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There was an unmistakable sound of a door opening, a pause, followed by the confident patter of furry feet. Lavius, his respite disturbed, could feel another body sliding in beside him. The large hot bath could probably seat 8 easily, but to him another body was one to many.

The rabbit opened his eyes groggily, "go away." He muttered to the silhouette. "I am in too much pain."

"I haven't started yet," said the other in mock indignation. Lavius's vision slowly focused; the doctor could see the silhouette was unmistakably a hare or a rabbit like him; the figure was now clearly wading to the side of the pool and uncorking some wine. 'Ye gods.' Lavius realized, 'he's even brought glasses.'

As the good doctor's eyes finally grew accustomed to the wispy steam of the sauna and the low lights from the chandelier - he spied the lithe form of the other rabbit in all his naked glory. This particular whore was coloured the same as pure, fallen snow, the clean uniform tone broken into patches by green tribal markings patterning the fur. This style was very much in vogue at the moment, giving hint to a personage belonging to distant barbarian lands. It did not matter too much whether the whore you were fucking was actually the kid who spent their entire life living down the street from the butcher's; it was the look of the thing. And from the sounds of the white rabbit's accent, he probably never even left the city.

The white and green male was effeminate, toned, and handsome, with a youthful disposition. He poured the wine carefree and with handsome proportions given to the amount he poured and the body in which he possessed. Lavius inwardly groaned, the Viscount, his lord and master, had picked down to the most minute detail the doctor's favorite type of fuck. This was not a good sign. How much did the Viscount search and pay to find this one particular vanity -- just so that he could mock the doctor with it?

"Go," groaned Lavius, "take your bloody wine and leave me alone." The doctor tried to sink further into the bath. "Keep your mind distracted on other things," he thought, "Grandma, cars...grandma in a car..."

"I'm used to being hired as a joke surprise by some friends," said the white rabbit in a matter-of-fact tone. Within the hand of the stranger held what a medical professional might call a medicinal volume of vineyard's finest. In two swift gulps the wine was gone. "You can tell me if they did. I don't mind."

There was no reply from the submerged doctor.

The taunt lean whore sided in closer to Lavius. His free hand was now resting tentatively upon the doctor's half-hard penis. "I promise there's nothing to be scared of," said the white rabbit in soothing tones, "my name's Nonus. If you're a virgin I can -"

Nonus's soothing sales pitch was sold short, as his free hand massaging the doctor's semi-hard penis had an explosive effect.

Unfortunately for Nonus and his experiences thus far, the normal explosive effect his touch caused usually resulted in something all-together different. The submerged and grouchy doctor flew into a violent rage, screaming profanities as he did so, before quickly submerging himself completely underwater. Above the surface, Nonus could hear him still screaming cusses. Then in a burst of arms and energy to match the kraken of the deep, the doctor breached for air, before throwing himself back under the water to resume.

Nonus stumbled over his wine glass, now rolling about bottom of the pool, scrambled onto the surface once again, cursing loudly. "Bloody lunatic," Nonus proclaimed, "I knew there was a bleeding catch."

However, the young white rabbit's pilgrimage to the front door was cut short abruptly by the form which stood before.

"Ah, slut." The monster boomed, "l see you have met my good friend. The very sane, and not a lunatic, doctor."

The form blocking the archway was unmistakably a dragon. Smooth shiny scales, wings, and a powerful body reaching almost nine feet in height. Steam perpetrated from the flexing taunt muscles. 'A real dragon,' _Nonus thought. Nonus had never been anywhere near a real one -- dragons were too important and too _powerful for mere lads who grew on Church Street near the butcher to ever dream of being this close. Worse, him, a slave, to be within the room, no, the same building was a scandal even by his limited social knowledge.

Nonus's brain melting in his delicate head, staring agape at the perfect specimen of personhood before him. Realizing his rudeness, he quickly prostrated himself before the black beast.

The dragon strode past, ignoring both the rabbit and his surroundings. "What do you think of this place, slut?"

