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"writing": "[b][u][center]Becoming a Perverted Ornament\nPart 6\nFor NerubianKnight\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n \n \n \n \n \n\n\n\nAxel was given time to rest while the rest of the manor was brought up to speed. He didn’t dream anything coherently, but he was aware of the passing of time and the pleasure that the dreams brought him.\n\nMouths.\n\nPussies.\n\nAssholes.\n\nPaws.\n\nBreasts.\n\nHe could feel and see all of them against him in his dream, and the constant awareness of slippery slime, of wet, heated goo pressing against his body had him panting in his dreams. He thrust, he ground, he humped against whatever he could press against him, and every time, he was aware of something – something distant, something intense – grinding back against him. Almost like he was encapsulated in something, he was driven further and further with his need, panting and groaning under his breath as he felt the constant lust of his dreams driving him further towards climax.\n\nPleasure. Pleasure was the ultimate goal in the back of his mind. Pleasure and completion, completion and pleasure, as if there was something that would get him off in the dream that would never manage it in the real world.\n\nHump.\n\nThrust.\n\nGrind.\n\nHe moaned as he felt the constant heat of his own pre-cum slathered against his cock, his balls, his belly. The capybara could barely think, his body wracked with the utter need that had been inflicted on him by his mistress. There was no escaping it, no getting around the rampant, wanton rut that burned in his mind.\n\n[i]Make it stop…let me cum…let me…[/i]\n\n“Wake up.”\n\nA familiar voice snapped him from his dreams. Axel sat up, only to immediately grit his teeth as he felt the sheer heft of something heavy between his legs. The capybara looked down –\n\n“Oh…god…”\n\nIt was a mess, alright. A horrible mess had spread between his legs, soaking his cock, balls, thighs, and the blankets and sheets. So much pre-cum had oozed from him overnight, but it was his balls, now, that had his attention.\n\nThey were huge. They were so much bigger than they had been that they looked almost unreal, but the taut flesh and familiar scent told him that they were his. He reached down, felt the tightness of his skin, saw that it was almost transparent if he put any more pressure on it, and whimpered at the sheer fullness that slowly penetrated the back of his brain. The spells of chastity and edging that his mistress had put on him had kept the wet dreams from getting him off, and now, his balls were fuller than ever.\n\n“Holy fuck…holy…fuck…”\n\n“Looks like the mistress’s potion did its job, and then some,” Silvercock said, kneeling by the side of the bed. “I doubt that you’ll be able to move with them this large, though. Do you want a little help draining them before we make our way out to the garden?”\n\n“Please…god, please…”\n\n“Okay. Work with me here. Roll a little – that’s it…”\n\nWorking with the older fox, he slowly managed to roll onto his side, and then onto his stomach. The perpetual erection under him didn’t make it particularly comfortable, but he hadn’t been aiming for that. He just needed relief, considering that his balls felt like they were at least twice their previous size, and he wasn’t sure if they were going to be shrinking anytime soon. Huffing to himself, he slowly raised his hips, seeing if he could lift his ass up a bit –\n\nNo, not much. The moment that his heavy balls felt like they were going to leave the bed, the stringy mess that he had left behind sucked them right back down. Their own weight made it impossible for him to lift them more than an inch off the mattress before he felt like they might just fall off from how heavy they were. They might as well have been anvils between his legs for how heavy they felt.\n\n“Alright, well, that’s not the worst thing that I’ve ever seen from the mistress’s potions,” Silvercock said, moving behind him and taking a seat between his spread legs. “I think we’ll need to get a little prostate milking done before you can get up, though. Ever had that before?”\n\n“Mmmph…only when getting fucked.”\n\n“Well, it’s a different feeling while getting fingered. Hang on a second.”\n\nAxel bit his lips as the fox’s finger slipped past his hole. It wasn’t particularly big, but after having a night of rest, his hole had slowly tightened up again, and it was always weird to get that first penetration of the morning. In, in, in, until he felt the other knuckles against his rim. Not that big, not that intense –\n\n“Mmmph.”\n\nUntil the finger managed to rub against his prostate directly. The gentle teases, the constant nudging and grinding of the tip of the digit right against his sensitive little button, was something that was very different to getting fucked. He clenched his fists against the sheets, already feeling pre-cum oozing from his shaft again. The slime had to be soaking through the sheets into the mattress at this point, but after a few minutes of getting his prostate milked, he honestly didn’t care.\n\nAxel’s lips turned up in a lazy smile as he closed his eyes, huffing and curling his toes from time to time as more and more of the sloppy goo oozed out his cock. Silvercock occasionally rolled his finger, teasing the prostate from a different angle, but every touch just felt [i]good.[/i] The capybara couldn’t push back, but he didn’t have to. Every need he had was getting seen to, already.\n\nIn. Out. In. Out. The constant, gentle thrusts were more than enough to keep him hard and dripping, and little by little, he could feel his balls draining. Not much, and certainly not quickly, but the dead weight between his legs was no longer as drastic. He let out a soft sigh of relief.\n\n“Heh, it was getting fairly heavy, wasn’t it?” Silvercock asked.\n\n“You have no idea…”\n\n“You think that the mistress hasn’t used the rest of us for fountains?” The fox shook his head. “Trust me, I’ve been right where you are more than once.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Now, just lemme do this, and you’ll be right as rain soon enough.”\n\nThat was probably a little bit of an exaggeration, but Axel couldn’t deny that there was certainly some relief. The weight of his balls [i]had[/i] gone down, and he could tell that there was less strain down there. Even the flesh didn’t feel so pushed out, so taut and tight as it had been, and he didn’t have to worry about them potentially exploding if he didn’t get them off sooner than later.\n\nAnd yet, at the same time, there was none of the relief that orgasm would have brought. None of the sense of ease that he wanted came, just a sense of less stress. He groaned, huffing to himself as his balls shrank enough for him to push back, feeling the thick strands of slime against his belly as he did.\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“You only cum with mistress’s permission, heh. You know that.”\n\n“Doesn’t mean…I don’t want to cum…mmmph…”\n\n“It’ll happen, eventually. Need a little more?”