggle a little bit. Instead, he seemed frozen, paralyzed completely. Not from the neck down, like some people, but completely and totally paralyzed. There wasn't a single part of his body he could move.

He stared at the dragon, the red glow of the eyes seeming to pulse, growing brighter with every passing second. The fox almost felt like he was drowning in those eyes, pulled into them like an insect drawn into the amber of a tree. "You know that you can't deny my wishes, Charles," Dranor said, his voice faint, as though far off, but still crystal clear. "You know that you can't deny my commands. You can't keep from giving me what I want...you want to submit...submit...you want to fall under my control."

There was no way that he wanted that, the fox thought in the little corner of his mind that was still his. He struggled again, tried to pull his head away, to blink his eyes, to do anything that would disrupt the staring contest he was engaged in, but nothing worked. His fingers wouldn't move, wouldn't even twitch, and his head might as well have belonged to a mannequin with how little mobility it gave.

Shouting defiance that echoed in his mind, Charles struggled to throw off the mental domination of the dragon. For a second, the blanketing fog of the dragon's influence seemed to pause. Charles had a moment of hope that maybe he could resist this, but it faded as the fogging power pushed past his efforts of resistance.

"You can't hold me out, slave," Dranor said. He stood up from his desk. As he walked around it, Charles found himself forced to keep staring, powerless to look away from the glowing red eyes of his employer. "You can't resist it, because you don't want to resist it. You want to be controlled...you want to be dominated by a more powerful male...you want to submit to me...submit to me..." Every time Dranor spoke a new phrase, it echoed inside of the fox's head, sinking deeper and deeper into his mind. For a moment, he almost thought that he did want to submit, and it took a great deal of concentration to shake it off even partially. No matter how hard he fought, Dranor kept pushing at his mind, pushing against his defenses and his objections.

"You don't want to be free...you don't want to be in control."

Yes I do, you son of a-

"You want to surrender...you want to be my bitch..."

Be...your...-no, I-

"Submit...submit... submit to me...become the slave you were meant to be..."

Become...slave? I am....am I-

"A slave you are....a slave to my pleasure....a slave to me...a bitch...someone...no, something...to be used...."

Barely realizing that he was no longer on his chair, Charles sunk to his knees. He stared straight ahead, so far under the trance that he didn't have to look into Dranor's eyes any longer. He didn't even think on his own anymore. The only things left in his mind were repeated phrases, echoing over and over in the dragon's voice. Submit. Become my slave. Be my bitch. Again. And again. Repeating until there was nothing else in his mind but those commands.

A hand touched his chin, and Charles - who was Charles, a part of him wondered - felt his head being turned towards something. He stared through glassy eyes at...at...

The dragon in front of him had a name, he was sure, but he couldn't remember it. He couldn't remember his own name, either. Both thoughts should have made him worried, but all he could feel was a small bit of discontent that was soon banished from his mind. If the dragon in front of him had a name, he would be given it, or he wouldn't. It didn't matter, anyway.

"Your new name is Slave," the dragon said to him, and the fox felt himself smile. A name. A name was good. He giggled a little bit, and the dragon smiled at him. "And I am Master. You will remember this, and you will serve me. That is what your purpose in life is now."

A purpose. A purpose was good, Slave thought to himself. He smiled softly, and nodded to Master. He bowed his head, keeping it low. After all, he was a slave, as well as being called Slave, and slaves do not look at their masters without permission. Slaves keep their head down low, and do whatever they are told, and if they do it good, then Master gives them a treat.

"Do you understand me, Slave? You will do whatever you are told. When you wake up, you will do whatever you're told. You may protest, and you may argue, but your body will do what it is told. No matter what, no matter how hard it is, you will do what you are told. Slave will always do what he is told...slave will always do what he is told...."

That phrase joined the others in his head, echoing around and filling his skull. There was no way that he would be able to forget the command to do what he was told. Slave was a good slave. He would remember, and he would follow Master's orders. He nodded his agreement with Master's instructions.

"Good," Master said with a sharp nod. "In a little while you will wake up. You will obey orders, and you will do what Master says. If you ever hear the words 'Slave is a good slave', you will fall back into this obedient trance, and remain there until I let you go."

