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Filming for Posterity For DrakeHavok By Draconicon

"Oh...you've got a camera."

"Of course. You didn't think I'd let this moment go by without making sure we'd remember it, did you?"

"I was hoping..."

Draconicon blushed a bit, even as his cock started rising in the absurd little latex thing that Havok had found for him to wear. It was something altogether different from most of the chastity devices that he was used to, as it allowed him to get hard, but had a very strange loophole for allowing him to cum. It just wouldn't happen unless he was getting fucked in the ass, or if he was getting his cock teased by someone else.

It was almost like it was trying to convince him that his cock no longer belonged to him...

He tried to push that thought out of his head, but it stuck around as his new 'master' started setting up the camera. Draconicon remained sitting, cross-legged, as the white dragon put the tripod up and started pushing buttons on the side of his camera. It didn't seem to do much besides letting out a few plaintive beeps. The black dragon chuckled.

"Do you need to change the batteries?"

"I think you're missing a title there, Slave."

"...Do you need to change the batteries, Master?"

"Don't be silly..."

The white dragon hesitated, then turned the camera on the side. Draconicon chuckled again as Havok's face turned a bright red.

"Uh...yes, yes I do. Hang on a second."

Shaking his head with a smile, Draconicon stayed where he was as his 'master' walked out of the room, and looked down at himself.

It was quite a change from where he'd been only a week ago. Back then, he'd been pretty free to do what he wanted, able to move around and live his life either as the dominant teacher that he'd been for...well, hundreds of years, or as the more, admittedly, slutty traveler that he'd been in the last couple.

That part certainly caught up with me, didn't it?

He'd been under other males before, but this was the first time that he'd been turned into a legitimate slave. Auctioned off, suited up, and left as the property of another person, Draconicon was just grateful it was someone that he could trust. Admittedly, someone that probably had a lot of revenge planned for him, but it wouldn't last forever. Sooner or later, this would end, and then he could get back to -

"Found them."

Draconicon nodded, continuing to wait patiently as the white dragon loaded the batteries into the camera. It clicked on, and Havok smiled.

"Theeeeere we go. Now, just to make sure that there's no more embarrassing little moments..."

He blinked as the white dragon pulled out a little remote before sitting down on a nearby couch. Havok sprawled out, starting to fondle himself a little bit. It didn't take long for his master's bulge to start running down his pants leg, and soon it looked rather substantial. Not quite as big as some of the big guys that Draconicon remembered from his past, but...pretty good sized.

Havok turned to him, and waved. He started getting to his feet, only for his master to shake his head.

"Uh uh. I want you on all fours for this show."

"Really?"

"You have had me do it tons of times. You can do it for the camera this once."

Feeling that it would hardly be 'this once,' Draconicon still did as he was told. Getting on all fours, the dragon started crawling across the carpeted floor to the white dragon. He heard the camera click on, and saw the little red dot that indicated that it was recording out of the corner of his eye.

He came to a stop between the white dragon's legs, and Havok smiled down at him.

"You know, you've filmed and photographed me so many times begging for cock. I think it's your turn."

Draconicon blinked, looking down. As soon as he did, the sight of that bulge did set his hole to twitch, and he shivered as he remembered how it had felt plunging into him, slamming into his hole again and again over the course of that first night. His toes curled, and he knew that the camera was getting a good view of him from behind.

"I..."

"Ah ah, Slave. Either beg, or keep quiet."

He looked up, and he blushed worse at the sight of the sheer confidence on Havok's face. The idea that he had fallen so far, so quickly, from his position as the master here was something that he could hardly believe, but the power of the auction house was pretty damn strong. Even his magic couldn't get around the bonds of obedience that it put on the slaves towards the masters that bought them.

That said...it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself. And it wasn't like he had a choice, so...why fight it?

"Please..."

"What's that, Slave?"

"Please, please let me have your cock...I need your dick in me. In my mouth, or in my ass. I haven't had anything in them for a while...I need your cock so bad."

"Heh, why, Draconicon, are you saying that you're a little cock slut?"

The dragon blushed, but slowly nodded.

"I'm a...a slut for cock."

"Say it louder, little dragon."

Little. I'm bigger below the belt, and I'm taller than you...

"Say it, Slave."

"I'm a little cock slut."

"Louder."

"I'm a little cock slut!"

Despite his blush, his cock throbbed all the harder inside of the latex, pressing against the interior of it. He could feel it throbbing, begging for attention, but there wasn't much he could do. If he tried stroking it, it would only get more frustrated. No, he had to -

"Mmmph!"

He bit his lip as he felt the master's toes pressing against his crotch, grinding against his cock. It rubbed up and down, teasing the latex-clad cock with the pressure and pleasures of a talented sole. This wasn't the first time that he'd enjoyed that, and he shivered at how good it felt when Havok was conscious rather than mind-zonked.

Looking up, he saw the master smiling, squeezing his crotch more.

"Heh, you want to get off, don't you?"

"Mmmph...more...more than you know, master."

