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His Proper Place: Part 3

It had been three weeks since Charles and Violet had submitted to Dranor, a powerful dragon of means and mysteries. It had started with a simple after work meeting, but within days had turned into something far more. Hypnotized by the sheer power and presence that the dragon had - not to mention the strange, hypnotic power that lay in his gaze - both the fox and the vixen were completely in his power.

To everyone else, their lives had remained normal. Charles came to work every day, and though there were times that he spent most of his time in with the boss, nobody bothered questioning it. If anything, they were happy to have the boss's attention occupied with someone other than them; it gave them the chance to do their work without as much fear and, in a lot of cases, it allowed them to get a little bit more relaxed than they had been in a long time. They all figured that the boss was grooming their colleague for some new position due to all his hard work, and expected that any day Charles would be placed as a supervisor or manager or something like that in their department.

Violet might have been missed, but if her friends noticed that she was gone more often, they merely put it down to spending time with her boyfriend. They still got their time with her, even if it was filled with more giddy laughter on her part than they remembered before. However, they all had their giddy moments, and considering the glow that she had, they all put it down to the sex they assumed she was getting from the fox she was dating. Sometimes they asked for details, but all they got was a mischievous grin in return, and soon they stopped asking, just taking it for granted that she was getting laid, and good, by this mysterious fox.

Both groups were only half right. Charles was getting groomed for a new position, but it wasn't one of management, and Violet was getting laid, but it most definitely wasn't with her boyfriend. They only had parts of their old lives because Dranor believed that the two vulpines needed to keep others from figuring out what was going on with them, even if it meant that his employee and his slut were not always in his office keeping him...company.

Though they had both become slaves, Violet was definitely the one with the better life. No matter what she might have said before she met Dranor, she loved the fucking that she got, and frequently got wet in front of both Charles and their master when she merely heard the dragon's name. She would eagerly strip down - sometimes before she even got to Dranor's office - and sometimes didn't even need to be asked before leaping onto the dragon's cock or bending over to take it.

Charles, on the other hand, had become a humiliated shadow of his former self. His employer had taken everything from him, from his dignity to his ass to his very job. All the money that he made went into the dragon's accounts or the vixen's, leaving him just enough to keep himself fed and moving back and forth between his home and the job. So far, Dranor had been good enough to keep him housed in his old place, but the fox lived in fear that the day would come that the dragon would tire of him and take his home away.

Regardless of the satisfaction that they had with their new positions, they both had strictly controlled lives. Charles was made to come to the office every day, whether it was during the week or on the weekends. Half of his time was spent in his cubicle, and the other half was spent in Dranor's office, taking whatever role that the black dragon wanted him to take. Sometimes it was that of a footstool, and other times it was being a chair for the eight foot tall boss dragon. Sometimes Dranor had him spend up to an hour licking along the sweaty, musky undersides of his feet, and other times the dragon had him stay under the desk with scaly's nine inch cock down his throat for the day. It all depended on the dragon's mood, and if the fox so much as started to protest...well, he had learned not to protest.

Violet spent her day at the whim of the dragon, her cell phone always on and waiting for any texts or calls that he might send her. Unlike Charles, she was eager for any contact with the big male, and awaited his communications with giddy glee. She would go to her job for a little while, but she had gotten herself put on half-shifts at the dragon's request so that she could spend more time with him, and frequently went out - also at his request - to the different adult stores in the area to pick up new outfits and toys for their games. There was a small part of her that remembered that she hadn't done this before, but she didn't care. She was doing it now, and she was having the time of her life being at the command of someone like Dranor.

For all that their friends and colleagues believed them still together, Violet and Charles never saw each other anymore, save for when they were with Dranor. A little bit after the other employees clocked out, Violet clocked in. Provided with a key to the building by the boss, she was in Dranor's office every day, five minutes after quitting time without fail, and for the next few hours, she fulfilled her 'duties' as his slave, letting him enjoy her body right in front of the fox that she had been dating only three weeks ago.

In that time, Dranor had been fairly consistent with what he got them to do. Fuck, clean, humiliate; those were the three basic things that he wanted from them. Lately, however, he'd been considering a new way to have a bit of fun, and humiliate Charles just a little bit more. It would be a little risky, a little bit chancy, but he figured that the payoff potential was more than worth it. He'd start it after their fuck session on Monday, he decided.

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As usual, Charles knelt on the far side of the office, next to the door. Ostensibly he was being kept there as something of a lookout, but all three of them knew he was there to be out of the way. Besides, what sort of lookout was forced to keep his eyes in the room rather than outside it?

He stared at his boss and his 'girlfriend' as they went at it for the third time today. For a change, Dranor held her up by her thighs, her back against his chest as he bounced her up and down on his cockk. Every time she came down, Violet's breasts bounced, jiggled, and her pussy squirted a small jet of mixed pussy juice and cum, and every time she went up, her mouth opened in a loud moan or yelp or some other sound of excitement. From where he sat, barely six feet away, Charles could see her legs twitching and her pussy lips trying to tighten around the massive shaft, failing like usual.

Though he hated it, he no longer felt quite the same jealousy that he did the first time he'd brought the vixen to his boss. While he didn't particularly like seeing her enjoy bouncing up and down on the dragon's cock so much, loving it so much more visibly than she had ever liked his cock, he had learned to tolerate it. It wouldn't have even been that bad if he didn't actually get a little turned on from seeing her this excited.

