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"writing": "[b][u][center]Becoming a Perverted Ornament\nPart 5\nFor NerubianKnight\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n \n \n \n \n \n\n\n\nAxel was in a daze as he walked back to the mistress’s house, bag of ingredients slung over his shoulder and barely keeping his head on straight as he padded along. His cock ached – no, it throbbed in pleasurable pain, bouncing up and down between his legs as he walked through the plaza and back to the side streets. The capybara dreaded the spotlights that roamed overhead, half-sure that one of them would hit him and seize him in place for someone else to use, almost like petty vengeance for avoiding them the first time. He braced himself, hissing and huffing all the way.\n\nYet, it never happened. Perhaps it was the bag over his shoulder and the indication that he was busy, or maybe there was just some mercy to the universe, after all. Either way, at least he had a break.\n\n[i]Fuck…[/i]\n\nHe reached back, rubbing under the little stub of a tail over his ass. His cheeks were splattered with pigeon cum, oozing between them from the slight gape that had been left behind and squirted all over the cheeks in general. The brown fur had been matted down, soaked completely with the thick load that the bird slave had left behind, and his balls churned angrily at the reminder that he had been left hanging out to dry. No orgasm for him, not until [i]his[/i] mistress gave permission.\n\nEven though he’d done a good job.\n\nEven though he’d offered his tongue and rammed it in just like he’d been asked.\n\nEven though he’d been used hard.\n\nAxel shook his head, forcing those thoughts down. Resentment wouldn’t do him any favors in this world. He didn’t have rights. He was a slave, a piece of property, not someone that had any clear rights that gave them personhood. He had to get used to that, and if he kept grumping, that would never happen.\n\nEven if the grumping did help him keep his sanity sometimes.\n\nShaking his head, he kept walking, waiting for his cock to start going down again. The constant throbbing from that didn’t help, and neither did the eyes of the other slaves and owners that walked the side-street. He kept feeling it like an invisible hand over the piercing at the tip of his cock, or like a hand on his rump if they stared at that as he walked by. He kept biting his lips, putting the thought out of his head, but it was hard not to think about how close he was.\n\n[i]Just a little bit more. One good rut against the wall, that’d get me over the edge, right? That’d be enough to give me what I need. Just a little bit –[/i]\n\nThe capybara shook his head again, rubbing his face with his free hand as his cock swung up and slapped against his belly once more. He really, really needed to cum…\n\n[i]Not yet…won’t happen no matter what you do…[/i]\n\nBut his body didn’t really understand that. It didn’t matter that he’d been in training for several weeks now, nor did it matter that his mistress had explained exactly what was going on. It didn’t matter that he was forbidden from cumming unless she gave permission, because his body still wanted it.\n\nNo, not wanted. Needed.\n\nIt was with a heavy pair of balls that he made his way back to the manor, huffing and barely resisting the urge to reach down and grope himself. The two offers that he got – one from a female that looked like she was going through a mild heat, the other from a stallion that looked rather rakish and…eager – were dismissed after a moment’s hesitation. Instead, he just kept walking, moving along, walking through his own dripping slime.\n\nEventually, he reached the end of the side-street, stepping across the main road that stood between him and the manor. Axel was exhausted, and he slumped against the gate as he reached it, holding himself up with a desperate grip on the metal rods running through it.\n\n“[i]Hello?[/i]” a voice said through the intercom.\n\n“Back…from the market…”\n\n“[i]Oh, Fountain! Silvercock will be right down.[/i]”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nHe leaned sideways, resting his shoulder against the stone pillar that broke up the metal parts of the fence. The constant throbbing down below, the reminder of how close he’d been during the store rut, was almost impossible to ignore. His free hand hovered around his shaft, almost groping it, almost grabbing it right then and there.\n\n[i]It’ll just piss you off,[/i] he told himself, fingers twitching so close to his cock. [i]You can’t cum. It’s not going to make it better. You’ll just want to cum even more when it’s all said and done.[/i]\n\nBut maybe he was wrong. Maybe he could cum.\n\n[i]If you could, that jackhammer of a pigeon would have gotten you off already. All that face-sitting and teasing would have gotten you blowing your load. You can’t cum without permission.[/i]\n\nLogic didn’t do much to soften that blow. He groaned as he slowly forced his arm back from his cock, shaking his head as he leaned his head back and stared at the sky.\n\nIf there was one thing that he didn’t know how to handle, it was this. The constant pleasure but the utter lack of release was something that he’d never had to deal with before. Even the constant draining of his cock during the training for ‘fountain’ duty was not the same as getting real relief. For one, he was tranced during that, and for another, it was a constant stream of pre-cum, not actual cum. No orgasm drained him, no pleasure satisfied him.\n\nThrob.\n\nTwitch.\n\nThrob.\n\nTwitch.\n\nThe constant ache continued to build and grow, and he huffed through clenched teeth as he closed his eyes. If only he could get off. Just once. Just once, and he’d be completely fine. All he needed was that one little orgasm, and he’d be happy to just stay in chastity for another couple of weeks. Just one orgasm, just that one little spurt to take the edge off so he didn’t feel like he was going completely insane.\n\nJust.\n\nOne.\n\n“Hang on, I’ll let you in.”\n\nThat was Silvercock. Axel opened one eye, looking down and to the side as the fox undid the locks for the gate. The metal bars and rods spread open, and he stumbled through, almost falling flat on his face before he caught his balance again.\n\n“Hey, hey, careful there,” the fox said, helping him with a little support under his arm. “You okay? You look wrecked.”\n\n“Mmmph…Silma wanted a lot from me…and I’ve not had the chance to…you know…”\n\n“Heh, the mistress isn’t letting you cum. Right. I’d almost forgotten that. She goes between orgasm denial to forced orgasms in turns. She must have decided that you were going to get a lot of experience with the denial before you got the serious stuff.”\n\nAxel could only groan at the idea of being put through the other wringer. It was bad enough just wanting to cum once. The idea of having someone grab his dick and force him to keep cumming over and over, throbbing and pulsing and squirting so much cum that he started shooting blanks…\n\nIt wasn’t that dissimilar to what she had done when she’d sat on his cock when he had been drained of all his pre-cum, his balls shriveled to raisins. Remembering how harsh that had been – and pleasurable – he could only imagine what weeks of forced orgasms would be like. He honestly wasn’t sure if the chastity or the forced orgasms were worse; one was a constant tease that had no relief, while the other would be hypersensitivity hell. Either one would drive someone to insanity, it was just a question of which would do it first.