Slave nodded. He felt just a little bit sad that he had to leave this place, where his mind was warm and foggy, just waiting for the words of his Master to tell him what to do. They felt so much more special here, more...physical. Like a blanket, he guessed would be the best term, they wrapped him up and comforted him in the fog.

However, if Master wanted him to wake up, he would wake up.

"Good boy," Master said with a smile. He patted him on the head, and stepped back. "Now, go to sleep, slave...and wake up."

Slave closed his eyes, his head falling down to his chest, a little drool seeping from his mouth as the sleep commanded by his master slipped over him instantly.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes. Charles looked up at his employer, and stood up angrily. His hands balled into fists, he shook with anger at the very thought that he would ever be the bitch of someone like this, so arrogant and...and rude, and...powerful...and...big...

Shaking his head, Charles pointed a finger at the dragon. "If you ever think that I'm going to do what you tell me outside of the workplace, or that I'd ever be your bitch, you have another thing coming, Dranor. The only reason I do all the work requests you give me is to make sure that I keep this damn job, but if you want me to start doing sexual favors for you, you can take this job and-"

"Kneel."

"-stuff it!" Charles growled even as his legs buckled under him, bringing him down to his knees before his boss. He grunted as he found himself suddenly on his knees, and reached down to push himself up.

"Freeze."

The fox's body froze in position before he had even reached the floor, and as hard as he pushed the muscles of his arms, he couldn't move them forward so much as an inch. "What is this, Dranor?!" he demanded, trying and failing to move his hand to look up at the dragon. His body was stuck in his position, his body in an L shape, knees to toes flat on the floor with the rest of his body erect. Well, his arms pointed out, but that didn't really count, because he couldn't think of a letter that actually looked like his body if he took that into account.

There was no answer to his question at first, only the sound of the dragon's footsteps in the office. Dranor backed up a few paces before grabbing onto a chair, dragging it along until it was right in front of the fox. Taking a seat, the dragon slowly kicked off his shoes. Kicking them out of the way and into a corner, he crossed his legs and leaned back, almost pressing the bottoms of his feet against the fox's thighs in the process.

Once comfortable, Dranor said, "I told you that you would be my bitch. I didn't say that you were going to get a choice in the matter. You don't. You are going to do whatever I say, and before you go home today, you're going to be fucked in the ass, you're going to worship my feet, and you're going to do whatever other little thing that I can come up with for you to do. And hell, if I get bored, I'll start doing other things to you. Maybe find a way to humiliate you in front of those that care about you, or you care about, anyway. Humiliation is always fun, no matter how you do it." Dranor gestured at the now blushing and sputtering fox. "Strip down. Now. I want to see what kind of body I'll be having my pleasure with."

His face flushed with anger and embarrassment, Charles found his body complying with the dragon's instructions. He couldn't understand why this was happening, he couldn't understand why the dragon had picked him for this, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. His arms moved of their own accord, unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off. He paused, starting to fold it.

"Don't bother doing that. Just throw it in the corner," Dranor said, and without hesitation, his arms did just that, throwing it towards the same corner the dragon's shoes laid in. "Good, now stand up and keep going."

Charles slowly stood up, his hands moving down to the buttons of his pants. "Please, Dranor, don't do this to me. Don't make me do this!" he begged, his fingers clumsily undoing the buttons and starting to pull down the zipper.

"I'll do whatever I want, Charles," Dranor said with a little laugh. He wiggled his toes, a little bit of sweat flicking from them onto the fox's pant legs. "I could have left you in your little trance, but this is more fun. Seeing you squirm, seeing you wriggle as you try to get out of the commands...ah, now that is what gets me going. The power to stop you from doing anything I don't want you to do...and the power to get you to do anything that I want."

As the dragon spoke, Charles found his fingers already done unzipping his pants. Without the zipper and button holding them up, they fell off of his hips with only the lightest push, leaving him in just his boxers. He knew that they were going to be gone soon as he felt his hands reach for the waistband, and he tried one more time to stop them from stripping him bare.

