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Tamed: A Sticky Situation

"Redvell, prepare for a showcase."

The dragon's eyes flicked open, shimmering with annoyance. It didn't matter how much he heard it over the speakers, he hated his name. A reminder that he wasn't in control. His scales weren't even red either, they were black. What kind of moron…

Redvell sat up in his bed, careful to avoid banging his slightly curved horns on the air vent above his head. It blew a stream of perfectly conditioned air right onto his face, good for lulling him to sleep when the nights were too hot or cold. Throwing off his thin white blanket, he swung his legs over the side of his metal-framed bunk without care for anyone who might be in his way and heaved himself off.

It was a privileged spot; where fresh air came into the room and displaced the musk of the dozens of naked males who also slept, laid, or sat on the many metal-framed bunks around him. He'd had to assert dominance over many of the other males in order to claim it as his own, but now only foolish newcomers challenged him for his bunk, and he never failed to put them in their place.

He walked towards the shower room, letting the room feel his weight as he stomped along. Other slaves, dragons and humans alike, looked down in fear as he passed, and it gave Redvell a sense of satisfaction. He'd taken to picking one of the other males who had done something that annoyed him every few days and breeding them. It kept the atmosphere in their quarters at a certain level of fear and trepidation so that everyone stayed nice and calm. None dared cross him, or speak up. They knew what would happen if they did.

And as for their keepers, well, the midnight drake had learned quite a while ago that as long as he didn't leave visible marks they wouldn't punish him. The rule of thumb was so long as the merchandise got to market without a scratch, anything goes. And it wasn't like any of these guys were virgins either; that lot was kept quite far away from the rest of the slaves, for influential buyers only.

He could feel the tension leave the bunk room and follow him into the showers. Two males, a human and a dragon, were already in there and immediately vacated when Redvell entered. If you wanted to stay safe in here you got good at reading the drake's mood, and when he was pissed about something, no one got in his way.

What really ground his gears, the drake thought, was that this whole song and dance was pointless anyway. His attitude always scared off any potential buyers. He would be too much of a handful, unproductive. Would raise dissent among the other slaves.

On the bright side, a dragon willing to turn on his own kind with the same swiftness and cruelty would be useful to certain people…

Redvell smiled as he pressed the button for the shower and a spray of warm water came shooting out. He’d heard from the guards that the manager of the facility was considering making him the foreman of his pen; a slave who managed slaves, which would also mean that he’d no longer be for sale. So what if he was still technically in chains, at least the collar around his neck would feel so much lighter once he held the remote that allowed him to zap other slaves. And then he'd have as much power as he could ever hope for under the current system, the power to direct and punish and breed whomever it pleased him, as long as he kept things orderly. And wasn't that really all a reasonable person could ever hope for?

He rubbed his slit and his rear to make sure they were just as clean as the rest of him. He was certain it wouldn't be necessary, but the handlers got grumpy whenever he didn't, so…

He stepped out of the shower and into a dryer stall, still smiling. Perhaps this would be the day… He pressed the button and hot air blew against his scales, crudely drying him off so that he had to move around to get everywhere. But no, it probably wasn't today. Usually corporate buyers made an appointment beforehand, and he'd be notified in advance so he could clean up and be presentable. This was probably just some asshole who needed a servant or something. Nothing to worry about, as soon as the cunt saw the dragon's attitude he'd ask for someone else.

He didn't bother making sure he looked good in a mirror before stepping through the doorway at the opposite end of the wash room. It wouldn't be necessary, and the worse he looked, the less likely some idiot would choose him as their person-toy to take home.

The drake stepped into the small concrete antechamber at the far end of the shower bloc and said, "Redvell, ready for showcase." A metal panel slid closed over the doorway to the showers, and another slid open in front of him. A blue-uniformed guard was waiting for him. Redvell knew his face, but not his name.

"Come on, dragon," the man said, clearly wanting to get this over with just as much as the slave did.

"Mm-hm." The drake rumbled grumpily, and followed the guard down the hallway. There were a series of numbered doors on their right, each leading to a different showroom. The guard stopped in front of a door marked "Showroom 7" and opened it with a key, waving Redvell inside in front of him.

The interior of the showroom was rather sparsely furnished. There was a countertop and row of cabinets in one corner which contained various instruments, along with a box of medical exam gloves on the wall. Occasionally the showcases became rather invasive, as not all clients were interested in slaves simply as workers. Redvell couldn't count the times that he'd seen rejected slaves come stumbling back into the pens clutching their balls, or rubbing their rears, or both, after a potential buyer had wanted a more intimate inspection of the merchandise.

He himself was not at all opposed to sexual slavery; might makes right, as he saw it. He was stronger than the other slaves, so he got to be in charge of them and he got to drain his seed in them.

The only other thing in the room was a stand that rose a foot off the floor. Sighing with exasperation, the drake walked over to it, stepped up onto it, and positioned himself in the center. He stood upright, his hands clasped behind his back, his legs slightly spread to allow buyers to see his slit, and with a feigned pleasant expression on his face.

He wanted to strangle someone.

The someone in question walked through the door not two minutes later. He was a tall man, about six feet, with blond hair and a handsome, intelligent face. His clothing was casual; button-up denim shirt and jeans, so he definitely wasn't an executive or anyone of importance. He looked to be about in his thirties. Dark eyes moved leisurely over the dragon's body, taking it in. Like everyone's, they lingered on his slit. While it was normal for slaves to go around naked the rest of society was still clothed in public, so the novelty of seeing someone fully exposed never quite wore off.

