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Part 6

For AkimitsuSeveCan

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Gauthier remained in ‘service’ to the Honored and the Blessed for nearly the entire day, outside of that little break where he spent his time out of his mind and underfoot. By the end of the day, he was not just exhausted, but horned up beyond belief, soaked in pre-cum and cum, and his cock was more or less sheathed in a resin balloon that had become utterly filled with his own pre-cum. It made it look like he was dragging a little yellow-white ball around from his dick, soaking and filling it by the second.

And that was just the end of the day. The night was just as long, though not nearly as humiliating. Well, aside from all the cum-stains all over his body that he had been ordered to leave there until morning.

Gauthier slept, what little he did sleep, with his mind on the things that he had been made to do. Made to do, no matter how much he had ‘pretended’ to enjoy them for the sake of the higher-ups. He hoped that it was still pretending, at least; if it wasn’t, then he was going to be in deep trouble when he finally got free of this.

There was no sucking by Leeka through the night, nothing to pleasurably distract him from all the memories of what he had gone through. No, there was just the memory, the scent, and the need that continued bubbling up from his cock and reminding him just how long it had been since he had been allowed an orgasm. That followed him along with the rest of the kobolds back to the main square the next day, and his antsiness must have been obvious, considering that Leeka started poking him about it when they were waiting.

Literally, poking him. The other kobold didn’t stop poking his hips throughout the morning.

“What?!” he finally hissed.

“You horny.”

“Yeah. And?”

“Need relief?”

“…”

“Hehehe, gotta be good-bold for that.”

“I try.”

“No, you pretend.”

It was like a bucket of cold water being thrown over him to hear that. If the dumber kobolds were figuring out that he was just pretending, did that mean that the higher-ups of the cult had already figured it out? What if they started pushing him, making him do things to prove that he really was broken?

What if they put him back in the conditioning chamber to finish the job?

That sent a shiver down his spine, and no mistake. He knew that there was no way that he’d be able to keep his head on straight if he was sent back there again. It was a miracle that he’d come out of it with his faculties intact the first time, even if he had been corrupted and transformed from it.

No, he had to make the act better. Had to pretend better. Had to show them that he was at least somewhat on their side.

And that had nothing to do with the throbbing need between his legs, or the gooey slime that was still rolling and churning around his cock in the resin tube. That had nothing to do with his decision. Surely not. He was a warrior, and that meant that he ruled his body, not that his body ruled him. He was not some sorcerer, certainly, who would bow to the whims of his body.

Churn.

Gurgle.

Pulse.

Swell.

The feelings coming up from his balls reminded him that it had been days on days since he had been allowed a real climax rather than just the unfulfilling milkings that were tribute to the various monsters in the ruins. He hadn’t been given anything like that real pleasure, and the only relief from that throbbing need had come from…well, had come from being underfoot, being tranced by the Blessed that wanted to use him. That at least made him forget about himself for a little while, even if it meant that he was more focused on them than anything else in the world, which was probably a problem in and of itself.

[i]Nnnngh…[/i]

He started to reach for his dick, but he couldn’t even stroke it through the resin tube anymore. He had oozed so much yesterday that there was no way for it to come out without the help of one of the Blessed, their power required to drain the slime away. And it meant that he had a bulge without any real way of squeezing it, the slime always moving around inside and keeping him from gripping his cock to at least edge himself. It was torture.

Leeka smirked teasingly at him throughout the whole experience while they were waiting, and he did his best not to look back at the other kobold. He kept shifting from one foot to the other, all too aware of the musk that clung to him from the stains of the Blessed and the Honored yesterday. They were so strong that even his head spun from it, and Leeka and all the other kobolds around him had throbbing hard-ons as a result.

They were on the verge of a miniature orgy when the Blessed finally appeared and started handing out job assignments. Gauthier was all too happy to listen when they started coming his way, and was thankful that they had something a little bit easier for them than digging or ‘service’ for their job.