Try as he might, the only thing he accomplished was making his muscles hurt. They continued without the slightest pause or spasm through what the dragon had commanded of them, and pulled his boxers down his legs before tossing them, and his pants, into the corner with his shirt. Blushing brightly, Charles stood still, his body waiting for further orders.

They didn't come. Instead, the fox felt the eyes of his employer staring at his cock. He knew that he looked pretty small, when he was soft, but he did get bigger when he was erect. He was sure that he wasn't that small, really. Just about average...average, yes, that's what he was.

That mental reassurance lasted as long as it took for Dranor to laugh. The black reptile's loud chuckles filled the office, echoing off of the walls long after he had finished. "That's all you have? That little prick is all you have for a manhood?" Dranor asked with incredulous mirth in his voice.

Charles blushed as he tried - and predictably failed - to cover himself. "What's...what's wrong with it? It's a perfectly fine penis."

"Maybe for a little tiny thing, but that's just a pathetic piece of meat. Can you seriously tell me that you can satisfy a female with that thing? I mean, she'd get more release from her pinky finger than from that thing," Dranor said, pointing and laughing. "Tell me, did you ever get a girl to gasp when you fucked her? Or did you have to lick her to get her to get off? Lot of eating out for you, I bet, or sixty nines. Am I right?"

The fox blushed harder than he could ever remember doing, his face feeling like it was on fire as he tried to come up with something to say to counter that. He had gotten to make love with Violet a ton of times, tons of times...but....

But she had never gotten off before he did. He'd always had to pull out and then start stimulating her to orgasm after he had finished. She'd never complained about it, and always told him that it was normal. But what if it wasn't? What if his boss knew the real truth of the matter?

He shook his head - or tried to - and glared at the dragon. "So what? It's normal. Guys can't last as long as women."

"They don't have to, Puny Prick," Dranor jeered. "A real man's got enough equipment to get a woman off without needing to last long. Let me show you what I mean." Before Charles's eyes, Dranor stood up, unbuttoned his pants, and yanked them down, exposing himself completely.

Despite his dislike for the dragon, the fox couldn't help but stare in disbelief. Sticking up between the dragon's legs was a large, erect shaft. The tip leaked pre drawn up from two large balls, hanging down low and swaying between the dragon's scaly thighs. Despite the large size of the testicles, though, what drew the fox's attention was the phallus that stood out from Dranor's groin.

While his member could barely be called average, by statistics, the dragon's member was a huge one, something one might expect in porn. Over nine inches long and thick as a sausage, it pulsed and twitched with arousal. "How do you like the cock of a real man, Puny Prick?" Dranor asked as the fox stared.

He just shook his head. Something like that...how could the dragon ever fail to bring a female to orgasm? Or a male, for that matter. In his silence, Dranor spoke up again. "This is how a real man looks below the belt, and this is what you're going to be taking up your ass later today. But first, I want to see just how much bigger my meat is than yours. Come here, right now."

Mutely, Charles walked forward until he stood before the dragon. This wasn't going to end well, he was sure. He stopped about one step away from the dragon, and looked down.

Just looking down at their respective groins, Charles could tell that there was no way that he could measure up to the shaft that the dragon sported. Yeah, his was starting to harden slightly and get a little bit bigger, but even at the biggest it had ever been, there was no way that it could have matched even a third of the size of the thing that Dranor had. He blushed a bit as he realized that his cock was getting harder, and in front of another male, no less. What the heck was wrong with him?

Before he could say anything, Dranor reached out and grabbed a hold of his shaft. Jerking and yelping at the sudden touch, Charles would have pulled back if he still had control of his body. Instead, he was forced to stand still as his employer stroked his rough hand up and down his shaft, each little tug forcing his member closer to full hardness. Closer to actual arousal.

Blushing, Charles stood completely still as those powerful fingers tugged on him again and again, involuntarily shooting some pre onto them before they were done. Dranor laughed at that, pulling his fingers back and holding them under the fox's eyes. He stared at the pre, his blush deepening. "See? You might think you don't want this, but your body definitely does," the dragon said with a deep chuckle.

Dranor didn't give him any chance to respond, nor did the fox really know what he could say to that. What could he say to what his body did without his permission? After all, Dranor did have a good touch when it came to jerking someone off, he'd be a fool to deny that.

