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They began with repurposing the brooms to sex toys, going so far as to jam them partway up their asses for a prostate massage while they swept. They would take the bells that they would ring to summon one another to different chambers and use them as dildos. Little ritual items would become blasphemic sex toys, rubbing along their cocks and down their balls. The candles, formerly used for holy purposes, would become plugs that they sat on during ‘meditations’, and it would vary from dragon to dragon whether the candles were lit or not depending on what they liked.\n\nAnd so it went, with each dragon falling further and further into that need for further pleasure, and with each one of them losing their focus save for the new six Precepts. Those, they remembered, and as the marks on their bodies spread, running out from the single crest over their groin to bands along the rest of their body, they began to trace the Precepts in.\n\nNathan was no different as he maintained his meditative slut-squat in the middle of the courtyard along with Brother Ethan, the High Abbot, and all the other dragons that were busily humming and moaning. They no longer touched their cocks to edge; they were so wound up that they merely had to clench their muscles and twitch their cocks upwards to get the pleasure that they wanted.\n\n“Mmmph…mmmph…”\n\nThe constant moans and grunts was a music that had replaced the evening throat singing and morning hums and synchronized breathing. It was its own rough song, something that drove the further towards pleasure, need, and further degradation.\n\n“Mmmph…ah…ah…”\n\nThey moaned together, and Nathan shivered as he felt the candle in his ass sliding just that bit deeper, the heat of a dragon’s body exerting itself on the candle and slowly melting it despite the lack of flames. He groaned, putting more of his weight on the balls of his feet as his cock swung up again.\n\n[i]The first…A Dragon Slut is used by others…[/i]\n\nHe traced his tail along his asshole, running it along the crest that was back there, a purple circle around his pucker that was constantly pulsing just as much as his inner walls were, begging for something inside of him. One hand crossed over to his left wrist, and he began the process of tracing around it.\n\n[i]The second…A Dragon Slut is wanton…[/i]\n\nHe huffed, puffing to himself as merely repeating the mantra was enough to bring some sense of greater restraint to his wrist. His hand fell hard against his leg, making him feel so heavy, so controlled, so…aroused. He reached over, touching the opposite wrist.\n\n[i]The third…A Dragon Slut…endures edging…[/i]\n\nOh, he had endured for days, now, bumping his excitement up more and more with each passing of the sun. He didn’t know how much longer he could endure, but he would.\n\nHe lifted his hands to his nipples, pressing his fingers to one, and then the other, drawing the tight ‘clamp’-like images around them.\n\n[i]The fourth…and fifth…A Dragon Slut is obsessed with denial. A Dragon Slut…A Dragon Slut is focused on the ultimate pleasure.[/i]\n\nThey were. Oh, they were.\n\nHe was so out of it, his balls swaying, so much heavier than they had been. He could feel them sagging, feel the weight of his seed inside making them feel so much heavier, fuller, and more…more stretched than they had ever been before. He didn’t have to look at his own to know that they were bigger; he just had to look at all the other dragons to know that they were all afflicted in the same way. Brother Ethan’s orbs had swollen to the point where they almost touched the ground between his toes, and the Abbot’s heavy, silver orbs actually did touch the ground, flattening against the stone.\n\nThey were all gasping for breath, panting, groping, teasing themselves –\n\n“Cease.”\n\nThe High Abbot’s command was for Brother Ethan, the blue dragon’s cock bobbing up and down like mad, the other dragon looking like he was about to start humping the air if he didn’t get some relief. Other monks reached over from either side, both pinching his cock and pulling his balls down until the frenzy faded.\n\nIt was what they had taken to doing for each other. Some of them had followed the Third better than others, but all of them had had at least a little difficulty keeping from cumming during this horrendous new bit of ‘training’ that they were under.\n\nAnd Nathan was sure that it was training of some sort. Who had mandated it, he didn’t know, but this felt like…orders. Despite the urges coming from within his own mind, despite wanting to follow them like no other orders or training that he had ever gone through, there was something about it that still felt like it came from someone else.\n\nWho?\n\nWhere?\n\nWhy?\n\nThose were questions that none of the dragons could answer, mostly because none of them cared for the answer for more than a few seconds before the need for pleasure overtook them again. They were lost to it, eager for more, trying to find that little bit that would allow them to go further, to find that ultimate pleasure.\n\nThe Sixth, however, still had to be said. Nathan brought his right hand to his throat, where the purple light had formed a collar around his neck several nights past. He rubbed the little blank space just below it, the spot where a tag might have hung on a normal collar, but for him – and all the others – it was still blank.\n\n[i]A Dragon Slut serves a Master.[/i]\n\nAnd it was the one Precept that they couldn’t follow. They didn’t have one, and they couldn’t leave the monastery to find one. They could only follow the Precepts as best they could inside the walls, going through the first five time and time again until they were on the verge of losing their minds.\n\nBrother Ethan moaned again, his head rolling back. His hips bucked, his ass spreading around the candle embedded inside him. He moaned, he whimpered, he begged in soft whispers.\n\n“Please, please, please. I need…I need it…I need to –”\n\n“Hold him.”\n\nThe Abbot’s calm voice belied the strain that the silver dragon was obviously under. While all of them had swollen to some degree, the older Grandfather had grown much larger than the rest of them. That mature shaft had gone from nine inches to nearly two feet, and it bobbed and throbbed with the authority of a scepter over the rest of them. The head was completely exposed, the foreskin peeled back and the tip purple with desperate urgency to cum.\n\nIt was a mess.\n\nIt was sexy.\n\nIt was completely out of control.\n\nThe rest of the monks obeyed the command, holding Ethan back and lifting him off the candle long enough for the urge to subside. The blue dragon whimpered, all but crying at the lack of stimulation, his cock veiny and bulging along the sides with excitement.