A sales agent with a plain white binder tucked under her arm walked through the door behind the lone customer, closing it behind her as she joined him in the room.

The dragon looked down his snout at the man, already displeased at having his time wasted by this song and dance routine. He let his impertinence shine through his expression, the edges of his mouth twitching in just such a way as to indicate that he was displeased, without actually making an expression that could get him disciplined. His eyes flashed with defiance.

Bizarrely, the display of defiance seemed to please the man. He turned to the sales agent and asked, "Can he do manual labor?"

"Yes." She took the binder out from under her arm and flipped through it briefly, already knowing where Redvell's entry was, since he'd been there for over a year and had never been sold. She gave the open binder to the man to look in.

The dragon subtly looked over the customer's shoulder at his own entry. There was one page full of text, loaded with descriptions and abilities and disclaimers, and another that was decked out with various photographs of him, most notably of his of his slit, erect penis, and the hole under his tail, which was fleshy and pink despite the otherwise deep blackness of his body. He couldn't help but admire his own handsomeness a little. A perfect specimen.

Unfortunately, the customer seemed to agree. "He seems perfectly physically fit for work, and I think his personality is what I’m looking for."

The entire room froze. The sales agent managed to maintain professional composure, but the guard actually raised an eyebrow incredulously.

Redvell was downright frowning, the closest expression he had to shock. Was this man fucking blind? Retarded? The dragon had been sending all the signals he knew would tip people off to his bad personality. Hell, he knew from it being brought up in the past that his section had a disclaimer about his rebellious, uncooperative, and domineering tendencies. The only reason he could think of that someone would like these aspects was if they were looking for a slave foreman, but this man certainly didn't look like he was in charge of anyone, much less an enslaved chain gang.

"Yes, a very good personality, I think." The man continued, undeterred. "Now, you, uh, told me that there was an active part of the showcase." He turned to the agent, closing the binder and handing it back.

"Yes, there is." She took it from him and then turned her head to look at the dragon. "Go through the display poses."

Redvell did so. This was a part of the process that he rarely made it to, since he was almost always rejected before this. But he had already learned to hate it. What the poses consisted of was various positions he took up so that a buyer could look at his body; see him tense his muscles, show his teeth, all that crap, and some more questionable things, like the very last pose, where he got down on all fours facing away from the three humans and then raised his tail so that his tight pink hole was clearly visible. He did all of this as begrudgingly as he could, trying to get the message through that he did not in fact have a good attitude.

The man remained frustratingly oblivious.

Since the dragon was done with the display, the sale agent asked the man if he'd like to examine the drake more closely, indicating the box of gloves. He declined, saying, "I think I've seen quite enough."

Redvell gave a sigh of relief; this newcomer had finally seen sense and was going to dismiss him in favor of someone else. But it all came crashing down with the next words from the customer's mouth: "I'll take him."

It took all of the drake's strength to keep from whipping his head around and shouting at the man in a rage. Instead, he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, willing back tears. Since he was still facing away with his tail up, the only tangible sign of distress that he gave off was an almost imperceptible quickening of his breath. He was trying to stay calm, but his mind was frozen in anger and frustration and horror. All of his plans seemed to just vanish, and he was left a cold, empty shell. Behind him he could hear the scratching of a pen as the customer signed a check.

***

The customer's name, as it turned out, was Jack Mason. He had told the dragon this as they were walking out of the slave dealership and getting into his pickup truck.

Redvell had grunted in response. He was not in a good mood, and he didn't foresee it getting any better in the near future. He wanted to make it clear to this annoying man who had fucked up his plans that his personality was not "quite good", and that it would be prudent to return him ASAP, without actually getting labeled as dangerously violent. He was having to stoop and lean forward slightly in the truck, since at 6 feet 8 inches he was too tall to just sit upright in the passenger's seat.

However, Jack remained frustratingly unresponsive to the drake's abrasive attitude, and once they'd gotten into the truck, he'd added insult to injury by opening the glove box and pulling out a white nylon collar. It had a white plastic casing on the side, which every slave knew was where the battery that powered the shock function was stored. Messing with it would be met with a nasty surprise. Along with the battery was a specialized locking mechanism that ensured that once the collar was on, only someone with access permissions could remove it. The final feature was a loop of white plastic that was attached to the front of the collar with the same sort of mechanism that you'd find on a padlock. Both mechanisms were activated by fingerprint scan.

Redvell had had no choice but to sit still and swallow his objections as Jack nonchalantly reached up and put the collar around his neck, clicking it closed and then pressing his pointer finger to the print pad until it beeped, confirming that it was now locked. The dragon was seething as this happened, his enslavement feeling more real than ever now that there was a very physical reminder of it around his neck. He could feel the four cool, round, metal electrodes pressing against his scales.

"Feel good? Not too tight?" His new owner asked, slipping a finger under the nylon band to test how much space there was for Redvell to breathe.

"No, it does not feel good." The dragon growled in reply.

The human looked at him for a second, then smiled wryly and turned forward in his seat to start up the truck and roll out of the parking lot. They drove through town, then away down a two-lane highway. They went for an hour, and then a little while longer.

Collectively, Redvell had now seen more of the outside world in the time they'd been driving than he had in the past several months of confinement. The slaves weren't really allowed outside very often. Too much worry that they'd escape, or that someone would help them escape. Violations of property rights had apparently become common recently. No one had told the slaves this, of course, but it was remarkable what could be listened in on these days, and word got around the pen pretty quick.

