[b][u][center]A Dancer for Sale For SaltirePhoenix By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Nova Sinclair was floating in the middle of a beautiful pair of hypnotic rings, and he didn’t know how he’d gotten there. All he knew was that he had to dance. Step. Step. Kick. He brought a bare foot off the ground, feeling the long, transparent legging of his harem pants stroking along his leg as he did. He caught the glint of a metal band around his ankle and another around his big toe, pointing his leg at the apex of his kick before bringing his foot back down. The soft thump of it hitting the floor was barely enough to hold his attention before he shimmied again, his belly and his hips swaying from side to side as he showed himself off to a beat that only he seemed to hear. The bat was vaguely aware of something beyond the dancing rings in his eyes, but it was so faint, so far away, that he barely cared. There was something more rewarding about doing what the rings wanted him to do, anyway; swaying his hips, dancing, showing off every inch of his body through the transparent silks, was far more enjoyable than trying to puzzle out where he was. And yet, puzzle he did. [i]Gangs…a mystery…[/i] Something had happened. He’d done something, maybe irritated someone? That was as far as his mind could take him, though, before – Ting. Ting. Ting. There was a soft bell in the distance, and every time it rang, the spirals and rings in his eyes grew brighter. He smiled, sighing, his eyes half-closed as he swayed his way back and forth. The soft pants stroked him beneath them, cradling his cock and balls, rubbing his rump, teasing everything with their feather-soft touch. And he danced, and he danced, and he danced. At some point, he was aware of someone else in the sea of color. A bronze-scaled alligator reached out, taking him by the hand, and led him forward. Nova followed, adjusting his dance, tapping his toes and sliding his feet along a smooth floor as he was led forward into the light. Brighter light, white light beamed down on him, and he almost stumbled when the alligator thrust him forward into it. Shapes, more shapes, appeared in front of him. They were…a gathering? No, an audience. They stared up at him, grinning, their eyes wide, their faces turned up in excitement at the sight of him. He felt good. He felt appreciated. He felt wonderful. “What am I bid for this bat?” the alligator called from behind, voice so soft that he could barely hear even with his amazing ears. “What am I bid for this pleasurable dancer, so inquisitive that he couldn’t keep his nose out of someone else’s business? What am I bid for this exotic dancer?” Numbers were too hard for Nova to follow, so he didn’t try. All he did was keep up the dance, swaying his hips, turning in place, showing off his whole body. He turned so that his back faced toward the audience, leaning forward and letting his rump show as the little nub of his tail went up just a little ways, showing off the fine swell of his cheeks before going up on tiptoes. All the movement went right to his hips as he went all the way up on his toes, showing off his soles, the soft, supple things completely exposed – He felt good. He felt hot. He jumped, coming down with a soft smack on his bare feet, continuing his turn around, his cock rising in the harem pants. There was no urge to thrust, but there was also no need to. All he had to do was keep swaying, and swaying, his cock rising up and pushing forward against the soft, transparent silks that covered him. No, they didn’t even do that anymore. They showed him off. They cupped his cock and balls, showing them to the audience, giving him a clear sign of just how horned up he was. The numbers kept rising, going up. He couldn’t tell how fast, but there was something…something powerful about the way that they were willing to hand over so much money to get their hands on him. He felt good, and more than that, he felt like he was valuable, like there were people that wanted him in a way that few others would. “Fifty thousand.” Nova only noticed that number because it was so much higher than the one before it. The surprise wasn’t enough to shock him out of his dance, but it was enough to keep him from missing it. He turned his head toward the silhouette that was standing up from the crowd, seeing wings, horns, and a height that could look down on so many. [i]Nice…[/i] There was a warmth in the silhouette as he stepped from the darkness. No more numbers came, and no more calls filled the hall. All that mattered was the one that had said the last one, and as he stepped into the light, Nova thought he knew him. Yet, how could he forget someone like that? A dragon that was seven feet tall, with scales as dark as the blackest patch of night to ever exist, with eyes so white that it looked as if the celestial clouds were peering through the depths of the void at him. He was right there, standing in a gold coat with long, formal pants and a suit and tie under it, yet barefoot as the bat himself was. The dragon looked him up and down, then looked behind him at the alligator once more. “Fifty thousand,” the dragon repeated. “Fifty thousand. Going once…” The crowd said nothing as the alligator called to them. The next call was answered by a tighter silence. And the third – “Sold, to the dragon with the money. Hand it over, good sir, and inspect your new property at your leisure.” Nova stopped dancing. It no longer felt quite right to be shaking his