\n\n“Please…I need…I need…I need…”\n\nThey all needed, and while Ethan was the one that was afflicted the worst, they were all going to end up like him if they didn’t find a master soon. The lack of one meant that the first five Precepts were all the more important to keep, and if they lost their self-control, they would be all but damned.\n\nBut they tried. They tried.\n\nThe throbbing, dripping, slimy meditation continued for nearly an hour before the great crack of the gates coming open filled the air. All eyes turned from the cocks around them to the gates, staring at the opening gap. Who could have come to the monastery? What was this interruption?\n\nHow could they have opened the sealed gates?\n\nNathan’s eyes went wide as he saw the black fur of the panther from so many days back. The sorcerer, the magician that had been the cause of all this had returned, and he came in a thick black cloak that he was already throwing off…\n\nAnd they all gasped at what they beheld.\n\n[i]Demon,[/i] some half-sober part of his mind that had been buried for weeks said. [i]Touched by…demons…[/i]\n\nThe panther stepped forward wearing nothing but a loincloth, his head tossed back with long locks of black hair running down over his shoulders. His eyes glowed with the same purple as the marks all over their bodies, and from his back sprouted purple tendrils, long and heavy and thick that dragged across the temple grounds. Once, Nathan knew, such things would have been burned and hurt on holy ground. The fact that they touched it with impunity told him that the monastery had lost that status.\n\nThe panther approached them, moving between the monks with a smile, his loincloth swaying with the flesh that lay beneath it as it bobbed back and forth. Nathan wanted to stand, at first, but one glance from the panther kept him on his knees. It felt…better, in a way. It felt [i]right[/i] to stay down.\n\nDown in his squat.\n\nImpaled.\n\nEdging.\n\nA good Dragon Slut.\n\nEventually, the dark-furred feline came to a stop between the various monks, chuckling to himself as he turned in a circle to look at them all. His glowing eyes rested on them, one after another, and as they did, the monks gasped, arching their backs, their cocks thrusting forward and oozing that little bit more. Nathan braced himself for the moment that the sorcerer looked at him –\n\nBut there was nothing that could have prepared him for the bliss that followed. His vision turned completely purple in that moment, and his body went almost limp inside despite the tension that filled him and made him sit up straight. Nevermind the fact that his cock was throbbing harder than it had ever done before, nevermind the fact that he was getting another inch to his cock as it flowed forward, throbbing, expanding, getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. None of that mattered.\n\nHe had a master.\n\nHe had a person that could tell him what to do.\n\nHe had someone to take control.\n\nNathan panted just like all the other dragons, and they mewled as the panther walked among them, bowing their heads and offering their light-collars around their neck to him. He would chuckle and move on, most of the time, but one dragon was lucky enough to be tapped, pulled out of line on all fours to join him. The panther kept walking around, eventually coming to Nathan.\n\nTap.\n\nIt was just a light tap on the back of his neck, but it was enough. He slid forward, popping off his candle to fall to all fours, his cock spitting pre-cum as he followed behind the demon panther. They kept walking, and he didn’t even glance at the other dragon monk that followed at his side.\n\nNo. Dragon Slut. They were all Dragon Sluts.\n\nThey came to Brother Ethan, and the panther tapped him, too. The blue dragon all but cried in relief as they were pulled to follow him to the center of the courtyard, all the other dragons still edging hands-free, making their cocks bob up and down to the beats of their hearts as they stared at the happenings before them.\n\n“Squat,” the panther said.\n\nNathan and his fellow Slut went into their squat again, while the panther gestured at the stones. They rose at his call, tendrils of purple pushing them up from below until they formed a chair. No, a throne. The panther sat on it, brushing his loincloth to the side and revealing a massive, thick shaft that was already peeling back around the head, the uncut rod rising up and offering quite the impaling tool for one brave enough to take it.\n\n“Sit.”\n\nBrother Ethan had the command, and he took it happily, thrusting his ass back against the panther’s lap. Before Nathan could be too envious, the tendrils coming out of the panther’s back slid down, one sliding right between his cheeks and –\n\n“AH!”\n\nThe red dragon arched his back, his mouth hanging open as he took that pleasurable implement as far as it would go. In, in, in, slithering so deep that the pressure on his prostate never stopped, curling, coiling, thrusting away like the toys and tools never could, curling and teasing him in a way that a dick could never quite manage. It was bliss, total, wonderful bliss that he had been needing for too long.\n\nNathan was as close to satisfaction as he had been in weeks.\n\nBut it was nothing compared to what he saw on Ethan’s face. The blue dragon looked like he had reached the gates of heaven itself as he pushed himself back on the panther’s cock, taking it right to the hilt time and time again as he bounced on that shaft. Despite being the bigger male, the dragon looked like he was broken in, shattered, completely dependent on the dick that had taken so much from him. He squatted on the panther’s legs, his toes curling against his furred thighs as he bounced away.\n\nUp.\n\nDown.\n\nUp.\n\nDown.\n\nThe clapping sounds of Ethan’s muscular ass cheeks slapping against the panther’s groin sent shivers through Nathan’s spine, making him pant all the more as the tentacle kept ravaging his asshole. Forcing its way in, slithering back out, only to push all the way back in again, each time forcing him a little further up on his toes until he was all but rocking on the thing. He panted as he was fucked, filled, teased, his prostate getting slammed over and over again as he felt the need to climax hitting him harder than ever.\n\nHe almost gave in, too, the urge to spill his seed so strong, but something held him back. Some small realization that didn’t even have words until he looked at Ethan again and saw that the blue dragon hadn’t cum, either.\n\nThey were being tested. They were being watched to see how well they held to the Third Precept: A Dragon Slut endures edging.