The pickup turned off the driveway and started up a narrow driveway into the woods. They were in the foothills now, a long way from anywhere else. Redvell noted that the driveway was paved, despite the remote location. He took this to mean that his purchaser was a man of wealth. Obviously he had enough money to buy a slave, but beyond that he seemed quite well off if his long, wooded driveway in the foothills was paved.

The road and the car wound away from the highway for several hundred feet, until it let out of the woods into a clearing. It was a picturesque place, the driveway led up to a very nice house; two stories of red brick and built in what Redvell believed to be Victorian style, but then he wasn't exactly an expert in architecture, so he couldn't be sure. It seemed too large to call a plain house, but too small to call a mansion. Autumn leaves cast the clearing in brilliant yellows, oranges, and reds.

To call what surrounded the house a "lawn" would also be not quite right. It was too unkempt and overgrown for that, although Redvell had a feeling that he'd been put to work cleaning it up soon. Great, his career prospects had gone from slave-manager to yard-worker in just one day. Fucking magnificent…

A rocky cliff a good hundred feet high rose up a ways behind the house, topped by even more trees.

Jack drove the truck around to a shed by the side of the house; a sort of free-standing garage by the size of it. "Here, hop out and get the doors for me."

The drake rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he opened the truck's door to slide out onto the ground, the hard scales of his feet pressing against the cool grass, and then slammed the door shut again. He stalked over to the shed and unlatched the doors, pulling them open to allow the truck to rumble inside.

The engine cut out, and then Jack climbed out of the cab and came over to join Redvell outside, then looked at him expectantly.

The dragon didn't move, specifically waiting to force the man to give the order.

"Redvell, please close the shed doors and latch them."

The dragon did as he was told, a scowl painted across his face. When he was done, Jack gestured towards the house and said "Isn't it nice?"

"No." The drake grumbled, staring the human in the eyes and not even looking at the structure.

Jack looked at the ground and closed his eyes, sighing softly.

Redvell grinned in response. Maybe this dumbass was finally getting it. Maybe he'd take him back now.

The human didn't do that. What he did do was take a small remote out of his pocket. It had six buttons in total, a red button and yellow button at the top, and then a line of four other white buttons in a row down one side of the remote. On the other side, corresponding with each button was a number, from 0 to 3. Jack pressed the yellow button.

"AHRG!" Redvell roared, squeezing his eyes shut as his hand leapt up to clutch at the collar, trying to pry the electrodes away from his neck, to no avail. After a second the electric flow ceased, leaving the drake with a lingering pain on the side of his neck. "Fuck!" He hunched over, grimacing in pain.

Jack waited for the dragon to recover, standing and staring at him silently with those dark eyes. When he was sure he would be heard, he said "Redvell. There are many places you could have ended up. Compared with some of the possibilities, being my servant will be heavenly by comparison. I'm trying to be as nice to you as reasonably possible by treating you like a person. You're not making it easy."

"Places I could have ended up, huh?" The dragon glared up at his owner. "I could've been a slave foreman. That's a place I coulda’ been."

"I know. I saw it on your file. It's one of the reasons I bought you."

"Yeah? You sure don't look like a guy who has a chain-gang that I need to manage."

"You're right, I don't. Because I don't have one."

The drake's mouth tightened into a hard line. "Then what the fuck am I here for?"

"Work."

"I figured. What kind of work?"

"I'll show you." Jack motioned for the dragon to follow him, and then walked around the house to the backyard. There was a very stereotypical setup of an axe, a stump, and a stack of wood to be chopped.

"Very homely." Redvell snarked.

"I like having a fire to sit in front of at night." Jack explained. "You'll cut wood for it. After you're done with your chores every day, you can come inside and enjoy the fire too."

The dragon frowned. "What?"

"I said you can come inside and enjoy the fire too when you're done with your chores."

"… Ok" Redvell was pretty sure he was missing the meaning there somehow. He refused to believe that an owner might invite his slave to relax in his presence. "What else is there?"

Jack led him to the base of the cliff. There were a number of smallish boulders there, some of which had been cracked open with a mallet. Shards of white quartz were scattered over the ground. "Occasionally I'll have you breaking these rocks here. Collect the quartz and bring it back to me. I'm a jeweler; that's where I got the money for all this. Normally I work with very expensive stuff, but I also do more kitschy things with copper and quartz. It's amazing how just having my name on things drives up the price."

"Uh-huh. What else is there?"

Jack proceeded to lead Redvell inside and guide him around the house. It was furnished in that homely style that the drake had been expecting after seeing the wood laid out for cutting. Wooden floors, wood-framed furniture with little cushions on them to make sitting down bearable, "paintings" that looked like they were stitched from straw instead of actually having been painted, the works. There was a worn but cozy looking couch along with a pair of armchairs and end tables situated in front of the fireplace, and up on the brick mantle was a large flat-screen TV. On a shelf nearby was a VHS and DVD player, along with an impressive collection of movies and TV shows.

The drake wasn't terribly surprised to discover that he had his own room. What he was surprised to discover was that it actually looked kinda comfy. There was a bed that was large enough for him and was freshly laid out with sheets and blankets, and a window that looked out onto the lawn, and his own thermostat, and a chair and table and lamp, and a bookshelf with dozens of books on it, in every possible genre and subject. It even had an adjoining bathroom, with a sink and a toilet and a shower and everything.

"Huh." Redvell said, and they moved on.

"So, laundry, dusting, cleaning. Cooking some nights. Do you know how to cook?" Jack asked when they were back down in the living room.