\n\n“Do you need a hand with the bag?” Silvercock asked.\n\n“No, I…I think I got it. Where’s the mistress?”\n\n“In one of the dungeons, with a visitor.”\n\n“…Should I leave them alone, or –”\n\n“On the contrary,” the fox said, leaning him against one of the hedges once he could stand up on his own and smiling. “She left instructions that you were to come down as soon as you got back so she could start the augmentation process. Getting you properly upgraded to be a good fountain is important to her, and it’ll go a long way to making sure you’re ready for the party.”\n\nAxel wasn’t sure that he liked the sound of that, but he liked the thought of disappointing the mistress even less. While she wasn’t cruel, he could imagine that she’d make his life far more difficult than it needed to be if she had to come looking for him. The idea of having to satiate a frustrated dragoness that wasn’t getting what she wanted was, well, terrifying. He shouldered the bag a little higher, huffing under his breath as it settled on his shoulders properly, and nodded toward the house.\n\n“Which dungeon?”\n\n“First stairs on the left, follow the hallway down to dungeon 8. If you see a blank rock wall, you went too far.”\n\n“Thanks.”\n\n“And Fountain?”\n\n“Yeah?”\n\n“Don’t worry too much about all this. You’ll figure it out, eventually. The mistress is surprisingly good at getting you to settle in with something new.”\n\nThe capybara smiled despite himself, nodding once more before making his way toward the mansion. He doubted that it would be as easy as all that, but it helped to have people like Silvercock and the other slaves in the house. They were not the same as the friends that he’d had back in the other world – the few that he had managed to keep, that was – but for all that they were far more worshipful than his friends had ever been of their boss, there was something…lovely about them. Something that was kind and gentle and just seemed to want to make things better for him.\n\nIt wasn’t the same as full friendship, but it was a good start.\n\nHe followed Silvercock’s directions, soon finding the stairway that led to the basement from the front of the mansion, and dropped into the dark, stone-floored corridor. There were quite a few doors beneath the house, some of them open, others closed. The sounds of sex and play were loud in his ears, with the squelching sounds of shafts plunging down holes and the soft moans of slaves that were getting edged hard as they were used getting more and more prevalent.\n\nCrack.\n\n“Ah!”\n\nSquelch.\n\n“Nnngh!”\n\nPlap-plap-plap.\n\nAt least half of the dungeons had to have been in use, with the others waiting for someone to come in. More than once, Axel’s curiosity was aroused to the point that it had to be indulged, and he leaned toward the half-open doors that hid the fun.\n\nOnce, he saw an orca woman grinding her pussy over a well-hung rat’s cock, forcing him to cum but never letting him slide inside.\n\nIn another room, he saw a badger with heavy balls, sitting on the face of some raccoon that was worshiping him, sucking on his sac, while the badger’s soft sole stroked and edged the slave’s shaft.\n\nIn another, an intersex stallion had his cock pulled to the side while his pussy was getting pumped, a thick-tubed machine pulling air through it and sucking his pussy out, making it inflate, pumping his clit stiffer and harder so that it got bigger and bigger. The constant attention was making the equine scream with pleasure, begging to cum, but there was no way that he was going to get off.\n\nThere was no way that any of them would. They were too far down the rabbit hole of service to the dragoness, and they were going to be just what she wanted. No more, no less.\n\nThrust.\n\nSquelch.\n\nPop.\n\n“Nnngh.”\n\n“AH!”\n\nThe screams and the moans continued as he walked away from the last door, huffing under his breath as his cock went back to dribbling. The little bit of relief that he had felt on the walk back to the manor was gone. All that he felt now was need. Raw, rutting need that knew no relief.\n\nRoom 8.\n\nRoom 8.\n\nHe finally found it, resting his hand on the knob as he took three deep breaths to calm himself. The scent of sex aside, he was able to slow his pounding heart down to a rate that he felt he could live with. One more breath later, he pulled the door open –\n\n“NNNNNNGH!”\n\nAnd stepped into a sight that he hadn’t expected. A mare, red-furred and bare-ass naked, had her arms chained to the ceiling and her legs forcibly spread out to the sides. Her pussy was untouched, but her asshole was spread by two cocks. One was the relatively large one of his mistress, while the other belonged to a shark that he had never seen before.\n\nThe newcomer must have been the visitor that Silvercock had mentioned. The shark was certainly different to the few that he’d known back in his world; the white-bellied, red-backed male was big enough that he almost reached the dragoness’s height, and had a cock that was ridged and vaguely tapered the few times that Axel managed to get a look at it while it pumped the mare’s hole. In, out, in, out, leading down to a slit where the balls were probably hidden away, well out of sight of the rest of the world.\n\nThe shark’s eyes were dark, though, and they stared out of a void that was hard to look away from. Axel blushed, biting his lips as he looked back down at the way that the mistress and the shark were using the mare.\n\n[i]She’s…definitely getting into it…[/i]\n\nThe female was dripping like mad, her pussy absolutely drenched as she was used hard. The constant thrusting from both dragoness and shark had her asshole pulled wide, her donut of a ring dragged to its widest possible gape, and a shiver ran down his spine as he imagined how much of a stretch she’d be suffering at the end of this.\n\n[i]She’d be the one needing an augmentation after this…[/i]\n\nBut the idea of having that much of a gape…\n\nHe reached back to his own ass, rubbing over his pucker and feeling the slime that still dripped from inside. It wasn’t a bad feeling at all, but now that he had an idea of what bigger things might do, it was hard not to imagine himself in that situation.\n\n[i]How would it feel, shackled and…and stretched…[/i]\n\nTwo huge cocks. His mistress’s cock was big enough to leave him with a half-inch gape at the end of a session, one that wouldn’t go away for several hours. Taking that cock [i]and[/i] another, however?\n\n[i]I’d break.[/i]\n\nWould he?\n\n[i]I’d be gaping for hours.[/i]\n\nBut it’d feel good.\n\n[i]I’d pass out.[/i]\n\nWould he?\n\nThe constant back and forth in his own head didn’t make things any easier. If anything, he just imagined more and more how it would feel to be thrust down on those cocks, losing anything like conscious thought as he was just rendered the playthings of the two doms that used him. In, out, in, out, those cocks pumping him, either taking turns the way that they were with the mare or –\n\n“AAAAH!”\n\nThe slave was finally yanked down, dragoness and shark penetrating her at the same time. He stared, mentally measuring the sheer girth of the two cocks. The mistress’s shaft was nearly three inches wide, and the shark’s cock looked like it reached a similar girth, if not more. The idea of his hole being stretched that far – of anyone’s ass being gaped like that – made him whimper. His cock twitched, pre-cum oozing around the Prince Albert piercing at the head, but that was all that he could muster.