\n\nSo, Nathan clenched down. He squeezed around the tentacle in his ass, and he panted as he focused on enduring. The purple light around his cock, a ring around the base as well as around his cock and balls as a whole, flared brightly, and he felt sure that his balls were slowly sagging under a greater weight. The wet sweat lines that ran down his back, between his wings and down to his cheeks, only made him feel all the more sensual beneath the bright light of pleasure.\n\nMore.\n\nMore.\n\nMore.\n\nThe other Dragon Slut was panting, in the same boat as him. Both their cocks swayed, flinging pre-cum around, a single long string running down as more flicked and spurted from the head. They were a mess, dripping and messy, looking more like the sluts that one would pick up off the streets than any dignified dragon that they should have found here in the monastery, but neither of them cared.\n\nHold to the Third, he told himself. Hold to the Third.\n\nHe was managing it, if only barely, but Ethan kept being stopped. The blue dragon whimpered, almost screaming, begging for the right to cum.\n\n“I need it! I NEED IT!”\n\n“Not yet,” the panther said in his smooth voice.\n\n“I need it, please, please, please, just – let me – let me –”\n\n“Remember the Sixth.”\n\n“A Dragon Slut serves a Master!” Ethan shouted at the top of his lungs. “But I don’t have –”\n\n“You do now.”\n\nNathan gasped. Had…was the panther saying…\n\nThe black-furred demon sorcerer turned to a floating purple ball at his side, chuckling as the blue dragon helplessly humped his hips back against his cock again and again. He nodded at the dragons.\n\n“What do you think? I told you that they’d break,” the panther said.\n\n“Yes…they’re…obviously no longer in control,” a voice that was almost familiar said. “You believe that they will follow orders?”\n\n“They crave a master.”\n\n“Yes…that one does, at least.”\n\n“Look around. Look at their collars.”\n\n“…There’s something missing.”\n\n“Yes,” the panther said, showing no signs of the pleasure that he should have been feeling as Ethan all but battered himself into oblivion as he bobbed his hips back and forth against that cock. “The name of their master, their owner. Once that hangs from their neck, they will never forget who owns them.”\n\nOwns them.\n\nCommands them.\n\nUses them.\n\nThe thought should have been horrifying to him, but instead, he felt like he was almost where he belonged. The idea of having someone telling him what to do, telling him when he had suffered and endured long enough, was heavenly. All he had to do…all he had to do was accept that name, right?\n\nAnd endure it.\n\nEndure it until he was allowed to –\n\n“Ah…ah…ah…”\n\nBut he was so close now. He whimpered, lowering his head, all but going to all fours as he felt the desire nearly overcoming him. Nathan didn’t know how he hadn’t exploded already, his body on fire, wet and dripping, his muscles tensing and tightening. Only the sheer slickness of his scales allowed that tentacle to keep sliding through, battering at his prostate with every thrust, slicking him up like he was some oiled-up dancer rather than a warrior.\n\nIn.\n\nOut.\n\nIn.\n\nOut.\n\n“PLEASE!” Ethan screamed. “Just let me –”\n\nThe soft ‘ulk’ that interrupted his shouting had to be a tentacle going down his throat, and when he looked over his shoulder, he saw that his guess was right. The blue dragon was gagged, his throat bulging from the tentacle forced down it, and his eyes were wide as they could be. He rode that cock, still, but there was something else.\n\nOne of the other tendrils, the last obvious one sticking out of the panther’s back, went down to Ethan’s shaft. It slathered it with purple slime, and the dragon’s eyes rolled back in their sockets, completely purple, no longer even hinting at an iris or pupil under it. The purple slime soaked into that shaft, sinking deeper and deeper until there was nothing but that ooze over it, no hint of the former flesh patterns, no sign of the other details that one might have once seen.\n\n“Mmmph! MMPH!”\n\n“Bad dragons are punished…”\n\n“NNNGH!”\n\nThe Dragon Slut that had been filled with a tentacle as well arched his back, spewing his seed all over the cobblestones. The panther turned, shaking his head, bringing the slime down to the other dragon’s shaft, as well.\n\n“Punished, to be held chaste until they can master the Third.”\n\nHeld chaste. 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He would have thought that it made all the more sense that a sorcerer had been hired to break them, and, and, and –\n\nThere was no space in his head for and. There was only space for no. No orgasm. No orgasm. No orgasm.\n\nThe pleasure, the thrusting, the slick, wet, slimy feeling of his ass being invaded and stuffed full of a tentacle kept pushing back into his head, making him think about just how good it felt to be utterly stuffed full. He wanted more, wanted real cock, but at the same time, the constant denial only meant that the pleasure kept going higher.\n\nThe Fourth and Fifth Precept – to be obsessed with denial and to seek the ultimate pleasure – were his ally as much as the Third. He moaned as wantonly as any slut that had mastered the Second Precept did, and his body was as open for use as any that had taken the First Precept as their core value could have done. He was taken, fucked, broken open by that tentacle until his donut of a hole spasmed like mad, clenching on something that was barely big enough for it while asking for more.\n\nBut, he did not cum.\n\nHe wasn’t sure how long that lasted. Minutes, probably, but the pleasure just kept going on, and on, and on. Every time that he was sure it was going to stop, he felt that tendril go in just a bit deeper, or felt a new one rubbing around his rim while the first kept fucking him.\n\nIn.\n\nOut.\n\nIn.\n\nOut.\n\nHe was a mess, his body drenched, his eyes rolled back. He saw nothing but purple, felt nothing but tentacles, was nothing but a dripping, horny, needy Dragon Slut.\n\nAnd then…\n\nIt stopped.\n\n“Very good,” Walter said, the tentacles withdrawing. “You [i]are[/i] a proper Dragon Slut.”\n\nNathan had no answer for the panther. He couldn’t even pull himself upright to talk about it, or address it. He just laid there, his head flat against the ground, his breath coming through in ragged huffs as he whimpered in utter need.\n\nThe tentacles turned him around, picking him up and dangling him from his wrists. The sorcerer looked up at him with a smile on his face as he leaned on one fist. Walter looked him up and down, shaking his head.\n\n“You really have gone through hell, haven’t you, Slut?”\n\n“Mmph…”\n\n“How many days has it been?”\n\n“…Twenty-three.”\n\n“Twenty-three. And you’ve been edging every day?”\n\nHe nodded. Talking was hard.\n\n“Your pleasure will be a true boon for the king.” Walter chuckled to himself, leaning back on the throne and folding his hands together. “Do you know why he wants you and yours in his army?”