[b][u][center]A Taste of Excess Part 1 For Engy By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Havok had hoped for a call from the Emporium of Excess for some time. After putting in an application for an apprenticeship, along with a few rare samples of his Enchantment work, the white dragon had waited for a response. And waited. And waited. He had almost given up hope when a personalized letter finally found its way to him in one of the Dead Zones of Docetri. In hindsight, he supposed, it was just a trifle foolish hoping that someone would be able to find his ever-moving ‘address’ in the poorer parts of the city. But, as the visor-wearing owl flew away and Havok did his best not to feel at least a little envious of the other man, he was just glad that it had happened at all. Anxious, concerned, and suddenly [i]very[/i] worried about whether it was a trap or not, but glad all the same. The invitation itself was short and to the point. His enchantments had been suitably impressive enough to warrant an interview. Not with one of the lower kobolds of the company, either, but with – “…Oh…wow…” But with Adaris himself, the legendary Engy’s right-hand man. Kobold. Thing. That put a different spin on things. If it had just been some random employee, he was sure that he could fake his way through any awkward or ‘legal’ questions, but with the company’s second in command… Havok pocketed the letter. Whether it was safe or not didn’t matter at this point; he needed that Enchantment accreditation [i]and[/i] the work experience that would come with it. He’d just have to chance it and hope for the best. He turned himself toward the old tunnels that led toward the waterfront. It was going to be a long trek, but now that he finally had an answer, he wasn’t going to just sit here waiting. Even if his heart [i]did[/i] feel like it was going to beat right out of his chest in pure excitement and anxiety. # He'd emerged from the tunnels slightly slimier than he’d gone in, but Adaris – gray-scaled, short, and long-tailed – hadn’t seemed to care when the white dragon arrived at the gates of the Emporium’s warehouse. The kobold, dressed in grand blue and white attire and looking like something out of a Victorian-era portrait, looked him up and down as he approached, and Havok did his best not to feel too self-conscious in the raggedy jeans and ripped shirt that had become his main garments over the past month. “You would be Mr. Havok, yes?” Adaris said. “Uh, yeah, that’s me. Sorry for the –” “Well, if I were a less ethical man, I’d say that you have the job with all the scale you’re showing,” the kobold said with a small chuckle, tucking a bejeweled cane behind his back. “But, as you know, ethics [i]are[/i] a thing. And I’m sure that even someone like you would prefer to earn his job.” “Well, yeah. I – I wasn’t trying to –” “Heh, I’m sure you weren’t.” Having someone staring at him like that hadn’t happened in a while. Not since the time Havok went to visit the Latexians, at the very least, and probably not for a while before that, either. With his quasi-legal lifestyle keeping him bouncing from place to place, he knew that he didn’t look particularly [i]good,[/i] and his immediate instincts were to run. If someone was being this welcoming, there had to be something nasty waiting in the wings. He mentally dug in his heels. If there was a trap, he’d just have to be careful; he couldn’t afford to run now. And besides…as strange as it was, it felt…nice to be wanted. Not many people made him feel that way. More than before he came here, but – “Well?” Adaris said. “…I’m sorry, I – I completely spaced out there. What?” “Are you coming in for the interview?” “Oh. Yes. Let’s, uh, let’s do that.” The shorter male pushed at a wrought-iron gate. It creaked as it opened, though the sound seemed more for effect than for any lack of maintenance to the actual entryway. He followed the other male, looking all around as they passed through the greenery and grounds that surrounded the warehouse. Havok surprised himself as he recognized a number of different ingredients that hung from tree and bush. Most of them were rare, from what he recalled from the various alchemical and enchantment books that he’d scrounged from a hundred different libraries, but they were growing in good condition here. [i]Must be that legendary dragon,[/i] he thought. [i]Oh, this is going to be cool.[/i] Adaris escorted him through a combination of hedge-maze and greenhouse of rare plants, all the way to the warehouse itself. They avoided the main door and walked around the side, climbing a fire-escape ladder to a window before the kobold finally gestured within. “Here?” Havok asked, blinking. “Well, yes. This [i]is[/i] my office.” “Okay. Um…why did we skip the main part of the warehouse?” “Excellent question. Because I don’t want to have to wipe your memory if you don’t get hired. Trade secrets and all.” “…Oh.” “But I think you’ll be fine. Just standard precautions, you understand.” “Uh-huh. Um…” “Unless you’d like to leave now?” It was weird enough that he almost considered it, but the alternatives…weren’t great, to put it mildly. The streets of the Dead Zones in Docetri weren’t quite as dangerous as their names made them sound, but they were far from comfortable, and there were only so many couches, dead cars, and other forms of shelter that he could take before he started running out of favors. He needed a job, one that wouldn’t ask too many questions, and which would – hopefully – fully accredit him as an Enchanter. Once he had that… Well, everything would get better. “I’m not leaving,” Havok said, shaking his head. “Very, very good,” Adaris said, smiling as he opened the window. “In you get.” Havok stepped inside. He managed one more step before something bonked him on the back of the head – “Stop.” A magical force wrapped around his limbs, tail, and head, forcing him to stop in his tracks. One foot was half-off the ground, while the other was planted firmly on the office carpet. He could just barely hear Adaris dragging himself through the window, and his mind raced as he tried to figure out what – “Ah, ah. Be a good boy and [i]stop.