"It is beautiful, oh wise one," Nonus murmured without looking up. This was certainly true, a room with a hot tub is grand by design, yet his place went the extra mile. All was made of a mixture of pink and white marble, with black onyx inlays. The room hosted several levels of jutting gecko-roman pillars paying salute to the vaulted painted ceiling.

The whore house, or as Nonus's owner called it, The Home of Negotiable Affections, was upmarket; but nowhere near the scale and grandeur of wealth this place afforded. And if the owner was a dragon -- well, that only made sense.

"You are very beautiful yourself, slut" the dragon commended, now looming back to regard the rabbit. It felt very much as if he was inspecting Nonus's body like a slab of meat -- which the monster might have been -- Nonus had heard dragons were on another plane of existence. Nonus made intense scrutiny of those immaculate foot talons now directly beneath his face, wishing to be anywhere but here.

"Rise, slut." The dragon commanded, "I wish to look upon you properly." The dragon laughed as the rabbit did so, revealing his timid and nervous form. "Very good! You are exactly his type. You will do fine."

Nonus, who could not read or write affording to a lack of academic applications (his tutors instead prescribed a hands-on approach involving male anatomy) was at least granted the good sense to not ask his betters stupid bloody questions such as "who are you talking about, oh venerated master?" Or "Bugger, the sacrifice has escaped, what do we use now?" Instead, at times such as these, it was best to stay silent.

The dragon now ambled his way between the pillars, his claws tapping out a discordant beat across the chamber as he approached the bubbling pool the now meek Lavius was languishing within. Lavius did not look up to acknowledge the dragon, his stare was fixed firmly ahead.

"This is my, good friend and employee, Doctor Lavius," the dragon cooed, putting the same emphasis on 'friend' as might one put on 'lunch.' "This, is one of the greatest minds out there, but you are wrong in that he is a violent character. I have not know him to raise his fists to anyone...while other means of infliction were available."

Nonus, unsure whether to resume grovelling or whether it was impolite to look at or not look at the dragon -- ended up in a hunched mid-crouch, his eyes drifting between the dragon's sheath and the spot several meters above the dragon's head. His gaze finally rested upon the spot above the dragon; it seemed safest.

"Stand Lavius," the dragon commanded, "our guest here must be very confused at your sudden impolite outburst."

The doctor sat there, still staring ahead. Nonus though that perhaps the other rabbit was going to defy the dragon, but after an uncomfortable and intense few seconds the doctor rose.

"Lavius here has been caught fucking sluts like you," the dragon mused, "my sluts. Other's sluts. What this man would do to some of them, from what I have been told. Tut-tut." The dragon began to draw himself up behind Lavius, a firm large hand now resting upon the rabbit's shoulder. Lavius seemed to be quivering uncontrollably. "Goodness knows how long it was going on for," the dragon said," our naughty doctor was not very careful...

"Come forward, slut. How does he look?"

Nonus slowly approached the dragon and the miserable rabbit. The doctor was hunched, and constantly shivering, he semi-erection slowly growing towards the sky, pulsating wildly. His penis was the most mobile part of his body, swinging back and forth like a mad pendulum made by a drunk clock-maker.

"In pain," Nonus said meekly, "oh venerated one."

"Oh not quite," the dragon laughed again. It was a cruel booming laugh that would catch the ears of everyone at the metaphorical party, "but he soon will be."

The scaled and powerful beast withdrew himself. He sauntered across the room to where a glorious throne built into the wall resided in marble spender. The dragon lowered himself upon the dais, overlooking the large bath directly, "Doctor Lavius has succumbed to his own genius. You, slut, are here as the catalyst."

---

Barely a day in the past from this very encounter, our fully clothed and quite dry Lavius was doing necessary paperwork in the comforts of his own office.

Before him a black hare- lithe, cute, with large amber eyes - was making the most ungainly and vulgar motions with his angelic face worshiping the doctor's aching cock. An observer from the sidelines might note the hungry and intense way the young black pup eagerly took the doctor's dick to the very base -- or the sloppy tongue movements, roughly scouring the head, making several rings around the sensitive flare of the doctor's glans.