\n\nThe pair of doms huffed and puffed under their breath, holding themselves hilted. The mare’s guts ballooned, getting heavier and heavier as they stuffed her with their seed. That was another thing that he had never entirely considered, and his toes curled against the floor as he watched her stomach swell, getting heavier, wider, more and more like she had been impregnated.\n\nFinally, the shark pulled free, leaving the dragoness still buried deep inside. Her purple scales wrinkled slightly around her face as she smirked.\n\n“Heh, still the one that finishes first,” she said, shaking her head. “And I thought that you had improved, Scelrus.”\n\n“I hardly finish that much behind you. Just because you have the extra privilege of dragon stamina doesn’t mean that you will win every time, Drakina.”\n\n“It’s worked for me so far,” she said, shrugging. “Anyway, we have a guest, if you’ll take a look and see.”\n\nThe shark – Scelrus, he realized – turned around. Those dark eyes fixed on him, and Axel felt like he had been frozen in place, unable to move as the shark gave him a measuring stare. Up, down, up, down, taking in everything that he was and everything that he had to offer. He didn’t move; he couldn’t move.\n\n“Hmmm…you have an interesting one here, Drakina,” the shark said, slowly walking over and circling him. “Not so familiar as many of the others. You found him elsewhere?”\n\n“I was bored; I thought I’d see if there was someone new that I could snag that didn’t involve all the paperwork of a shelter.”\n\n“You are lazy.”\n\n“No more than you,” his mistress said, pulling her cock free of the mare. “Now, Fountain, you got everything that I asked?”\n\n“Y-yes, mistress,” Axel said, handing over the bag.\n\nIt floated from his hand to hers, caressed in the process by the purple glow of her magic. As the mare continued to hang and drip freely, his mistress went through the bag, nudging things aside with her finger. Scelrus joined her, glancing inside.\n\n“Growth potion?” he asked.\n\n“Something along those lines,” the dragoness responded. “I have a party soon, and I need to make sure that Fountain can live up to his name. He’s…reasonably productive, but he needs a little boost.”\n\n“As I stated. You are lazy.”\n\n“And you would fix him…how?”\n\n“Well, for starters, I would have him on a different diet. Regularly rutted. Pushed to the extremes. Trained for two years to be constantly productive, dripping with need, unable to stop being hard –”\n\n“And there is the difference between you and me,” the dragoness said, patting the shark’s cheek. “You think that everyone can just drop things for a few years and focus on a single task. That’s not what most of us do, honey.”\n\n“Call me that again.”\n\nThe dragoness turned to face him, and Axel could feel something in the air change. His mistress and her guest stared deep into each other’s eyes, and it was as if some pair of great forces were butting heads against each other, pushing one way or another.\n\n“Honey,” the dragoness said.\n\n“…”\n\n“Now, are you going to do something about it…or are you going to help me with augmenting this little one?”\n\n“…Hmmph. I’ll help you.”\n\n#\n\nAxel eventually released the mare from her restraints. His mistress and Scelrus were too busy with their potion-making to entirely remember that she was there, and he didn’t want there to be an even bigger mess to clean up later. The mare patted his shoulder before stumbling out, and he waited as they continued brewing their alchemical solution to his…problem.\n\nIt didn’t take long. Soon, his mistress stood with a vial of red goo inside it, and Scelrus sighed as he stepped back.\n\n“It will be sufficient unto the end of the party, at least,” the shark said, shaking his head. “But he’ll need further training to have balls as productive as you want.”\n\n“And he’ll get that, Scelrus, but if you keep critiquing me –”\n\n“You will do nothing.”\n\n“To you.”\n\nAgain, the tension, but it faded quickly. He was getting the feeling that his mistress and the shark were used to the little spats between them. As far as he could tell, they were like two experts that disagreed on a few particulars, but overall worked well with each other. It was just…very strange to watch it happen in real time, considering that he was still getting used to magic being a real thing.\n\nThey rounded on him. Scelrus gestured, and shimmering red and white light started to wrap around the capybara’s legs and waist. He bit off a yelp as he was suddenly lifted into the air, his legs spread and his balls dropping down. It took even more effort not to squirm as his mistress walked over and fondled them, rolling them forward and back. Just that little touch was enough to wake his cock up again, keeping him dripping like mad.\n\n“Well, at the very least he is responsive,” Scelrus said.\n\n“You really are sour for someone that’s going to be fucking his ass in a few minutes,” his mistress said.\n\n“…Oh. Am I, now?”\n\n“Well, unless you’re planning on making me do all the work and getting nothing more than your hand for satisfaction.”\n\nAxel opened his mouth, only to close it again as soon as his mistress fixed him with a gentle stare. It took no more than that to push him back in line, and he nodded his head as she kept fondling his balls, rubbing them, teasing them.\n\nIt wasn’t that bad an option, he supposed; the shark didn’t seem to be cruel, just…focused. And very proud. And that dick looked like it would reach pretty far into him, perhaps far enough to get him off.\n\n[i]Not going to happen,[/i] his more logical side of the brain said. [i]Not unless mistress gives permission.[/i]\n\n“Now.”\n\nHe looked up as the vial was held to his lips. Knowing better than to protest, Axel opened his mouth and let it slide from the glass container down his throat. The brew was…sweet, almost too sweet, and there was none of the medicinal bitterness that he had half-expected to follow the first flavor.\n\nIt went down easily, and as soon as it hit his guts, he could feel it starting to work. There was a tingle there, almost like that sort of after-taste reaction to something that one was mildly allergic to in the mouth. Tingling, almost, but not quite itching, and the feeling kept going further and further down. It left his stomach, running through unseen channels, and he huffed as he curled his toes and his cock throbbed all the harder.\n\n“It’s already taking effect? He’s quite…susceptible,” the shark said, walking around until he was out of sight. “Was that why you picked him?”\n\n“No, I just thought he was cute.”\n\n“Shallow as ever…”\n\n“Why? Thinking of taking him off my hands?”\n\nAxel bit back the response that he immediately wanted to give on hearing that. No, no, no, a thousand times no. He was barely keeping his head on his shoulders and his sanity intact by staying with Drakina. If he was taken away from a mistress that he had learned to get along with and had to learn a whole new person – god, he didn’t know if he would come out of that anywhere [i]close[/i] to okay.\n\n“I doubt that he’s up to my standards. But you should find some of your own.”