Watchmen.

#

They were distributed over the various tunnel entrances that came down to the main cavern of the ruined city, meant to keep an eye out for anyone stupid enough – like Gauthier – that wanted to come down and explore the ancient place. He knew better than to think that he’d be able to find someone that would help him get away. Nobody came here on a rescue mission.

[i]Except stupid little me…[/i]

Shaking his head, he forced his attention on the stone path that came down from the upper levels of this horrible dungeon. If anyone did come down this way, they’d be forced to come through single-file. The kobolds were supposed to sound alarms, gather together, and get ready to face anyone coming down in a large group so that they could overwhelm them quickly and minimize casualties, something that the Blessed preferred when it came to dealing with any sort of fight. They were all promised healing if something happened to them, but Gauthier didn’t want to test his luck.

So far, nothing, which meant that he was bored…at least for a while.

An hour into watch, and he rubbed his hand along the metal band around his neck. He’d seen some of the other kobolds using their new magical abilities, some of them throwing rocks around as a way to pass the time, some of them using their fire for lights, but barely more than that. It was like watching kids play with a toy, and then get bored with it. He, on the other hand, hadn’t had the chance to do anything with his, since he’d been sucking cock all day the day before and then had to drop down from exhaustion.

[i]Hmmm…[/i]

Gauthier held up one scaly hand, focusing on the sensation of the collar and the tickling, tingling feeling at the back of his neck. There was definitely magical power there, something that he could tap into. Just thinking about it made that wet feeling that he had gotten when he’d first had it put on return. He held onto that squishy, squelchy feeling, and soon enough, it started running down the collar to his arms. Green slime ran along his scales, running all the way to his fingers, covering both his arms with thick green slime, almost like armor.

Curiously, he swung his arm out against the cavern wall. What should have been a stingin, nearly bone-breaking self-inflicted wound turned out to be nothing more than a mild jiggle-bump, and even that was more visible than tactile.

[i]…Well-padded.[/i]

But could it do more than just give him armor, he wondered? He thought of a weapon, a quarterstaff.

The slime ran between his fingers, and then sprung outwards, extending to the length of a human-sized quarterstaff. Not too heavy, but more than long enough to lift him into the air and draw a little squawk from his mouth. He hovered up there, wobbling for a few seconds before he lost control and dropped down to his feet once more.

He kept experimenting. Soon, he found out that the slime couldn’t create any edges; he could make swords, for example, but they’d be no better than a club for cutting things, so there was little point. It could, however, replicate anything smaller than his own body-mass in terms of weapons or held things. The minute that it was knocked from his hand, it dissolved and had to come back to him, but it was still something.

He wondered. Could he use it at a distance?

Gauthier glanced around, and eventually, he spotted a rat that was crawling around near the bridge just adjacent to the tunnel. The kobold hesitated for a moment, then flung out his hand with a clear thought towards the slime.

It shot out from his hand instantly, and though he missed fully encapsulating the rat, he still caught it by the tail and hind legs. He’d willed it to go solid, and it did, going from wet to completely stiff and hard in the space of half a second, trapping the lower half of the rat in place and leaving it squeaking in utter terror.

He couldn’t maintain it through the shock, and the slime went limp and wet again. The rat ran off, hiding itself from the sudden attack, and he stared at his hands as the slime came back to him.

[i]Holy shit…[/i]

That was a tool and a half. It wasn’t quite sorcerous magic, but for the sort of flexibility that it offered in a fight, it was a hell of a lot better than the sort of things that he could have gotten as a low-level sorcerer. It was magic that had a point rather than being a bunch of flashy little tricks that impressed the locals.

[i]I could…[/i] He clenched his hands. [i]I can use this…and maybe…maybe I can find Lykus…[/i]

That was still uppermost in his mind. He had come rooting around in these caverns to find that wolf, and he was bound and determined to do just that. He was [i]not[/i] going to leave without that wolf in his company, not after going through this much bullshit to find him in the first place, and certainly without a goddamn thank-you for his troubles.