[/i]” And just like that, his thoughts stopped in their tracks. It was like someone had just hit the off-button in his brain, and the white dragon stared straight ahead, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly as every muscle in his body relaxed all at once. Another little tap, then another, sunk him further and further into the enforced relaxed state, until he forgot all about how he’d even got where he was. “That’s better. Such a good little dragon. Heh. I seem to have quite the run of luck with dragons that enjoy obeying kobolds, of late,” Adaris said as he stepped back into view. “Look at me, Havok. Right in my eyes, please.” Havok lowered his head. He wasn’t much taller than Adaris, particularly once one took those big horns into consideration, but he still had to look down at the kobold to make eye-contact. His…boss? Superior? Something…hard to think…looked back at him. The end of his bejeweled cane glowed as the kobold used it to nudge the dragon’s clothes this way and that, slowly adjusting them until – Flop. Pfft. They hit the floor. Havok was left naked, his eyes still blank as he stared straight ahead. A faint hint of heat rushed to his cheeks, but he didn’t know why. There was nothing… There was… Nothing… “Not bad, not bad. Certainly doing decently for yourself,” the kobold said, flicking his cane down and delicately nudging the dragon’s balls up. “Hmmm, could use a little inflation…Heh. Who am I kidding? A [i]lot[/i] of inflation.” “…” “Oh, that little bit of Perception-magic does wonders to keep handsome folk like you in line, you know?” Adaris chuckled, patting his cheek. “And you look so much better with all those pesky little thoughts bonked right out of your head.” Perception-magic? Thoughts? Those were concepts that the well-drained dragon didn’t have any understanding of. All he had to do was…was… “Thinking again, are we?” Adaris shook his head. “Tsk, tsk. I told you to stop that. Now, [i]stop.[/i]” And once more, the train of thought that had only barely managed to find the tracks again came to a grinding halt. Havok stared straight ahead as Adaris patted his cheek again, feeling a vague sense of stiffening down below. “Mmmm, oh, that’s much better. You’re one of those drakes that like it when someone shows you where you belong, aren’t you? One of those that likes having all those pesky little ideas pulled out of your head, one by one, so you can do what you’re told without interference. And you get off on it. Yes, oh, yes, you do.” “Mmmph…” The cane was back, this time drawing a line up from between his balls to the tip of his cock. Each touch brought more of the feeling of the deep, relaxed, thoughtless trance, and the deeper that he fell into that, the more that his cock throbbed to life. There was something so…relaxing, so enjoyable about being a thoughtless dragon, someone that didn’t have to do anything but what he was told. Oh, that felt…good. So good, as a matter of fact, so good that it made him throb…throb…throb. “And look at that. Nice and hard for me, already. Of course, it’s a little small for the Emporium, but don’t you worry. For someone like you – for an assistant to someone like me – I’ll fix that up for no charge. You’ll be just [i]perfectly[/i] sized for what I have in mind…” All Havok could do was nod, but he nodded with a small smile on his face. He didn’t know what was going on – or what the kobold had done to him, or why it was happening in the first place – but there was a feeling of being wanted. There was a feeling of being desired, kept, and that was enough to keep him happy. And the horny feeling down below didn’t hurt, either. Adaris stepped out of sight for a moment, and Havok just stared straight ahead. The blissful emptiness that the thought-stop brought with it left him able to…drift. Drift, leaving behind all those feelings of worry and fast-thought and discomfort. There was nothing there, nothing but the warmth between his legs and the general feeling of contentment. This was…this was nice. This was a good thing. This was a very good thing. “There we are. Of course, you’ll need to take several doses of this before you’re at the right size for me, but I think this will be a marvelous start.” Adaris returned, and Havok felt the little guy turn his head to one side. A cork popped out of a bottle – quite loudly, as a matter of fact – and glass touched his lips. “Drink.” Bonk. Every time he was bonked, there was nothing but the desire to obey afterward. There was no need to ask about the vial or what was in it; there was only the need to drink. Havok sealed his lips around the edge of the glass vessel and tilted his head back. Something thick and vaguely creamy flowed into his mouth and over his tongue, dribbling around it for a few seconds before going to the back of his throat. He swallowed – “Good dragon. Very good dragon.” Good dragon. He liked hearing that. As his cock twitched up and down to show his pleasure, he felt the creaminess running down his throat. Once it hit his stomach, it started…spreading. Spreading and flowing through his lower body, sending a warmth through him like a good soup might have done, except…except it was going further down, further inward, like – “Ah…mmmph…” A little moan escaped him as he felt the sudden heat in his sac. It settled in, slowly growing in pleasurable, churning tingles that tickled just below his scales. He shifted his position slightly, spreading his legs further as a dumb little smile started to spread across his face. Churn, churn, churn went that heat, rolling around like gentle, invisible fingers rubbing his balls, and the more that they rubbed him, the more intense the rising pleasure became. More, more, more, rising higher and higher, just like his cock did – “Good boy,” Adaris said, tapping the cane against his cock. “Grow…” Grow. Grow. The heat rose from his balls into his cock, and he moaned as he thrust his hips and arched his back at the same time. His cock jumped, slapping against his stomach with a wet clap, and when it came back down again…it was bigger. Not much, but an inch longer was still an inch longer, and it throbbed with need, a silvery sheen beginning to coat the tip as his arousal surged and his balls – Bonk. “Grow.” Bonk. “Grow.” Bonk. “Grow.” And with each little tease and command, with each little tap of the cane to the head of his cock, Havok [i]grew.[/i] [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Havok goes to the Emporium of Excess to ask for a job, not realizing just what kind of situation he’s getting himself in for. Tags: M/M, Growth, Cock Growth, Ball Growth, Hypnotism, Mind Control, Dragon, Kobold, Dragon Under Kobold, Docetri,