Again, the dragon acted before Charles could prepare himself. The reptile reached around and planted his scaly hand against Charles's back, shoving him forward until he stood chest to chest with the dragon. Their cocks pressed against one another, and the fox blushed at the feeling of the warm pre flowing over his cock, the powerful dragon musk overpowering whatever scent his own arousal had. And it was...so slick, too, sliding down his cock in rivers. How much was coming out of Dranor's shaft, anyway?

The dragon's hand forced the two cocks together, stroking them a few times and pulling a moan from Charles's lips. He forced himself to look down, to see what his boss was doing. Though he had thought he couldn't blush any further, it seemed that he was wrong, as the heat present in his cheeks burst into full flame.

His cock was almost twitching in arousal, harder than steel, or so it felt. It was a proud five and a half inches long, the head darkened with arousal, hard and prouder than he had seen it in some time. Despite that, it was dwarfed by the dragon's cock. Now that they were side by side, it looked even bigger compared to his...his...he had to admit it, his cock just looked pitiful compared to Dranor's member. About four inches smaller, it was almost half the size of the proud prick that his boss had.

What made it worse was that Dranor felt it necessary to keep commenting on that fact. "Look at how much smaller you are," he said with a laugh. "Look at your puny little prick. If your girlfriend ever told you that thing could have satisfied her, she was lying. Even the most eager nympho couldn't get off on that tiny little thing." Dranor squeezed the fox's cock hard, almost painfully hard, but it milked it of more pre, squirting it against the dragon's massive cock. "Yeah, that's it. Submit and give up your seed to a real man..."

That wasn't true! The fox was a real man, he had a good cock, and he could satisfy a woman. Violet had told him every time that they had been together that he had done well with her. He should speak up, he should say something about that...but every time that he thought that he could believe that, a small part of his mind voiced a bit of doubt. It didn't make sense that Violet would lie to him, but could she be sparing his feelings?

But that wasn't the worst thing about it for him. No matter how much he tried to be insulted, there was a part of him that liked the insults he was being hit with. It wasn't a big part, and he still felt very angry, but his cock was rising and spitting pre more every time that the dragon told him how pathetic his member was. Maybe there was a part of him that liked it?

That wasn't possible. He didn't care if Dranor told him that he had a small cock, that it couldn't satisfy a person. It wasn't true, and it certainly wasn't turning him on in the least, that much was something he was certain about.

Even with all his protestations, it didn't stop his cock from staying hard and spitting pre at Dranor's command, though. He groaned in the dragon's strong embrace, his hips starting to hump forward on their own initiative, responding to the primal need that was building in his balls. He just wanted to cum by this point, just wanted to cum.

Dranor shoved him back when he was at the very brink, his cock actually twitching heavily. Just a single stroke, hell, probably a single touch would have set him off, but without an order, he couldn't reach down and give himself even that much. He'd barely managed to keep himself from falling flat on his back when he was shoved. He looked up at his boss, realizing how far that he had fallen in that short time. He glared, trying to hide the shame he felt, and not sure how well he was succeeding.

"I told you, bitch. I told you, slave," Dranor said, walking forward slowly and leaving his pants behind. He was bare from the waist down, and his shaft bobbed from side to side with every step he took. "You are going to do what I want. And I want you to feel inferior. To feel like you are nothing but a way for me to get off. You're here to do whatever I say..." The dragon's voice trailed off as he got closer, stopping at the fox's side. "And right now, you're going to clean my feet, and then worship them, the way that you will eventually worship my whole body, the way a good slave does."

Charles stared at the dragon that had become his master, unable to move as Dranor lifted one large, black, shiny scaled foot off of the office floor. The carpet of the office had been enough to rob it of much moisture on the underside, but even as it approached his face, he could smell the musk that was coming off of it. It probably hadn't been washed in some time, and now that task had fallen to him. He'd heard enough of people with domination kinks to know that it would probably be done with his tongue, either to indulge the dragon's fetish or to just demean him more.