\n\n“Just get your cock ready. I want to get him all worked up before letting him loose – there it is…”\n\nHe barely heard her speak as the tingling hit his sac. The sudden heat between his legs grew all the stronger, that same tingling feeling of near-itch but being oddly pleasant at the same time settled in his balls. They swelled, churning away, that need that he’d been fighting all day getting so much stronger. He gasped for breath, leaning backward as the shark got in position behind him.\n\nAxel could barely feel the cock between his legs; the throbbing shaft sliding between his ass cheeks meant nothing compared to the churning, swelling, [i]growing[/i] feeling of his balls dropping further and further. They felt so much bigger, and so [i]very[/i] much heavier as he huffed and puffed, his mouth hanging open as his cock twitched like mad.\n\n“Not too much visible growth,” his mistress said, her voice feeling like it was coming from somewhere far away. “But definitely heavier…”\n\n“He’s not even here anymore, is he?” Scelrus asked, his voice almost as faint.\n\n“Probably not. He’s getting more pleasure than he’s probably had in far too long. So, go ahead whenever you’re ready.”\n\nThe slimy head of the shark’s cock pressed against his hole. He was so focused on the churning, swelling, dropping feeling under his cock that he didn’t even notice until the head was inside, and even then, not until it started bumping against his prostate.\n\nTouch.\n\nTwitch.\n\nSmack.\n\nThe little nudge swung his cock up almost immediately, spurting a rope of pre-cum that was bigger than his last load of cum had been. The capybara shivered from head to toe, his mouth working soundlessly as he felt that cock going deeper, deeper, and deeper still, grinding against his prostate with those segmented ridges. He could barely get enough air in to keep conscious, but that pleasure, that constant, fulfilling weight of his balls getting bigger and heavier, more productive and more potent, was worth it.\n\nHis mistress stroked him, teasing him, keeping him hard as his balls felt like they were getting pushed to their absolute limits. He could barely breathe, focusing on that fat cock spreading his ass cheeks, then the gentle hand on his own cock, then the utter tightness of his ball-flesh being stretched from the hyper-productivity down there. It was constant, never-ending, and pushed him to drip like mad, oozing all over her fingers and onto the floor.\n\nIn. Out. In. Out. Scelrus was keeping a slow, steady rhythm that was just fast enough to make him feel like orgasm was right around the corner without ever hitting him hard enough to get him past that edge. The shark’s cock was hard, and more importantly, big, hitting every needy part of his inner walls.\n\nIn.\n\nOut.\n\nIn.\n\nOut.\n\nHe could only stare straight ahead, his mouth hanging open as he took the barrage of thrusts, his need growing higher by the second. In, out, in, out, the soft claps of hips to ass making him whimper, the soft hand on his cock making him whine. He was so close to getting off, his balls feeling so full that they could pop at any second, but there was no relief. There was only more pressure, more pleasure, constantly building it up further and further. His toes curled so tight that they popped, and he clenched down back there, milking the shark’s cock.\n\n“Close?” his mistress asked.\n\n“Nnngh…ah…ah…”\n\n“Heh, let’s see how much you have pent up for me. You’ve been a good boy, all day long. You’ve been a Fountain just waiting for release, for the chance to spew it all over the place. No cumming for you, no letting loose without permission. And now…you’re going to let it all out…right…[i]now.[/i]”\n\nThere was no way that he could have held back. Hell, if he had been completely soft, he was all but sure that the command would have made him blow his load right then and there, just because she demanded it. As it stood, he came because he was so wound up from the constant teasing on the streets, the fucking from the shark, and the feeling of that soft hand on his cock.\n\n“NNNNGH!”\n\nAxel arched his back against Scelrus, squeezing down on the shaft buried in his hole hard, harder than he remembered doing for the pigeon back at the shop. He could feel every last detail of the shaft inside of him, could have described it down to the last micron, and it brought him no small amount of pleasure to hear the cocky mage gasp behind him from the sudden pressure.\n\nBut it was the release of the pressure in his balls that hit him hardest of all. He thrust forward, cumming hard, thrusting his cock between his mistress’s fingers and shooting a load bigger than any that he’d ever cum before. He could feel the raw rush of it shooting through his cock, almost [i]hurting[/i] with pleasure because of how much was rushing out at once. It felt like it was trying to make his cock bigger, to force it wider to let more of his cum out at once, and –\n\nIt was loud. It was so very loud as it shot across the room and hit the far wall. It wasn’t a rope, but a stream, splashing away as it hit the wall and ran down it. The thick stream came again, and again, always with just as much force, splattering against the wall until it rolled down into massive puddles on the dungeon floor.\n\nWhen it was done, Axel wanted to collapse, but his cock was still hard. Throbbing hard. And for all that he had just emptied his balls, he could feel them refilling, already starting to swell outward once more. It was like there was no end to the lust inside of him.\n\n“A good start,” his mistress said. “I think that we’ll need to keep him nice and stimulated in the garden for a proper fountain set.”\n\n“Mmmph…he damn near squeezed my dick off there. I thought you were fucking him.”\n\n“I was. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know how to tighten up again. Isn’t that right, Fountain?”\n\nAxel could only pant, nodding as he got his face petted and his cheek stroked. He knew that he was being teased, that he was nothing more than a plaything, but at the same time, that was all that he needed to be. At least good playthings got relief; bad ones got pent-up and never had the chance to release.\n\n“Let’s get you all wound up again. Scelrus, if you cum, make sure that you can keep going.”\n\n“I doubt that this one will be able to get me off that fast.”\n\nThat only gave him a reason to try and hold on. If nothing else, he would show that smug shark that there was something more to him than just being ‘cute’.\n\n \n\n \n\n \n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n \nSummary: Axel goes through another whammy of a training session, but at least he gets some relief.\n \nTags: M/M, M/H/M, M/H/F, Drakina, Dragoness, Capybara, Shark, Various Species, Voyeurism, Anal, Magic, Suspension, Teasing, Exhibitionism, Creampie, Orgasm, Cum, Edging, Ball Growth, Hyper Orgasm, Miniseries, \n",
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Becoming a Perverted Ornament Part 5 For NerubianKnight By Draconicon
Axel was in a daze as he walked back to the mistress’s house, bag of ingredients slung over his shoulder and barely keeping his head on straight as he padded along. His cock ached – no, it throbbed in pleasurable pain, bouncing up and down between his legs as he walked through the plaza and back to the side streets. The capybara dreaded the spotlights that roamed overhead, half-sure that one of them would hit him and seize him in place for someone else to use, almost like petty vengeance for avoiding them the first time. He braced himself, hissing and huffing all the way.