However, he quickly realized that he had other problems besides the fact that he hadn’t found the wolf yet. In particular, the sound of a pair of footsteps coming down the cavern.

Gauthier froze where he stood, then did the smart thing of pulling back into the shadows. There was only one set of footsteps coming down, but where there was one, there could often be more, particularly if this one was just the scout. There was every possibility that others would be waiting in the back, hoping for intel to come back and tell them what they were facing. He kept his ears peeled, barely realizing what he was doing until –

[i]See and report, see and report, see and report…[/i]

He stopped that thought in its tracks, shaking his head. What the hell was wrong with him? That was what the other kobolds should do, yes, but he was still a warrior. He had been trained, he knew how to fight. And now he had the tools to do it again, and all the kobolds were being told not to fight, not to engage?

Gauthier had been in fights against kobolds before, and he knew for a fact that the dangers came from more than just their numbers. It came from the fact that they were a group that could fight in the first place, and that they were tiny, hard to hit and hard to track in the way that fighting someone one’s own height could be done. If he had ever had to fight against a bunch of them that were wielding magic, he would have thought twice, and then some.

[i]I can fight one-on-one, easy.[/i]

Thus decided, the kobold moved closer to the cavern, forming the slime into a quarterstaff again, though this time with a bit of an experiment at the tip. Something that was a little rounder, filled with more liquid slime. If he was right about this, if he was correct about how this could work…

Gauthier waited, and waited, and waited some more as the footsteps slowly got louder. There were no sudden shouts from the other entrances, reinforcing his belief that this was a scout, someone sent down to find the best path for a larger group that was probably still waiting on the topside. This man would need to be interrogated, pushed for information, perhaps used as a hostage.

It was the sort of thing that he had never imagined that he would do. Working with the enemy, doing their work, siding with the monsters: good people didn’t do that. But…well, it was what he had to do to maintain the illusion.

Finally, a shadow and a bit of light came down the tunnel. Gauthier leaned further back, just out of sight, and kept low. The slime was running down his arms, thicker than before, trying to harden against him for protection. He made it slide back up, exposing his arms, but leaving him with more mobility. He needed that freedom of movement, or he was going to have a seriously hard time.

After all, he could take a hit. But if the asshole decided to pick him up and throw him off the bridge, there wasn’t a lot that he could do about that.

Finally, the torch and its wielder stepped out of the cave. Human, perhaps five and a half feet tall, wearing leather armor. Not much good against blades, but more than good enough to deal with blunt weapons.

That was, if they were swung for the chest.

Gauthier aimed for the head, and the blob of wet slime at the tip of the quarterstaff exploded on contact. Not only did it put out the torch with the excess that went everywhere, but the slime went down the human’s head, covering his eyes and his ears before hardening. It wasn’t quite the same as rendering the opponent deaf and blind, but it would be enough to keep him from noticing where the kobold was.

Moving even as the human whipped around to try and grab him or his weapon, Gauthier pulled the staff back in, changing it out for a club. The human leaned for him, overbalanced, and he came in with two hard swings for the knees. Like clockwork, the human went down to a kneeling position, groaning.

He opened his mouth –

“ULK!”

And Gauthier plugged it by extending the slime weapon outwards, shoving it down the human’s throat. Even as the scout gagged, trying to get the slime weapon free, it expanded, flooding his mouth and gagging him with a ball of green ooze that refused to come free, too large behind the teeth to actually pop out.

It was…easy. Gauthier didn’t even have to fight against the human’s greater strength to restrain him. He just had to hit him, knocking his arms backwards, leaving him tied up as the slime remained behind and hardened. It was powerful, strong as steel, and he was amazed at just how…useful, he supposed, it actually was.