hips and showing himself off, not when he had been bought. The show was over, he felt, and yet, at the same time, some part of him was all but sure that it had only just begun. As the dragon tossed a bag of money at the alligator, Nova was sure that he had seen the dark dragon before at some point. There was…something there, something that tickled behind the walls of colorful spirals that danced in his mind, but try as he might, he couldn’t push through them to find it. They were completely overwhelming, completely destroying his ability to think. And honestly, that was fine with him; it was the first break he’d had in…in… Too long. The dragon approached, looking down at him ever so slightly before shoving a thumb past the corner of his mouth. Nova let his mouth fall open, his usual indignation at having someone just invade his personal space fading away under the desire to obey, to show off, to be – Good boy. Good bat. Very good bat. The soft praise in the back of his mind was enough to make him tremble, and his cock throbbed all the harder. The front of his transparent harem pants was wet, forming a clasping swathe of fabric right at the head of his cock. The lovely sensation of the head of his shaft getting teased by his pants alone was something that he’d never enjoyed to quite this degree before. And that thumb… There was something so…intriguingly teasing about it as it rubbed against his tongue, as it pressed his tongue down and pinned it in place. He could taste an odd saltiness to it, something both intimate and sensual, and he groaned as it kept his mouth open for a bit longer. “Good for me,” the dragon said. The thumb stroked along his tongue the whole way out of his mouth, eventually popping free. His tongue hung past his lips for a second afterward, only for the dragon to shove it back into his mouth. “With me.” It was a simple command, something that was so easy to follow, but Nova was far enough in the trance that he struggled to follow it. He stumbled forward with one step, then another, and had to take a third before he could walk without feeling as if he would fall over at any given second. The dragon led him away, and the spirals glowed all the brighter. # He was in a car. No, he was on the sidewalk. No, he was on a bus with vibrating floors that made his feet tingle and tickle the whole way home. No, he was being carried, almost like a lover through a door. There were so many different moments, so many hazy thoughts. They were both all real and none of them real at the same time, and he didn’t know how to separate the two from each other. All he knew was that they were one and the same, real and unreal, and powerful for all that. His head spun as he realized that he’d left the street behind and stood in the dragon’s bedroom instead. As he turned in place, he felt the dragon pulling his shirt off, leaving him topless as the silk fabric hit the floor. The bat turned to face his new master, his new owner, and again, felt like he should know the white-eyed, dark-scaled dragon. The name, if there was one, escaped him, and all he could do was stare and wait for the first order that his master had. “I could feel a talented tongue in your mouth,” the dragon said, stroking a finger under his chin as his other hand went for the zipper under that golden coat. “The first thing that you’re going to show me is whether I was right. If I paid as much as I did for someone that doesn’t know how to use his mouth properly, I will be quite…displeased. Do you understand me, little bat?” “This bat understands,” Nova managed to mutter, feeling an almost impossible need for the dragon’s cock in his mouth. “This bat…this bat will show his skills.” “I hope you will.” The dragon’s zipper came down, and at the same time, Nova fell to his knees. The twin spirals that were always before his eyes were joined by a third one, one that happened to be centered around the dragon’s shaft as it pushed between the zipper hole. The head, just barely covered by a bit of foreskin, seemed to take the center of the latest spiral, pulling his attention to it, and… And it was beautiful. Nova had been face-to-cock with a number of men, though seldom like this, and he knew that this was a monster of a cock, but one with its own beauty. Humanoid rather than bestial, it had the sheer heft of someone that had conquered many a hole. Fourteen inches of thick meat hung from between the dragon’s legs, and beneath it hung a sac that was as heavy as it was tight, the scales pulled close to the swollen orbs. As he lifted the shaft with the tip of his nose, he breathed in and fell for the musk that came from the shaft itself. It was a heady thing, rich but not offensive, and as male as one could imagine. He dragged his nose from side to side under the tip, feeling the little drippings of pre-cum already anointing him. [i]Delicious…[/i] It promised such a powerful feeling to worship something like this, and he tilted his head back to allow the tip to rest on his lips rather than his nose. Slowly, ever so slowly, he stuck out his tongue and cradled the shaft against it, feeling the first little bit of the flavor soaking into his taste buds. Manliness. Muskiness. Saltiness. Bitterness. A warmth that was completely cock, and nothing more, and nothing less. A shiver ran down his spine as he took it all in, his own shaft throbbing all the harder in his harem pants and soaking the front with how much it aroused him. He pushed his tongue out further, slowly extending more and more to tease the shaft. The tongue of a fruit bat was quite extensive, and he put the whole thing to play. A long, slow lap from the base to the head was the first step, only to guide the head into his mouth a moment later. The heavy, hot taste was stronger now, flowing over his tongue in regular intervals. It wasn’t squirting yet, but the dragon’s lust was strong, and his shaft flowed productively. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. He savored the heated pulses between his lips as he closed his mouth around the shaft, clasping his hands behind his back. Something told him to show off, to prove that he knew what he was doing, and he could easily do that for his master. As he bobbed his head, there was no need to use his hands. He brought his head down, down, down, pulling seven of the fourteen inches past his lips with ease, only to pull back to the head and flicker his tongue all over it. His lips held the foreskin back, allowing him to tease the head properly, giving it the worship and adoration that it was due, cleaning it of the excessive pre-cum that had built up there. No filth waited, none at all, but the dragon was so productive that there was so much to swallow. And swallow he did. Over, and over, and over again. He could hardly believe the sheer amount of pre-cum that the dragon dripped, but was happy to be blessed with it. As he bobbed his head forward and back, he slowly went deeper. Bit by bit, he could feel that shaft pushing into his throat, gradually opening his neck up little by little. The way that it felt to have that broad head so far down his neck was intense; it made him wonder if this was why he had been purchased. The master was so well-endowed that he couldn’t imagine the average man or woman being able to take half the shaft, even if they could handle the sheer girth of it. It was almost as wide as his wrist, and if it wasn’t for his sheer hypnotized need – [i]Mmmph…mmmph…[/i] And he was glad…Glad that he was hypnotized. He wanted to…take more…to feel more… In. Out. In. Out. He bobbed his head forward, back, forward, back, each time feeling that heavy cock pin his tongue in place, each time getting closer and closer to the base. It was like that had become his target. He had to get down to the bottom of the cock, and…and… He didn’t know why. He didn’t know what would happen then. All he knew was that he had to show his master that he could do it. Seven inches became nine, then ten. Eleven popped into his mouth, then twelve, with the last two straining just out of reach. He almost gagged on the thirteenth, feeling the sheer stiffness of the dragon’s cock rubbing against his gag reflex and almost being too much. He could see the last inch just past his lips, and he grunted as he forced himself forward. His lips finally reached the base, and he could no longer breathe. The sheer size of that thing had finally defeated his throat, but he had managed to conquer it by taking the whole thing at once. He swallowed, one hand finally moving from behind his back to touch his throat, feeling the heavy log of meat in his neck. [i]Did…it…[/i] “Mmmph…well done, bat.” His master pulled back, slowly. The departure of the shaft was almost as hard as taking it in the first place, and Nova had to focus almost entirely on just breathing normally and not gagging around the heavy rod as it left his throat. He wheezed as it bobbed up before his eyes, the whole thing slathered in his spit, and he stared at it like some sort of magical rod that had been summoned before him. “You took the whole thing. Very good…very good.” The world shimmered, and he realized belatedly that he had moved. He was crawling onto a bed, and there were hands rubbing along his hips, pulling, teasing at his pants. The bat arched his back, stretching one leg out as the master pulled the transparent harem pants down. The way that the soft silks cupped and stroked along his cock as they slid off was just as pleasurable as the feeling of being exposed to his master, and he bit off a giggle. A giggle. He’d never been so relaxed in his life. The master slowly pulled the pants off of him the rest of the way, and Nova leaned forward to spread his cheeks for the master. He could feel a soft huff of air against his hole, a pair of thumbs on either side, and he shivered as they spread him. No tongue, nothing like that, but there was a feeling of being stared at, admired, and – Yes, there it was. A little pre-cum fell on one leg, telling him that the dragon master enjoyed the view that he was getting back there. He was as alluring as he had hoped that he was. The master let go, his hole coming together again before the dragon patted his thigh. Nova rolled onto his back, staring down at the master’s cock as it slapped down over his own. So close together, it was impossible to deny how huge his owner was, and how big that thing looked. It was going to go inside of him, but rather than being frightened or concerned, Nova could only feel a sense of urgency, of want and utter desire for that thing to be inside of him. “You’re going to be stretched wide after this,” the dragon said. “I’m here for you, master.” “Heh, yes, you are.” “I will dance whatever dance you demand, master.” “Well, your fine feet are going to take a break for now.” “Mmmph…” “In fact…” Even as the dragon rolled his hips back, bringing his cock back to the bat’s hole, the master also grabbed hold of his ankles. The feeling of having someone gripping them so tightly was