\n\n“We…fight…”\n\n“Yes, you do. But dragons are more than just their muscles. They are nature, they are potency…and they drip that potency…” Walter chuckled. “There will be no more wasting that power. Instead, all Dragon Sluts like you will store it up, brew it strong, and then, when the time is right? Well…people like me will come to take it from you. To milk it out, and ensure that all that power goes to someone – or something – that will use it…properly.”\n\nNathan groaned as the tentacles brought him closer, the panther stroking a finger along the bottom of his shaft. Oh, he felt like a mess, a nasty, dripping mess. His cock was soaked with his own juices, from today and from the last three days after the monastery as a whole had just gotten too lost in pleasure to keep washing it all off as often as they should. They tried, but there was so much, dripping all the time, that it was impossible to get it all.\n\nHe wanted to show it off.\n\nHe wanted to be ashamed.\n\nHe was lost.\n\n“You want to cum it all out, don’t you?” Walter asked.\n\n“Nnngh…I do…”\n\n“But you’ve been good.”\n\n“Mm-hmm.”\n\n“And for that…you will be rewarded.”\n\nThe panther reached up, touching his collar. The light flared around it, and Nathan moaned as he felt something change in the spell, some new attachment dangling down. While the collar was light and impossible to shift, the tag was solid, hanging against his scales, tapping against them with a reminder – a constant reminder – that someone had taken possession of him. From this moment on, he was little more than property, something to be claimed by whoever’s name was on the tag.\n\n“Kneel.”\n\nDropped from the tentacles, he stared up at the panther. The feline looked smug, as most felines did, and he had his head tilted back in the most teasing, disdainful expression that Nathan had ever seen on a mortal. He did not know if he looked into a demon’s eyes, then, or if he was still staring at a mortal that had been so utterly corrupted by demons as to make no difference. All he knew was that he stared at the man who, if he were not master, spoke for the one who was.\n\n“Take your cock in hand, Dragon Slut.”\n\nHe did, gripping it at the base and giving it a few experimental strokes. It was so sensitive that he almost blew right then and there, his teeth clenching so hard, his tail going so high.\n\n“Stroke.”\n\nNathan did, hissing every time that he brought his foreskin past his cock head and then brought it back down again. Everything was so wet, so sensitive, so desperate for release, and he stared at the panther’s cock, at his balls, at anything that he might be demanded to service for the right to –\n\n“Keep going. You will release when I tell you to. No sooner.”\n\n“Y-yes, sir.”\n\n“Keep stroking.”\n\nStroke, stroke, stroke. Each little tug was driving him mad, leaving him all but humping his hand as he felt the sheer bliss rising up. His balls were so full, churning away, his mouth hanging open, his breath catching in his throat more often than not. Drool ran down the sides of his muzzle as he realized how close he was, the ultimate bliss feeling like it was his. Already, it was better than he had ever felt, and yet, he felt like it could almost go higher, further.\n\nHe almost didn’t want to be told to cum.\n\nHe dreaded being told not to.\n\nEvery few seconds, he would look up again, his eyes wide and uncertain, but the order never changed. Stroke. His hand all but flew along his cock, his breath coming faster and faster as he kept staring at the sorcerer. Stroke. His balls were bouncing, his breath coming faster, his eyes closed to slits as he felt something like the desperation that Ethan must have been feeling.\n\nAnd yet, he was so out of his own head, so lost to the desperate need to keep it continuing, that he didn’t care. All that fear, all that worry about losing it, didn’t matter anymore. He fell into a groove of sorts, finding that one place where he could ride the razor’s edge perpetually. He kept stroking, kept pulling, teasing, dragging his hand along his cock, oozing pre-cum, soaking his hand, doing everything that he was told.\n\nHe was good.\n\nHe was edging.\n\nHe endured, embraced all of the six Precepts of being a good Dragon Slut.\n\n“Cum.”\n\nThe order struck through the haze, and for the first time since entering the monastery, for the first time in years, Nathan didn’t just cum. He [i]roared.[/i]\n\nThe feral sound ripped through the monastery walls, echoing off the living scales that surrounded them as he came, spilling his seed over the throne, down the panther’s legs, over his bare feet. Shot after shot after shot of the white stuff blew out, and it just kept coming, splattering the stone, running in rivers down it, and he couldn’t stop touching himself, cumming over and over and over. His balls were pulled up tight, his eyes were rolled back, and he was all but foaming at the mouth as the sensation of climax rolled over him.\n\nIt went on…and on…and he felt as if he would pass out before his orgasm was done. He nearly did, holding out by the skin of his teeth before the pleasure was done. It crashed immediately afterward, and he slumped forward, resting on the panther’s thighs.\n\n“There. Now…how do you feel?”\n\n“…Needy…want…”\n\n“Want it back again?”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Good. Go back to your candle and edge. Soon, the good Sluts will be milked, and the bad ones will be trained.”\n\nNathan nodded, having to crawl back to his place. He was barely conscious as he pushed his ass back against the toy, but he was aware enough of his surroundings to notice two things.\n\nThe first was that Ethan and the other failed Slut were back on their dildos, but no matter how much they stroked and fucked themselves, they could not cum. They had failed their precept and their Master, and that meant that their cocks were sealed, their orgasms stopped up, until they had learned their lesson.\n\nThe second was that his tag against his chest wasn’t one-sided. On the front, it showed a glyph over the face of King Claudius, marking him as property of the king. On the back – something that he could only barely see – was a secondary glyph, and that one covered a panther’s face.\n\nHe was owned by two people, one publicly, one privately. He wondered, distantly, what that would mean in the future. And then, as he rolled his hips back against the candle dildo, he stopped thinking. No point in it for now, not when the ultimate bliss was now so much further away. He needed to edge much more to get close to it again.\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]",
"description_bbcode_parsed": "Art by Hyenaface Story by me, Draconicon Commissioned by justacritic
Nathan and the others have been fully corrupted, and the source of said corruption comes to take their prize.