Either way, he couldn't stop himself from reaching out and grabbing hold of the sides of the foot, holding it steady as he brought his face closer and closer to it. His nostrils flared as he got closer, the stench of the scales filling his nose and making his gag reflex activate. He forced himself to swallow a few times to make sure that nothing was going to come up before his body tugged him in close.

The smell of unwashed scales, sweat, and pure foot funk filled his nose as he squished his face against the foot's underside. The control that the dragon had him under made him rub his face against it, nuzzling against the foot as though it were his lover, rather than just something that he was being forced to tend to. His facial fur was getting matted down, and there was nothing that he could smell over the musk. The slight smell of smoke, the smell of carpet, even the smell of pre that had filled the room a moment ago; all it was gone now, overwhelmed totally and completely by the foot in his face.

Every move his body made was in response to some sort of command from Dranor or from the way that his body seemed to think that it needed to behave. The dragon didn't talk much, but everything that did come out of his mouth that wasn't a moan was some sort of command. "Lick my foot." "Suck on my toe." "Make sure you lick everything out from between the toes." "Compliment my feet." Things of that nature and more were said and Charles found himself complying with every command with gusto.

The fox was moving along the dragon's feet with his tongue like an expert foot licking, his tongue lapping along the pungent scales, every little bit of sweat and impurities being pulled onto his tongue and removed from his master's feet. He couldn't stop himself, no more than he had been able to stop himself earlier, his body moving without his control, and without his consent as it eagerly lapped at the dragon's-

Wait.

Wait. He had just thought of Dranor as his master. That wasn't supposed to happen! He was a free fox, and he wasn't going to become a slave just because mas- no, just because Dranor had said that he would be a slave! He'd go through this, then find some shrink that could get him back to normal. Couldn't be that hard to break hypnosis, could it?

He'd have to think about that later. The more that he licked at the sweaty, musky, lovely foot in front of him, the harder it was for him to think. The stink of it, the sheer power of the odor was something that he just couldn't resist, and he half wondered if being a slave would really be that bad.

Charles would have slapped himself if his hands had been free for that thought. He couldn't think of the dragon as his master, and he couldn't think of himself as a slave. If he surrendered on either of those fronts, he might as well just give up now, because then he really would be a slave. It was alright if the dragon kept his body for now, but if he lost his mind, then there would be no getting out of this. He would be the dragon's slave for real, rather than just because of some hypnotism.

He must have finished cleaning that foot while he was in thought, because it was pulled out of his grip without any warning. Before he could be grateful, Dranor said, "Stand up, and lean against the wall. Legs apart, now."

Oh no, oh no oh no oh no! This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening, Charles thought to himself as he pulled himself to his feet. His tail twitched and lifted itself up as he leaned against the nearby wall, his legs spreading themselves even as he tried to keep them close together. His boss wasn't going to do this to him, right here, was he?

The fox whimpered despite the compulsion that was laid on him, knowing that the dragon definitely would. This was probably what he had wanted all along, now that Charles actually thought about it. After all, why get a slave if you weren't going to have some fun with it now and then.

Charles shivered as he felt Dranor's scaly hands grab onto his hips, squeezing them lightly as he stepped into position. The musk of pre rose to his nose, and it wasn't just the dragon's, either. Some was his, and that made him blush worse. Just the thought that he was about to be fucked up the ass was bad enough, but knowing that his body craved it in some way...that was worse.

The scaly fingers rubbed against the side of his hips, the claws threatening to give him a great deal of pain if he moved. Not that he could, but Charles supposed that the dragon liked to give the threat anyway. A hot spurt of something wet hit his hole, and he shivered, knowing that must mean that the massive dragon cock was very close, now.

Even the hypnosis he was under couldn't stop the whimpers that escaped his lips as he felt the tip of Dranor's cock press against his hole. In just a few seconds, that massive thing was going to be inside of him, and he would no longer be able to claim that he'd never had sex with a guy, that he had always been faithful to Violet. He whimpered and whined, fighting once more against the compulsion that held him tightly against the wall, unable to disobey the dragon's wishes. Just like before, there was no way to move, no way to get free.