Such an observer may pick up some more unusual pieces from this scene as it continued. For example, the leather straps about the wrists of the black hare which kept him firmly affixed to the arms of the doctor's chair. The hapless prisoner was forced into a kneeling position that fully demonstrated that they were there to serve but one function, which would be cock.

If yet more time was taken to look by our voyeuristic observer, one could see that while one of Lavius's hands softly stroked the hair and ears of the hare, the other was firmly concentrated on the notes the doctor was currently making. One could be forgiven for thinking the doctor was barely registering the hare doting upon the rabbit's manhood.

But then - the doctor's writing hand would sometimes drift to that strange black dial on his desk, tuning it with the careful intimacy of a lover. With every change of the knob the black hare shuddered violently, renewing with vigor his noisy and unashamed blowjob. It would take little stretch of the imagination to assume that this dial was somehow connected to those trailing wires creeping like vines across and under the doctor's desk, ending in two thin metal plates attached to the hare's dangling balls.

"You're very committed, pet" the rabbit cooed, "we've really trained that lazy streak out of you. I may even put the intensity down a couple of notches for being such a good pet. What do you say?"

The shuddering hare stopped sucking for a moment, gasing for air, looking adoringly at the doctor with his tear-filled eyes, "thank you master," he recited, "for frying this useless slave's useless balls."

"Good boy," the doctor cooed, resuming his notes. The hare, now racked with exhaustion continued his enthusiastic mode of worship. It was a particularly cruel punishment considering hares are not known for their endurance. And though never officially examined, their ability to have their testes continually zapped by a vindictive sadist was probably not within their natural talents, either.

"You've only bloody well did it this time, Laz," came a piercing shrill voice, disturbing the doctor's tranquil place. The smell of spit and sex, and the sounds of moist gagging, were rudely desanctified by the combination of angered shouting and the smell of sharp lavender.

"Sister, good sister, please come in," the doctor mocked in dulcet tones, looking up, "I see the operation to remove your indoor voice has gone well."

The well dressed visitor, her face locked in rictus, placed both her hands on her brother's desk, looking him directly in the eye, "I see the operation to remove your sense of being not a twit hasn't happened yet. Do you even know why I'm bloody-well here? What you've done?"

"The weekly reports, a conference paper-"

She visibly growled, "how about fucking the virgin slave the Order of Reptiles was going to present to a canine merchant?"

The doctor reclined further back in his chair. Upon the dial he incremented the electric output several notches to alienate his displeasure at having to deal with his sibling. A muffled squeak came from the hare, who started bobbing even more violently upon the rabbit's dick. His sister took no notice of the slave.

"I have fucked many virgins," the doctor answered testily, "none however, were to be presented by any order to a dog or not. If you stopped believing every little thing you hear -"

"Then I'd be dead and you'd be out of a job," she finished, "not every rumor is made up to harm me, or oust you out of your stupid little research job. You're not even that important! Which makes the amount of trouble you are now currently in all the more astounding.

"There's this virgin slave that has come forward to say that you have already mated it. To boot, it claims you have done some rather strange things in the course of doing so. The Order of Reptiles claim the cruel and unusual acts inflicted have troubled their slave's psyche to the point where you are directly responsible for the diminished retail value.There are talks of willfully damaging property; Damnum Injuria Datum."

"I work directly for the viscount!" The doctor raised his voice in protest, incrementing the dial up a few more notches. The hare began to visibly struggle at his restraints, pulling and tugging, but never let up once from his intense deepthroating. "And I am currently working on a new device that will make me untouchable to whatever stupid political games you and your ilk are playing at."

"Dear gods, Laz, you are not some bloody untouchable bureaucrat. You are a researcher, and my liability of a brother. Anything you do is going to be used against us both, and the Viscount you are so bloody fond of," his sister argued.