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The Enlightenment of the Monastery Chapter 3 For justacritic By Draconicon
Days passed, and the corruption – for that was what it was, even in the dullest of the monks’ minds – finally settled in. Not a day went by that wasn’t filled with some sort of debauchery, though they always kept to the new third Precept: A Dragon Slut endures edging. There was never to be a climax, no matter how much one’s balls ached, no matter how desperate the situation became. They were always, always, always to hold back and allow the hum of pleasure in their balls to continue.
Yet, as the days went on, the dragons started to find new things to do to keep themselves occupied. They began with repurposing the brooms to sex toys, going so far as to jam them partway up their asses for a prostate massage while they swept. They would take the bells that they would ring to summon one another to different chambers and use them as dildos. Little ritual items would become blasphemic sex toys, rubbing along their cocks and down their balls. The candles, formerly used for holy purposes, would become plugs that they sat on during ‘meditations’, and it would vary from dragon to dragon whether the candles were lit or not depending on what they liked.
And so it went, with each dragon falling further and further into that need for further pleasure, and with each one of them losing their focus save for the new six Precepts. Those, they remembered, and as the marks on their bodies spread, running out from the single crest over their groin to bands along the rest of their body, they began to trace the Precepts in.
Nathan was no different as he maintained his meditative slut-squat in the middle of the courtyard along with Brother Ethan, the High Abbot, and all the other dragons that were busily humming and moaning. They no longer touched their cocks to edge; they were so wound up that they merely had to clench their muscles and twitch their cocks upwards to get the pleasure that they wanted.
“Mmmph…mmmph…”
The constant moans and grunts was a music that had replaced the evening throat singing and morning hums and synchronized breathing. It was its own rough song, something that drove the further towards pleasure, need, and further degradation.
“Mmmph…ah…ah…”
They moaned together, and Nathan shivered as he felt the candle in his ass sliding just that bit deeper, the heat of a dragon’s body exerting itself on the candle and slowly melting it despite the lack of flames. He groaned, putting more of his weight on the balls of his feet as his cock swung up again.
The first…A Dragon Slut is used by others…
He traced his tail along his asshole, running it along the crest that was back there, a purple circle around his pucker that was constantly pulsing just as much as his inner walls were, begging for something inside of him. One hand crossed over to his left wrist, and he began the process of tracing around it.
The second…A Dragon Slut is wanton…
He huffed, puffing to himself as merely repeating the mantra was enough to bring some sense of greater restraint to his wrist. His hand fell hard against his leg, making him feel so heavy, so controlled, so…aroused. He reached over, touching the opposite wrist.
The third…A Dragon Slut…endures edging…
Oh, he had endured for days, now, bumping his excitement up more and more with each passing of the sun. He didn’t know how much longer he could endure, but he would.
He lifted his hands to his nipples, pressing his fingers to one, and then the other, drawing the tight ‘clamp’-like images around them.
The fourth…and fifth…A Dragon Slut is obsessed with denial. A Dragon Slut…A Dragon Slut is focused on the ultimate pleasure.
They were. Oh, they were.
He was so out of it, his balls swaying, so much heavier than they had been. He could feel them sagging, feel the weight of his seed inside making them feel so much heavier, fuller, and more…more stretched than they had ever been before. He didn’t have to look at his own to know that they were bigger; he just had to look at all the other dragons to know that they were all afflicted in the same way. Brother Ethan’s orbs had swollen to the point where they almost touched the ground between his toes, and the Abbot’s heavy, silver orbs actually did touch the ground, flattening against the stone.
They were all gasping for breath, panting, groping, teasing themselves –
“Cease.”
The High Abbot’s command was for Brother Ethan, the blue dragon’s cock bobbing up and down like mad, the other dragon looking like he was about to start humping the air if he didn’t get some relief. Other monks reached over from either side, both pinching his cock and pulling his balls down until the frenzy faded.
It was what they had taken to doing for each other. Some of them had followed the Third better than others, but all of them had had at least a little difficulty keeping from cumming during this horrendous new bit of ‘training’ that they were under.
And Nathan was sure that it was training of some sort. Who had mandated it, he didn’t know, but this felt like…orders. Despite the urges coming from within his own mind, despite wanting to follow them like no other orders or training that he had ever gone through, there was something about it that still felt like it came from someone else.
Who?
Where?
Why?
Those were questions that none of the dragons could answer, mostly because none of them cared for the answer for more than a few seconds before the need for pleasure overtook them again. They were lost to it, eager for more, trying to find that little bit that would allow them to go further, to find that ultimate pleasure.
The Sixth, however, still had to be said. Nathan brought his right hand to his throat, where the purple light had formed a collar around his neck several nights past. He rubbed the little blank space just below it, the spot where a tag might have hung on a normal collar, but for him – and all the others – it was still blank.
A Dragon Slut serves a Master.
And it was the one Precept that they couldn’t follow. They didn’t have one, and they couldn’t leave the monastery to find one. They could only follow the Precepts as best they could inside the walls, going through the first five time and time again until they were on the verge of losing their minds.
Brother Ethan moaned again, his head rolling back. His hips bucked, his ass spreading around the candle embedded inside him. He moaned, he whimpered, he begged in soft whispers.
“Please, please, please. I need…I need it…I need to –”
“Hold him.”
The Abbot’s calm voice belied the strain that the silver dragon was obviously under. While all of them had swollen to some degree, the older Grandfather had grown much larger than the rest of them. That mature shaft had gone from nine inches to nearly two feet, and it bobbed and throbbed with the authority of a scepter over the rest of them. The head was completely exposed, the foreskin peeled back and the tip purple with desperate urgency to cum.
