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The Villain's Minion For Guderian By Draconicon

In a city populated by superheroes and supervillains, it became a matter of taking your life into your hands just heading down to the cornerstore. It only took one bit of bad luck to turn your day from normal to utter crap, and Jason found that bit of bad luck on his way back from getting some milk.

He'd just turned the corner a block away from his apartment, only to find himself face to chest with one of the villains of the city. The human groaned as he rubbed his nose, a little sore from the impact, and slowly looked upwards. When he saw a latex-covered dragon looking down at him, wearing the Delta symbol on his chest - a sign of villainy, used by one of the Villain Clubs of the city - Jason backed away as fast as he could.

"I don't have anything. Just a credit card, but -"

"Relax. This isn't a robbery."

"...What?"

"Yeah, it's more of a kidnapping, really."

And that's supposed to be better? Jason kept backing away from the bigger dragon, but the villain kept advancing on him.

"I don't recommend running, human. I'm offering you a deal."

"I don't think I'm going to like this."

"Hey, you never know. You might like being a minion for a guy like me. Getting a good paycheck, doing what you're told by a smarter, stronger guy. I bet it'd be better than whatever you're doing right now."

"Uh...yeah, thanks, I'll pass."

Jason was still looking for a way out as the villain sighed. There was a mutter he ignored, looking for an opening, and then the dragon charged. The human had no chance to get away from the faster superpowered being, and soon his head was pinned in a chokehold in the villain's arms.

"Hush. It'll all be over soon."

The latex-covered dragon opened his mouth, exhaling a red gas. One breath of it left Jason reeling with the stench of musk, and a second knocked him out, his head hanging down and his body going limp.

When he woke up, Jason wasn't entirely surprised to find himself stripped of his clothes and all his possessions. He'd read enough of the 'true survivor' stories to know that a lot of the villains had some pretty fucked up ideas of what they could do to random civilians. Oddly enough, he didn't feel that bothered about it. In fact, contrary to the fact that he had a girlfriend waiting for him at home, he found his cock throbbing and filling up with anticipation.

The chains, though, were a bit more uncomfortable than he'd like. He tugged on them a few times before giving up, not wanting to injure himself. Glancing around to get a better clue of his surroundings, Jason realized that he had bigger things to worry about, anyway.

Aside from the jumpsuit that was marked with a smaller, name-tag sized version of the delta symbol, there were a number of toys set out on a table not far from here he was bound up. From dildos to plugs to cock rings to things that he didn't recognize, it was like someone had set up or raided a sex shop to stock the table.

And why the hell does that make my cock shoot straight up?!

He shook his head, trying to clear it of the strange lust that he was feeling, but it just wouldn't go away. His cock continued to throb between his legs, and his head felt strangely foggy, like it was filled with something that was clouding his ability to think. Jason squirmed in the chains, feeling like he was getting so -

BANG!

The sudden clatter of the door being thrown open caught him by surprise and broke his train of thought. Jason shook his head, looking at the silhouette and immediately recognizing it as the dragon's. He glared at the villain, but when he tried to speak up, it was like he was talking through cottonmouth.

"Wha...why'm I..."

"Don't bother talking too much. You're still under the effects of my gas."

"G...Ga..."

"Yes, gas. Quite the powerful stuff, actually. It's why you're still so hard. And you're going to get more of it before you become the mindless slave I have in mind. You really should have taken that deal, you know. Then you could have kept your mind. But no, no, you wanted to fight. So, now I gotta take it."

The dragon had been walking across the room the whole time, and by the time he stopped talking, he was right in front of the chained human. More than ever, Jason was astonished at the difference in height between them, and blushed as he realized how naked he was. He couldn't even cover himself as his hands were held above his head, and he looked away, trying not to think about how his cock continued to throb in front of the big villain.

That didn't last long, as the dragon grabbed him by his bobbing shaft and squeezed. He gasped, only to inhale another cloud of the villain's gas. He shuddered, his head swimming from the blast of air, the stench of musk, and he slumped in the chains again.

This time, however, he didn't fall unconscious. Instead, his cock throbbed all the harder, twitching and bouncing in the dragon's hand. It was the hardest he'd ever been...but he couldn't cum. The dragon laughed at him.

"Heh, don't bother thinking you'll finish. I have control now, human. I own you."

"Wha' ar' 'oo..."