The fox looked down at his crotch, shaking his head at his erection. It felt wrong to be turned on now, but every time that he watched them go at it, his cock just sprouted up, hard as hell and eager for a little attention. Even when he was commanded to get between the dragon's legs and lick at his balls while the two of them fucked - he thanked heavens that it wasn't too often, no more than once a day while they had fun - he remained hard and rigid. Yet, he never had the chance to really reach down and stroke himself. Every time he thought about it, he just got so involved in watching his boss and Violet having sex that he eventually stopped thinking about it.

In fact, he hadn't had any 'fun' with anyone or anything but his own hand for the last three weeks. Not that Dranor had forbidden him from it, so far as he knew, but Violet had been avoiding him outside of this office for all those weeks as well. He knew that the dragon's cock was quite enticing, but he thought that maybe he deserved SOMETHING of hers after all this time.

His thoughts were interrupted as Violet threw her head back again, the fifth time today. Her pussy squeezed down more than before, and the dragon's cock and balls glimmered as she squirted her juices on them. She moaned loudly, nuzzling the top and back of her head against the dragon's neck, wrapping an arm around him as best she could from that angle. "More! Oh, Dranor, Master, more!" she cried out.

The dragon obliged her, dropping her down along the full length of his cock at the same time that he thrust up and inwards, only to lift her up and repeat the action. Each thrust was wet, fast, and hard, wet slaps of crotch against crotch mixing with the sound of liquids getting sloshed around inside of the vixen, some of the gooey mix slipping out and falling to the floor, or onto the top of Dranor's feet. Charles groaned a little bit at that, knowing that he would have to clean that up before the dragon left today, and knowing that it would be something he'd do eagerly, when called for it. He didn't know why; the thought as it was just made him twist up his face, but when he was asked to do it, he just couldn't say no. And not from any sort of threat, either. He just couldn't figure it out.

Dranor didn't last for much longer, Charles noted as he watched the clock over their shoulders. It only took a few minutes before the dragon slammed her down hard on his cock, sheathing himself in her fully. His balls drew up somewhat - not as much as some species, due to their sheer size and weight - and he could see just a bit of a bulge form in the base of the shaft at the volume of cum shooting out. The dragon was still for a moment before he humped into her a few more times, stirring up the cum inside of her before pulling out entirely. His last cum shots splattered against her thighs, matting down the fur a bit before his cock finally stopped shooting and just oozed, dripping the last of his load to the floor.

Smirking, the dragon lowered the vixen to her feet, keeping an arm around her torso to make sure that she didn't stumble or fall. He didn't bother looking at her, but rather, he turned to meet Charle's eyes. Those red eyes...those glinting red eyes...piercing and strong. "Come here, slave," the dragon said. The fox barely realized he'd moved before he found himself kneeling in front of the dragon. He looked down at the dragon's wet cock, soaked with cum and pussy juice and actually dripping some of both to the floor. The dragon shifted his position a bit, and the dripping fell on his feet, instead.

Charles hid a grimace before looking up at the dragon's face. "Yes?"

Smack. The dragon slapped him across his cheek with the softening cock. "Yes what?" Dranor asked.

"Yes, Master?" Charles said. His cheek burned, both with a blush and from the feeling of goo that was left on his cheek. Oh he hoped that no one would see him when he was allowed to leave.

"I've been thinking of something lately." The dragon patted the vixen's back lightly. "You see, you two have been good slaves, but it's been a little too easy. So, I'm going to see if I can keep you in my control. Don't ask how I've been finding it too easy so far," Dranor said, lifting a hand before Charles could ask. "I'm not going to tell you that. But I want to see what will happen if you two have a little more freedom." The dragon chuckled, the hand not on his cock reaching around Violet's chest and tugging on one of her nipples, the action drawing a moan from her lips. "Heh, will be nice to see if she might go back to you, or choose to stick with me."

Before the dragon could say anything else, his cell phone started ringing. He turned away from the foxes and bent over, rooting through the pockets of his pants on the floor before he found it. "Dranor," he said as he answered it. There was a small pause, and the dragon sighed frustratedly. "Alright, I'll be right there, but if it's as simple as I think the situation is, heads are going to roll." He snapped the phone shut before turning his head to the foxes. "Well, it looks like you guys are going to miss me for a little bit. I need to take care of something in the building, but don't you fret, I'll be back soon. Don't you go away."

The black dragon turned to the vixen, whispering something in her ear that Charles couldn't quite catch. He strained forward, wondering what Dranor was whispering to his girlfriend, but the dragon was just too quiet. It didn't help that the dragon flashed him a smirk before gathering his clothes together and walking out the door. Charles watched him leave, hardly believing that the big male was so cocky and confident to not bother dressing in privacy. He shook his head. Just another sign of how much a pervert that the dragon was, he thought.

When the dragon was out of sight, he turned around to look at Violet. She looked a little dazed, but happy, a grin on her face and her eyes half closed as she rubbed her pussy. It wasn't quite blatant rubbing for pleasure, but it wasn't just rubbing away some soreness either. Charles groaned a bit, his cock throbbing softly as he watched her. "Do you have to do that every time he's done?" he asked her. It was almost like she had become a cum junkie or something.

"Mmm, if you had a bigger cock, I would have been doing this after we had our fun," she said with a little chuckle. Her fingers slid between her pussy lips, easily pushing them apart. She almost didn't have to; when she was freshly used like this, her pussy continued to gape enough for him to see the hole between them when she was relaxed. Spread apart like she was now, he could see right up into her, could see the streams of cum inside slowly start to leak out of her. "Mmm, it's almost a shame to let it all out after having him work so hard to get it in me."

Charles blushed. "Come on, he's not that good. He...you..." The fox paused. "You used to be happy with me, Violet. Why did you just go with the dragon? Why are you fucking my boss like it's the best sex that you've ever had?"

