Father's Bitch
A very non-canon story commissioned by leviathan white dragon, following his desires to have a daddy to really teach him a lesson. That's definitely what happens here.
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Father's Bitch For LeviathanWhiteDragon By Draconicon
Draconicon shook his head as he finally filled the last vial of love potions that he'd been commissioned for, setting it down very, very carefully in the box with the rest of them. Around forty-eight hours of work had gone into making those, and he couldn't imagine what he'd do if they were smashed, or damaged, or otherwise rendered useless to his employer.
Should have joined one of the guilds a long time ago...maybe then I'd have some more job security.
As it was, he was making ends meet, but only barely. The black dragon had to work very, very hard, and very, very long hours to support himself and his son, and often didn't have the time that he needed to make sure that he stayed sane. Magical spells kept him energized, and small enchantments gave him the equivalent of sleep. And when he had time to spend alone...
Well, he didn't have much of that. And less lately, mostly because of -
"Master."
The dragon grumbled in the heat of his lab as he heard the voice of one of his imp servants, slowly turning his head to face the little warty hell-pixie. It floated a few feet away, and backed a few feet further away as he fixed it with his white glare.
"What?"
"Um...There's, um, an issue with your son."
"Is there ever not?"
"It involves Lord Atherton, as well."
Lord Atherton. Better known as his current client. Better known still as the client that had most of his yearly earnings tied up in this one little venture. He slowly stepped away from the box, which happened to advance him on the imp. This fact did not seem to go unnoticed, as the reddish-brown minion shivered and slipped back a few more steps.
"It...it seems that your son, Leviathan, has...well..."
"Out with it."
"He managed to offend Lord Atherton's love interest...and had her sent away in the process, due to the offense given."
Draconicon's thoughts came in a whirlwind. The client's love interest had been specifically monitored to make this potion possible. He'd gathered information, ingredients, and even a few horrible things that were specifically needed to tune the potion to her. He'd even made sure that nothing would get in the way once the vials were ingested...
And his son had rendered it all pointless.
The dust in the room started to spin and swirl in the tempest of the enraged dragon's magic, and his roar shook the foundations of his tower. That was...He might be able to salvage the deal, but this was inexcusable.
"Leviathan!"
His shout, combined by his own magic, summoned his son to the chamber. Judging by the wetness dripping off of the smaller, white-scaled dragon, he'd been swimming. Perhaps fleeing, perhaps having a jaunty time of it...but nevertheless, naked.
Draconicon grabbed him by the throat, squeezing tight enough to cut off the other dragon's air supply. He lifted his son off of the ground, holding him four feet in the air and glaring up at him.
"What...did...you...do?"
"Ack...I..."
Groaning, the dragon summoned his magic directly, sending it through his gaze into his son's mind. It was a matter of a few seconds to see what his idiot child had done, and when he finished, he dropped him to the floor. Leviathan crumpled onto his back, but before he could get up, Draconicon raised one foot and stomped down on his chest.
"You thought it would be a good idea...to prank the one that my client has been trying to woo for the last six months? And not just prank her, but to leave her so humiliated, so...shamed...that she has to leave the country?! What possessed you? What made you think this was a good idea?"
"I...I was bored..."
"Bored?"
He shivered in his rage, knowing that he was on the cusp of doing something that would change the other dragon's life forever. It had been years since he'd been this mad, ever since Leviathan's antics had gotten them chased out of the last town. He'd forgiven the boy for that. For this...for possibly leaving them destitute...he couldn't.
He took a step forward, shoving the other dragon across the ground while keeping him underfoot. Further, further back he went, until he shoved his son up against the wall of his laboratory. He ground his sole against his son's chest, smearing away the water and leaving a different dampness in return. Potion making was hot work, after all.
"You think that boredom is an excuse to ruin our lives? Well...In that case. I'll have to make sure that you're never bored again."
"Mmph...I'm guessing...that doesn't mean I'm getting that new hoard I wanted..."
"Maybe if you earn it with that body of yours. Because from now on, you'll either be working the village as their whore, or raising that tail to be my bitch."
"What?! But I'm your son!"
"You are a spoiled brat that I can't let out of my sight for two seconds. If you want to keep from being bored, I'll just put you in the oldest trade in the world. Starting right now."