"What would mother say about you barging in here, heeding false rumors? What would she say about you associating with unmarried men in the dead of night, in the name of reconnaissance?" the doctor tutted mockingly. "Yes, I know all about that. You're not exactly too sharp for someone who likes to play at court intrigue." Opening his hands out in the universal sign of apathy, he continued "quite frankly if you believe it's important, then it probably isn't. Do your job and bribe someone until it goes away."

She barked, "It's name was Darius. Rabbit. Short, blonde. Strikingly androgynous?"

The doctor furrowed his brow, casting the net of his mind far and wide.

"Bloody hell, Laz." She said in disgust.

"No, I do remember!" He said defensively, "But that one was definitely not a bloody virgin, Auroa."

Lavius knocked down the dial's output several notches in a fit of triumph. The hare stopped sucking, now just visibly shaking in relief -- his lips still wrapped about the base of the doctor's erect cock.

"It bloody well was," his sister intoned. "trained very well, but you were the one to 'pop its cherry' as it was so uncouthly described to me." She slammed her fist on the desk now, "and that's not all! After it bloody-well told tales of unspeakable debauchery, there's been talk of a bunch of other slaves coming forward with other stories of 'cruel and unusual' punishments inflicted by you."

"Slaves lie all the time. It is in their nature," the doctor relied smoothly. "They make me out to be the reason they are shit in the sack. So what? I have a reputation."

"You're flagrant debauchery," she replied, "has now given our political enemies, the viscount's enemies pretty damning evidence that the Viscount can't even keep the dick of a stupid subordinate like you in check_. Culpa Lata_. Worse, they're now saying he has been obfuscating the evidence involving the worst and most depraved of your deeds. There's talk of a formal court of peers -- which in this case, would be a court filled with nothing but the prince-electors of the state! You bloody twit!" Aurora had worked herself into a most unladylike redness of the face.

Lavius could feel himself slowly going limp in the hare's mouth. "But surely, I mean, these were all the viscount's slaves...weren't they? I...that is to say..."

"This is a real good bloody sign, by the way," she interrupted, now finally acknowledging the visibly shaking hare attached to the rabbit's dick. "Gods help me, you do realize that slaves do have some rights, right? You can't just...whatever the hell it is your doing to it at the moment," she finished lamely, looking at the trailing wires in confusion.

"No but, I've never actually done any lasting damage though," Lavius began, "I mean they're still perfectly healthy specimens..."

"Doesn't matter!" She cried, "A court of law can be sympathetic to the concept that these slaves' worth is diminished due to lasting psychological damage, inflicted by you. You're going to find this whole thing is going to blow up, Laz. There's probably going to be slave owners coming forward with slaves you've never even seen before. You've provided a huge damning opportunity for some to level old grudges."

There was stunned silence.

"I'm buggered," the doctor whispered, staring a thousand yards into space, "ye gods if they actually...if they actually manage to bring legal action against the Viscount because of me-"

"Then," his sister finished, "whatever you do to slaves is going to pale in comparison to what the viscount is going to do to you." She turned back towards the door, "I'm going to do some damage control, Alea Jacta Est. You best hope that this amazing device you're working on really does save you from my so-called ilk."

The room was silent save for the soft sound of the hare doing his best to alleviate his master's stress. Lavius stroked the slaves soft ears absentmindedly, now staring directly out the window. For some moments, he contemplated turning the dial all the way up to eleven.

---

"The good doctor's predicament is a device of his own making, slut." The viscount intoned from his dais, "it's a small implant in the balls -- about the size of the eye of a needle. It continually zaps his balls softly. Bringing him great pleasure. But when it sense an erection or arousal is imminent, the shocks get much worse and much more painful to keep the man in check. I've been told that the merest sexual touch could be excruciating."

Nonus looked upon the miserable rabbit, known as Doctor Lavius, whose thighs were half submerged in the water, now with an erection pointing directly skyward -- which bobbed and shifted from the unseen simulation inflicted upon it.

"Please, venerated viscount," muttered the doctor, "let me sit down. It's getting unbearable..."

"How many of your own victims pleaded and begged at their own limit, I wonder?" The dragon rumbled, "That tub is a crutch so you can't feel the full force cooking your nuts. No more submersion."