It was a mess.
It was sexy.
It was completely out of control.
The rest of the monks obeyed the command, holding Ethan back and lifting him off the candle long enough for the urge to subside. The blue dragon whimpered, all but crying at the lack of stimulation, his cock veiny and bulging along the sides with excitement.
“Please…I need…I need…I need…”
They all needed, and while Ethan was the one that was afflicted the worst, they were all going to end up like him if they didn’t find a master soon. The lack of one meant that the first five Precepts were all the more important to keep, and if they lost their self-control, they would be all but damned.
But they tried. They tried.
The throbbing, dripping, slimy meditation continued for nearly an hour before the great crack of the gates coming open filled the air. All eyes turned from the cocks around them to the gates, staring at the opening gap. Who could have come to the monastery? What was this interruption?
How could they have opened the sealed gates?
Nathan’s eyes went wide as he saw the black fur of the panther from so many days back. The sorcerer, the magician that had been the cause of all this had returned, and he came in a thick black cloak that he was already throwing off…
And they all gasped at what they beheld.
Demon, some half-sober part of his mind that had been buried for weeks said. Touched by…demons…
The panther stepped forward wearing nothing but a loincloth, his head tossed back with long locks of black hair running down over his shoulders. His eyes glowed with the same purple as the marks all over their bodies, and from his back sprouted purple tendrils, long and heavy and thick that dragged across the temple grounds. Once, Nathan knew, such things would have been burned and hurt on holy ground. The fact that they touched it with impunity told him that the monastery had lost that status.
The panther approached them, moving between the monks with a smile, his loincloth swaying with the flesh that lay beneath it as it bobbed back and forth. Nathan wanted to stand, at first, but one glance from the panther kept him on his knees. It felt…better, in a way. It felt right to stay down.
Down in his squat.
Impaled.
Edging.
A good Dragon Slut.
Eventually, the dark-furred feline came to a stop between the various monks, chuckling to himself as he turned in a circle to look at them all. His glowing eyes rested on them, one after another, and as they did, the monks gasped, arching their backs, their cocks thrusting forward and oozing that little bit more. Nathan braced himself for the moment that the sorcerer looked at him –
But there was nothing that could have prepared him for the bliss that followed. His vision turned completely purple in that moment, and his body went almost limp inside despite the tension that filled him and made him sit up straight. Nevermind the fact that his cock was throbbing harder than it had ever done before, nevermind the fact that he was getting another inch to his cock as it flowed forward, throbbing, expanding, getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger. None of that mattered.
He had a master.
He had a person that could tell him what to do.
He had someone to take control.
Nathan panted just like all the other dragons, and they mewled as the panther walked among them, bowing their heads and offering their light-collars around their neck to him. He would chuckle and move on, most of the time, but one dragon was lucky enough to be tapped, pulled out of line on all fours to join him. The panther kept walking around, eventually coming to Nathan.
Tap.
It was just a light tap on the back of his neck, but it was enough. He slid forward, popping off his candle to fall to all fours, his cock spitting pre-cum as he followed behind the demon panther. They kept walking, and he didn’t even glance at the other dragon monk that followed at his side.
No. Dragon Slut. They were all Dragon Sluts.
They came to Brother Ethan, and the panther tapped him, too. The blue dragon all but cried in relief as they were pulled to follow him to the center of the courtyard, all the other dragons still edging hands-free, making their cocks bob up and down to the beats of their hearts as they stared at the happenings before them.
“Squat,” the panther said.
Nathan and his fellow Slut went into their squat again, while the panther gestured at the stones. They rose at his call, tendrils of purple pushing them up from below until they formed a chair. No, a throne. The panther sat on it, brushing his loincloth to the side and revealing a massive, thick shaft that was already peeling back around the head, the uncut rod rising up and offering quite the impaling tool for one brave enough to take it.
“Sit.”
Brother Ethan had the command, and he took it happily, thrusting his ass back against the panther’s lap. Before Nathan could be too envious, the tendrils coming out of the panther’s back slid down, one sliding right between his cheeks and –
“AH!”
The red dragon arched his back, his mouth hanging open as he took that pleasurable implement as far as it would go. In, in, in, slithering so deep that the pressure on his prostate never stopped, curling, coiling, thrusting away like the toys and tools never could, curling and teasing him in a way that a dick could never quite manage. It was bliss, total, wonderful bliss that he had been needing for too long.
Nathan was as close to satisfaction as he had been in weeks.
But it was nothing compared to what he saw on Ethan’s face. The blue dragon looked like he had reached the gates of heaven itself as he pushed himself back on the panther’s cock, taking it right to the hilt time and time again as he bounced on that shaft. Despite being the bigger male, the dragon looked like he was broken in, shattered, completely dependent on the dick that had taken so much from him. He squatted on the panther’s legs, his toes curling against his furred thighs as he bounced away.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
The clapping sounds of Ethan’s muscular ass cheeks slapping against the panther’s groin sent shivers through Nathan’s spine, making him pant all the more as the tentacle kept ravaging his asshole. Forcing its way in, slithering back out, only to push all the way back in again, each time forcing him a little further up on his toes until he was all but rocking on the thing. He panted as he was fucked, filled, teased, his prostate getting slammed over and over again as he felt the need to climax hitting him harder than ever.
He almost gave in, too, the urge to spill his seed so strong, but something held him back. Some small realization that didn’t even have words until he looked at Ethan again and saw that the blue dragon hadn’t cum, either.
They were being tested. They were being watched to see how well they held to the Third Precept: A Dragon Slut endures edging.
So, Nathan clenched down. He squeezed around the tentacle in his ass, and he panted as he focused on enduring. The purple light around his cock, a ring around the base as well as around his cock and balls as a whole, flared brightly, and he felt sure that his balls were slowly sagging under a greater weight. The wet sweat lines that ran down his back, between his wings and down to his cheeks, only made him feel all the more sensual beneath the bright light of pleasure.