"Because it is the best sex I've ever had." There was no hesitation, no softening the blow. It was just said flat out, and Charles felt like he'd been punched in the gut. "What, couldn't you tell how much I enjoyed it?" she asked, pulling her fingers back from her pussy. "I've come here every week because he's just that good. I mean, not that it matters when he's got a cock like that, but he's got so much stamina, so much stud appeal, that he could be a complete novice and I'd still think he was better than you."

Despite the weeks of watching her get fucked, watching her cum again and again on the dragon's cock, he'd never thought that she'd been enjoying it quite that much. It just seemed...it seemed so hard to believe. "You...you don't mean that," he muttered, shaking his head. He lowered his eyes, unable to meet her gaze. "You can't mean that. I mean...he's big, so what? He can't be that much bigger that it makes such a difference."

Violet laughed. "Can't be? Have you even looked at yourself lately, Charles?" The vixen took a few steps forward, and before Charles knew it, she had his cock in hand. He blushed, moaning softly at her grip on it. Instinctively he thrust forward a few times, only to be met with more laughter from her. "Heh, you love watching me get fucked that much? I almost can't believe it. Almost."

He tried to ask her what she was talking about, but she started stroking his cock, and suddenly the words wouldn't come to his lips. Gasping, he tried to keep his hips still, but it was like asking the sun not to set. Against his will, his needy cock thrust forward against her hand again and again. It amused the vixen to no end, drawing another chuckle from her lips. "You can't control yourself, can you? I mean, at least Master can actually control himself enough to hold back. I swear, if you actually did put your cock in my pussy, you'd cum in less than a minute. And I bet I wouldn't even feel it."

Her fingers tightened around his shaft, the stimulation so strong that he could hardly believe that he wasn't cumming on the spot. After so long with only his hand, it was a miracle that he hadn't cum yet.

But...

Then she started talking about how worthless he'd be in bed, and he blushed worse than he could remember doing in a long time. Shaking his head, he forced himself to his feet. It was harder than it should have been; staying on his knees felt right, felt good, like it was where he belonged, but he made himself get up on two legs again. He looked her in the eyes. "How can you say that, Violet?" he asked her, a hint of desperation slipping into his voice. "I...we...we did this before. You liked it. You told me."

"Oh, it was alright." She pulled her hand back from his cock, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "I guess it was alright, but that was because I'd never had anything else that was better. Now that I've had Master's cock in my pussy...well, you saw what it looked like." Charles nodded. He doubted he could forget seeing how it had been stretched out the way it had. "Be honest, Charles. Do you really think that yours would be any good for me now? Do you really think that I'd get much out of it if we actually did it again?"

The fox looked down at his cock, then took a step back, looking down at Violet's crotch. Without him even saying a thing, she reached down again and stroked a finger along her nether lips, teasing and spreading herself once more. She did look very loose, and for a moment, he really wondered if his cock was that much smaller that Dranor's.

Her face relaxed a bit, and she pulled one slick hand up, pressing it gently to Charles's cheek, caressing it gently. Violet smiled gently, like she was trying to be re-assuring. "Look. We're both his now. You'd never really be allowed to have fun with me anyway; Master wants my pussy available only to him now. And it's not like you've said anything about wanting to do anything with me again lately anyway."

His eyes jerked back up at that. "What? That's the only reason that you're not doing anything with me? Because I haven't ASKED?!"

Violet shrugged. "You never asked, never tried to touch me again." She looked down at his cock, and shook her head. "Besides, you seem to be so much happier and hornier when you're serving our master now, instead of doing anything with me, like you did before."

His response died in his throat before it could be voiced. Charles paused, shaking his head a few times as he actually thought about what she said.

Now that he thought about it, anything sexual that he'd been able to do lately had been in service to Dranor - he refused to call him master in his head - and no matter what he was tasked to do, he eventually got a hard-on. Most of the time he didn't notice it, but when he looked back on it, he couldn't remember a single time that he'd been soft while Dranor was ordering him around. Even those times when he'd sucked on the dragon's dick or...or had it up his ass, he'd been hard and erect, and most of the time drooling pre.

More to the point, though, he'd never so much as raised one word of protest to Dranor's treatment, or - as Violet had pointed out - even asked for a turn with her. There had been times, like when she'd been on all fours sucking Dranor hard, and had her tail up and her pussy exposed. Or when she had been fingering herself to the sight of him being fucked from behind by the dragon. Oh, they had been rare points, considering how eager the dragon was to have his dick inside of her, but they had been there, and he'd never taken advantage of them. He couldn't believe it, but she was right; he'd never made a move.

But he was sure going to do that now. "Look, Violet, I know I haven't done a thing with you for a while. And I know that you're having a lot of...fun -" God, he hated thinking about how much fun she was having. "But I want to do it now. Please, just let me have another chance to be with you before...before master comes back," Charles requested.

Surprisingly, she didn't look angry at his proposal. If anything, she looked amused. "Charles, you know that my pussy belongs to him now," Violet said. "I mean, we both belong to him, our bodies belong to him. Why don't you ask him for permission?"

"Well, for one, he's not here." The fox shook his head a few times. This shouldn't be so hard, to ask his girlfriend for sex. Well, former girlfriend, but still. "I mean, it wouldn't do any harm. He's not going to be back for a little while, and it's only one time." He gestured down at himself, where his erection still bobbed against him from the daily fuck show earlier. "I'm already really turned on. It won't take very long, and if you're right about not feeling me, I'll never ask for this again. I'll just let you be with...with him." It took almost all of his willpower to put that condition out. Charles doubted that she was really stretched out enough to not feel ANYTHING, but even the thought of it being that bad, of losing her to the dragon like that...but he felt that he had to offer that condition to make sure that things were fair. She was too devoted to his boss to go along with this without some sort of incentive on his part.