Lavius did not answer, only staring directly down at his feet. His balls were unbearable. The water helped dissipate the current, but out in the open he could feel those cruel shocks traveling up and through his vas deferen, up to his urethra, and down his inner thigh. It was a cruel and unstopping force that massaged and stroked his balls into a frenzy -- and then as his erection grew the force began to crush his poor testes until his cock once again submitted! Oh the cruelty of his own genius! Had it only been a day? He felt as if it had been much longer. It was truly driving him mad.

"Go to him," the dragon instructed the Nonus, "pleasure him. Mate with him. Let us see the results of your fornication, slut," said the dragon.

"Lord, please," wailed the doctor.

"On your hands and knees, Lavius," the dragon commanded. The doctor did so without question on the warm marble. The dragon continued "you have caused me much issue with your ways. Your transgressions can not go unpunished."

Nonus, who's day had been rather good so far (it was a rather pleasant breakfast) now found himself falling down a great deep black hole in his mind. This was too much too soon. He'd much rather be anywhere but here. In his mind, cog wheels were slowly decelerating and coming to a stand still as he began to come to terms of the emotional stress of the situation. His mind, wildly looking for displacement activities, settled on one particulate yet familiar feature: the wildly bobbing cock between the doctor's legs. They were rather shapely legs; and a piece of art is only as good as the frame it is placed, and those legs framed that fine specimen rather splendidly.

What fascinated Nonus most of all was not the concept of Lavius's aching ballsack, but his sensitive exposed cock-head. As a slave, even a sexual slave, being the fucker _as opposed to a _fuckee was downright prohibited; it was the luxury of free men. To this end, Nonus -- like all slaves --had his foreskins infibulated artificially to enforce an extreme form of phimosis. Unable to pull back the foreskin to expose his sensitive head, sexual intercourse was near impossible -- but masturbating itself could be easily achieved. The whore ironically had never seen his own cock head, nor before serviced another rabbit. As such, he found himself wondering if that purple flared organ was what his own might look like.

Nonus was now on his hands and knees as well; which was surprising considering he never remembered actually moving. His face was now inches from the other's dick that had his fascination. It looked so sensitive, and exposed. He had heard of troublesome slaves being circumcised as punishment after a lifetime of entrapment. It was said that the sensitivity of touching clothes, water, and fluctuations in temperature was borderline unbearable afterwords. It was a constant and painful reminder of who really owned your penis it was said, and curbed the unruly habits of unmanageable slaves. The whore could only wonder if a loose foreskin afforded the same extreme sensations.

"Slut, how long do you plan on studying his genitals." Came the low booming voice of the dragon. "Place the doctor's balls in your mouth and get to work."

Nonus was broken from his spell, reluctantly shifting his attention away from the doctor's penis. He focused now on the rabbit's electrically enhanced low hangers, which swayed gently between those fine legs. 'To think.' Nonus thought, _'that such mere objects have caused this doctor so much trouble.' _Very slowly and tentatively the white rabbit brought out his tongue, and began to slowly lick the doctor's aching ornaments.

Lavius tensed up, feeling the warm raspy tongue wash his sensitive balls in saliva. He gave out a small mewl in pleasure. His balls were vibrating like crazy. It was like the ethereal hand of a masseuse held his testes firmly, rubbing and caressing his plump swollen balls from the inside, and never ceasing. But worse was the intermittent shocks that caused the doctor's anus to clench, and his dick to jump wildly, as if someone was deliberately tapping his balls quite hard with the end of a pencil.

"Mmh, please, Viscount." The doctor pleaded, "I will forever be your loyal servant. Please do not do this."

"Ah, Lavius," the dragon rumbled, stroking his sheath slowly as he watched the act from the dais, "I know you shall. I know you shall. But the trouble you have caused me can not go unpunished. Let us see if we can teach you to associate pain, not just pleasure, from these beautiful boys you have found yourself unable to stop yourself from torturing."