"No."

"Well, you'll learn. I've got books about it." He paused. "Do you know how to read?"

"Yes, I can fucking read!" Redvell exclaimed, exasperation in his voice. "Not that it matters. How long do I have to refuse to do all this stuff until you give up and send me back?"

The most bizarre thing happened then. Jack smiled. He seemed genuinely happy to hear that question. "Never, Redvell. I'm never sending you back. No matter what you do. You're perfect for what I have in mind."

The dragon very nearly took a step back. That was not the response he was expecting. And it definitely wasn't one he wanted. Aside from not being able to regain his chance at being a foreman, "You're perfect for what I have in mind" was never a good thing to hear. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"You'll see. Anyway, once you're done with your work you can come inside and get clean and then relax however you wish. If I'm not watching the television, you can. You can record programs on the VHS, watch DVDs, whatever. No internet though; slaves aren't allowed to use that. It's in Code 11-"

"I know the fucking Codes. They make us memorize them."

"Good. Anyway, after you're done with your chores, the house and yard is all yours. Just don't go into my room or my workshop and don't leave sight of the house and don't use any internet-connected devices. If you want me to put on a movie or show for you from the internet, just tell me if I'm not busy. If I am busy, well, do something else. However, I do expect you to shower right when you come in. Thoroughly. Get yourself all cleaned out, especially in your private places. I don't want you leaving stains on the furniture. "

"Why the fuck are you doing this?" The dragon was feeling very blunt now. He was being treated extraordinarily well, and it made him suspicious. All actions had a motive behind them. Not necessarily a bad motive, but a motive. This man was up to something. The cryptic hints and smiles. It all added up to something, but he couldn't tell what.

"Because it seems right." The words that came from Jack's mouth were mechanical; flat and monotone. Like they'd been prerecorded and then played over and over for scenarios to which they no longer remotely applicable.

"Right because of what?"

"Go work. Cut the wood in the backyard." Jack dismissed him, ignoring the question. "There's no need to break rocks or do other chores today. Consider it a warm-up."

"Fun." Redvell glared at the man, but didn't feel like directly disobeying him again after the nasty zap he'd gotten the first time. He stormed past him and out on the back porch, descending the steps and stalking over to the axe in the stump, facing away from the house. He wrenched it out of the stump and began to chop the logs, one by one. He didn't swing the axe with more force than he needed; he was angry, not stupid. This day was bad enough without losing a limb.

He gradually became aware of a tingling in the scales of his neck; a sensation that humans called "goosebumps". Frowning, he straightened up and turned around to find Jack staring at him from across the yard. He was standing up on the porch, leaning nonchalantly on the railing. Watching.

"What is it?" Redvell demanded.

"Nothing. You're good at it is all. Better than me."

That was a strange answer on multiple levels. First of all it was almost certainly a lie; no one watched someone else for extended periods of time because they were better at something. Secondly, what owner would compliment their slave? It wasn't unheard of, but it was very unusual and almost always backhanded.

The drake turned back around and continued chopping wood. But the tingling on the back of his neck didn't go away. So when a block of newly chopped wood fell not-quite on the pile that Redvell was putting them in, he bent over to pick it up and quickly cast a glance behind him.

Jack was still there. Staring. Not looking at his phone, not reading a book, not holding a mug of some caffeinated liquid. Just staring intently at the dragon as he worked. Their gazes locked for a moment, before the drake realized that in his current position his ass was very much visible. He quickly yanked his tail down and straightened up, flustered.

Sweat built up under his scales as he worked, combining with grease and dirt to form a grime that he quickly began to feel in the heat of the late day. He didn't know what it was about the late-day sun, but it always made him sweat. Except for that one patch of scales on the back of his neck, which were always chilled by that horrible, cold feeling of eyes watching him while he couldn't watch back.

Finally, he finished the last log. He turned to ask Jack what to do with the axe, but he was no longer on the porch. Finally. The cold patch on his neck instantly dissipated at the sight of the empty porch. Redvell was glad he was gone, he wasn't sure how'd he'd have been able to manage walking up to the silent watcher and actually trying to say something.

He shook his head violently. "What the fucking shit is he doing to me? These thoughts aren't mine! I'm strong and masculine; I could beat his sorry ass into a bloody smear any fucking day!" Crushing his worries down, he decided to put the axe in the same shed as the truck, since it seemed the obvious place. When he had done that, he returned to the woodpile and started taking stacks of wood inside to pile them in the metal rack next to the fireplace. Splinters blunted off the scales of his arms, and he found himself glad of what species he was. Jack was nowhere to be seen while he was stacking the wood.

When he'd finished, Redvell came inside and went to get a shower in his bathroom. It took him a few seconds to figure out how to work the tap, but when he figured it out he basked in the hot water. It was nice to be able to control the temperature. It was also nice to be alone while he was bathing. There was the opaque glass of the shower walls and door, the bathroom door, and the hall door beyond that. No one to bother him.

The drake didn't mind people seeing him naked; that'd been the standard state of affairs for years. But he did like having privacy. A moment to himself to relax and think. He hadn't had a moment like this in almost two decades. His mind wandered as he scrubbed himself down, making sure to clean his slit inside and out. He slicked a finger up with soap and pushed it into his anus, relaxing with practiced ease to let it in and then swirl it around to get everywhere clean. It wasn't a new experience; he'd never been fucked in the ass, but he routinely cleaned himself for showcases.