Her eyes looked down at the floor, one of her wet hands coming to her chin and stroking it gently as she thought. She paced a few times, and Charles kept his eyes on her the entire time. He tried to guess how her thoughts were going by watching her eyes, but most of the time she was looking away from him, and the few times that he did get a look, they were still a little glassy with arousal.

After a few laps back and forth across the room, Violet looked him in the eye again. "Just one breeding, Charles?" she asked.

"Just one."

"And after that, if I don't like it, if the dragon is better than you - and I mean, a lot better - you'll never ask me about that again, and just submit to him?"

Charles sighed before slowly nodding. "I promise, if it's as bad as you think it's going to be, I'll never ask you about that again, and just do what he tells me to do."

The vixen nodded. She squatted down and leaned back, slowly positioning herself on her back with her legs spread. Her pussy still leaked remnants of the dragon's cum, and though he hated the thought of stuffing himself into a hole already filled with another man's cum, a part of him wanted to know what it felt like. Besides, that part of him muttered, this was still Violet, and was there any way that she would ever not be sexy to him?

She spread herself open further as he got down to his knees, crawling over to her. She was as slick and wet looking as he remembered her being every day for the last three weeks, and more than he remembered her being whenever he'd been around before. Still, the sight of her slick pussy had his cock throbbing, and he whispered a moan as he got in close to her. He stroked a finger over her slit, gathering both her pussy juice and Dranor's cum along his fingertip. He didn't know whether to be turned off or turned on by just how much leaked from her.

"Well, are you going to stick it in me?" Violet's question yanked him out of his internal debate, and he moved in close. Honestly, there was no real need for foreplay; she was already wet and ready for him, and no matter how much he tried to fool himself, she was stretched out enough by the dragon's cock that he wouldn't cause her any pain by just shoving in right now. The fox just hoped that she was tight enough to still enjoy his cock.

He looked down as he felt his tip touch her, looking at the differences between what they were like now versus what he remembered before Dranor had gotten involved. In the past, he'd looked...well, maybe not huge, but at least big compared to her tight little pussy, and he'd known he'd need to actually work to get even the tip into her, let alone anything else. Now, though...

Now, the tip slid in easily. The feeling of contact had been more than that. The first inch and a half had slid into her before he'd even realized he'd been close to her. His heart sunk; if she was open that wide, it was almost sure that he was never going to satisfy her.

That was even more sure when she said, "Well, are you going to put it in or not? He's not going to be away forever, you know." Charles shook his head a little bit, steeling himself for this. He still had to try. So, he got a gentle grip on her hips, and tried to slide forward slowly.

Expecting resistance, he pushed forward too far and too fast. Her hole was far looser than he had expected, and Charles grunted as he slid in up to the hilt in one smooth thrust, bottoming out in her immediately. His balls thudded lightly against her as he froze in surprise, looking down at her apologetically, hoping he hadn't done anything to push too far, too fast.

To his shock, she looked up at the ceiling in boredom. Sighing, Violet looked up at him. "Charles, are you going to do anything? If you're going to prove that you're any good, you're going to have do more than just put a little bit inside me. I can barely feel that."

Saying that his heart sank further was an understatement. It was more like it fell through and hit the floor. He rocked back and forth, the walls of her pussy barely stroking his cock enough for him to keep his own erection, let alone push him over the edge. A pool of liquid inside which could only be Dranor's cum squished up around his cock every time he got deep enough, and though he hated the thought of feeling another male's cum inside of Violet, it added even more stimulation for him, and he moaned softly as it flowed around his cock with every thrust.

Her sighs of boredom were all the signs he needed that she wasn't getting much out of this, so he tried thrusting faster, harder, grinding against her crotch after some thrusts but mostly just trying to keep moving. Every now and again, he heard her grunt in return, but he couldn't tell if it was just her encouragement or if he'd managed to get some sort of sensitive spot. All he knew was that he couldn't stop moving in her, or there'd be no chance of getting her off.

Despite the stretched shape of her pussy, he still enjoyed slamming into her. It was better than his own hand, for one, and it didn't involve having his ass filled up with the dragon's massive cock. For a moment, he wondered if his own hole was getting stretched out like Violet's pussy, but he didn't let himself think about that, not daring to think about how he must look back there. He forced himself to focus on her pussy, forced himself to focus on anything that could be a sign of her pleasure.

However, as he kept pushing himself into her loose pussy, focusing on it only made his own pleasure rise faster, harder. Her loose pussy didn't squeeze him the way that it once did, but it was a whole new experience. It was...strange, but it was almost better. He panted and moaned, his balls thudding softly against her rump as he moved in and out, feeling her juices and Dranor's cum leaking down on his balls. They were warm, wet from the juices, and despite knowing that he was getting marked with the dragon's scent again, he didn't care. He just wanted more, more of this loose pussy feeling around his cock.

Squish, squelch, squish, squelch. The wet sounds of her slick pussy, his thrusting, and Dranor's cum inside filled his ears, making his cock twitch in need. His whole body felt tense with need, and he moaned non-stop as he slammed in and out of her. He barely needed to push to slide all the way in, she was open so wide, she was so slick. He felt like he was going to blow at any moment, not from the physical sensations he was getting, but from the sheer...he didn't know. He didn't want it to be the humiliation of it, but he could not remember being harder or more eager at any other point of his life, more desperate to cum at any time in memory.