[i]God…[/i]

Just thinking of a squad of kobolds trained in using slime like this was a horrifying thought. A half-decent commander could lead a squad of infiltrators with this and get them through who knew how many guards, all without actually killing them. Or…well, they could kill. He realized that the slime in the human’s mouth could easily be expanded to break the skull, or slide through the passages that allowed air through and block them. Silent kills, that, things that would barely leave a trace at the end of it when the slime was called back to the wielder.

Shivers. So many shivers.

Leeka must have heard the scuffle from a few caves down, because he came running. Lykus looked up to see the other kobolds overhead, each of them wielding their own magic in preparation. They stared, instead, seeing that he had already subdued the human.

“Get to Blessed!” Leeka said.

He agreed. Time to see what they would say.

#

The human was taken into the temple almost immediately, and the black and white Blessed that had stomped all over his face and cock the day before petted his head and called him good. He wished that he could have said that it was the most humiliating reward that he had ever received, but it wasn’t.

“You did good for us,” the Blessed said.

“Did…what I could…”

“And your power seems…better than expected.”

That was putting it mildly. He was sure that there were still things that he could accomplish with it that he hadn’t even thought of yet, but the idea of experimenting with it for the sake of his mission was the same as experimenting with it for the sake of the cult, and if they realized the sheer utilitarian options that this sort of magic offered, they would start giving it to more of the cult. They could become the cult of the slime dragon, which in and of itself sounded stupid, until you realized just what it could do.

It genuinely was a game-changer, and he didn’t want to think of an entire cult armed with that sort of thing.

At the same time, he groaned as the dragon praised him, particularly as the Blessed reached down and fondled the goo-ball that the resin cage had become around his cock. Every little poke and bounce made him shiver, his cock throbbing all the harder inside it.

“Mmmph…”

“It feels like this little ‘bold needs relief.”

“I…I…”

“Come here.”

He didn’t have much of a choice, and did as he was told, stepping closer to the dragon without complaint. The black and white dragon reached down a bit more firmly, getting a better grip around his cock and balls, pulling them forward and wobbling them around a bit more. He groaned at the sloshing feeling, and then –

“AH!”

He gasped out loud as he felt the slime start spinning, spiraling in there. His own pre-cum was turning into miniature tentacles that were stroking his cock all over, leaving him shivering from head to toe and gripping the dragon’s arm tightly, just trying to stay on his feet as his own pre-cum milked at him.

“Ah…ah…”

“That’s it…good-bold.”

“Nnngh.”

“Feels good?”

“V-very…”

“Then let it out…you did good, and deserve pleasure…”

The idea was a hot one, and his body was more than willing to go through with it, giving in to what the dragon asked. Yet…yet, at the same time, he wanted to…he wanted to have some choice in the –

The tentacles of slime started to slither over his shaft like tongues, particularly around the head of his cock. He all but screamed at that pleasure, thrusting his hips forward, humping through the mess of male juices inside. He whimpered, hopping from one foot to the other in a silly little dance as he felt the intense stimulation getting stronger and stronger.

“P-please…”

“Just let it out, little ‘bold.”

“Nnnngh…”

“Let…it…out…”

He leaned forward, gripping that bigger arm as the dragon smirked overhead. There was a cockiness there, something that was bigger, more dangerous, more powerful than him, and he didn’t know how to take that, how to handle that. The sheer power that the Blessed had, the way that the dragon wanted him to cum…

[i]Why, though?[/i]

There was no clear reason why the dragon would want him to cum and give up that desperation that had built up, yet, there was no reason why not, either. He just…He couldn’t think. There was no thinking when you were this pent up, when you were this needy. There was only the reality of giving in.

And give in he did, cumming hard and nearly blowing his own brains out through his balls in the process. He came, and he came, and he came, his cock swelling up, throbbing hard in the resin cage, so needy and desperate that he could barely contain himself as he kept squirting more and more, his new load becoming more tentacles around his cock, milking and teasing him further.