Yet, it never happened. Perhaps it was the bag over his shoulder and the indication that he was busy, or maybe there was just some mercy to the universe, after all. Either way, at least he had a break.
Fuck…
He reached back, rubbing under the little stub of a tail over his ass. His cheeks were splattered with pigeon cum, oozing between them from the slight gape that had been left behind and squirted all over the cheeks in general. The brown fur had been matted down, soaked completely with the thick load that the bird slave had left behind, and his balls churned angrily at the reminder that he had been left hanging out to dry. No orgasm for him, not until his mistress gave permission.
Even though he’d done a good job.
Even though he’d offered his tongue and rammed it in just like he’d been asked.
Even though he’d been used hard.
Axel shook his head, forcing those thoughts down. Resentment wouldn’t do him any favors in this world. He didn’t have rights. He was a slave, a piece of property, not someone that had any clear rights that gave them personhood. He had to get used to that, and if he kept grumping, that would never happen.
Even if the grumping did help him keep his sanity sometimes.
Shaking his head, he kept walking, waiting for his cock to start going down again. The constant throbbing from that didn’t help, and neither did the eyes of the other slaves and owners that walked the side-street. He kept feeling it like an invisible hand over the piercing at the tip of his cock, or like a hand on his rump if they stared at that as he walked by. He kept biting his lips, putting the thought out of his head, but it was hard not to think about how close he was.
Just a little bit more. One good rut against the wall, that’d get me over the edge, right? That’d be enough to give me what I need. Just a little bit –
The capybara shook his head again, rubbing his face with his free hand as his cock swung up and slapped against his belly once more. He really, really needed to cum…
Not yet…won’t happen no matter what you do…
But his body didn’t really understand that. It didn’t matter that he’d been in training for several weeks now, nor did it matter that his mistress had explained exactly what was going on. It didn’t matter that he was forbidden from cumming unless she gave permission, because his body still wanted it.
No, not wanted. Needed.
It was with a heavy pair of balls that he made his way back to the manor, huffing and barely resisting the urge to reach down and grope himself. The two offers that he got – one from a female that looked like she was going through a mild heat, the other from a stallion that looked rather rakish and…eager – were dismissed after a moment’s hesitation. Instead, he just kept walking, moving along, walking through his own dripping slime.
Eventually, he reached the end of the side-street, stepping across the main road that stood between him and the manor. Axel was exhausted, and he slumped against the gate as he reached it, holding himself up with a desperate grip on the metal rods running through it.
“Hello?” a voice said through the intercom.
“Back…from the market…”
“Oh, Fountain! Silvercock will be right down.”
“Mmmph…”
He leaned sideways, resting his shoulder against the stone pillar that broke up the metal parts of the fence. The constant throbbing down below, the reminder of how close he’d been during the store rut, was almost impossible to ignore. His free hand hovered around his shaft, almost groping it, almost grabbing it right then and there.
It’ll just piss you off, he told himself, fingers twitching so close to his cock. You can’t cum. It’s not going to make it better. You’ll just want to cum even more when it’s all said and done.
But maybe he was wrong. Maybe he could cum.
If you could, that jackhammer of a pigeon would have gotten you off already. All that face-sitting and teasing would have gotten you blowing your load. You can’t cum without permission.
Logic didn’t do much to soften that blow. He groaned as he slowly forced his arm back from his cock, shaking his head as he leaned his head back and stared at the sky.
If there was one thing that he didn’t know how to handle, it was this. The constant pleasure but the utter lack of release was something that he’d never had to deal with before. Even the constant draining of his cock during the training for ‘fountain’ duty was not the same as getting real relief. For one, he was tranced during that, and for another, it was a constant stream of pre-cum, not actual cum. No orgasm drained him, no pleasure satisfied him.
Throb.
Twitch.
Throb.
Twitch.
The constant ache continued to build and grow, and he huffed through clenched teeth as he closed his eyes. If only he could get off. Just once. Just once, and he’d be completely fine. All he needed was that one little orgasm, and he’d be happy to just stay in chastity for another couple of weeks. Just one orgasm, just that one little spurt to take the edge off so he didn’t feel like he was going completely insane.
Just.
One.
“Hang on, I’ll let you in.”
That was Silvercock. Axel opened one eye, looking down and to the side as the fox undid the locks for the gate. The metal bars and rods spread open, and he stumbled through, almost falling flat on his face before he caught his balance again.