He pulled his finger out and rinsed his hole with some more water before continuing with his shower. When he was sure he'd gotten all the grime out of his scales, he turned off the water and stepped out onto the bathmat. He breathed in and for once wasn't met with the musk of dozens of other males. Just clean, humid, conditioned air. He let out a tiny sigh, although he wasn't sure exactly what emotion had triggered it.

Drying himself off with the towel, which was delightfully not threadbare, he hung it back up and went to his bedroom, where he sat down on the bed and looked out the window. The light was fading fast, leaving the sky a deep, empty blue. Redvell found himself unhappy as he looked at it. It looked so empty, like a void that would swallow him whole. He hadn't been outside at sunset in years.

He directed his gaze down at the ground instead. He was a little tired, but not much. And it had been a couple days since he'd gotten off. His hand slid down to his slit and he fingered the lips idly, feeling the small twinges of pleasure the sensitive area produced when he touched it. His cock grew hard inside him, and right before he pushed his fingers in to really start messing around, he heard the door to his room open. He quickly pulled his hand away from his nethers before turning to look at the intruder with a scowl.

It was Jack, standing just inside the doorway. He had an odd look on his face, a mixture of impatience and excitement, like he was expecting something. His posture was straight, and his arms were clasped behind his back.

"You could knock, you know." Redvell grumbled.

“It’s not like you’d have had any privacy as a foreman anyway, and you certainly don’t have anything to hide, so there’s no harm in me walking in unannounced. You’ll get used to it after a bit. So, how are you settling in?"

The dragon hesitated. This certainly wasn't what he had been hoping for, but then, he'd never dared hope for something like this because he didn't think things got this good for a slave. Foreman was the best realistic scenario. "I like it." He admitted, looking back out the window and putting his arms behind himself on the bed to support his weight as he leaned back a bit. "This is… surprisingly pleasant. Did you just need a companion though? I feel like what work you've given me isn't really beyond you, or beyond just a normal waged servant. It seems to me that what you really get out of this is a companion."

"You could say that, yes."

"Hmph. I won't be a very good companion, you know. I'll always despise you. I'll always do the bare minimum to satisfy you. I'm not going to talk to you more than I have to. You'll have to drag every word out of me."

"I'm glad."

Redvell tensed. That was unexpected. The tone sounded so… eager. So pleased to hear him say what he had. Not just happy about it, but excited for some reason. Something was wrong here. He heard footsteps approaching him from behind, and then Jack was next to him. He was holding a pair of handcuffs in his hands, and was looking down at the drake very intently. "Put you hands together in your lap, please."

The dragon snorted, doing as he was instructed. "You've gone to all this trouble, and yet you still don't trust me enough to leave me unbound, huh?"

"It's not about trust, it's about control." Jack responded, clicking the cuffs closed around the dragon's wrists, before lifting the chain of the cuffs up towards his slave's neck. He unlocked the plastic loop, put the chain into it, and then locked it closed again, keeping his arms secured just in front of his neck and unable to really do anything.

"What the fuck does that mean? Enough of this cryptic shit, just tell me what's going on!" Redvell demanded, wishing he hadn't let himself be restrained just now.

"Follow me." Jack walked out into the hall and then looked back at his slave expectantly.

Redvell stared back, unmoving.

"Now." His hand went down to his pocket, gently pressing against the outline of the remote within.

A sigh escaped from the dragon's lips. This asshole really had him by the balls. He stood up, glaring sullenly at the man, and followed him out into the hall. He was taller than the human, but his physical stature meant nothing when compared to the collar around his neck.

Jack roughly turned him around and put a hand up on his shoulder, pushing the dragon forward and forcing him to walk down the hall, past the staircase and balustrade that descended to the ground floor, guiding him to another room on the opposite side of the house.

When he entered, Redvell immediately saw that it was the master bedroom. A king-size bed sat against one wall, opposite a pair of glass doors that lead out to a terrace overlooking the back yard. There were a pair of end tables with little drawers in them next to the bed, and a dresser and wardrobe against one wall. In the wall opposite from the door that they were entering from were two other doors, which he assumed led to the bathroom and the closet.

"Nice pad."

"Thank you." If Jack was actually thankful for the comment, he didn't let it show with his tone. He pushed the dragon into the room and closed the door behind them.

Redvell wasn't a fool. He was pretty sure by now where this was going. "If you have some illusions about screwing me, I'd dismiss those thoughts right no- FUCK!" He screamed, collapsing to the floor as he was violently shocked by his collar. "Screw you, fucking bastard!"

A hand gripped the back of his collar and yanked him forward, making him stumble as he tried to stand. The dragon found himself landing on his elbows on the edge of the bed, his handcuffs preventing him from using his hands to effectively catch himself.

A hand crept under his tail and lifted it up to bare his pink pucker to Jack's hungry eyes. "You're very handsome, Redvell. You're quite healthy, and you have a beautiful ass."

"Fuck off." The dragon snarled. He felt a sharp crack of pain against his backside and yelped in a mix of surprise and pain. "What the fuck was that?" Another white-hot crack came, and he realized that the human was spanking him. He tried to retaliate by kicking out with a dull-taloned foot, but missed. A split second later, he felt his body size up as energy violently rushed through it, his collar giving him a tremendous shock.

"That's the spirit!" Jack cried gleefully at the dragon's attempt to fight back, in a voice that sounded much too chipper for their current situation. "Now climb up on the bed fully and raise your tail for me."