"Viscount, I - I-" Lavius broke off into a hoarse but muffled scream. Leaning further into his forearms, unable to support himself with his hands any longer. His ass was now pointing firmly up in the air as Nonus engulfed the entire sack in his mouth, suckling nosily on the doctor's nuts.

Lavius mind was shooting fireworks. His trembling cool balls felt fantastic in the warm, moist mouth of the white rabbit. But now, the vibrations in his balls were getting heavier and more direct, and as the warm tongue explored and penetrated every crevice of his scrotum, it felt as if something had taken hold of his testicles and began to squeeze them. Regular deep shocks ran up from his balls all the way to his exposed tip. His dick flexed and shook wildly as he made a low, groaning sound.

Nonus could swear he could feel the warm, salty, testes vibrate in his mouth and he suckled upon them. Each one he caressed like a baby egg, savoring the feel of one, then the other, as he rolled them about his tongue.

"Ye Gods help me," the doctor cried in painful ragged breaths, smashing his fist into the sold floor. Alarmed, Nonus removed the testes from his mouth, sitting up in alarm.

"Do not stop," the dragon rumbled, stroking his impressive length slowly, masturbating to the sight of the two rabbits. "He is not in any risk of harm. Continue or I will punish you too, slut."

Nonus nodded, and began to slowly swallow Lavius's dick from behind. The doctor mewled once again, pleading silently to his master with his expressive eyes. Only silence and lust was returned in the steely gaze of the Viscount.

Poor Lavius, even though there was a cruel and ethereal force punishing his balls constantly for his audacity at being aroused -- he could not stop. The lithe young rabbit was good. Very good. The young whore had a particular skill with his tongue, running it all about the head, and deliberately probing deep within the foreskin, licking all the sensitive spots as if discovering cock for the first time. It was the most intense tongue-job that the doctor had ever experienced.

Nonus wanted to savoir and understand the cock head of his mate all the more, paying careful attention to all the areas he had learned brought many men to crescendo, a pleasure he himself was never allowed to experience. His tongue flicked lightly under the rim and teased the frenlum. The dick was jumping wildly in his hungry mouth -- as if trying to break free and mercilessly fuck whatever it could.

Slowly Nonus swallowed the entire length of the rabbit, his nose now nestled between the doctor's vibrating nuts. As he did this the doctor gave out a sharp, shocked, gasp. The whore could sense Lavius's legs giving way and brought up his own arms to hold the doctor's legs in place; he was gifting his throat as a fucktoy to the doctor's impatient manhood.

Lavius's thrashing and wailing was insurmountable. The welcoming warm mouth felt amazing, yet the better it felt the more the thumbscrew upon his balls was being tightened -- now like being kicked repeatedly in the nuts. The force could be felt all the way up to his belly -- yet it never stilled his sexual appetite. Despite all of this his senses were only heightened. His balls punished him for his wickedness yet the more the punishment came the more he was aware of how good it felt to have his dick worshiped from behind.

A horse laughter filled the room, "very good, slut. You have a knack for making the good doctor sing the most beautiful melodies."

"Ven-count..." was all the doctor could muster. His entire body vibrated wildly, his tongue hanging out in a lurid display as he panted heavily. The smell of sweat and warm damp filled the room.

The dragon laughed some more at this display. "Slut! Stop what you are doing, come forward. I have a very special gift for you."

Nonus, slightly gagging as he released Lavius, stood without saying anything, head bowed, approaching the dragon meekly.

"Take this ointment," the dragon commanded, "and rub it upon your genitals."

In his hand the Viscount presented a small clay bottle. It looked entirely without makers mark or a hint as to the contents inside. Nonus could tell nothing of its purpose or what it would do to him. Internally, he feared that the punishment that had befallen the other rabbit would now befall him.

Nonus looked directly at the strong and powerful arms presenting the tiny urn. He dared not refuse. He took the bottle, slowly working the maroon substance within into his skin, praying he and the doctor would not somehow share the same fate at the hands of this vindictive dragon.