However, the cock didn't push in. No, it just laid there, sandwiched between his butt cheeks, rubbing against his hole and under his tail. Dranor wasn't taking him yet, wasn't stuffing him full of that cock. Why, Charles wondered, would his employer be waiting now?

"Turn your head. Cheek against the wall, but make sure you can look back at me," Dranor said, and Charles complied, leaning his chest and head forward until both were pressed against the wall. He looked back out of the corner of his eyes at his boss, trembling in fear on the inside. "I can see the fear in your eyes, Charles. But that's not all that I see."

Dranor leaned in closer, his hands rubbing over the fox's bare chest. "I see in your eyes that you believe this is right. You don't think it yet, you don't really know that you believe it yet, but on the deepest level of your thought, you do believe it. You know that you are supposed to be the subby little slut slave for a male that is strong enough to take you. You know it, I know it, and soon you'll like the thought...Like the thought of surrendering all that you are, all that you have...everything that you will ever own...to me."

The dragon's voice was soft and almost gentle compared to the way he had spoken before, echoing through Charles's mind over and over. They joined the other commands that echoed in his subconscious, reinforcing everything else that the fox - that the slave, his subconscious whispered - was supposed to do. Charles moaned softly as Dranor pulled himself even closer, the muscled chest of the dragon pressing down against his back. He...he did like the feeling of the strong muscles pressing against him, possessing him. He did.

Charles shivered as the dragon pulled back just enough to let his dick point towards its target. The hot, slick head pressed against his virginal hole, and Charles pulled one final struggle, hoping against all hope that he would finally be able to break free.

Instead of breaking free, all his body did was push back against the dragon's dick, shoving it up his hole and breaking him open. Inside of his head, Charles was screaming in pain at the violation of his hole, but there was no sign of the discomfort and pain on his face. The hypnosis and compulsion kept his face blank, waiting for an instruction from Dranor as to what he should look like.

There were no instructions forthcoming on that matter, but there were instructions on what he should do. Dranor stood there, hands behind his head, and said, "Fuck yourself on my cock."

His body started bucking itself back and forth. His face and his chest, as well as his arms, remained glued to the wall, but his hips and ass jerked back and forth, slamming up and down that phallus again and again. There was no gentleness, no chance for him to just pause and get used to the filling feeling. All he got was a brutal ass fuck, and he was giving it to himself.

"You know, you got a nice ass-pussy, slave," the dragon said with a laugh. He wasn't moving, but Charles could feel the dragon's dick twitching inside of his ass, and he knew that his boss loved the way that his ass felt, sliding up and down along that big cock. "Another command for you. You don't get to fuck anything else. Ever again. You are only going to be a fuck toy for me, and maybe another lucky guy if I choose to share you."

The thought of being shared should have been reprehensible for the fox, and for a moment, it was. After a moment or two, however, the thought of being passed around to other guys, who might be a little gentler about how they treated his hole and his body didn't sound quite so bad. If it spared him the brutality that Dranor was putting him through now, and let him have some time to recover, he thought that it might even be downright pleasant.

For once, he was glad of the hypnosis. It kept the thoughts from showing on his face.

A few minutes later, when Charles could feel the dragon's cock starting to pulse in sign of impending orgasm, Dranor spoke up again. "Freeze, slave," he said, and Charles froze on the spot, halfway through sliding down on the cock again. Dranor waited for a moment, then pulled himself out of the fox's ass. "Get down on all fours now, like the bitch you are."

Charles slipped down to all fours, holding himself there like a dog...like a bitch, he had to admit. "Good boy," Dranor said. He walked slowly, stepping around the fox, and Charles found himself staring at the dragon's feet as they passed around in front of his face. A part of him wondered if Dranor wanted him to clean those feet again. He almost wanted to...no, he did want to, at least a bit. His aching hole, stretched from fucking himself along the dragon's cock, also wanted to be filled again. It did, he didn't want it to be. It was confusing.

His employer circled him a few times, looking down on him now and then. Charles was sure that the dragon could see the desires that he had in his eyes, based on how well that he had read them earlier, but so far, Dranor hadn't commented on them at all. At least there was that. Maybe the dragon couldn't actually read them. Maybe he was just blowing smoke.