He was on the verge of passing out as he was milked for a second, and then a third orgasm, his balls feeling like they were trying to pull into his crotch to hide from the relentless pleasure that was going on, and the ball that hung from his dick had become something bigger than his head with how much cum had filled it. Gauthier would have completely collapsed if it wasn’t for the fact that the Blessed was keeping him upright with a hand between his legs.

“Ah…ah…”

He panted for breath, even as the tentacles went from actively stimulating to just teasing him. He whimpered, rolling sideways, and the dragon allowed him to fall over, landing on his side.

“Mmmph…”

He felt drained, but not quite dry. His balls were pulled in, but somehow, he felt like there was more down there, more that could come out. Was that the transformation, then? Was that something that was telling him that he couldn’t run out of kobold seed, that he would just feel more and more drained until the Blessed and the Honored were bored with him? The idea was both sexy and terrifying.

As he rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling of the underground ruins, he wondered if he would ever be able to get free of this. The pleasure, the control, the way that they were able to just dominate him without even trying: it was intoxicating, even though he didn’t want to admit it. Just submitting to that pleasure would take away all that self-hate, that self-loathing, the worry about whether he was going to get free.

And that was what the other kobolds had, he realized. They had given in, allowing themselves to be satisfied with the pleasure and nothing but the pleasure. That was why they were able to keep working, being happy being under the cult, because they were always getting that one thing that they wanted. Whether they were addicts or not, they were treating it like the thing that fixed them, that made their life good, and maybe, just maybe, that sort of thing was enough for them.

But it wasn’t for him. Not yet. Not now.

He looked at the Blessed. The black and white dragon was distracted, looking out at the rest of the city and not at him. Gauthier…Gauthier knew it was stupid, but he had to prove something. To himself, if to no-one else, he had to prove that he still had some fight left in him, and that he wasn’t just one of the dumb kobolds.

Without thinking any further on it, just so he didn’t convince himself to hold back, he thrust out one hand. A sliding, writhing tendril of green slime burst from his palm, slithered through the air like a striking snake –

And the Blessed caught it just a handful of inches away from his snout, without even looking. Gauthier stared, his eyes wide, and the Blessed slowly turned to look down at him. There was an indulgent smirk on his face, his eyes half-closed.

“Really? Did you actually think that was going to work?”

“I…I…”

“You are an ambitious one, aren’t you?”

“…”

“You don’t have to fake everything, little guy…not now.”

He let go of the slime spell, and it slithered back into his hand, disappearing into whatever magical reservoir had been given to him by the collar. The Blessed smiled at him, kneeling down beside him as he panted for breath.

“The Initiates like you were never given that much power. But you…you’re being smart about it, aren’t you?”

“…”

“You think that silence can keep your secret? Smart one?”

“…”

“You are different. And we both know it.”

That was the horrifying thing. Everything that he might have said to excuse himself, anything that he might come up with as a reason as to why he had attacked the Blessed, would just dig him further and further into the hole that he’d thrown himself into. Gauthier cursed himself for thinking that this would be anything but a punishable offense.

It would back to the conditioning chamber for him, back to that place of endless sounds and edging. He would be left there until there was truly nothing left of his mind but the loyalty that the cult asked for. He’d be trapped, lost, bound to that wall until he was a drooling mess like the other kobolds could be when the dragons flashed them so much as a hint of dragon dick or dragon sole.

[i]I’m doomed.[/i]

Gauthier lowered his head, waiting for his sentence to fall…only to hear the Blessed chuckle under his breath. The kobold lifted his head.

“What…what funny?”

“Heh…well, one, stop talking like that. I know that you’re smarter than the rest of them. Talk like I know you can.”

“…How did you find out?”

“You say a lot when you’re underfoot.”

“…”

“And for another, I could use you. A smart kobold, and perhaps, a smart Honored.”

The idea of being promoted in the cult was not something that had occurred to him, though perhaps it should have. If he was brought up a rank, that would mean that he had the chance to start looking around more. The temple would no longer be off-limits, though he would likely be under higher scrutiny.