The effect, for what it was, was surprisingly instantaneous. Nonus could feel a strange tingling in the tip of his foreskin -- and marveled at the strange sensation as that tight, straining tapered end of his manhood suddenly relaxed, and - of its own accord - slid back to reveal the slimy pink head he had never once seen before.

It was a strange and emotional moment for Nonus. He could feel the tears welling up behind his eyes as he saw his own manhood in all its proper glory for the first time. It no longer looked like the penis of a child, but the penis of a virile adult man. Instead of inflicting cruel pain the substance had released his penis from its infibulation!

"Take this gift," the dragon commanded, "and mate the good doctor until he spills his seed. Then the doctor's ordeal will be over. You are helping cleanse the soul of a wicked man, slut. You should feel honored."

The white rabbit was reeling. The cool air on his dick head was painfully strong. To think that air could feel so different! There was so much he had to learn! He approached the doctor, his hands shaking. This was it, this was finally it, his penis was free of its protective prison he could actually mount another person.

He knelt down behind the prostrated Lavius. The doctor's ass was still in the air, his head touching the floor staring vacantly into space. That rude dick still shaking wildly from side to side, signalling the wicked shocks within were still at work.

The whore began to cast his mind back to what clients did to him when preparing for entry. Nonus grabbed a hold of the doctor's manhood, and began to softly stroke it, while beginning to rim the rabbit's asshole. His own dick felt so very odd now exposed to the bathhouse air for the first time in its life. He began to stroke it slowly, marveling at the feeling of his foreskin pushing back and forward across his sensitive bare head. The feeling was so extreme he could have came there and then.

Wild grunting from Lavius brought Nonus back to to his senses -- the doctor's dick was going mad, and Nonus could almost swear he could hear his balls fizzing. He stopped his actions mid-stroke -- as the doctor in a hungry state of nirvana still thrusted into the whore's precum covered hand.

Nonus looked up at the dragon for guidance, but the dragon only watched on -- slowly stroking his impressive member -- waiting for Nonus's next move.

The whore resolved himself, and stood up on his haunches. With a little fumbling he managed to line up his sensitive cock to the inviting tight hole. He braced himself for the feeling that he had craved all his pubescent life. Slowly, he desecrated the doctor's hole with his ointment-lubricated dick.

The doctor gave out a sound half between a mewl and a whine. His dick's movements were so violent it was slapping up against his belly button. Nonus began to breathe heavily, and slowly plunged his dick in further up until the hilt. The feeling was indescribable -- the warm flesh clutching and suckling at his member. The feeling was truly exhilarating. Finally, he understood the obsession, all those years of men using his hole and he understood why: the indescribable ecstasy of having your manhood burred in another.

Nonus began to slowly thrust back and forth, plunging his dick in and out. But found it difficult to control himself. His dick was too sensitive, the head felt like it was being scraped mercilessly with every thrust. He could feel that deep need or orgasm welling up inside himself. He couldn't slow down, he didn't want to slow down. This warm moist hole embracing his dick was too fantastic--and before he realized it he was shooting his load in only three short strokes.

The whore groaned in pleasure, violently shivering as he clung to the back of his mount, continually pumping his life-giving seed into Lavius's hungry anus.

The Viscount, paused, grimacing as he realized what had transpired, "You useless quick shooting slut," he rumbled. "Is that really the best you could do with that useless dick?

The viscount stood up in one swift movement, striding by the marble pillars, before grabbing the ears of Nonus roughly and twisting his head back, forcing the whore to stare the Viscount directly in the face.

"Do you think that performance would please anyone?" The dragon roared, "do you think as a stud that was in any way acceptable?"

Nonus was in a state of shock, terrified by the powerful brute reigning cold fury down upon him. Tears were already streaming down his face as his chest tightened, "please, venerated one," he wailed, "I have never mounted anything before. I- I - I- I-"

"I will show you how it is done!" The dragon spat.

The whore found his ears momentarily released, but not before the hot, muscular body of the dragon pressed down upon him.

"You will fuck the doctor until I say he is well fucked," the dragon rumbled, "even if I have to fuck you to do so."