“Hey, hey, careful there,” the fox said, helping him with a little support under his arm. “You okay? You look wrecked.”
“Mmmph…Silma wanted a lot from me…and I’ve not had the chance to…you know…”
“Heh, the mistress isn’t letting you cum. Right. I’d almost forgotten that. She goes between orgasm denial to forced orgasms in turns. She must have decided that you were going to get a lot of experience with the denial before you got the serious stuff.”
Axel could only groan at the idea of being put through the other wringer. It was bad enough just wanting to cum once. The idea of having someone grab his dick and force him to keep cumming over and over, throbbing and pulsing and squirting so much cum that he started shooting blanks…
It wasn’t that dissimilar to what she had done when she’d sat on his cock when he had been drained of all his pre-cum, his balls shriveled to raisins. Remembering how harsh that had been – and pleasurable – he could only imagine what weeks of forced orgasms would be like. He honestly wasn’t sure if the chastity or the forced orgasms were worse; one was a constant tease that had no relief, while the other would be hypersensitivity hell. Either one would drive someone to insanity, it was just a question of which would do it first.
“Do you need a hand with the bag?” Silvercock asked.
“No, I…I think I got it. Where’s the mistress?”
“In one of the dungeons, with a visitor.”
“…Should I leave them alone, or –”
“On the contrary,” the fox said, leaning him against one of the hedges once he could stand up on his own and smiling. “She left instructions that you were to come down as soon as you got back so she could start the augmentation process. Getting you properly upgraded to be a good fountain is important to her, and it’ll go a long way to making sure you’re ready for the party.”
Axel wasn’t sure that he liked the sound of that, but he liked the thought of disappointing the mistress even less. While she wasn’t cruel, he could imagine that she’d make his life far more difficult than it needed to be if she had to come looking for him. The idea of having to satiate a frustrated dragoness that wasn’t getting what she wanted was, well, terrifying. He shouldered the bag a little higher, huffing under his breath as it settled on his shoulders properly, and nodded toward the house.
“Which dungeon?”
“First stairs on the left, follow the hallway down to dungeon 8. If you see a blank rock wall, you went too far.”
“Thanks.”
“And Fountain?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t worry too much about all this. You’ll figure it out, eventually. The mistress is surprisingly good at getting you to settle in with something new.”
The capybara smiled despite himself, nodding once more before making his way toward the mansion. He doubted that it would be as easy as all that, but it helped to have people like Silvercock and the other slaves in the house. They were not the same as the friends that he’d had back in the other world – the few that he had managed to keep, that was – but for all that they were far more worshipful than his friends had ever been of their boss, there was something…lovely about them. Something that was kind and gentle and just seemed to want to make things better for him.
It wasn’t the same as full friendship, but it was a good start.
He followed Silvercock’s directions, soon finding the stairway that led to the basement from the front of the mansion, and dropped into the dark, stone-floored corridor. There were quite a few doors beneath the house, some of them open, others closed. The sounds of sex and play were loud in his ears, with the squelching sounds of shafts plunging down holes and the soft moans of slaves that were getting edged hard as they were used getting more and more prevalent.
Crack.
“Ah!”
Squelch.
“Nnngh!”
Plap-plap-plap.
At least half of the dungeons had to have been in use, with the others waiting for someone to come in. More than once, Axel’s curiosity was aroused to the point that it had to be indulged, and he leaned toward the half-open doors that hid the fun.
Once, he saw an orca woman grinding her pussy over a well-hung rat’s cock, forcing him to cum but never letting him slide inside.
In another room, he saw a badger with heavy balls, sitting on the face of some raccoon that was worshiping him, sucking on his sac, while the badger’s soft sole stroked and edged the slave’s shaft.
In another, an intersex stallion had his cock pulled to the side while his pussy was getting pumped, a thick-tubed machine pulling air through it and sucking his pussy out, making it inflate, pumping his clit stiffer and harder so that it got bigger and bigger. The constant attention was making the equine scream with pleasure, begging to cum, but there was no way that he was going to get off.
There was no way that any of them would. They were too far down the rabbit hole of service to the dragoness, and they were going to be just what she wanted. No more, no less.
Thrust.
Squelch.
Pop.
“Nnngh.”
“AH!”
The screams and the moans continued as he walked away from the last door, huffing under his breath as his cock went back to dribbling. The little bit of relief that he had felt on the walk back to the manor was gone. All that he felt now was need. Raw, rutting need that knew no relief.
Room 8.
Room 8.
He finally found it, resting his hand on the knob as he took three deep breaths to calm himself. The scent of sex aside, he was able to slow his pounding heart down to a rate that he felt he could live with. One more breath later, he pulled the door open –
“NNNNNNGH!”
And stepped into a sight that he hadn’t expected. A mare, red-furred and bare-ass naked, had her arms chained to the ceiling and her legs forcibly spread out to the sides. Her pussy was untouched, but her asshole was spread by two cocks. One was the relatively large one of his mistress, while the other belonged to a shark that he had never seen before.
The newcomer must have been the visitor that Silvercock had mentioned. The shark was certainly different to the few that he’d known back in his world; the white-bellied, red-backed male was big enough that he almost reached the dragoness’s height, and had a cock that was ridged and vaguely tapered the few times that Axel managed to get a look at it while it pumped the mare’s hole. In, out, in, out, leading down to a slit where the balls were probably hidden away, well out of sight of the rest of the world.
The shark’s eyes were dark, though, and they stared out of a void that was hard to look away from. Axel blushed, biting his lips as he looked back down at the way that the mistress and the shark were using the mare.
She’s…definitely getting into it…
The female was dripping like mad, her pussy absolutely drenched as she was used hard. The constant thrusting from both dragoness and shark had her asshole pulled wide, her donut of a ring dragged to its widest possible gape, and a shiver ran down his spine as he imagined how much of a stretch she’d be suffering at the end of this.
She’d be the one needing an augmentation after this…
But the idea of having that much of a gape…
He reached back to his own ass, rubbing over his pucker and feeling the slime that still dripped from inside. It wasn’t a bad feeling at all, but now that he had an idea of what bigger things might do, it was hard not to imagine himself in that situation.