Redvell's claws dug into the sheets and for a split second he considered resisting. But his neck and ass still stung from the abuse he'd just received, and he'd rather not repeat it. Growling long and low under his breath, he crawled forward on his elbows, raising his knees up and crawling to the center of the bed on all fours. The nature of his bindings kept him in a constant face-down ass-up position. "You're a sick fuck." He murmured as he raised his tail.

"And you're a hot fuck." Jack replied, as easy as day.

Cloth rustled, and Redvell looked behind him to see the man stripping out of his clothing, stripping down and leaving it lying on the floor. His body was just as handsome naked as he was clothed. To call his body muscled would have been a slight exaggeration, but his body was definitely well-defined; no flab. His semi-hard prick hung from his groin, along with his unshaved balls. They seemed about average, maybe a little larger. The dragon considered himself something of an expert on that; he'd "examined" plenty of males as an exercise in power during his time in the slave pens, and he'd gotten a pretty good idea of what certain body parts looked like and how big they were.

The now naked Jack walked up behind Redvell and reached a hand up. Unwanted fingers brushed against the dragon's pucker, and his mind rebelled. "Fuck, no!" He yanked his tail down. "Fuck that. I don't fucking care how many times you shock me, I'm not letting you fuck my ass! I'll fight you and resist and make it as unpleasant for you as possible."

"… Ok."

Redvell blinked. "What?"

"Ok. Sure. I don't need to fuck you back there then. Roll over onto you back in that case."

The dragon was surprised, and immediately suspicious, but did as he was told, rolling over onto his back and looking down at Jack through his open legs.

Jack started back for a moment, before going over to the end table on his side of the bed and opening a drawer. "So, I'm going to take a guess and say that you're used to domming."

The drake sneered at his owner. "Good guess. You know who I loved to fuck most? The scrawny humans who wound up in my slave pen. They beg and plead for me to stop, and by the end they'd be begging me to continue. Not once have the tables turned, and I'm not gonna break that streak. No matter what shit you pull."

"Ok." It was less an acceptance of the message that Redvell had been trying to convey and more of an acknowledgment that something had been conveyed in general. The answer was… frustratingly non-committal.

The drake felt his face burning with anger and humiliation. He was being half-ignored by a human whelp while being forced to lay belly-up with his tailhole and slit fully exposed. Fuck this man, and fuck his house and his privileges. They weren't worth this.

The human removed a shiny cylindrical object that was about the length and width of his pinky from the drawer, along with a small black bottle with no label.

"What are those?" Redvell snapped, immediately suspicious.

"If you're not going to let me fuck you, then I am going to have some fun in other ways. This is a bullet-vibrator," Jack held up the shiny cylinder, "and this is scale-polish." He held up the black bottle.

"Scale polish?" Redvell raised an eye-ridge incredulously.

"Can't a man have his kinks?"

"Raping slaves isn't enough of one already?"

"Oh, Redvell…" Jack walked back over and grinned down at him in his smug, cryptic way. "It's not raping a slave that I enjoy. If that was it, just any old slave would have been fine." He took the vibrator between the forefinger and pointer finger of his right hand and then pushed it them deep into the slit between the dragon's legs.

"Fuck! What the fuck?!" The drake tensed as unexpected pleasure coursed through him. He hated the idea of being touched where he was being touched now, of being violated like this. It made him feel like one of the sluts that he fucked on a regular basis.

The human smiled as he felt the dragon's soft inner walls clenching around his fingers, warm and wet and so slippery. Like only a dragon's slit could be. He pushed the smooth vibrator down to the base of the slit, to where the soft penis met with the walls, and then deposited it there before pulling his hand out. It was covered in slick, musky juices, which he made a show of licking off his fingers. The taste was strong, but clean. As per his instructions, the reptile had washed his insides thoroughly.

Redvell looked up at him with a look of disgust on his face. "You're sick." He could still feel the cool, smooth metal of the vibrator inside his slit, which he was unable to do anything about due to his hands being bound to his collar.

"Thank you." Jack replied, as if it had been a compliment. When he'd finished licking his fingers, he unscrewed the cap of the black bottle and removed it, revealing a little brush attached to the underside of the cap. It was already covered in a thick, sticky, black substance.

"That doesn't look like any scale polish I've ever seen…" Redvell said cautiously, giving the bottle a suspicious look.

"Don't worry about it." His owner said flatly, a tone which did not match well with his eager, mischievous smile. Setting the bottle down, he used one hand to hold the lips of his slave's slit shut, as the other applied the cool, black substance on the brush to them.

The midnight drake shivered as he felt the bristles of the brush sliding over his nethers, leaving a sticky black trail behind. The strokes went down and down, starting at the top of his slit near his belly, and then working their way down towards the base of his tail. When there was just a half-inch of slit left that wasn't covered in the sticky stuff, the brush pulled away and was returned to the bottle.

"… Now what?" He demanded.

"Now we wait for the glue to dry."

"Glue?!" Redvell cried, his eyes widening. He began to squirm on his beck, trying desperately to tear his cuffed hands away from his collar so that he could wipe the rapidly drying black stuff from his nethers. When he realized that all he was accomplishing was hurting his neck, Redvell flipped over onto his stomach and scraped his slit against the bed in a humping motion to try and rub as much of the glue off as he could. But when he stopped and lifted his hips to look under himself, he realized with a sinking feeling of despair that he'd been too late. There were no black streaks on the covers, and his slit was now sealed almost entirely shut.

A snarl cut through his face, and he whipped his head around to growl menacingly at Jack. "What the actual fuck it wrong with you, you perverted…" He abruptly stopped when he saw the remote control back in the human's hand, and braced himself for the inevitable shock.