Even as he pushed in as deep and hard as he could, Violet only sighed and shook her head. She didn't even bother looking at him, just looking past him at the ceiling as he thrust in and out of her wet hole. The look of boredom and impatience was clear on her face, as though she could not wait for the whole ordeal to be over. Charles felt some sadness from seeing her like that, but more than that, he felt...turned on. His whole body burned with his need, and he felt goosebumps breaking out under his fur, felt his balls tightening up, pulling up, his orgasm creeping up on him.

"Oh, good heavens, just finish already! I can barely feel you in there, you pin-prick!"

One thrust, and it was over. Charles shoved in just as she spoke, and something set him off. He froze as his eyes rolled up in the back of his head, spilling his load into her. His cock twitched and pulsed, so hard that he could feel it, and his balls unloaded what felt like everything that they had in them. He was sure that he was filling her up as much as his boss had over the last three hours. It was so intense that he couldn't move, only wait out his orgasm as he filled her with his seed for what felt like an eternity.

Another soft sigh broke him out of the lustful trance that the orgasm had brought on, and he looked down as Violet slowly pulled herself off of his cock. There was literally no friction as she pulled off, shaking her head. "Well, now we know, don't we?" she said softly.

"Know...know what?" Charles panted softly, still hardly believing the strength of that orgasm.

"That you're not good enough to please me anymore."

The announcement should have felt shattering, should have sunk his heart right through the floor and into the pavement down in the parking lot, but all Charles could feel was...was his afterglow. Intellectually he knew that he was going to be humiliated later, but all he felt right now was the pleasant afterglow of his pleasure. "But...but I filled you up," he said, halfheartedly. "You felt me, didn't you?"

"Barely, just barely, Charles," she said with a shake of her head. The vixen patted her spread pussy. "You were alright before, but I've gotten used to Master. He's just...so much bigger. He fills me up better. And he certainly has bigger loads than that little bit that you let out," she added as an afterthought.

"Heh, good to know how I match up." Charles whipped around at that voice, seeing the dragon in the door. Dranor was already pulling off his pants, exposing his hardening dick to the two of them. "Heh, not a bad show, Slave," he said, looking at Charles. "Pretty frantic, but I guess you had to be to feel anything in that pussy anymore, considering that pitiful cock of yours."

Charles blushed as Dranor walked into the room, shutting the door behind him before walking over to the suddenly grinning vixen. He patted her on the head as he pulled her to her feet, then reached down to her pussy. Blatantly sticking his finger inside, he wiggled it around. The little movements, rubbing against her insides, both made the vixen moan in a way that she only did for the dragon, and pulled some of the cum inside her pussy out of her, dribbling down to the office floor. He didn't know whether it was his cum or Dranor's, not from here, and not able to get a close look at it, but there was so much of it that it had to be a mix of both of them. Even Dranor couldn't have put that much inside of her in just the last three hours.

The dragon pointed down at the puddle of cum forming at the vixen's feet. "Get down there, slave," he said in his commanding tone, and Charles hurried over. He went to all fours without even being asked, and when the dragon smiled at him approvingly for it, he blushed. It hadn't been intentional, almost instinct. How did he do that without even thinking about it now?

Dranor snapped his fingers and Charles turned his attention back to the dragon rather than to his own thoughts. Once more the dragon pointed down at the puddle, and Charles looked down at it. It was a rather large puddle, though probably the only reason he thought that was because it was made entirely of cum rather than water or mud or something like that. It was about the size of his palm, he realized, and was quickly soaking into the carpet.

He'd looked at the puddle for no more than a second or two before a big black scaled foot stomped down into the goop. The toes wiggled in the puddle of cum, making it splash a bit before just spreading it along the toes, soaking the scales and getting them covered in the musky stuff. The fox stared as his boss ground his foot through the puddle of cum, lathering the bottom side of his foot with the stuff, the scales soon shiny with cum smeared over them.

It wasn't long before the entire foot was smeared with the stuff, and Dranor held it up in front of him. The toes curled then fanned out, and streams of cum connected the toes to one another. Beads of cum and sweat rolled down along the underside towards the heel, slowly dragging along the scales and leaving little lines in their passing.

Snickering, Dranor leaned on his desk as he pushed his foot closer to Charles's face. "I think you know what you have to do at this point," the dragon said with a smirk. He wiggled his toes again, the rapid movements actually managing to fan some of the scent towards the fox's nose at that close range.

The smell burned at his nostrils, and he groaned as his eyes closed partway. He kept them open partway, though, not wanting to be surprised by anything that the dragon threw at him. There had been a few times in the last three weeks when Dranor had punished him for keeping his eyes closed by giving him a rather nasty surprise, and the last thing that he wanted was to get one now. He'd had enough of them for the week, let alone for the day. With less hesitation than he would have once had, Charles reached out for the dragon's ankle, his hands shaking for a moment before he steadied them with some effort. Gently he took hold of the dragon's ankle, steadied the foot, and leaned in.

Almost immediately he noticed that the scales were letting off a stronger than usual musk of sweat. Realizing that it came from the work that the dragon had needed to do elsewhere in the building, it was all Charles could do to fight off a gag. That meant that the scales were going to be covered in sweat in addition to all the cum that he'd smeared on it. Well, Charles thought to himself, at least all of the tastes were going to be familiar, even if he didn't like them.