The dragon walked behind him again, completely out of sight. "Lift your tail," Dranor commanded. He did that, the tip of his tail almost rubbing against his head from the angle of lift. Almost immediately, the dragon's fingers were felt over his ass cheek, moving in towards the crack. Those scaly appendages rubbed against his hole for a few seconds before plunging inside hard enough to draw a yelp from his lips. It was only two fingers rather than three or four, but it still felt thick against his already abused hole.

"This isn't your ass anymore, slave," Dranor said, his fingers sawing back and forth inside of the sensitive hole. "This is my pussy, for my pleasure at all times. Other guys that use you might call it an ass, but for me, its my pussy."

Humiliating as it was, Charles just remained still. It was all he could do without a command. Besides, as long as the dragon was talking, it meant that he might not get back to the fucking, and that could only be a positive thing.

Eventually, however, the dragon seemed to figure out the best topic to bring up to make him uncomfortable again. "Tell me, did you have a pussy that you fucked? Did you have a girlfriend, some unfortunate female that had to deal with that itty bitty thing that you call a cock?"

Against his will, Charles opened his mouth. "Another fox...Violet...she's my girlfriend."

"She was your girlfriend, slave," Dranor said. His fingers pulled back, shortly after replaced with his large shaft. "From now on, she's not even that. She's going to be another pussy for me. You're going to bring her to work with you tomorrow, and you're going to give her to a real male. You're going to let her have a chance to be a real male, let her feel what a real cock can do for her. Then you're going to be her slave as much as mine. Got me?"

Charles only had time to nod once before the dragon's cock shoved its way into his hole again. Nine and a half inches might not have been all that large for an anthro male - considering that some horses had several foot long cocks, and most dragons worked on the foot long range - but it was bigger than average, a lot bigger than average, and the fox's asshole just wasn't built to take something like that up it.

Despite all of that, he still felt some form of pleasure from it. Some form of pleasure that was physical, running a close track with his mental torture. Maybe it was just another form of the torture that the dragon was giving him, making his body like this to confuse his mind even more.

But what he couldn't believe more than anything else was that the dragon was going to take Violet from him. That couldn't happen. He couldn't, wouldn't let it happen. Even though he was hypnotized, he'd find a way to keep her from falling under the dragon's spell. There's no way that she would abandon him, he hurriedly thought, but he didn't want her to be hurt. That was all. He wasn't worried about his prowess at all.

Even with all those thoughts, there was something else that broke him from that worry. Something that was both great and terrible, something he wanted to happen and something he fought to keep from happening at all, desperate for it to both occur and disappear.

He was cumming.

And there was no way to stop it.

Charles groaned and moaned as the dragon hammered his hole throughout his orgasm. His cock twitched under him, shooting several squirts of cum onto the floor below. He panted and closed his eyes from the pleasure, pleasure that he'd never thought that he'd actually get from something up his asshole. Maybe...maybe this was something even Dranor could make good.

A few moments later, he felt the goo from the dragon's cock squirting up his ass. It hit that little bump of his prostate, and made his cock stiffen up again, the pleasure of the whole thing almost making him fall to the ground. Perhaps the only reason he didn't was the compulsion to obey, to not move without the orders of the dragon.

Dranor held himself inside of the fox's hole for as long as it took to stop shooting before slowly pulling out. His shaft had softened slightly, but still stuck out from his crotch, an imposing sight for the fox. Charles blushed as he looked at it, feeling cum leaking out of his hole and running down his crotch to leak off of his balls, drip, drip, dripping down to the floor.

"You've got a good tight hole. I don't know how long that's going to stand up to what I'm going to do to it, but we'll see how you do," Dranor said. He sat down on his office chair, a good few feet away from the fox. "Crawl over to me, and lick me clean. Make sure you get my balls, too."

In a daze, Charles crawled across the floor. His half hard cock swayed from side to side under him, and his eyes barely took in much of anything. He barely knew what he was doing anymore. There was only one thought in his head now, one thing that kept repeating again and again as he reached the dragon, kneeled between his legs, and pressed his nose right up against the musky shaft and heady, heavy balls, sniffing and worshipping the masculine scent of both.

Slave will obey....Slave will obey...