But no violent spasm of pain arrived. Instead, Jack pushed the white button marked "1".

Instantly, Redvell moaned in pleasure as a soft, steady vibration started up in his slit, the rhythm shimmering into his cock and making it grow hard and erect inside him. It pushed against the glue sealing his slit shut, but couldn't break out. "What… what the fuck…" He clenched his fists as the pleasure tingled up his spine and into his brain. He glared up at Jack silently, words escaping him as sensations overtook his brain.

"So let me tell you how things are going to work from now on, Redvell." Jack smirked down at him. "You're not going to be in charge of your body ever again. It's mine now; you are mine. Every part of you belongs to me. You will never be able to cum unless I turn up the vibrator enough to make you. The glue you've got on your slit is some pretty special stuff. It'll wear off in a few weeks, and then I'll give you a wash down in your slit before sealing it back up again for the next few weeks. That hole that I left is where your bodily functions will get out; your piss and your cum. And, suffice it to say, the glue won't be worn away with water, and trying to tear at it will lead to painful results."

"Uh… uhnnnn…" The drake was panting now, the wonderful, teasing vibrations keeping him hard but not nearly enough to bring him to climax. He could hear what the human was saying, and was internalizing it, but he couldn't focus enough to bring up a snide remark. He was back on his knees and elbows, facing away from Jack.

"Of course, there's a purpose to this. To why I chose you. You're an ‘Alpha’. You've headstrong and determined and cruel, and you're used to dominating every other male you meet both socially and sexually. And I think that the process of stripping that away and reducing you to a slut would be fun. So from now on, the only climax you'll get is from being fucked in the ass. I guess part of the fun will be seeing how long you can resist just begging me to mount you at every opportunity."

"… Fuck… You…" Redvell grunted, trying to ignore the pleasure he was getting through the toy in his slit.

"Still defiant. Good, I was hoping you this wouldn't be too easy. The only things worth having are those that you have to work for."

The smug smile was omnipresent; that bastard had total control and he was relishing it. The control that Redvell had thought he'd been destined for as a foreman.

"So, there's only one question: Do you want to cum tonight?" A hand reached up and nudged its way under the drake's tail. A thumb rested gently on the pink pucker of Redvell's asshole, pressing ever so slightly, as if it were a fingerprint scanner that would grant access to the goodies within.

The dragon started to respond, but then a little more pressure was applied and the thumb slipped inside his asshole, which had been loosened by years of sticking his own fingers up there to wash it. Instantly as the digit went inside, Jack pressed the "2" button on the controller and the vibrations kicked up a notch.

Redvell squeezed his eyes shut and groaned loudly, having to concentrate on not drooling. He was aware of the presence in his tailhole, and the pleasure that the vibrator was giving him made that presence perversely pleasurable. He knew his brain was making connections, associating having something up inside him with getting that wonderful pleasure. He realized, with a burst of humiliation, that his slit was moistening with the promise of sex, and that drops of his fluids were dripping lewdly from the hole at the base of his slit. He was leaking like a fucking female.

"It can be yours, boy." Condescension rang in Jack's tone like a church bell. "A nice, glorious climax. All you need to do is let me fuck you. You don't even have to say anything, just lift your tail, spread your legs, and let me go to work. And if you don’t feel like it tonight, I can wait. It can last for 8 hours, and can charge wirelessly." The thumb slipped back out, and as it left the vibrator went back down to the first setting, a gentle tease.

The dragon faced forward on the bed, not looking back at his captor. He wanted a release badly now. So fucking badly. It was an irresistible urge, and he knew he wouldn't sleep tonight if he didn't get it. He'd be up the whole time with pent-up libido, and he wouldn't even be able to masturbate. He squeezed his eyes shut, cursed in his mind, and took the plunge. Without looking back, he spread his legs open and raised his tail, fully exposing himself to the man behind him.

"Good boy…" The voice came, husky and delighted in equal measure. The palm of a hand traced up the inside of Redvell's black-scaled thigh, stopping just below the slit to give the dragon a friendly rub. "Let me just get lubed up here…"

The dragon heard the pop of a cap being removed from a bottle behind him, and then a quiet squirting as what Redvell knew must be lubricant was squeezed out of a bottle onto a waiting hand, to be slathered over a hard cock. A cock that would soon be penetrating his asshole.

The dragon's breathing hitched as he felt a warm, slick cockhead pressing against his pucker, kissing it lewdly. A pair of hands, one covered in slimy lube and the other still dry gripped his body, one on each of his hips, the fingers curling around the front to hold him in place.

The penetration came all at once, the warm member splitting his vulnerable anus open and sliding into his hot, smooth depths. The lubricant eased the cock's passage, allowing it to come to rest deep in Redvell's rear. He let out a strangled sob that was quickly cut off by a gasp as the vibrator kicked back up, vibrating at the second-highest intensity once again. The dripping from his slit became thicker as precum dribbling from his cocktip mixed with the already plentiful slitfluids within the confines of his vent.

His ass hurt a little. Not too much, but a little. Having had years of practice taking his thick finger up there during cleaning, he was reasonably good at relaxing his ring to let objects in. But there was still a sizable cock shoved up his rear, which was substantially larger than a finger.

But that little pain was easily drowned out by the immense pleasure the vibrator was giving him inside his slit. The deep, steady buzzing was buried at the base of his cock, sending vibrations shuddering down his length and into the flesh at the base of his member.