How would it feel, shackled and…and stretched…
Two huge cocks. His mistress’s cock was big enough to leave him with a half-inch gape at the end of a session, one that wouldn’t go away for several hours. Taking that cock and another, however?
I’d break.
Would he?
I’d be gaping for hours.
But it’d feel good.
I’d pass out.
Would he?
The constant back and forth in his own head didn’t make things any easier. If anything, he just imagined more and more how it would feel to be thrust down on those cocks, losing anything like conscious thought as he was just rendered the playthings of the two doms that used him. In, out, in, out, those cocks pumping him, either taking turns the way that they were with the mare or –
“AAAAH!”
The slave was finally yanked down, dragoness and shark penetrating her at the same time. He stared, mentally measuring the sheer girth of the two cocks. The mistress’s shaft was nearly three inches wide, and the shark’s cock looked like it reached a similar girth, if not more. The idea of his hole being stretched that far – of anyone’s ass being gaped like that – made him whimper. His cock twitched, pre-cum oozing around the Prince Albert piercing at the head, but that was all that he could muster.
The pair of doms huffed and puffed under their breath, holding themselves hilted. The mare’s guts ballooned, getting heavier and heavier as they stuffed her with their seed. That was another thing that he had never entirely considered, and his toes curled against the floor as he watched her stomach swell, getting heavier, wider, more and more like she had been impregnated.
Finally, the shark pulled free, leaving the dragoness still buried deep inside. Her purple scales wrinkled slightly around her face as she smirked.
“Heh, still the one that finishes first,” she said, shaking her head. “And I thought that you had improved, Scelrus.”
“I hardly finish that much behind you. Just because you have the extra privilege of dragon stamina doesn’t mean that you will win every time, Drakina.”
“It’s worked for me so far,” she said, shrugging. “Anyway, we have a guest, if you’ll take a look and see.”
The shark – Scelrus, he realized – turned around. Those dark eyes fixed on him, and Axel felt like he had been frozen in place, unable to move as the shark gave him a measuring stare. Up, down, up, down, taking in everything that he was and everything that he had to offer. He didn’t move; he couldn’t move.
“Hmmm…you have an interesting one here, Drakina,” the shark said, slowly walking over and circling him. “Not so familiar as many of the others. You found him elsewhere?”
“I was bored; I thought I’d see if there was someone new that I could snag that didn’t involve all the paperwork of a shelter.”
“You are lazy.”
“No more than you,” his mistress said, pulling her cock free of the mare. “Now, Fountain, you got everything that I asked?”
“Y-yes, mistress,” Axel said, handing over the bag.
It floated from his hand to hers, caressed in the process by the purple glow of her magic. As the mare continued to hang and drip freely, his mistress went through the bag, nudging things aside with her finger. Scelrus joined her, glancing inside.
“Growth potion?” he asked.
“Something along those lines,” the dragoness responded. “I have a party soon, and I need to make sure that Fountain can live up to his name. He’s…reasonably productive, but he needs a little boost.”
“As I stated. You are lazy.”
“And you would fix him…how?”
“Well, for starters, I would have him on a different diet. Regularly rutted. Pushed to the extremes. Trained for two years to be constantly productive, dripping with need, unable to stop being hard –”
“And there is the difference between you and me,” the dragoness said, patting the shark’s cheek. “You think that everyone can just drop things for a few years and focus on a single task. That’s not what most of us do, honey.”
“Call me that again.”
The dragoness turned to face him, and Axel could feel something in the air change. His mistress and her guest stared deep into each other’s eyes, and it was as if some pair of great forces were butting heads against each other, pushing one way or another.
“Honey,” the dragoness said.
“…”
“Now, are you going to do something about it…or are you going to help me with augmenting this little one?”
“…Hmmph. I’ll help you.”
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Axel eventually released the mare from her restraints. His mistress and Scelrus were too busy with their potion-making to entirely remember that she was there, and he didn’t want there to be an even bigger mess to clean up later. The mare patted his shoulder before stumbling out, and he waited as they continued brewing their alchemical solution to his…problem.
It didn’t take long. Soon, his mistress stood with a vial of red goo inside it, and Scelrus sighed as he stepped back.
“It will be sufficient unto the end of the party, at least,” the shark said, shaking his head. “But he’ll need further training to have balls as productive as you want.”
“And he’ll get that, Scelrus, but if you keep critiquing me –”
“You will do nothing.”
“To you.”
Again, the tension, but it faded quickly. He was getting the feeling that his mistress and the shark were used to the little spats between them. As far as he could tell, they were like two experts that disagreed on a few particulars, but overall worked well with each other. It was just…very strange to watch it happen in real time, considering that he was still getting used to magic being a real thing.
They rounded on him. Scelrus gestured, and shimmering red and white light started to wrap around the capybara’s legs and waist. He bit off a yelp as he was suddenly lifted into the air, his legs spread and his balls dropping down. It took even more effort not to squirm as his mistress walked over and fondled them, rolling them forward and back. Just that little touch was enough to wake his cock up again, keeping him dripping like mad.
“Well, at the very least he is responsive,” Scelrus said.
“You really are sour for someone that’s going to be fucking his ass in a few minutes,” his mistress said.
“…Oh. Am I, now?”
“Well, unless you’re planning on making me do all the work and getting nothing more than your hand for satisfaction.”
Axel opened his mouth, only to close it again as soon as his mistress fixed him with a gentle stare. It took no more than that to push him back in line, and he nodded his head as she kept fondling his balls, rubbing them, teasing them.
It wasn’t that bad an option, he supposed; the shark didn’t seem to be cruel, just…focused. And very proud. And that dick looked like it would reach pretty far into him, perhaps far enough to get him off.
Not going to happen, his more logical side of the brain said. Not unless mistress gives permission.
“Now.”
He looked up as the vial was held to his lips. Knowing better than to protest, Axel opened his mouth and let it slide from the glass container down his throat. The brew was…sweet, almost too sweet, and there was none of the medicinal bitterness that he had half-expected to follow the first flavor.