After taking a deep breath, he shoved himself against his boss's foot. Immediately his nose was assaulted with the strong smells coming off of it, the smell of cum only slightly stronger than the burning, salty smell of the sweat underneath it. His lips and his fur were soaked immediately by the drenching levels of each on the scales, and Charles groaned as he forced himself to stick out his tongue. He slid it along the underside, making him take a very long lick from the heel all the way to the toes, gathering as much of the goo on his tongue as he could possibly get before pulling it back in his mouth and swallowing hard. Even going as fast as he could, his mouth exploded with the raunchy flavor of sweat and man juices, slightly bitter, but salty and, in a way, almost creamy.

If he hadn't known what it was, it would almost be a good taste, but knowing what it was...

The most humiliating thing about having to do this was the erection throbbing against his belly. Despite the orgasm he'd enjoyed in his former girlfriend, he was already hard again, and just as hard as he had been while in her. His face burned with his blush, and he buried his face harder against the scaly foot, pulling it by the ankle tighter against his lips and his cheeks, both nuzzling and licking it, wiping it with his fur as well as licking the liquids off of it with his tongue. He knew that he would smell like dragon cum and sweat and foot for hours, but he wanted to finish this before -

"Oh, Charles." Violet. It had to be Violet now. He looked up past the dragon's toes at her, seeing her slowly jerking off the dragon's erection. "I told you that you enjoyed this more than you enjoyed me. I mean, look down at your crotch. I've never seen you that hard for me. Why do you keep trying to fight this?" She shook her head lightly, pausing only to bend down and lick around the dragon's cock head. "Mmm, he's so tasty, but you know that, don't you, Charles? I mean, you keep sucking his dick and getting him ready for me while I have to be out of the office. I bet you love that more than you ever loved sticking it in me." Despite the humiliating comments, Charles felt his cock twitch. "See? Even your dick agrees with me. Why don't you stop fighting it? Don't you remember what we talked about before he got back?"

Groaning, Charles lowered his head back to the scaly foot. He knew that he'd promised to just give in if he hadn't been able to please the vixen the way that she remembered, the way that he remembered pleasing her once, but it was so hard to give in like that.

He licked the foot again, gathering another mouthful of cum and sweat. Even though the thought of submitting to the dragon was sounding better and better, it just didn't...didn't feel quite right. There had to be a chance to get him and Violet out of this, back to the life that they once had. If he could just get her away from Dranor long enough for her hole to get back to normal, so he could show her that he was just fine if she wasn't stretched out the way that she was, maybe he could -

He almost lost his balance as Dranor suddenly pulled his foot back. He barely got it back before the dragon shoved his foot forward, several toes sliding into Charles's mouth before he could do anything about it. The foot slid back and forth, thrusting the toes into his mouth, in and out, almost at the same tempo that the dragon usually chose for face fucking. "Heh, you're a little slow tonight, slave," his boss said. Charles looked up from the foot to see that Dranor had pulled his desk over and was sitting on it. "Distracted?" Darnor asked as he lifted the vixen up by the waist, slowly pulling her up on top of him.

Charles blushed again, feeling his member throb once, twice as Violet moved up closer to the dragon, her hands eagerly going to the dragon's large cock and rubbing it against her pussy, smearing his pre against her spread nether lips. He grunted, "Nnn...nnnot dihtracted," around the toes before taking his eyes off of the horny pair and trying to focus on the foot in his mouth exclusively.

It wasn't easy. The two of them were quite loud, Violet moaning in eager pleasure while Dranor commanded her to do things that she was already doing. The sound of cock against pussy, of vixen moans and dragon grunts filled his ears, making it next to impossible to hear anything else. Were it not for the foot in his face and the toes rubbing against his tongue, he was damn sure that he'd smell the two of them, their juices and pheramones filling the air with their aroused musk. It was only a small mercy that he could only hear them playing with each other. Smelling it and seeing it would be next to torture, not because of just what they were doing - after all, he'd seen them doing it quite a few times already - but from how turned on he already was.

Yes, he was turned on, he couldn't deny it, as much as he wanted to. He didn't know if it was something wrong with him, or if Dranor had broken something in his head, or if he had finally learned something when he was having that 'fun' with Violet, but being held down here and left to do nothing but worship the dragon's foot while his ex-girlfriend and his boss fucked actually made him horny. Just knowing that they were doing what they were doing, hearing their moans and the wet sounds of thrusting, was enough to make him painfully aroused. If he saw them, smelled them, Charles was sure that he'd humiliate himself by cumming on the spot.

More than that, he didn't dare simply touch himself. Not only would that actually show how turned on he was, but it would be...well, it felt like it would be against what the dragon wanted him to do. He didn't know why, but there was something in his head that believed that he could only touch himself, stroke himself, if the dragon gave him permission. The fox didn't know where the thought came from, but it was there, and he couldn't get around it.

So all he could do was keep licking and sucking along the toes thrusting in and out of his mouth, pushing past his lips with enough force to be a little more than uncomfortable. The scales rubbed against his lips, not quite harshly, but close. Despite the discomfort, all he could do was remain there, and lash the toes with his tongue, licking up whatever cum and sweat still clung to them, and there was a lot of that. It coated not just his tongue but the roof of his mouth and his lips too, almost like a lotion being rubbed in by the toes.

It didn't take long before the regular foot thrusts started to lose their rhythm, and judging by the grunts coming from a little bit above his head, Charles could figure the reason for it. Still he didn't open his eyes, not wanting to tempt himself or risk humiliating himself even further. Clenching his eyes shut tightly, he kept his tongue moving at all times, swiping it side to side between the spasming toes as they were thrust into his mouth again, and again, and again. Even when they were clean, Dranor kept shoving them in, like he wanted to fuck Charles's face with the foot while he fucked the vixen on his lap.