"I took you, so now I own you. No matter how much you struggle, no matter how much you groan, you're my little plaything now. You aren't going to be leaving here, and you're not going to be staying human, either."

The thought of changing barely popped into his head before the dragon leaned down, biting at his neck. As soon as the fangs pierced his skin, a throbbing heat filled his veins. Jason gasped at the strange sensation, his eyes rolling back in his head as he arched his back in the chains. The dragon held it for a few seconds before pulling back, and as he did, Jason could already see his skin turning to scales.

"Heh, it's already begun. Soon, little human, you'll be my brainless minion. And what a good little slave you'll be."

Jason groaned as he was untied from the chains, the supervillain apparently deciding he was no threat. And he wasn't, really, not as he was. His body was so hot, his skin burning with the touch of the venom inside of him. He couldn't even stand, let alone try and run away from the bigger dragon. He could only groan, staring up as the villain...

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The dragon was ripping his own costume to pieces, throwing the shreds to the ground. Immediately, the air filled with the rank stench of sweat and sex, of musk and masculinity. It was like a locker room orgy between men that were hung beyond the grounds of normal mortals, and the dragon was certainly that, with a cock that was more than twice Jason's size. The human gasped through the musk, even as it melted away his thoughts with every breath.

With each passing breath, his head got emptier and emptier, and it was only when the dragon sat down with his ass on Jason's face that he realized that their positions had changed again. The hot stench of musk was even stronger under the dragon's tail, and he had his lips pressed right against the villain's pucker.

"Lick me, slave. I want to feel your tongue in me as you make your transformation."

"Mmmph!"

"You don't have a choice. Lick, or I'll shove your snout up there as soon as you're changed enough for it."

Defiance seemed important, but would it really accomplish anything? Jason didn't know, and soon, the idea of defying the dragon at all just seemed pointless. There was nothing to be gained, was there? Was there really anything that he could do to defy him? And why did he want to defy him in the first place? The scent...the scent was good.

Too good to resist, in fact, as he stuck out his tongue and started licking. He could hear the villain's moans above him as he dragged his tongue back and forth over that hole, stretching the puckered flesh out. Each lick filled his mouth with the taste of sweat and musky scales, and he could feel his cock hardening more and more with each successive taste. He shuddered, arching his back as much as he could.

As he lapped at the villain's rim, a hand came down on his cock. Jason shivered as he stroked once, twice, as if in reward for what he was doing. For every ten licks, he got another stroke, and it felt so good that he moaned against that hole, his tongue sliding away from it before he could bring his focus back to it.

His head swam as the villain ground his ass back and forth on top of his face, the transforming human losing more and more ability to distinguish what was going on around him, or even what his surroundings were. All that mattered was the ass above him, and as the hole puckered from his licks, he realized something else that he could do for the magnificent, musky hole above him.

After the next lick, he pulled his tongue back and jabbed it in. The dragon above gasped, but Jason kept thrusting his tongue in and out, in and out. He could feel it getting easier, almost like his tongue was changing to reflect his new position and his new duties, but it didn't stop him from tongue-fucking the ass above him as fast he could.

The strokes to his cock came faster as he stabbed his tongue as deep as it would go, giving as much pleasure as he could to the dragon above. The scaly cheeks clenched around his face, trapping his new snout between them and making it impossible to draw his tongue back. Not that he wanted to anymore; it was better to serve, better to give up what the dragon master wanted, rather than hold back as he had been.

In and out, in and out his tongue went, even as his cock throbbed harder and harder. He knew that he was right on the verge of climax, and then, suddenly, he went over.

As he came, the musk settled on his mind, leaving him almost addicted to the scent, and he passed out, again.

When he woke up, the new reptilian slave smiled as he looked down at his new outfit. He could feel the latex clinging to him everywhere, from his throbbing cock to his plug-filled ass. He stood up slowly, wobbling a bit before he caught the scent of his master's musk. He turned his head, and smiled at the villain on his throne.

"How may I serve you, my master?"

The dragon smiled, pointing to the ground before him, and spread his legs.

"You've worshiped my ass. Now it's time to worship my cock."

"Of course, master. Thank you, master."

Slave Jason eagerly bowed and lowered his head to the dragon's cock. It was just as lovely as that hole, and he couldn't wait until he could share this blessing with the other people in the city.

The End