It went down easily, and as soon as it hit his guts, he could feel it starting to work. There was a tingle there, almost like that sort of after-taste reaction to something that one was mildly allergic to in the mouth. Tingling, almost, but not quite itching, and the feeling kept going further and further down. It left his stomach, running through unseen channels, and he huffed as he curled his toes and his cock throbbed all the harder.
“It’s already taking effect? He’s quite…susceptible,” the shark said, walking around until he was out of sight. “Was that why you picked him?”
“No, I just thought he was cute.”
“Shallow as ever…”
“Why? Thinking of taking him off my hands?”
Axel bit back the response that he immediately wanted to give on hearing that. No, no, no, a thousand times no. He was barely keeping his head on his shoulders and his sanity intact by staying with Drakina. If he was taken away from a mistress that he had learned to get along with and had to learn a whole new person – god, he didn’t know if he would come out of that anywhere close to okay.
“I doubt that he’s up to my standards. But you should find some of your own.”
“Just get your cock ready. I want to get him all worked up before letting him loose – there it is…”
He barely heard her speak as the tingling hit his sac. The sudden heat between his legs grew all the stronger, that same tingling feeling of near-itch but being oddly pleasant at the same time settled in his balls. They swelled, churning away, that need that he’d been fighting all day getting so much stronger. He gasped for breath, leaning backward as the shark got in position behind him.
Axel could barely feel the cock between his legs; the throbbing shaft sliding between his ass cheeks meant nothing compared to the churning, swelling, growing feeling of his balls dropping further and further. They felt so much bigger, and so very much heavier as he huffed and puffed, his mouth hanging open as his cock twitched like mad.
“Not too much visible growth,” his mistress said, her voice feeling like it was coming from somewhere far away. “But definitely heavier…”
“He’s not even here anymore, is he?” Scelrus asked, his voice almost as faint.
“Probably not. He’s getting more pleasure than he’s probably had in far too long. So, go ahead whenever you’re ready.”
The slimy head of the shark’s cock pressed against his hole. He was so focused on the churning, swelling, dropping feeling under his cock that he didn’t even notice until the head was inside, and even then, not until it started bumping against his prostate.
Touch.
Twitch.
Smack.
The little nudge swung his cock up almost immediately, spurting a rope of pre-cum that was bigger than his last load of cum had been. The capybara shivered from head to toe, his mouth working soundlessly as he felt that cock going deeper, deeper, and deeper still, grinding against his prostate with those segmented ridges. He could barely get enough air in to keep conscious, but that pleasure, that constant, fulfilling weight of his balls getting bigger and heavier, more productive and more potent, was worth it.
His mistress stroked him, teasing him, keeping him hard as his balls felt like they were getting pushed to their absolute limits. He could barely breathe, focusing on that fat cock spreading his ass cheeks, then the gentle hand on his own cock, then the utter tightness of his ball-flesh being stretched from the hyper-productivity down there. It was constant, never-ending, and pushed him to drip like mad, oozing all over her fingers and onto the floor.
In. Out. In. Out. Scelrus was keeping a slow, steady rhythm that was just fast enough to make him feel like orgasm was right around the corner without ever hitting him hard enough to get him past that edge. The shark’s cock was hard, and more importantly, big, hitting every needy part of his inner walls.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
He could only stare straight ahead, his mouth hanging open as he took the barrage of thrusts, his need growing higher by the second. In, out, in, out, the soft claps of hips to ass making him whimper, the soft hand on his cock making him whine. He was so close to getting off, his balls feeling so full that they could pop at any second, but there was no relief. There was only more pressure, more pleasure, constantly building it up further and further. His toes curled so tight that they popped, and he clenched down back there, milking the shark’s cock.
“Close?” his mistress asked.
“Nnngh…ah…ah…”
“Heh, let’s see how much you have pent up for me. You’ve been a good boy, all day long. You’ve been a Fountain just waiting for release, for the chance to spew it all over the place. No cumming for you, no letting loose without permission. And now…you’re going to let it all out…right…now.”
There was no way that he could have held back. Hell, if he had been completely soft, he was all but sure that the command would have made him blow his load right then and there, just because she demanded it. As it stood, he came because he was so wound up from the constant teasing on the streets, the fucking from the shark, and the feeling of that soft hand on his cock.
“NNNNGH!”
Axel arched his back against Scelrus, squeezing down on the shaft buried in his hole hard, harder than he remembered doing for the pigeon back at the shop. He could feel every last detail of the shaft inside of him, could have described it down to the last micron, and it brought him no small amount of pleasure to hear the cocky mage gasp behind him from the sudden pressure.
But it was the release of the pressure in his balls that hit him hardest of all. He thrust forward, cumming hard, thrusting his cock between his mistress’s fingers and shooting a load bigger than any that he’d ever cum before. He could feel the raw rush of it shooting through his cock, almost hurting with pleasure because of how much was rushing out at once. It felt like it was trying to make his cock bigger, to force it wider to let more of his cum out at once, and –
It was loud. It was so very loud as it shot across the room and hit the far wall. It wasn’t a rope, but a stream, splashing away as it hit the wall and ran down it. The thick stream came again, and again, always with just as much force, splattering against the wall until it rolled down into massive puddles on the dungeon floor.
When it was done, Axel wanted to collapse, but his cock was still hard. Throbbing hard. And for all that he had just emptied his balls, he could feel them refilling, already starting to swell outward once more. It was like there was no end to the lust inside of him.
“A good start,” his mistress said. “I think that we’ll need to keep him nice and stimulated in the garden for a proper fountain set.”
“Mmmph…he damn near squeezed my dick off there. I thought you were fucking him.”
“I was. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know how to tighten up again. Isn’t that right, Fountain?”
Axel could only pant, nodding as he got his face petted and his cheek stroked. He knew that he was being teased, that he was nothing more than a plaything, but at the same time, that was all that he needed to be. At least good playthings got relief; bad ones got pent-up and never had the chance to release.
“Let’s get you all wound up again. Scelrus, if you cum, make sure that you can keep going.”
“I doubt that this one will be able to get me off that fast.”
That only gave him a reason to try and hold on. If nothing else, he would show that smug shark that there was something more to him than just being ‘cute’.
The End
Summary: Axel goes through another whammy of a training session, but at least he gets some relief.