And all Charles could do was take it, whimpering softly around the toes as his lips grew ever more raw as they were rubbed again and again by the scaly appendages thrust past them, his mouth filled with the weakening taste of cum and the still strong taste of sweat. The sheer level of musk in the room was overpowering, and he found himself trembling, not with fear, not with humiliation though that was there, but with need. Need to have..have something. His member bounced, twitched between his legs, begging for some sort of stimulation, but he couldn't grab it. Not without permission, and with the dragon so absorbed with his own fun, there was no way that he was going to get that permission.

Suddenly the foot thrusting in his mouth stopped, and was slowly pulled back. The blunt tips of the small claws on the toes dragged at his lips gently, just enough to make him wince after they'd been rubbed almost raw. He heard the foot land on the office floor again, and heard the wet, slurping sound that only came when the vixen pulled off of the dragon's cock. Figuring it was safe, Charles opened his eyes.

Dranor had taken the vixen off of his cock, alright, but she was posed with her legs slightly spread, bent over at the other side of the desk. Her pussy drooled with cum and her own wetness, begging for a cock, and Dranor certainly looked like he was hard enough to provide that cock. The dragon smirked at Charles as he stared, and gestured for the fox to follow him as he walked around behind the vixen. Charles did, never bothering to get to his feet, but remaining on all fours as he crawled along beside the dragon.

Soon they were both standing behind the vixen, and Dranor's hand was busy stroking himself. Pre dripped from his shaft to the floor below, adding to the pool of juices that leaked from the vixen. "Hehe, you know, I should thank you for giving me such a good lay as Violet here," the black dragon. He slapped the vixen's ass with his free hand, making her jump and then giggle. "She's such a slut for a big dick, not that you'd have ever known with that little thing of yours. Even before I stretched her out, I bet she never really moaned, never really leaked pussy juice like she is now."

Charles blushed, looking from the dragon's cock - which he had to admit looked more appealing than it should - to his ex. She was drooling pussy juice at this point, with little puddles of white in it that marked where some cum that had been in her had finally started leaking out past her wide open pussy. As before, it didn't quite gape, but it wasn't able to close either, allowing one an easy glance inside at just how open she was, how slick and wet and full she was of the dragon's juices.

"Tell me, Slave," Dranor continued, "did she ever look like this for you? Did she ever bend over and moan just in anticipation for your cock? Did she ever make a puddle on the floor from how horny she was, just begging for the pleasure that you could give her with only one thrust? Hmmm? Tell me, slave, did she ever do that for you?"

The fox looked down from her pussy, slowly shaking his head.

"What was that? Are you going to answer me? If she did, say it. If she didn't, you gotta say it out loud. I want to hear it."

Charles blushed worse, shaking his head again. "She...she never...." Oh his face felt like it was on fire, and his cock was twitching like crazy, pulsing like it was on the verge of cumming right then and there. "She never did...never got that aroused...for me..."

"I KNEW it!" Dranor laughed, shaking his head. He lifted the foot that Charles had been licking and shoved it against the fox's groin, the toes curled around the tip and the scaly, spit and sweat slicked underside grinding against his overly sensitive cock. Charles groaned as the dragon shoved his cock against his belly, rubbing his foot along it, grinding it against his fur. Pre leaked out, he couldn't stop it, as the dragon kept talking. "See what you are, slave? You're just a little, pathetic, pin-dick that's worthless other than the pleasure he can give others. Why did you bother fighting it this long? You never could satisfy your girl like I could.

"I swear, the only thing that's good for is comedy. I mean, did she even feel it all that much before I got to her? It doesn't sound like it; she never mentioned your cock while I've fucked her, never mentioned that you were memorable at all. Oh, wait, I think I know what happened. Were you her first?" Dranor asked, his face dominated by an evil smirk as his foot continued rubbing against Charles's cock, the fox moaning as his shaft was milked for more and more pre, his whole body trembling in need, only holding off his orgasm through sheer willpower. "Oh, you must have been. That's the only way that little thing could ever impress a girl, if she's had no experience with anything else. She sure left you behind after she got a taste of a real man like me, you know. Just the same as every other girl you ever find will do, when they find out just how much better a real cock will feel...leaving you only...men."

Something in Charles's head finally clicked. It...it seemed impossible, but everything that Dranor...that master...said made sense. It made...terrible...terrible sense, but it made sense.

Just as he tried to make sense of it, though, his orgasm exploded over him, driven by the humiliation and the sheer pleasure of the dragon's foot against his crotch. He threw his head back and moaned as loud as he could remember ever doing as his cock exploded, shooting little streams of cum all over the toes of the dragon. His hips bucked, shoving his cock between the toes a few times before the dragon pulled his foot away with a laugh.

Without the support of the dragon's foot, he fell forward, almost hitting his face against the office floor. He gasped and panted, shaking his head as his cock kept twitching for nearly a minute after his orgasm, his body flooded with sheer pleasure and excitement. He couldn't think, could barely even move, it was so good. Even when the twitching of his cock stopped, he barely dared move, his breath coming slowly and deeply.

"Look at me, slave."

Charles gradually, slowly lifted his head, not through hesitation, but through tiredness and sensitivity. His body burned in the afterglow of that orgasm, and everything just felt twice as sharp, twice as strong as it would feel otherwise. "Yes....yes, master?" he asked.

"Come to me." The dragon stood with his cock head against the vixen's pussy, pussy juice dripping over his shaft even as he leaked pre against her opening. Dranor's tail was raised, and his pucker flexed and twitched. "I want to feel your tongue on my ass while I have my fun with this little slut again. You can do that, can't you, you little pin-prick?" the dragon asked.