\n\nThere was a desperate urge for so much more than what he was getting, but even as horny as he was, Axel knew that wasn’t going to happen. He was needy, wanting, wanton, but there was still enough stuff milked out that he could move. That was going to have to be enough, as a slave.\n\nHe shook his head and the fox pulled his finger free. Grunting, the capybara got his hands under him, pushing himself to all fours, and then slowly rolled himself out of bed.\n\nDespite the milking, his balls were still huge. They weren’t quite knee-hangers anymore, but they were still further down his thighs than he was used to, and big enough that a casual step could easily pull them into a crushing spot. He’d prefer to keep them unbruised, quite honestly.\n\nSilvercock offered him a hand, and he took it as they walked out of the room. The older man patted his back.\n\n“Now, we’re gonna get you hooked up to the fountain out there. You remember how that felt? All zonked and happy? That’s what you’re going to get again. Some of the party guests might play with you a little, but you’re good with that, right?”\n\n“Yeah…yeah, I guess I am.”\n\n“Heh, not that it makes much difference whether you are or not, right?”\n\nDespite himself, he chuckled. It was a bit of a dark ‘joke,’ but in his situation, what wasn’t a little bit dark? He was trapped as a sex slave with a dragoness that had the power to do whatever she wanted to him. He was nothing more than her toy, but as long as he followed orders properly, she would treat him decently. Not kindly, perhaps, but decently, and that would be enough to keep him from losing his mind.\n\nAnd the fountain had been nice the first time. He still remembered how it felt to be hooked up to that magical thing, how it had helped his legs avoid the strain of staying in a squat for hours, and how it had given him fantasy after fantasy.\n\nAxel wasn’t stupid; he knew that part of that had been conditioning him, making him accept all these kinks as fair and real and part of his life. He knew that he had come out of the fountain-time different than he’d gone in, though how much different was foggy and unclear. It could have been just a little bit, it could have been almost a complete identity swap. It was impossible to tell.\n\nBut he still enjoyed it.\n\nSilvercock led him through the house and to the front door. As soon as it opened, he could tell that more time had passed than he’d thought.\n\nIt was late evening, but at least a day later than he’d gotten back from the market. People wandered to and fro in the mistress’s garden maze, and the plaza before the house was packed with people. None of them were familiar, nor did he see anyone that he knew from his time in the market, but they were here nonetheless, either chatting with the dragoness herself or using one of the slaves that wandered around with refreshments.\n\nIt didn’t take him long to spot the mistress, either. She was standing at the center of the gathering, naked as she always seemed to be, and had one person under her foot while the rest of them offered her drinks, rings, and other gifts.\n\n“Is she…that important?” Axel asked as they walked by.\n\n“She’s one of the most powerful mages in the city,” the older fox said with a small shrug. “There’s a lot of people that want access to that power.”\n\n“And the one, ahem, underfoot?”\n\n“That’s just part of what she does. Sometimes, even the most powerful see her and just want to know what it’s like to be one of her slaves.”\n\nAxel could only imagine what it felt like to have that sort of power over others. It seemed impossible to him, but the more that he watched the way that the dragoness played with her underlings, the more that he realized that she just expected this sort of thing from the world. No matter how rich or lusciously dressed her guests were, there was something in the way that she carried herself that just made her look that much…better. It was comforting and tarrying all at once: terrifying for the fact that she could just dominate a room by being her, and comforting knowing that she owned him and didn’t have to bring that full force of will down on him every time.\n\nAs he was led into the maze, he kept looking over his shoulder. He was half-sure that the dragoness would look at him, or call him back. What would he do if she did? Would he come running like a happy dog? Would he kneel and beg for the chance to serve her? Or would he try and keep walking, feeling ashamed of the people that…\n\nThat…\n\nWeren’t staring as much as he thought, he was shocked to realize. The crowd glimpsed at him as he went by, of course, but no more than they looked at Silvercock or the other slaves that were on display. Here, among the dragoness’s belongings and toys, he was just one more slave. Nothing special, nothing stand-out, just a slave that was there for their viewing pleasure.\n\nHe wasn’t sure if he liked that or not.\n\nThere was no call from the mistress, however, and the capybara allowed himself to be led to one of the fountain mounts. The familiar plug standing out from the plinth was enough to make his hole clench down on the little attachment inside. He huffed, a shiver running down his spine as he walked over the empty moat gap and slowly turned around.\n\n“I just sit on it, right?” he asked.\n\n“Mm-hmm. Sit and clench.”\n\n“And how long –”\n\n“Until the mistress says otherwise.”\n\n“And will I…be used?” he asked, looking down the pathway.\n\n“Probably,” Silvercock said. “Mostly orally, though you never know. The mistress has a powerful urge for putting people through their paces, after all.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“Now, I must get back to service duty. Have fun, Fountain.”\n\n“Mmmph…you too, Silvercock.”\n\nThe fox bobbed his head before jogging back up the path, and the capybara looked over his shoulder at the large plug sticking out of the ground. He could all but feel the magic that oozed from it and remembered how quickly he had sunk down into that trance the first time. It was going to be intense, but…\n\nWell, he hoped that he’d enjoy it as much as he did the first time. He just hoped that he was ready.\n\n[i]Oh god, my balls are going to hate me after this…[/i]\n\nHe could already feel them churning away in anticipation as he settled himself over the plug. The metal tip almost slid into his hole as soon as he leaned back, and he had to fight the urge to pull away as he felt the cool kiss of metal to flesh. His toes curled against the stone, his cock rising as it pointed toward the moat, and he knew that his balls – as heavy as they were – were about to be put through their paces.\n\n[i]Here’s hoping that the potion keeps me from screaming later…[/i]\n\nTaking one more deep breath, Axel sat down –\n\nPop.\n\nClick.\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nThe sudden swirl of pleasure that came as the magical tingles ran up his spine was something else. His cock jerked upward, pushed to full erection in seconds, and his balls pulled up. Not just pre-cum milking this time, but –\n\n“Nnngh…nnnngh…”\n\nHe couldn’t move his mouth as it fell open, drooling from the corner of his maw as he stared straight ahead. The pleasure was rippling right up his cock, making it twitch up and down. His balls pulled up, dropped, pulled up, dropped, pulled up –\n\n“Ah…”\n\nA full orgasm hit. Not thirty seconds into being pulled back onto the plug, an orgasm hit. He couldn’t moan as loud as he wanted, nor scream for attention the way that he might have done at one time, but it was an orgasm nonetheless. No simple pre-cum fluid flowing pure and clear, but rather a flow of white that splattered against the inside wall of the moat. It oozed down, forming the first little bit in the fountain around him.