Warm ooze began to travel down the white rabbit's pert crack, now roughly rubbed in and around his sensitive pucker. He could feel the unmistakeable feeling of a huge phallus pressed close against his rectum. The heat coming off of it was astounding.

Somewhere in Lavius's addled mind, he began to slowly understand what was going on. 'I'm being fucked,' _he realized, _'I'm being fucked by a whore being fucked by the Viscount.'

The doctor's balls swung back and forth with every deep thrust. Almost far away, he could hear the white rabbit's anus being pounded mercilessly, and the white rabbit's sweet voice crying out. With ever deep thrust the dragon inflicted upon the small whore's hole, the sheer force traveled into the dick rammed into his own.

"I'm going to come, venerated one!" Squealed the whore.

"Do so," grumbled the dragon, "it makes no difference."

Lavius could feel the cock in him stiffen, rubbing against his aching prostate. Then the second splash of warm, sticky seed within him. His dick jumped and slapped against his taunt belly.

Nonus cried out in shock, but couldn't stop the deep assault the superheated cock dominating the rabbit's small anus. With every thrust his own hips being forced to move in time with the dragon. To the whore it was an assault from in front as well as behind. "I'm going to come again!" He cried again, "please I can't take it, venerated one!"

The doctor had hit a new plane of existence. His balls no longer felt like part of his body, but instead faraway orbs of destruction. He was aware, somewhere, that they were still part of his body, but there was a transcendent plane where they were not part of him, they were concepts that cruelly turned his dick into a lightning rod, and forced the tensing of his anus at an arrhythmic rate. He couldn't move, he could only take the assault wrought on by his own body's betrayal of its lust. This was no longer pain or pleasure, it was something else entirely.

Again, the doctor tensed his anus, squeezing out another load from the premature rabbit on top of him, he could hear dimly "I'm getting too sensitive! Please venerated one, it's too much!"

The prostate of the doctor was on fire, vibrating too with the rest of his nether regions. With every thrust, it was being assaulted by the tip of that sensitive whore dick, rubbing against all his internal secret places. His body was now completely on fire.

"...!" The doctor silently screamed. Wave after wave of orgasm wracked him from the tip of his toes to top of his head. With every spurt of his seed his body convulsed wildly. He felt with every orgasm he was being struck by lightning, and it would not let up. His dick was now the only part of his body, the rest was just a vehicle to carry it. He felt like his penis was so large it was about to burst, and still he kept cumming.

Very quickly, as the last of the empty pathetic drops pooled on the marble surface, the doctor began to lose consciousness.

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"You are very lucky, Laz," the lavender soaked Aurora announced haughtily, "that the Viscount is such a smoother operator."

"You worry too much sister," Laz muttered, not looking up from his notes, "he had that court wrapped around his little finger the entire time. You do not become a viscount by chance."

His sister sniffed, "well that may be so, but you're lucky that he didn't just throw you to the wolves, this time."

"I'm a valuable asset, he wouldn't get rid of me." The doctor replied simply.

"Well we'll see about that. Caveat. You sho-" She began.

"Please, Aurora," the doctor replied, "this entire court business has made me lose a lot of time I didn't have to begin with. May we find another time for you to berate me?"

"Fine, Laz," she gave up, "Just be careful." She paused, " I am planning to throw a small get-together soon. You're coming to at least prove to the city's nobles that you're not some strange slave-obsessed pervert. So don't do anything you'd normally do."

"Yes, Auroa."

He could hear her footsteps getting fainter, and the sound of a door firmly shutting. Down bellow his desk, he softly stroked the head of the white-and-green rabbit sucking at his dick with gusto. "She needs to get that stick out of her ass, maybe a good hard fucking. What do you think?"

"I could do that," Nonus replied, looking up with a smile on his face.

"Good, good," Lavius muttered, leaning back in his chair, "you'll be coming to the party then, I think."

Deftly the doctor reached over to the dial, and increased the level several notches. "Fuck me that's good," he whispered, feeling the current inflict itself upon his own testes.