It didn't seem like too bad a proposal for the fox, though for some reason he remembered when he had thought it was a bad thing, a distasteful thing. It must have been a memory from when he thought that he was a real male, when he thought he had something to offer others besides pleasure, he thought to himself. It felt...good...to realize that there wasn't anything wrong with serving another male, another real male like that. He nodded his head slowly, feeling a small smile cross his face as he got closer to the dragon.

He waited until Master had slid his cock into the vixen's pussy, hearing the wet slurping sound that accompanied the thrust, before he leaned in and buried his muzzle between the dragon's ass cheeks. The scales were a little slick with sweat, but there was nothing to be worried about back there. The dragon kept himself quite clean, and due to the way that he was standing, there was no trouble getting his lips right to the twitching hole between them, the cheeks pulled a little apart due to the dragon standing with his legs spread.

At first, it was a little difficult to keep his lips planted on the right spot, considering that his master was thrusting back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of the vixen and each thrust bumping that little pink star against his lips and nose before pulling forward again, but he eventually got the hang of it. He smiled as he managed to catch the rhythm of his master, and followed him through the thrusts, keeping his lips glued to the dragon's ass.

When he got the rhythm down and he was sure that he could keep it up, he started sticking out his tongue and licking over the hole. It was a different texture to his tongue than the scales he'd experienced everywhere else. Unlike the smooth but still somewhat rough and unyielding texture the scales had, the dragon's hole actually gave, flexed, and was somehow more smooth than the rest of his body. It barely gave, but it still gave more than the scales did, flexing under his tongue. Just from the resistance he felt, he knew that it had never been penetrated by a cock, though he wondered if the dragon had other slaves that licked at his ass like this. It was something he might ask the master sometime, if he ever got up the courage to go with his curiosity.

Putting that out of his mind, he focused himself on his work again. His hands remained on the floor, so he was forced to bury his muzzle deep between the dragon's ass cheeks to keep his lips on the hole. It forced the manly musk of the dragon up his nose, but rather than being bothered by it, he kind of liked it. He sniffed at it as he licked, lapped at the hole, and grinned as he was rewarded with a few moans from the dragon, different in pitch and tone than the ones he made when he was slamming into the vixen's pussy. It was good to know that he was doing a pretty good job.

He shifted his head from side to side as he worshiped the dragon's hole, licking at the sensitive skin. He swiped his tongue from side to side over the sweaty flesh, then up and down. He pushed against it, going so far as to almost push his tongue inside of the dragon's ass before pulling it back, not wanting to overstep his bounds with the dragon. Every lick added to the near perpetual taste of sweat and cum in his mouth, slowly stirring in the taste of dragon ass to the mix. It wasn't bad, not filthy, not even smelly. Just...manly. He didn't know how else to describe it but manly. Manly in a way that he could only imagine being.

It wasn't long before he couldn't stop himself. He pulled his hands off of the floor and shifted to a kneeling position, his hands grabbing hold of the dragon's ass cheeks. Dranor started to look back, but before the dragon could protest, the fox started nuzzling against those scaly ass cheeks. Fingers gripped the cheeks and rubbed them gently, massaging the muscular cheeks as he spread them, let them collapsed together again, then spread them again, only to lap at the dragon's hole again with his tongue. It was a gamble, considering that the dragon hadn't given him the permission to work like this, but he thought the pleasure would be enough to keep the dragon happy.

And he was right, as the dragon moaned louder than ever and his hips sped up their bucking, enough to make Charles happy that he had his hands now. He rode out the dragon's frantic thrusting, licking over the clean skin between the cheeks, moaning as he pleasured the dragon, pleasured the hole between them.

His world shrunk until it involved only the dragon's scaly cheeks and that sensitive hole in between them. All of his attention, all of his mind, was focused on those things over everything else in the world. He didn't know how long he stared at them, how long he rubbed and licked them, or how long it took for the dragon to go over the edge, but when he did, it was explosive.

The dragon started trembling before throwing his head back in a roar. His hole twitched and then clenched, his ass cheeks pushing together in a spasm that held Charles's head in place. Just barely the fox heard the dragon's roar as he came back to the world, and heard the dragon's orgasm inside of the vixen, yet another massive load filling her up. Despite being trapped against Dranor's ass, he grinned, glad that he had helped his master reach an orgasm of such power and pleasure.

A minute or two later, the dragon relaxed, and Charles was able to pull back. He slumped back onto his back, panting softly in pleasure as he looked up at his master and his ex-girlfriend. The two of them looked quite happy, the dragon's cock slowly going down to a limp state, and the vixen sitting down on the desk with cum draining out of her pussy onto the wood. She looked about as blissful as he'd ever seen her, and though he wished that he had been the one to make her feel that way, he didn't mind that Dranor had been the one to do it. So long as she was happy, he was happy, he thought.

Dranor looked at him with a smirk. "Heh, I knew that you'd be a good one to break. Little dicks like you are always easy to break." He snapped his fingers, gesturing at the vixen and then at Charles. "Hey, honeyslut, why don't you let him clean you out? I don't want any of that mess on my desk if I can help it," he said. She grinned and leaped off of his desk, and before Charles knew it, his face was buried in the cummy, messy pussy of the vixen.

He looked up at her, and she looked back at him. It wasn't a cruel look, in fact it was affectionate, but it was a friend's affection, combined with a look that he didn't quite recognize. It took him a moment to think of what it reminded him of. Then he realized. She looked like the dragon, the first time that he had sucked Dranor's dick. It was that same look of pleasure through domination.

Well...if she wanted to dominate him...he was fine with that, he thought as he started cleaning her out, smiling to himself.