\n\nIt wouldn’t be the last.\n\nAlready, he could feel the tingling spell taking control of his hips, his thighs, his legs as a whole. They stiffened, almost petrified against the plug, and he could only stare straight ahead as the rest of the paralysis started to take hold. His arms moved behind his head, keeping them out of the way, and his legs spread further to show off his cock and balls as they hung out in the open. There was no shame, nothing to keep him from exposing himself, and he felt nothing but raw pleasure from doing so.\n\n[i]Show off.\n\nEnjoy.\n\nThrob.\n\nOoze.\n\nLeak.\n\nShow off.[/i]\n\nHe would show off. He would be a fountain. He would fulfill his name.\n\nThe paralysis took over his entire body, freezing him in place while leaving him as flesh and blood as he had always been. Throbbing, oozing, dripping like mad over the stone, he was nothing more than a party decoration.\n\nNothing more than a toy.\n\nNothing more than his name.\n\nFountain squatted there, submitting to the pleasure, and faded.\n\n#\n\n[i]Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.\n\nHis tongue was out and he was forced to grind his tongue into a guest’s ass. He could not see what the guest was; his eyes were half-closed, and all he could see was gray fur with soft black patterns here and there. A raccoon, perhaps.\n\nThey never pulled themselves away far enough for him to see whether they were male or female, but they eagerly used his face for their pleasure. Thrust, bounce, thrust, bounce went those ample cheeks, grinding down on his face and swallowing it between them. His tongue, held out by some will not his own, was nothing more than a fleshy thing for them to enjoy between their cheeks.\n\nHe could lick, he realized, and he did. He dragged his tongue along their rim as they pulled away from his face, only for them to moan and shove their hips back again. He took the ‘abuse’ with ease, keeping his tongue out at all times, staring straight ahead as –\n\nPulse.\n\nPulse.\n\nPulse.\n\nThe constant throbbing below kept his attention from being sucked into that ass. He could feel his cock being milked, more pre-cum flowing through it, the perpetual flow a pleasure in and of itself as it kept dripping away. He could feel every last droplet oozing from the head of his cock, couldn’t ignore the way that his balls kept pulling up and forcing more through his shaft. There was never a lack of stimulation around his shaft, no matter how much of the tingle teased it from the outside.\n\n“Mmmph…fuck, get that tongue in me, pervert…”\n\nFountain did as he was told, getting his tongue in deep, feeling it going further, further, further still, dragged in deep into the raccoon’s hole. They were getting the royal treatment from him, and he had no regrets from giving it.[/i]\n\n#\n\n[i]A different taste. Salty. Musky.\n\nHe could vaguely see a dark dragon standing in front of him, supported on one side by the mistress. They looked down at him together, one white-eyed, the other purple-eyed.\n\n“You always were more…exaggerated with your tastes,” the black-scaled dragon said.\n\n“Well, I know what I like. Unlike you.”\n\n“Hmmph.”\n\n“Go on. Let him show you how well he can worship your soles.”\n\nThe dragons knew each other, obviously, but the knowledge was hardly useful to Fountain. All that he needed to know was that he was expected to worship that dark-scaled foot, and that was something that he could do.\n\nA weak moan escaped his lips as he dragged his tongue between the dragon’s toes, tasting droplets of sweat both old and new. The muskiness was strong, heavy, something that would have captured his mind if he wasn’t already in a trance for someone else. He licked and lapped around the digits, dragging his tongue between them over and over again, huffing as he tilted his head back to get at the sole.\n\nIt didn’t take long for his efforts to start paying him back. He could see a faint erection growing at the dragon’s crotch, the black-scaled guest getting off to his service.\n\n“Heh, told you that he was good,” his mistress said.\n\n“He’s…eager, I’ll give you that.”\n\n“Would you prefer him talkative?”\n\n“Honestly? Yes.”\n\n“Pity for you; he’s not much of a talker when he’s oozing. Perhaps later.”\n\n“Perhaps.”\n\nThe dragon’s toes left his mouth, and Fountain was left without the taste of those surprisingly sensual soles. He would have leaned forward for more, but the plug kept him in place, and the trance soon made him forget the tease, anyway.[/i]\n\n#\n\n[i]Fountain had a brief moment of lucidity as he was pulled from the plug without warning, but the moment passed as soon as the purple-soled foot of his mistress was placed in his face. He stared straight ahead, his cock still suspended over the moat, his eyes wide as he was allowed to stare at her perfect foot.\n\n“Go ahead, Silvercock.”\n\nFamiliar fingers dug between his cheeks and beneath his tail, rubbing his hole gently before slowly sliding in. One finger, two, three, four, stretching him to a point of heated strain, before –\n\nPOP!\n\nIt was a full fist, all at once, pushed in deep and hard to the point where he almost rocked forward off his plinth. Only a second hand on the base of his tail kept him where he was, but the filling feeling was so powerful, so intense, that he didn’t care.\n\nEven the slightest hint of movement back there was enough to rub against his prostate and keep him dripping. He wheezed as he stared straight ahead, losing himself further and further into the hypnosis of his mistress’s sole, watching as her toes danced and her scales reflected the light around her. Her beauty kept him in place, throbbing, oozing, dripping, as that had gaped him and punched deeper, then pulled back –\n\nPOP!\n\nPOP!\n\nOnly to pull out and punch back in, swiftly forcing his hole to stretch again. Each thrust, each touch, kept pushing him further and further toward that impossible edge. Pulsing, throbbing, oozing as his hole was fist-fucked over and over again. He could feel his cheeks getting pushed apart, held that way from other hands that were so eager to grope him, all while he couldn’t stop staring straight ahead.\n\nThose soles.\n\nThe mistress.\n\nThe pleasure.\n\nHe was hers.\n\nHe was hers.\n\nHe was hers.[/i]\n\n#\n\n“Okay, break it up, break it up.”\n\nAxel groaned as he was pulled from the plug again, this time more fully. The capybara stumbled, feeling the familiar ache from last time that he had been yanked from it, but less intensely this time. He wobbled from one foot to the other, grunting as he felt his balls swaying ever so slightly.