But…it would also mean a greater transformation, losing more of his humanity, what little of it was left. And it would mean allowing himself to be indebted to one of the cult members, something that he was loathe to allow.

“Why would you do that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Heh…do you need a reason?”

“Yes.”

“You probably do, at that.” The Blessed shook his head, looking away from the ruined buildings that surrounded them and back at the temple that loomed over everything in the distance. “But the less you know, the more that you can keep to yourself. And the less chance that I’m screwed if you get caught by one of the others.”

“Ah.”

“You get it.”

Yes. There was a Blessed here that was doing something different. Which meant that there was division in the cult, which meant that there was something that this Blessed was doing that would get him in trouble if he was caught doing it, or caught planning it. Thus why he needed someone to help him out, and thus why Gauthier’s offense wasn’t being immediately punished.

They might have different reasons, but they were both more against the cult than for it, which was a big reason to work together, in his eyes.

“How long do I have to think about it?”

“Overnight,” the Blessed said. “I need an answer by morning.”

“…I’ll have one.”

“Good. Oh, and here.”

The Blessed gestured down at the slime bubble around his crotch, and Gauthier groaned as the whole thing suddenly emptied, venting itself down over his shrunken balls and dripping to the floor below. The resin tube clenched tightly around his cock, leaving him all too aware of how sensitive he was now.

“Mmmph…”

“That should help you think a little better overnight. Just remember, becoming an Honored gives you many benefits, and quite a few things that you might never get as a kobold. And I’m not [i]that[/i] bad a master, heh…”

The Blessed smirked at him again, almost like there was something that he should be remembering. What, however, he couldn’t fathom. There was just something familiar about it, something that maybe should have, could have tweaked a memory.

But nothing came. He just got up, walked away, and tried to put the offer into perspective.

[i]If I take it…[/i] He took a deep breath as he started the long journey back to the kobold beds. [i]If I take his offer, then he’s basically my master. No getting around that. But they’re all my masters now…[/i]

The difficult part would be finding a way to serve the group of masters and the new master without getting in trouble with either. He needed to make sure that he didn’t do anything stupid that would draw attention to the new arrangement, and he’d need to trust the Blessed to actually give him assignments that wouldn’t be stupid or dangerous enough to expose him. If this Blessed was smart enough to use him intelligently, then there was the possibility of the two of them getting…

Well, that was the hard part. He didn’t know what this Blessed actually wanted, and the damn dragon was being smart enough to keep his cards close to the chest. If Gauthier had known what the big guy wanted, then he would have had leverage, had something that he could have taken to the other Blessed for better treatment or something like that. But since he didn’t know anything, he was in the dark, unable to make clear decisions with all the information. It was like those times when he and Lykus had to go fulfill contracts that the wolf had taken on without checking with him first. They were always going in with less information and a hell of a lot of guesswork.

[i]Then again, those were also the best paying jobs…[/i]

He sighed as he reached the beds, finding a spot near the wall and pressing himself against it. He was more than likely going to get buried against the other kobolds, but at least if he was pressed against the wall, it would give him something to push against to climb his way out again. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around his middle, trying to stay as comfortable as possible as he closed his eyes.

[i]What do I do?[/i] he asked himself again, and he had no answer.

On the one hand, there was nothing that he could do as a kobold, as an Initiate. Sure, he had power now, but that Blessed had shown him just how weak that power was against someone with the real stuff. If he took the offer, he’d get some of that power, and access to the temple and Lykus, but then he’d be all but owned by the black and white Blessed. He could be exposed at any time.

God-damn it. God. Fucking. Damn. It.

[i]Tomorrow…tomorrow, you can decide.[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Gauthier explores some of the new powers of his collar, and finds them to be really useful…but not quite useful enough.

Tags: M/M, Tentacles, Magic, Slime, Tease, Size Difference, Fighting, Kobold, Human, Dragon, Cult, Fantasy, Series, Orgasm, Cum,