He felt a hand caressing the glued-up lips of his slit, a finger slowly sliding back until it reached the hole that allowed his fluids to escape. It smeared the thick, leaking preseed and slitfluids along his crotch. "You like this, don't you, Red?" Came a teasing voice above him.

"I- hah… -I don't!" Redvell gasped

"If you don't, then why are you leaking pre everywhere?"

"Because you're forcing my body to react to the stimulation you're giving it! It's an involuntary, automatic response!" The drake felt the human's penis begin to move around in his rear end, drawing out a little, and then sliding back in at just the right angle to prod his prostate, making him hiss through his teeth in barely suppressed enjoyment. He hated this man, this smug, arrogant human who had cost him his one chance at relative freedom, and was now trying to gaslight him.

"Don't worry; if you're not enjoying this now, you can ask me to stop, and your ass is safe until tomorrow night…"

"Fuck you."

The human began to hump the dragon's rigid body.

He scowled strictly forward as the dual sensations of a phallus penetrating his ass and the vibrator buzzing away inside him forced his libido onwards, until finally he was on the brink of orgasm. He could feel the plastic of the remote pressing against the scales of his tight, both gripped tightly in the human's hand. He could also feel the emasculating sensation of Jack's balls slapping against his rear end with each thrust.

Jack was heaving above him, fucking the dragon's tight, warm asshole with reckless abandon. It was so soft and welcoming inside, and the pink anal ring stretched around the member with each thrust, reluctantly permitting it entry and sliding along its length. The sphincters' tight grip gradually loosened under the onslaught, relaxing more and more as the sex went on and Redvell grew more used to relaxing his muscles.

Finally, the human went into the final plunge. His trusting became more erratic and the slapping of fleshy hips meeting scaly ones was painfully loud for the poor dragon.

He heard the human start to gasp behind him, then a jet of something warm and sticky shot into his bowels. Then another, and another, and then one more. Before he had time to feel despair or disgust or both, the buzzing in his slit jumped up unbearably, and he roared as he climaxed. He looked down between his legs to see squirts of cum bursting from the hole at the base of his slit and splatting onto the bed under him. Fucking hell, he even came like a female now!

The buzzing of the vibrator cut out shortly afterward so as not to overstimulate him to the point of pain, and Redvell felt Jack rest his upper body on his back while he basked in his afterglow. The dragon himself didn't say anything, just rested there on his knees and elbows, cum dripping from his slit and around the cock in his rear. He was some combination of miserable, angry, and sick to the stomach.

Eventually he felt Jack shifting above him, and the unwelcome presence in his tailhole retreated. He sighed in relief, only to hear a drawer open, and then the presence in his tailhole was replaced by another. This one was cold silicon, and he grunted as something was pushing into his hole, keeping any more of the human's cum from escaping. It was a plug, he realized, a butt-plug, with a large bulge that stretched him even more than the cock had prior. It popped into his hole and then settled there, regardless of Redvell's fruitless attempts to push it back out.

"You'll have that in you for a lot of the time that you're here." Jack said nonchalantly, stepping into the drake's line of sight while drying his hands with a towel, before moving the same cloth to his crotch to clean that off as well. "Get used to the feeling of having a load in your guts and a plug to hold it in. Soon every dragon who passes will be able to smell my ownership of you. I'll take the plug out in the morning… maybe. Until then, it'll stay in your rear as you rest, and your hands will likewise remain restrained to your collar."

Redvell didn't respond. He was humiliated, and he was angry. And he was helpless. Those facts haunted him, and he squeezed his eyes shut in mental agony.

"I won't make you clean up after us tonight; you can go back to your room and go to bed, or take a shower or rear if you like. But if you find a way to take that plug out of you I will bring you to the brink, and stop, three times a day for a week, and a pretty nasty shock punishment along with that. Understand?"

"Yes." Redvell muttered begrudgingly.

"Yes what? Who are you talking to?"

"Yes… Master."

"Better. Now get going." Jack's tone was dismissive now. Since he was done using the dragon he apparently wanted him gone.

Redvell shuffled off the couch and then made his way back to his room, having to squat humiliatingly to even open a doorknob. His footsteps were reduced to a waddle around the plug in his ass, the tip of which teased his prostate mercilessly.

When he got back to his own room, he closed the door gently behind him, fearing the attention he might draw if he expressed his rage and kicked it closed. He shuffled over to his bed and lay down on his back, which was the most comfortable position with his hands bound like they were, since it allowed them to rest on his chest. It also kept his tail from pressing against the rim of the plug in his ass. He didn't bother with the sheets or blankets.

The black drake stared up at the ceiling, a blank expression on his face as his mind whirled. He'd never felt less free; the collar around his neck, the glue sealing his slit, and the plug intruding into his ass all reminded him of how unfree he was, of how his body was no longer even remotely his own. He missed nudity, where he'd had nothing to preserve his dignity but also nothing to denote his role as a slave. In a warehouse full of naked men, they'd all been pseudo-free; it was possible to forget that they were slaves.

Redvell's eyes closed. He felt like crying, but no tears came. His dreams and aspirations had turned to dust over the course of one day; one straight run of rotten luck. No, he wasn't free, and he couldn't fuck someone to let some steam out. "Fuck this shit." The dragon took one deep, shuddering breath, and then another. He forced all the thoughts out of his mind, until it was just an empty black void.

He'd sleep on this. That was all there was to do, really. Sleep and let his subconscious process the day, and hope tomorrow he'd wake up with a better idea of what to do next. So he did.