\n\n[i]Not quite raisins this time, that’s something…[/i]\n\nCupping them with one hand, Axel looked down. Seeing the moat that surrounded him and how it reached nearly two feet deep this time, his heart leaped into his throat. Just how much had that potion been encouraging him to make? Just how much of that had been pulled out of him in the last few hours?\n\n“Hey, let me see the slave. Need to make sure that he’s okay.”\n\nThe new voice pulled his thoughts from kink to reality, and he turned back to the crowd. Pushing his way through it was a winged dragon-goat hybrid, tall enough to tower over most of the crowd – though not necessarily the dragons – and more than strong enough to push toward him. He wore some sort of body-armor, padded and thick, and had a badge on one arm.\n\n“Excuse me. Are you lucid?” the dragon-goat asked as he came to a stop on the other side of the moat.\n\n“Yeah…yeah, I’d say so.”\n\n“Good. I’m Officer Kezohr, and I’m pulling a quick little inspection here.”\n\n“Inspection?”\n\n“Indeed. My department received a call that there was a new slave on display here and I just wanted to make sure that all the suitable precautions had been taken, that you’d been given all you needed, and everything like that.”\n\nHe blinked, still coming out of his half-trance from the plug. He looked down at the moat around him, back at the officer, and then back down again.\n\n“You…wanted to check on me? Make sure I was okay?”\n\n“Of course. Slavery is legal, but that means we check on things. Particularly for newbies.”\n\n“And he’s fine,” the mistress said as she walked up. “As you can see.”\n\n“Oh, I can tell that he’s not bad, obviously, but is he [i]fine?[/i]”\n\n“I’m…”\n\nIt was a chance for him to say that he had been kidnapped.\n\nFor the first time, he realized that he was in a situation where he finally had a say in things. He was talking to someone that would help him if he said one word about anything that he didn’t like. The capybara stared at the dragon-goat as the officer looked him right in the eye, waiting…waiting…\n\nAnd he said nothing.\n\n“You’re sure you’re good?” Kezohr said again.\n\n“Yeah…I’m good.”\n\nAnd for the first time, he honestly felt like he was. For all that he had been kidnapped from his own world, for all that he had lost a lot of what he knew, he felt…better, here. He felt like there was some sort of value that he’d gained by becoming a slave that he hadn’t had as an engineer. Stupid as it sounded, that was genuinely how he felt, and it was something that he didn’t want to lose.\n\nMore than that, the fact that his mistress wanted him – hell, that he was wanted by all the guests, as well – made him feel sexier and safer than he’d ever felt on his own. It was like the world had been turned upside-down. Being a slave was [i]better[/i] than being free, no matter how many ways that he tried to twist that and change it. He could finally admit it, now, that he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay. He wanted…he wanted to be this.\n\n“I’m good, officer,” Axel repeated, putting on a smile that was completely genuine for the first time in a very, very long time. “I’m actually…pretty good here. I used to think that it was a bit…a bit much for me, but mistress convinced me that this is where I really belong. I’m having a better time here. And…and I’m still learning, but I think that I’ll end up being a really good slave for her. All I need is a little time to figure out how it all works, and then? Then I’ll be the best slave that she’s got.”\n\n“Heh, we’ll see about that,” mistress said. “But see, officer? Nothing wrong here.”\n\n“You can’t blame a man for being a little concerned when you see [i]that[/i] much being milked from someone,” Kezohr said, shaking his head at the mess in the moat. “That’s more that you get from some of the professional fountain-slaves, you know.”\n\n“Well, this one is particularly talented.”\n\n“Apparently. Still, I should probably check on the others –”\n\n“Kezohr. Look at me.”\n\nAxel knew that tone, but even though he knew better, he – and every other slave in earshot – turned his attention toward the dragoness. Her eyes were glowing as the officer turned to look at her, and in seconds, that purple fire was reflected in his gaze, staring up at her and melting slowly, going limp as she supported his chin with one claw.\n\n“You want to help out? You go be a good boy for Silvercock. That old fox has been working [i]so[/i] hard lately, and he needs someone to let out a little frustration on. You can bend over and be a good boy for him, can’t you?”\n\n“Mmmph…always like helping people…”\n\n“Good man. Go and do that.”\n\nShe patted his shoulder, and the officer disappeared into the crowd, already starting to take off his uniform. Axel shivered as the fire went out of the dragoness’s eyes as she turned her attention back to him, and he bit his lips as she chuckled, folding her arms under her breasts.\n\n“Well, well, well. It looks like you’ve learned something, after all.”\n\n“I’m just…enjoying myself,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “I didn’t think I would, but there’s something about this world. Something about you. It just makes me feel…right.”\n\nHis mistress nodded at him, her eyes glittering with a knowing shimmer. He knew that it was obvious, now, but when she’d picked him up, it had been nothing but traumatizing. He’d been turned into her toy without the slightest bit of agency allowed to him, and then he’d been brought back here, to a world that was so far from his own that he’d probably never see his home again. That had once brought him fear, but now? Now, it just brought him comfort, because his past had never been that good. It had been something to suffer through, something to tolerate, not something to embrace and enjoy.\n\n“I think that you can take a break from fountain-duty, Fountain,” the mistress said. “Go and find yourself some food and drink. Get fucked if you get asked, but other than that, take a load off.”\n\n“Thank you, mistress.”\n\nWith his legs more capable, he was able to hop down from the plinth without wobbling. Looking back at the mess that he’d left behind, he still couldn’t believe that he even had balls anymore. That much cum, that much slime, felt like it should have drained them to nothing and left him flat between the legs.\n\nBut no, he could still feel them, and he smiled with pride as he walked back up the lane to the party. He had gone through another fountain session, been a good slave, and showed that he had learned his place. Whether that was something hypnotized into him or not, he didn’t know, but he knew that he liked the results.\n\nHe was a slave now, and he felt good about it.\n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n \nSummary: Axel reaches the party and enjoys getting put through his paces.\n \nTags: M/M, M/H, Dragoness, Capybara, Raccoon, Dragon, Hybrid, Fox, Fingering, Fisting, Foot Fetish, Rimming, Ass Worship, Public, Exhibitionism, Plugged, Oozing, Dripping, Milking, Orgasm, Cum, Series, \n",
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Becoming a Perverted Ornament Part 6 For NerubianKnight By Draconicon
Axel was given time to rest while the rest of the manor was brought up to speed. He didn’t dream anything coherently, but he was aware of the passing of time and the pleasure that the dreams brought him.