new to him, as was the feeling of them being brought to the master’s face and feeling that hot breath blowing between his toes. “Ah…” “Relax.” The spirals made such a command impossible to resist. Nova moaned as he slumped further into the bed, his back and his shoulders going limp, his legs losing most of their muscle control. He let the master take full control, and the master’s strong grip was just what he needed around his ankles… And that cock was just what he needed between his cheeks. Despite how thick it was, he was so relaxed that he could feel his hole already giving in, already stretching without resistance to take that [i]thing[/i] as deep as he could. A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined what that thing would do to him when it was all the way inside, only for the little fear-pleasure to turn into pure pleasure as he giggled to himself again. “Mmmph…” “That’s it. Such a good bat for his master…” The dragon leaned his head to the side, a slender, forked tongue twisting free before dragging along Nova’s sole. The bat arched his back, pushing his hips against the master’s cock – Pop. And then it was in. Just like that, it was inside of him, sliding deeper as the dragon huffed and licked against the bat’s sole. The simple shift was so intense that Nova didn’t have the words to explain how good it felt. Or the air, for that matter; it was all wheezing out between his teeth. “Ah…ah…ah…” “Just take it…relax…and take it…” The soft commands between gentle licks helped, but it was still impossible to just ‘take’ something that was that big. He could feel how huge the dragon’s cock actually was, how it was forcing his hole to stretch wider than any toy that had ever been under there before – [i]Any?[/i] And certainly more than he had done recently. And yet, it was good. It was [i]so[/i] good. The warmth, the slight pain-pleasure, and the soft comfort of that tongue lapping against his sole, the forked tips working their way along his arch towards his toes, was just what he needed. A very eager batty, a very hypnotized batty, gave in to the pleasure of being under the master, and let him do whatever he wanted. In. Out. In. Out. The slow thrusts rocked him back and forth across the bed, both opening him up and dragging him along at the same time. His inner walls clenched down, learning the size and shape of the master’s shaft, slowly getting the shape of it imprinted on him. The sheer heft of fourteen inches gradually working their way into him – fourteen inches as thick as his wrist – was enough to keep him rock hard and oozing over his belly. So, ooze he did, and moan. Each thrust drew more from him, and the soft warmth of the dragon’s tongue – and then his mouth – around the bat’s toes was more than enough to leave him trembling for more. The toes of his untouched foot curled over and over again, grasping for something that wasn’t there, all while the dragon pinned them in place with his strong hands. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. It didn’t take long for him to be completely filled with all fourteen inches, feeling it all the way in his guts, knowing that he had pleased the dragon, his owner. In, out, in, out it went, the soft clapping of balls against his rump echoed with the squelching and squirting of the master’s pre-cum inside. It was hot and slick, and he huffed, his mouth hanging open and his eyes slack as he stared at the ceiling. [i]So…good…[/i] The colors continued to ripple around him, keeping him relaxed, keeping him open and receptive. Every time that the master bottomed out in him, it was like the colors got stronger, more vibrant, keeping him from thinking of anything but the treatment that he got. The master’s tongue pulled his toes past soft lips, and he moaned as his owner sucked on his toes as he bottomed out hard. The dragon’s scaly crotch ground against his ass, nudging, throbbing, the pulsing veins on that massive dick hitting his prostate like something else. He moaned, his mouth hanging open as he took it all. Took it all, and more. In. Out. In. Out. Faster, harder, deeper it went, and he gasped for breath as he was rocked back and forth on the bed. There was nothing more than that cock, nothing more than it and that tongue teasing his toes. The soft licks between them, the thrusts of the forked tip along his digits and then around them, drew whimpers and gasps for more out of him in equal measure. Thrust. Squelch. Thrust. Squelch. The spirals drew him deeper, and his breath came faster. In, out, in, out, the heat around his hole and the constant boosts of need growing stronger and stronger. He could barely breathe, and he felt like a mess, but he was in his proper place. He was getting used the way that a good bat was supposed to. He was a good bat. He was a good batty. As the dragon swapped to kiss and tease the other sole, Nova could feel the explosion of pleasure edging closer and closer. His back arched ever so slightly off the bed, all that he could manage with the pleasure of the trance upon him. He didn’t care; he was almost there, and just changing that position that little bit – “Nnnngh!” The master’s cock hit his prostate just right, and he went over the edge. He curled his toes around the master’s tongue, holding it in place, huffing as he came all over himself. His cock jerked and jetted against his stomach, soaking him from his belly-button to his nipples, smearing through his fur in the process. And as his hole clenched down in utter joy and desperation, he felt the surge begin. His hole burned as the dragon’s cock seemed to almost expand to release all that pent-up seed, and he groaned as he felt it shooting into his depths. The first one was so intense, so powerful, and the second one felt just as strong. It sprayed deep inside of him, filling him to the brim with the thicker, muskier version of what he had been sucking down just minutes ago, and he could feel the master’s lips jammed against his sole, nuzzling against his foot as if getting off on that as much as his hole. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Each shot was its own erotic boost, slamming him over the edge himself again. He felt filled, and covered, and completely, utterly ruined in the best of ways. His breath caught in his throat as he stared toward the ceiling, his body spasming from head to toe as the warm flow continued to go through him. When it finally ended, he could barely breathe. The dragon looked down at him, slowly lowered the bat’s legs, and reached down with one hand to cup his chin. They looked eye to eye, and the spirals finally seemed to weaken. The color faded, becoming more of a deep, cloudy white, and Nova was happy to surrender himself to it. “Relax…” He did, his hole no longer clenching around the dragon’s cock. “Relax.” Further, then, his limbs going limp, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly as the corners of it quirked up in a smile. “Relax.” # Nova woke with a feeling of intense soreness under his tail, as well as the feeling of a rather gummed-up towel under his rump. He groaned as he put one hand under him, only to hiss at the tenderness of bringing his cheeks together right that moment. “Sounds like you’re back to normal.” He looked off to the right. Draconicon – [i]How did I forget your name?[/i] Draconicon stood up from the chair at the corner of the bedroom, reaching for a tray that had two tea-cups on it, as well as a few small finger sandwiches and a couple of other treats. He extended his arm while holding the tray, and the bat took one of the tea-cups with a small nod of thanks. “How are you feeling?” Draconicon asked. “Other than a [i]very[/i] sore bum, quite well, actually. That was…surprisingly real.” “Hmmm, glad that I was able to make that work. First time doing a hypnotic story to that level for a while.” “Well, I could find no flaws.” “I doubt you were probing for them, heh.” “Admittedly, no, but I still enjoyed myself. Quite a fine job, sir.” “Thank you.” Nova smiled, adjusting himself slowly until he could find a position that didn’t cause some strain on his rump. There weren’t many that didn’t also involve reclining, and as much as he had just gone through some serious use, he wasn’t about to give up his dignity as a butler and aide of some skill. He sat up a little bit more than he probably should have, biting off a grunt of discomfort as his hole burned more than he liked, and sipped his tea again. Draconicon chuckled. “You know, you were quite a bit more relaxed in trance.” “Yes, well, I was hoping to enjoy some time off, and I did. But there are standards to be maintained.” “I could just put you right back in it.” “And then what would get done, sir?” “You have a point, annoyingly enough.” “As I should, sir.” Nova smiled despite himself. Of course, he wasn’t [i]actually[/i] the dragon’s full-time servant. He imagined that there were many that would apply for the role, considering the loveliness of the dragon that Draconicon didn’t seem inclined to admit existed, but he did come by and help out where he could. Between detective and investigation work, of course; Drac offered to pay some of the bills here and there, but a man had his pride, and a bat had far more than that. “How do you like the tea?” the dragon asked, joining him on the bed. “Quite nice. I won’t ask what sort.” “Probably best; not of this world, after all.” “Well, goes to show that there are civilized people everywhere.” “Tea’s your metric, hmm?” “Hardly; it’s more the practice that goes into making it. Proper appreciation for quality, the patience to make it properly, and all the other little habits that a good tea indicates in a person. Those are what I look for in civilized company.” “Well, glad that I pass that bar.” Getting a hug from a dragon was not dissimilar from having a wall fall on you; once it happened, you just had to go along with it, even if you weren’t far smaller than the dragon giving the hug in the first place. There was a strength and inevitability to the embrace that one just had to accept, and he did so with as much grace as he could muster. When the dragon let him go, Nova opened his mouth – “Ah. No more talk just yet,” Draconicon said. “You have a towel under you that needs replacing, plus a bit of a bath waiting for you in a few minutes. Not to mention a fair bit of relaxation to get that hard use out of your system. Being hypnotized for a while takes it out of you, and I don’t want you overestimating what you can do just because you happen to think of something I haven’t done yet.” “…” “Dragon’s orders. You can go back to being a good batty butler later.” “As you say, sir,” he said, though not without a small smile that he couldn’t quite hide. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Nova is a bat that’s fallen under hypnosis, unable to resist what happens to him. Thankfully, it’s mostly sex. Tags: M/M, Dancing, Auction, Oral, Blowjob, Anal, Foot Play, Dragon, Draconicon, Hypnosis, Orgasm, Cum, Aftercare,