More.
More.
More.
The other Dragon Slut was panting, in the same boat as him. Both their cocks swayed, flinging pre-cum around, a single long string running down as more flicked and spurted from the head. They were a mess, dripping and messy, looking more like the sluts that one would pick up off the streets than any dignified dragon that they should have found here in the monastery, but neither of them cared.
Hold to the Third, he told himself. Hold to the Third.
He was managing it, if only barely, but Ethan kept being stopped. The blue dragon whimpered, almost screaming, begging for the right to cum.
“I need it! I NEED IT!”
“Not yet,” the panther said in his smooth voice.
“I need it, please, please, please, just – let me – let me –”
“Remember the Sixth.”
“A Dragon Slut serves a Master!” Ethan shouted at the top of his lungs. “But I don’t have –”
“You do now.”
Nathan gasped. Had…was the panther saying…
The black-furred demon sorcerer turned to a floating purple ball at his side, chuckling as the blue dragon helplessly humped his hips back against his cock again and again. He nodded at the dragons.
“What do you think? I told you that they’d break,” the panther said.
“Yes…they’re…obviously no longer in control,” a voice that was almost familiar said. “You believe that they will follow orders?”
“They crave a master.”
“Yes…that one does, at least.”
“Look around. Look at their collars.”
“…There’s something missing.”
“Yes,” the panther said, showing no signs of the pleasure that he should have been feeling as Ethan all but battered himself into oblivion as he bobbed his hips back and forth against that cock. “The name of their master, their owner. Once that hangs from their neck, they will never forget who owns them.”
Owns them.
Commands them.
Uses them.
The thought should have been horrifying to him, but instead, he felt like he was almost where he belonged. The idea of having someone telling him what to do, telling him when he had suffered and endured long enough, was heavenly. All he had to do…all he had to do was accept that name, right?
And endure it.
Endure it until he was allowed to –
“Ah…ah…ah…”
But he was so close now. He whimpered, lowering his head, all but going to all fours as he felt the desire nearly overcoming him. Nathan didn’t know how he hadn’t exploded already, his body on fire, wet and dripping, his muscles tensing and tightening. Only the sheer slickness of his scales allowed that tentacle to keep sliding through, battering at his prostate with every thrust, slicking him up like he was some oiled-up dancer rather than a warrior.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
“PLEASE!” Ethan screamed. “Just let me –”
The soft ‘ulk’ that interrupted his shouting had to be a tentacle going down his throat, and when he looked over his shoulder, he saw that his guess was right. The blue dragon was gagged, his throat bulging from the tentacle forced down it, and his eyes were wide as they could be. He rode that cock, still, but there was something else.
One of the other tendrils, the last obvious one sticking out of the panther’s back, went down to Ethan’s shaft. It slathered it with purple slime, and the dragon’s eyes rolled back in their sockets, completely purple, no longer even hinting at an iris or pupil under it. The purple slime soaked into that shaft, sinking deeper and deeper until there was nothing but that ooze over it, no hint of the former flesh patterns, no sign of the other details that one might have once seen.
“Mmmph! MMPH!”
“Bad dragons are punished…”
“NNNGH!”
The Dragon Slut that had been filled with a tentacle as well arched his back, spewing his seed all over the cobblestones. The panther turned, shaking his head, bringing the slime down to the other dragon’s shaft, as well.
“Punished, to be held chaste until they can master the Third.”
Held chaste. Nathan panted as he watched the slime tighten ever harder around Ethan’s and the other dragon’s cocks, becoming sheaths of pink slime that were no different to their skin, just smoother, flatter, making their cocks look almost more like tools or toys. It was as if they had lost their own connection to their own bodies, as if that was no longer a part of them, just a possession of their master’s to be used as he saw fit.
The thought was enough to leave him shaking, and he barely held onto his own orgasm as he laid there.
“…Collar them properly, Walter,” the voice from the pink bubble said. “And make sure that any that disobey –”
“Of course, Your Majesty. You can trust me.”
Majesty.
Claudius.
The lion that had always wanted them as part of his army. That made so much sense, or it would have if he hadn’t been completely focused on just not cumming at that point. He would have thought that it made all the more sense that a sorcerer had been hired to break them, and, and, and –
There was no space in his head for and. There was only space for no. No orgasm. No orgasm. No orgasm.
The pleasure, the thrusting, the slick, wet, slimy feeling of his ass being invaded and stuffed full of a tentacle kept pushing back into his head, making him think about just how good it felt to be utterly stuffed full. He wanted more, wanted real cock, but at the same time, the constant denial only meant that the pleasure kept going higher.
The Fourth and Fifth Precept – to be obsessed with denial and to seek the ultimate pleasure – were his ally as much as the Third. He moaned as wantonly as any slut that had mastered the Second Precept did, and his body was as open for use as any that had taken the First Precept as their core value could have done. He was taken, fucked, broken open by that tentacle until his donut of a hole spasmed like mad, clenching on something that was barely big enough for it while asking for more.
But, he did not cum.
He wasn’t sure how long that lasted. Minutes, probably, but the pleasure just kept going on, and on, and on. Every time that he was sure it was going to stop, he felt that tendril go in just a bit deeper, or felt a new one rubbing around his rim while the first kept fucking him.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
He was a mess, his body drenched, his eyes rolled back. He saw nothing but purple, felt nothing but tentacles, was nothing but a dripping, horny, needy Dragon Slut.
And then…
It stopped.
“Very good,” Walter said, the tentacles withdrawing. “You are a proper Dragon Slut.”
Nathan had no answer for the panther. He couldn’t even pull himself upright to talk about it, or address it. He just laid there, his head flat against the ground, his breath coming through in ragged huffs as he whimpered in utter need.