Mouths.
Pussies.
Assholes.
Paws.
Breasts.
He could feel and see all of them against him in his dream, and the constant awareness of slippery slime, of wet, heated goo pressing against his body had him panting in his dreams. He thrust, he ground, he humped against whatever he could press against him, and every time, he was aware of something – something distant, something intense – grinding back against him. Almost like he was encapsulated in something, he was driven further and further with his need, panting and groaning under his breath as he felt the constant lust of his dreams driving him further towards climax.
Pleasure. Pleasure was the ultimate goal in the back of his mind. Pleasure and completion, completion and pleasure, as if there was something that would get him off in the dream that would never manage it in the real world.
Hump.
Thrust.
Grind.
He moaned as he felt the constant heat of his own pre-cum slathered against his cock, his balls, his belly. The capybara could barely think, his body wracked with the utter need that had been inflicted on him by his mistress. There was no escaping it, no getting around the rampant, wanton rut that burned in his mind.
Make it stop…let me cum…let me…
“Wake up.”
A familiar voice snapped him from his dreams. Axel sat up, only to immediately grit his teeth as he felt the sheer heft of something heavy between his legs. The capybara looked down –
“Oh…god…”
It was a mess, alright. A horrible mess had spread between his legs, soaking his cock, balls, thighs, and the blankets and sheets. So much pre-cum had oozed from him overnight, but it was his balls, now, that had his attention.
They were huge. They were so much bigger than they had been that they looked almost unreal, but the taut flesh and familiar scent told him that they were his. He reached down, felt the tightness of his skin, saw that it was almost transparent if he put any more pressure on it, and whimpered at the sheer fullness that slowly penetrated the back of his brain. The spells of chastity and edging that his mistress had put on him had kept the wet dreams from getting him off, and now, his balls were fuller than ever.
“Holy fuck…holy…fuck…”
“Looks like the mistress’s potion did its job, and then some,” Silvercock said, kneeling by the side of the bed. “I doubt that you’ll be able to move with them this large, though. Do you want a little help draining them before we make our way out to the garden?”
“Please…god, please…”
“Okay. Work with me here. Roll a little – that’s it…”
Working with the older fox, he slowly managed to roll onto his side, and then onto his stomach. The perpetual erection under him didn’t make it particularly comfortable, but he hadn’t been aiming for that. He just needed relief, considering that his balls felt like they were at least twice their previous size, and he wasn’t sure if they were going to be shrinking anytime soon. Huffing to himself, he slowly raised his hips, seeing if he could lift his ass up a bit –
No, not much. The moment that his heavy balls felt like they were going to leave the bed, the stringy mess that he had left behind sucked them right back down. Their own weight made it impossible for him to lift them more than an inch off the mattress before he felt like they might just fall off from how heavy they were. They might as well have been anvils between his legs for how heavy they felt.
“Alright, well, that’s not the worst thing that I’ve ever seen from the mistress’s potions,” Silvercock said, moving behind him and taking a seat between his spread legs. “I think we’ll need to get a little prostate milking done before you can get up, though. Ever had that before?”
“Mmmph…only when getting fucked.”
“Well, it’s a different feeling while getting fingered. Hang on a second.”
Axel bit his lips as the fox’s finger slipped past his hole. It wasn’t particularly big, but after having a night of rest, his hole had slowly tightened up again, and it was always weird to get that first penetration of the morning. In, in, in, until he felt the other knuckles against his rim. Not that big, not that intense –
“Mmmph.”
Until the finger managed to rub against his prostate directly. The gentle teases, the constant nudging and grinding of the tip of the digit right against his sensitive little button, was something that was very different to getting fucked. He clenched his fists against the sheets, already feeling pre-cum oozing from his shaft again. The slime had to be soaking through the sheets into the mattress at this point, but after a few minutes of getting his prostate milked, he honestly didn’t care.
Axel’s lips turned up in a lazy smile as he closed his eyes, huffing and curling his toes from time to time as more and more of the sloppy goo oozed out his cock. Silvercock occasionally rolled his finger, teasing the prostate from a different angle, but every touch just felt good. The capybara couldn’t push back, but he didn’t have to. Every need he had was getting seen to, already.
In. Out. In. Out. The constant, gentle thrusts were more than enough to keep him hard and dripping, and little by little, he could feel his balls draining. Not much, and certainly not quickly, but the dead weight between his legs was no longer as drastic. He let out a soft sigh of relief.
“Heh, it was getting fairly heavy, wasn’t it?” Silvercock asked.
“You have no idea…”
“You think that the mistress hasn’t used the rest of us for fountains?” The fox shook his head. “Trust me, I’ve been right where you are more than once.”
“Mmmph…”
“Now, just lemme do this, and you’ll be right as rain soon enough.”