Leviathan was trying to argue, but his words and meager magic were nothing compared to the older dragon's. Black fire sprang from his fingers, rushing down towards the pitiful white dragon below him. It wrapped around his neck, forming into the shape of a collar, before a long black rectangle dropped down from it. It spread further and further, until it was nearly as wide as Leviathan's chest, and dropped past his chest in terms of its height.
Draconicon waved his hand, and it changed color, turning bright pink with black writing on it. Simple tasks, but ones that any lonely farmer or villager would enjoy. Handjobs, blowjobs, assfucks, anything and everything that he could think of, was listed on that sign for others to read.
"For too long, I've been trying to keep us afloat while you've been throwing all our money away, and taking away clients. Now, you're going to give us something back. Do you understand me?"
"But...but dad -"
"Apparently, you don't."
In a calmer state, perhaps he wouldn't have done what he did next, but there was no way that he could call himself calm at this point. He grabbed his boy by the collar and whipped him around, shoving him against the wall. Another burst of black fire shot out of his hand, wrapping around the white dragon's wrists and yanking them up in the air. They were pulled tight, keeping him from pulling back from the wall, while others appeared around his ankles and yanked them off to the sides, pulling his legs wide open.
As a final piece tied his son's tail to his collar, Draconicon had a perfect view of that tight, unbroken ass. He forced a finger between the cheeks, forcing it deep into the hole that had been hidden between them. Leviathan shivered, but the dragon only pushed it deeper in, curling it to find the spot that all males had.
"You feel that, boy?"
"Ah! Dad, no, this...Mmmph..."
"This is your little bitch button. You're going to learn to love this, because you are never going to get to use that dick of yours on anybody ever again."
He forced a second finger in, pushing them apart to scissor them back and forth. Each motion forced that little, white scaled hole further apart, opening it up for him.
Despite all his anger, there was a slight bit of shame as he felt his cock hardening beneath his robe. Not enough to stop him, but enough to make him even angrier. How dare this boy get him so angry? How dare he not learn his lesson the last time, and the time before that, and the time -
With a roar loud enough to shake the room and leave dust falling on the both of them, Draconicon ripped his fingers out and opened his robe. Foot-long cock glistening with his own pent-up need, he pulled the boy's hips back and impaled him HARD. He slammed in deep on the first thrust, and kept going, slamming his hips back and forth as he held Leviathan's head against the wall, keeping him in his place and showing him what others would do.
He growled, his cock grasped tight by that white ass, held hard as he fucked him deep. Each time he bottomed out, his balls smacked against his son's ass, and the chains and ropes swung back and forth above them.
"Dad...please..."
"Don't even try. You - mmmph - don't get any second chances...not now..."
As he wrapped his arms around his bitch of a son, he could even feel the throbbing of his boy's cock. He growled deeper than ever, his cock throbbing as he yanked Leviathan back against him, using him more as a sex toy than as another person.
"And you're hard...you fucking...slut!"
All the better for your future business, the barely rational side of him thought, but it was drowned out in pure bestial growls and pants and bites as he slammed in and out, his cock oozing enough pre to leave his son broken and gaping and dripping from the ferocity of the fuck. Draconicon couldn't think, couldn't talk, could barely see, but he knew one thing. He was going to leave his son well marked for this.
In and out, in and out, his cock throbbing at the base as it started to grow, a small knot that he had inherited from past experiments. As it grew, it popped in and out of his son's rim, filling it further, further, further, until -
POP!
It slipped in and refused to come out. Draconicon growled, finally darting forward and biting down on the other dragon's neck. The collar protected him somewhat, but not entirely, from the fangs that came biting down. They pierced the edge of his neck, holding him in place as the black dragon emptied himself deep inside of his boy.
It took him a minute before he was able to take control of himself again. A simple spell cast on Leviathan's ass kept him from breaking as he pulled out, though he knew that the sensation would be all too powerful for the younger dragon.
"You'll stay there...for now. I will call Lord Atherton and apologize...and then offer your ass to him to start making up for your mistake."
"But..."
"Don't."
"Dad...please...Could you..."
Draconicon turned around, having taken a few steps away, and saw that his son had lifted his tail again, showing off that broken hole, that gaping fuck-hole. He smirked; it seemed that the boy had been broken...at least partially.
"You want it again? Perhaps later...If you're a good boy."
The End