The tentacles turned him around, picking him up and dangling him from his wrists. The sorcerer looked up at him with a smile on his face as he leaned on one fist. Walter looked him up and down, shaking his head.
“You really have gone through hell, haven’t you, Slut?”
“Mmph…”
“How many days has it been?”
“…Twenty-three.”
“Twenty-three. And you’ve been edging every day?”
He nodded. Talking was hard.
“Your pleasure will be a true boon for the king.” Walter chuckled to himself, leaning back on the throne and folding his hands together. “Do you know why he wants you and yours in his army?”
“We…fight…”
“Yes, you do. But dragons are more than just their muscles. They are nature, they are potency…and they drip that potency…” Walter chuckled. “There will be no more wasting that power. Instead, all Dragon Sluts like you will store it up, brew it strong, and then, when the time is right? Well…people like me will come to take it from you. To milk it out, and ensure that all that power goes to someone – or something – that will use it…properly.”
Nathan groaned as the tentacles brought him closer, the panther stroking a finger along the bottom of his shaft. Oh, he felt like a mess, a nasty, dripping mess. His cock was soaked with his own juices, from today and from the last three days after the monastery as a whole had just gotten too lost in pleasure to keep washing it all off as often as they should. They tried, but there was so much, dripping all the time, that it was impossible to get it all.
He wanted to show it off.
He wanted to be ashamed.
He was lost.
“You want to cum it all out, don’t you?” Walter asked.
“Nnngh…I do…”
“But you’ve been good.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And for that…you will be rewarded.”
The panther reached up, touching his collar. The light flared around it, and Nathan moaned as he felt something change in the spell, some new attachment dangling down. While the collar was light and impossible to shift, the tag was solid, hanging against his scales, tapping against them with a reminder – a constant reminder – that someone had taken possession of him. From this moment on, he was little more than property, something to be claimed by whoever’s name was on the tag.
“Kneel.”
Dropped from the tentacles, he stared up at the panther. The feline looked smug, as most felines did, and he had his head tilted back in the most teasing, disdainful expression that Nathan had ever seen on a mortal. He did not know if he looked into a demon’s eyes, then, or if he was still staring at a mortal that had been so utterly corrupted by demons as to make no difference. All he knew was that he stared at the man who, if he were not master, spoke for the one who was.
“Take your cock in hand, Dragon Slut.”
He did, gripping it at the base and giving it a few experimental strokes. It was so sensitive that he almost blew right then and there, his teeth clenching so hard, his tail going so high.
“Stroke.”
Nathan did, hissing every time that he brought his foreskin past his cock head and then brought it back down again. Everything was so wet, so sensitive, so desperate for release, and he stared at the panther’s cock, at his balls, at anything that he might be demanded to service for the right to –
“Keep going. You will release when I tell you to. No sooner.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Keep stroking.”
Stroke, stroke, stroke. Each little tug was driving him mad, leaving him all but humping his hand as he felt the sheer bliss rising up. His balls were so full, churning away, his mouth hanging open, his breath catching in his throat more often than not. Drool ran down the sides of his muzzle as he realized how close he was, the ultimate bliss feeling like it was his. Already, it was better than he had ever felt, and yet, he felt like it could almost go higher, further.
He almost didn’t want to be told to cum.
He dreaded being told not to.
Every few seconds, he would look up again, his eyes wide and uncertain, but the order never changed. Stroke. His hand all but flew along his cock, his breath coming faster and faster as he kept staring at the sorcerer. Stroke. His balls were bouncing, his breath coming faster, his eyes closed to slits as he felt something like the desperation that Ethan must have been feeling.
And yet, he was so out of his own head, so lost to the desperate need to keep it continuing, that he didn’t care. All that fear, all that worry about losing it, didn’t matter anymore. He fell into a groove of sorts, finding that one place where he could ride the razor’s edge perpetually. He kept stroking, kept pulling, teasing, dragging his hand along his cock, oozing pre-cum, soaking his hand, doing everything that he was told.
He was good.
He was edging.
He endured, embraced all of the six Precepts of being a good Dragon Slut.
“Cum.”
The order struck through the haze, and for the first time since entering the monastery, for the first time in years, Nathan didn’t just cum. He roared.
The feral sound ripped through the monastery walls, echoing off the living scales that surrounded them as he came, spilling his seed over the throne, down the panther’s legs, over his bare feet. Shot after shot after shot of the white stuff blew out, and it just kept coming, splattering the stone, running in rivers down it, and he couldn’t stop touching himself, cumming over and over and over. His balls were pulled up tight, his eyes were rolled back, and he was all but foaming at the mouth as the sensation of climax rolled over him.
It went on…and on…and he felt as if he would pass out before his orgasm was done. He nearly did, holding out by the skin of his teeth before the pleasure was done. It crashed immediately afterward, and he slumped forward, resting on the panther’s thighs.
“There. Now…how do you feel?”
“…Needy…want…”
“Want it back again?”
“Mmmph…”
“Good. Go back to your candle and edge. Soon, the good Sluts will be milked, and the bad ones will be trained.”
Nathan nodded, having to crawl back to his place. He was barely conscious as he pushed his ass back against the toy, but he was aware enough of his surroundings to notice two things.
The first was that Ethan and the other failed Slut were back on their dildos, but no matter how much they stroked and fucked themselves, they could not cum. They had failed their precept and their Master, and that meant that their cocks were sealed, their orgasms stopped up, until they had learned their lesson.
The second was that his tag against his chest wasn’t one-sided. On the front, it showed a glyph over the face of King Claudius, marking him as property of the king. On the back – something that he could only barely see – was a secondary glyph, and that one covered a panther’s face.
He was owned by two people, one publicly, one privately. He wondered, distantly, what that would mean in the future. And then, as he rolled his hips back against the candle dildo, he stopped thinking. No point in it for now, not when the ultimate bliss was now so much further away. He needed to edge much more to get close to it again.