That was probably a little bit of an exaggeration, but Axel couldn’t deny that there was certainly some relief. The weight of his balls had gone down, and he could tell that there was less strain down there. Even the flesh didn’t feel so pushed out, so taut and tight as it had been, and he didn’t have to worry about them potentially exploding if he didn’t get them off sooner than later.
And yet, at the same time, there was none of the relief that orgasm would have brought. None of the sense of ease that he wanted came, just a sense of less stress. He groaned, huffing to himself as his balls shrank enough for him to push back, feeling the thick strands of slime against his belly as he did.
“Mmmph…”
“You only cum with mistress’s permission, heh. You know that.”
“Doesn’t mean…I don’t want to cum…mmmph…”
“It’ll happen, eventually. Need a little more?”
There was a desperate urge for so much more than what he was getting, but even as horny as he was, Axel knew that wasn’t going to happen. He was needy, wanting, wanton, but there was still enough stuff milked out that he could move. That was going to have to be enough, as a slave.
He shook his head and the fox pulled his finger free. Grunting, the capybara got his hands under him, pushing himself to all fours, and then slowly rolled himself out of bed.
Despite the milking, his balls were still huge. They weren’t quite knee-hangers anymore, but they were still further down his thighs than he was used to, and big enough that a casual step could easily pull them into a crushing spot. He’d prefer to keep them unbruised, quite honestly.
Silvercock offered him a hand, and he took it as they walked out of the room. The older man patted his back.
“Now, we’re gonna get you hooked up to the fountain out there. You remember how that felt? All zonked and happy? That’s what you’re going to get again. Some of the party guests might play with you a little, but you’re good with that, right?”
“Yeah…yeah, I guess I am.”
“Heh, not that it makes much difference whether you are or not, right?”
Despite himself, he chuckled. It was a bit of a dark ‘joke,’ but in his situation, what wasn’t a little bit dark? He was trapped as a sex slave with a dragoness that had the power to do whatever she wanted to him. He was nothing more than her toy, but as long as he followed orders properly, she would treat him decently. Not kindly, perhaps, but decently, and that would be enough to keep him from losing his mind.
And the fountain had been nice the first time. He still remembered how it felt to be hooked up to that magical thing, how it had helped his legs avoid the strain of staying in a squat for hours, and how it had given him fantasy after fantasy.
Axel wasn’t stupid; he knew that part of that had been conditioning him, making him accept all these kinks as fair and real and part of his life. He knew that he had come out of the fountain-time different than he’d gone in, though how much different was foggy and unclear. It could have been just a little bit, it could have been almost a complete identity swap. It was impossible to tell.
But he still enjoyed it.
Silvercock led him through the house and to the front door. As soon as it opened, he could tell that more time had passed than he’d thought.
It was late evening, but at least a day later than he’d gotten back from the market. People wandered to and fro in the mistress’s garden maze, and the plaza before the house was packed with people. None of them were familiar, nor did he see anyone that he knew from his time in the market, but they were here nonetheless, either chatting with the dragoness herself or using one of the slaves that wandered around with refreshments.
It didn’t take him long to spot the mistress, either. She was standing at the center of the gathering, naked as she always seemed to be, and had one person under her foot while the rest of them offered her drinks, rings, and other gifts.
“Is she…that important?” Axel asked as they walked by.
“She’s one of the most powerful mages in the city,” the older fox said with a small shrug. “There’s a lot of people that want access to that power.”
“And the one, ahem, underfoot?”
“That’s just part of what she does. Sometimes, even the most powerful see her and just want to know what it’s like to be one of her slaves.”
Axel could only imagine what it felt like to have that sort of power over others. It seemed impossible to him, but the more that he watched the way that the dragoness played with her underlings, the more that he realized that she just expected this sort of thing from the world. No matter how rich or lusciously dressed her guests were, there was something in the way that she carried herself that just made her look that much…better. It was comforting and tarrying all at once: terrifying for the fact that she could just dominate a room by being her, and comforting knowing that she owned him and didn’t have to bring that full force of will down on him every time.
As he was led into the maze, he kept looking over his shoulder. He was half-sure that the dragoness would look at him, or call him back. What would he do if she did? Would he come running like a happy dog? Would he kneel and beg for the chance to serve her? Or would he try and keep walking, feeling ashamed of the people that…
That…
Weren’t staring as much as he thought, he was shocked to realize. The crowd glimpsed at him as he went by, of course, but no more than they looked at Silvercock or the other slaves that were on display. Here, among the dragoness’s belongings and toys, he was just one more slave. Nothing special, nothing stand-out, just a slave that was there for their viewing pleasure.
He wasn’t sure if he liked that or not.
There was no call from the mistress, however, and the capybara allowed himself to be led to one of the fountain mounts. The familiar plug standing out from the plinth was enough to make his hole clench down on the little attachment inside. He huffed, a shiver running down his spine as he walked over the empty moat gap and slowly turned around.
“I just sit on it, right?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm. Sit and clench.”
“And how long –”
“Until the mistress says otherwise.”
“And will I…be used?” he asked, looking down the pathway.
“Probably,” Silvercock said. “Mostly orally, though you never know. The mistress has a powerful urge for putting people through their paces, after all.”
“Mmmph…”
“Now, I must get back to service duty. Have fun, Fountain.”
“Mmmph…you too, Silvercock.”
The fox bobbed his head before jogging back up the path, and the capybara looked over his shoulder at the large plug sticking out of the ground. He could all but feel the magic that oozed from it and remembered how quickly he had sunk down into that trance the first time. It was going to be intense, but…
Well, he hoped that he’d enjoy it as much as he did the first time. He just hoped that he was ready.
Oh god, my balls are going to hate me after this…
He could already feel them churning away in anticipation as he settled himself over the plug. The metal tip almost slid into his hole as soon as he leaned back, and he had to fight the urge to pull away as he felt the cool kiss of metal to flesh. His toes curled against the stone, his cock rising as it pointed toward the moat, and he knew that his balls – as heavy as they were – were about to be put through their paces.
Here’s hoping that the potion keeps me from screaming later…
Taking one more deep breath, Axel sat down –
Pop.
Click.
“Mmmph…”
The sudden swirl of pleasure that came as the magical tingles ran up his spine was something else. His cock jerked upward, pushed to full erection in seconds, and his balls pulled up. Not just pre-cum milking this time, but –
“Nnngh…nnnngh…”
He couldn’t move his mouth as it fell open, drooling from the corner of his maw as he stared straight ahead. The pleasure was rippling right up his cock, making it twitch up and down. His balls pulled up, dropped, pulled up, dropped, pulled up –
“Ah…”
A full orgasm hit. Not thirty seconds into being pulled back onto the plug, an orgasm hit. He couldn’t moan as loud as he wanted, nor scream for attention the way that he might have done at one time, but it was an orgasm nonetheless. No simple pre-cum fluid flowing pure and clear, but rather a flow of white that splattered against the inside wall of the moat. It oozed down, forming the first little bit in the fountain around him.
It wouldn’t be the last.
Already, he could feel the tingling spell taking control of his hips, his thighs, his legs as a whole. They stiffened, almost petrified against the plug, and he could only stare straight ahead as the rest of the paralysis started to take hold. His arms moved behind his head, keeping them out of the way, and his legs spread further to show off his cock and balls as they hung out in the open. There was no shame, nothing to keep him from exposing himself, and he felt nothing but raw pleasure from doing so.
Show off.
Enjoy.
Throb.
Ooze.
Leak.
Show off.
He would show off. He would be a fountain. He would fulfill his name.
The paralysis took over his entire body, freezing him in place while leaving him as flesh and blood as he had always been. Throbbing, oozing, dripping like mad over the stone, he was nothing more than a party decoration.
Nothing more than a toy.
Nothing more than his name.
Fountain squatted there, submitting to the pleasure, and faded.
#
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
His tongue was out and he was forced to grind his tongue into a guest’s ass. He could not see what the guest was; his eyes were half-closed, and all he could see was gray fur with soft black patterns here and there. A raccoon, perhaps.
They never pulled themselves away far enough for him to see whether they were male or female, but they eagerly used his face for their pleasure. Thrust, bounce, thrust, bounce went those ample cheeks, grinding down on his face and swallowing it between them. His tongue, held out by some will not his own, was nothing more than a fleshy thing for them to enjoy between their cheeks.
He could lick, he realized, and he did. He dragged his tongue along their rim as they pulled away from his face, only for them to moan and shove their hips back again. He took the ‘abuse’ with ease, keeping his tongue out at all times, staring straight ahead as –
Pulse.
Pulse.
Pulse.
The constant throbbing below kept his attention from being sucked into that ass. He could feel his cock being milked, more pre-cum flowing through it, the perpetual flow a pleasure in and of itself as it kept dripping away. He could feel every last droplet oozing from the head of his cock, couldn’t ignore the way that his balls kept pulling up and forcing more through his shaft. There was never a lack of stimulation around his shaft, no matter how much of the tingle teased it from the outside.
“Mmmph…fuck, get that tongue in me, pervert…”
Fountain did as he was told, getting his tongue in deep, feeling it going further, further, further still, dragged in deep into the raccoon’s hole. They were getting the royal treatment from him, and he had no regrets from giving it.
#
A different taste. Salty. Musky.
He could vaguely see a dark dragon standing in front of him, supported on one side by the mistress. They looked down at him together, one white-eyed, the other purple-eyed.
“You always were more…exaggerated with your tastes,” the black-scaled dragon said.
“Well, I know what I like. Unlike you.”
“Hmmph.”
“Go on. Let him show you how well he can worship your soles.”
The dragons knew each other, obviously, but the knowledge was hardly useful to Fountain. All that he needed to know was that he was expected to worship that dark-scaled foot, and that was something that he could do.
A weak moan escaped his lips as he dragged his tongue between the dragon’s toes, tasting droplets of sweat both old and new. The muskiness was strong, heavy, something that would have captured his mind if he wasn’t already in a trance for someone else. He licked and lapped around the digits, dragging his tongue between them over and over again, huffing as he tilted his head back to get at the sole.
It didn’t take long for his efforts to start paying him back. He could see a faint erection growing at the dragon’s crotch, the black-scaled guest getting off to his service.
“Heh, told you that he was good,” his mistress said.
“He’s…eager, I’ll give you that.”
“Would you prefer him talkative?”
“Honestly? Yes.”
“Pity for you; he’s not much of a talker when he’s oozing. Perhaps later.”
“Perhaps.”
The dragon’s toes left his mouth, and Fountain was left without the taste of those surprisingly sensual soles. He would have leaned forward for more, but the plug kept him in place, and the trance soon made him forget the tease, anyway.
#
Fountain had a brief moment of lucidity as he was pulled from the plug without warning, but the moment passed as soon as the purple-soled foot of his mistress was placed in his face. He stared straight ahead, his cock still suspended over the moat, his eyes wide as he was allowed to stare at her perfect foot.
“Go ahead, Silvercock.”
Familiar fingers dug between his cheeks and beneath his tail, rubbing his hole gently before slowly sliding in. One finger, two, three, four, stretching him to a point of heated strain, before –
POP!
It was a full fist, all at once, pushed in deep and hard to the point where he almost rocked forward off his plinth. Only a second hand on the base of his tail kept him where he was, but the filling feeling was so powerful, so intense, that he didn’t care.
Even the slightest hint of movement back there was enough to rub against his prostate and keep him dripping. He wheezed as he stared straight ahead, losing himself further and further into the hypnosis of his mistress’s sole, watching as her toes danced and her scales reflected the light around her. Her beauty kept him in place, throbbing, oozing, dripping, as that had gaped him and punched deeper, then pulled back –
POP!
POP!
Only to pull out and punch back in, swiftly forcing his hole to stretch again. Each thrust, each touch, kept pushing him further and further toward that impossible edge. Pulsing, throbbing, oozing as his hole was fist-fucked over and over again. He could feel his cheeks getting pushed apart, held that way from other hands that were so eager to grope him, all while he couldn’t stop staring straight ahead.
Those soles.
The mistress.
The pleasure.
He was hers.
He was hers.
He was hers.
#
“Okay, break it up, break it up.”
Axel groaned as he was pulled from the plug again, this time more fully. The capybara stumbled, feeling the familiar ache from last time that he had been yanked from it, but less intensely this time. He wobbled from one foot to the other, grunting as he felt his balls swaying ever so slightly.
Not quite raisins this time, that’s something…
Cupping them with one hand, Axel looked down. Seeing the moat that surrounded him and how it reached nearly two feet deep this time, his heart leaped into his throat. Just how much had that potion been encouraging him to make? Just how much of that had been pulled out of him in the last few hours?
“Hey, let me see the slave. Need to make sure that he’s okay.”
The new voice pulled his thoughts from kink to reality, and he turned back to the crowd. Pushing his way through it was a winged dragon-goat hybrid, tall enough to tower over most of the crowd – though not necessarily the dragons – and more than strong enough to push toward him. He wore some sort of body-armor, padded and thick, and had a badge on one arm.
“Excuse me. Are you lucid?” the dragon-goat asked as he came to a stop on the other side of the moat.
“Yeah…yeah, I’d say so.”
“Good. I’m Officer Kezohr, and I’m pulling a quick little inspection here.”
“Inspection?”
“Indeed. My department received a call that there was a new slave on display here and I just wanted to make sure that all the suitable precautions had been taken, that you’d been given all you needed, and everything like that.”
He blinked, still coming out of his half-trance from the plug. He looked down at the moat around him, back at the officer, and then back down again.
“You…wanted to check on me? Make sure I was okay?”
“Of course. Slavery is legal, but that means we check on things. Particularly for newbies.”
“And he’s fine,” the mistress said as she walked up. “As you can see.”
“Oh, I can tell that he’s not bad, obviously, but is he fine?”
“I’m…”
It was a chance for him to say that he had been kidnapped.
For the first time, he realized that he was in a situation where he finally had a say in things. He was talking to someone that would help him if he said one word about anything that he didn’t like. The capybara stared at the dragon-goat as the officer looked him right in the eye, waiting…waiting…
And he said nothing.
“You’re sure you’re good?” Kezohr said again.
“Yeah…I’m good.”
And for the first time, he honestly felt like he was. For all that he had been kidnapped from his own world, for all that he had lost a lot of what he knew, he felt…better, here. He felt like there was some sort of value that he’d gained by becoming a slave that he hadn’t had as an engineer. Stupid as it sounded, that was genuinely how he felt, and it was something that he didn’t want to lose.
More than that, the fact that his mistress wanted him – hell, that he was wanted by all the guests, as well – made him feel sexier and safer than he’d ever felt on his own. It was like the world had been turned upside-down. Being a slave was better than being free, no matter how many ways that he tried to twist that and change it. He could finally admit it, now, that he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay. He wanted…he wanted to be this.
“I’m good, officer,” Axel repeated, putting on a smile that was completely genuine for the first time in a very, very long time. “I’m actually…pretty good here. I used to think that it was a bit…a bit much for me, but mistress convinced me that this is where I really belong. I’m having a better time here. And…and I’m still learning, but I think that I’ll end up being a really good slave for her. All I need is a little time to figure out how it all works, and then? Then I’ll be the best slave that she’s got.”
“Heh, we’ll see about that,” mistress said. “But see, officer? Nothing wrong here.”
“You can’t blame a man for being a little concerned when you see that much being milked from someone,” Kezohr said, shaking his head at the mess in the moat. “That’s more that you get from some of the professional fountain-slaves, you know.”
“Well, this one is particularly talented.”
“Apparently. Still, I should probably check on the others –”
“Kezohr. Look at me.”
Axel knew that tone, but even though he knew better, he – and every other slave in earshot – turned his attention toward the dragoness. Her eyes were glowing as the officer turned to look at her, and in seconds, that purple fire was reflected in his gaze, staring up at her and melting slowly, going limp as she supported his chin with one claw.
“You want to help out? You go be a good boy for Silvercock. That old fox has been working so hard lately, and he needs someone to let out a little frustration on. You can bend over and be a good boy for him, can’t you?”
“Mmmph…always like helping people…”
“Good man. Go and do that.”
She patted his shoulder, and the officer disappeared into the crowd, already starting to take off his uniform. Axel shivered as the fire went out of the dragoness’s eyes as she turned her attention back to him, and he bit his lips as she chuckled, folding her arms under her breasts.
“Well, well, well. It looks like you’ve learned something, after all.”
“I’m just…enjoying myself,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “I didn’t think I would, but there’s something about this world. Something about you. It just makes me feel…right.”
His mistress nodded at him, her eyes glittering with a knowing shimmer. He knew that it was obvious, now, but when she’d picked him up, it had been nothing but traumatizing. He’d been turned into her toy without the slightest bit of agency allowed to him, and then he’d been brought back here, to a world that was so far from his own that he’d probably never see his home again. That had once brought him fear, but now? Now, it just brought him comfort, because his past had never been that good. It had been something to suffer through, something to tolerate, not something to embrace and enjoy.
“I think that you can take a break from fountain-duty, Fountain,” the mistress said. “Go and find yourself some food and drink. Get fucked if you get asked, but other than that, take a load off.”
“Thank you, mistress.”
With his legs more capable, he was able to hop down from the plinth without wobbling. Looking back at the mess that he’d left behind, he still couldn’t believe that he even had balls anymore. That much cum, that much slime, felt like it should have drained them to nothing and left him flat between the legs.
But no, he could still feel them, and he smiled with pride as he walked back up the lane to the party. He had gone through another fountain session, been a good slave, and showed that he had learned his place. Whether that was something hypnotized into him or not, he didn’t know, but he knew that he liked the results.
He was a slave now, and he felt good about it.
The End
Summary: Axel reaches the party and enjoys getting put through his paces.