"Heh, you like being a little slut. You like being under my control. Or anyone's, don't you?"

He blushed, but the question rung through his head. All the times in his past when he had submitted, and then told himself that it was a one-off, that it wasn't something that he really wanted...

That foot pushed down harder, and he moaned as his pre squelched around inside the latex, rushing around his cock and making it feel so slimy inside. Havok leaned forward, grabbing hold of one of his horns and pulling him in close. Draconicon's nose ground against the dampening fabric of the white dragon's pants.

"Admit it, Slave. You like being a slut."

"I...I..."

"Come on...say it..."

"I...Like being...a slut..."

"Mmmm, and it's captured on the camera. Hehehe, Drac, you really are going to be famous for this. Maybe I should release it on the internet, let everyone see how slutty the big powerful mage is. I bet the clients that you get in the future will want to pay you in dick instead of in coin."

The idea of it hit him harder than he wanted to admit, but his cock throbbed hard enough that he knew Havok would feel it against his sole. The idea alone...mmmph. He panted, lowering his head and grinding his nose against the master's crotch, trying not to admit how much he loved it.

Yet, he wasn't allowed that safety for long. Havok pulled him back after another minute, and he was pushed down to the ground, on his back. One foot stayed on his crotch, while the other pressed against his face. The white scales were damp and moist, and he shuddered at the musk that came off of them, running up his nose to his brain in the space of a few seconds. He took one shaky breath, then another, and another, his eyes rolling back from the potent, pungent smell.

"I was waiting for you to do that, Slave. We all know how much you love musky feet. Go on, keep sucking it in. Show the camera how much of a foot slut you are."

As much as the white dragon was obviously getting his revenge, Draconicon was having a hard time caring. His body was getting hotter, hornier, and he shuddered at how strong the lust was getting. He hadn't felt anything like this since...well, since a long time ago, during one of those days when he was still slutting it around in another dimension before he put his head on straight.

Why had he stopped?

Because...because of my reputation! he thought, though that seemed wrong. Why stop when it felt so good...

"So good..."

"Yes, you love being underfoot...such a good little dragon."

Draconicon moaned under his breath, shuddering as he was kept pinned. He started licking along that sole, dragging his forked tongue along the white scales. Each one seemed so eager to be cleaned, and he hurried to do it.

The taste of sweat slowly faded into the taste of scales, carrying a different sort of musk along with it, but without so much of the salty flavor that came with the former. He dragged his tongue along it again, and again, each time taking a little more for himself. Draconicon shuddered, his cock feeling like it was swimming in slimy pre inside of the latex garment, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Even so, that didn't stop him from moving his head up, sucking on the master's toes. He felt them wiggling in his mouth, could feel them bouncing, stroking along his tongue, but it only made it better. Squeezing with his lips, he slowly dragged his mouth back until it popped off of the toes loudly, and then went down again, sucking, bobbing, licking all the while.

When the foot was finally pulled away, he saw that his master had pulled his pants down, showing off his cock. Draconicon's eyes were glazed, and he barely noticed as the thick rod rubbed along his cheek, leaving some pre behind.

"Heh...look at you. Too musk drunk to really care, aren't you?"

"So...horny...need..."

"Ah ah. You'll get it soon. First, though...I hear you like rimming people, Slave. That true?"

"I...I don't mind..."

"Heh, your cock is telling the truth. Looks like you like being a butt-licking, ass-eating toy, don't you?"

It was so...so strange to hear Havok saying those things. Almost like...like he was reading a script? Maybe he was, for that matter. If he was going to leak this...if he was filming it...

Those thoughts were at the back of his mind, though, too indistinct for him to do anything with beyond knowing they were there. Draconicon slowly nodded, and the white dragon pushed him back onto his back. A pair of pants hit the floor, and in the fog that the black dragon was in, he couldn't tell what was coming until a pair of scaly ass cheeks descended towards his face.

His snout was smothered between them, his eyes locked on the bouncy butt. He grunted as he was pinned down, unable to move, unable to get up as Havok wiggled his rump back and forth, grinding it against the end of his muzzle, and working his scaly mouth further and further between them until -

"Mmm, look at you, the little butt-kissing dragon."

Draconicon blushed worse, his cheeks heating up as he realized that his mouth was pressed right against the white dragon's pucker. He could feel that it was clean, at least, and it was very freshly washed. At the same time, it humiliated him that he was stuck down there, licking at it, teasing it.

And he was licking at it. He didn't even have to be told as he dragged his forked tongue along that rim, pulling on it, dragging it outwards. Each lick pulled at the rim, nudging it outwards, and making it get wetter, slimier. Draconicon almost brought his hands up to that ass, to spread the cheeks and give him more room to work, but his body didn't obey. Instead, he remained still, only able to lick and nuzzle.

Lick, lap, lick went his tongue, going all the way across that pucker, only to pull on the other side of the rim. Loosening it with each lick, getting it more open as the white dragon moaned above him. A tail wrapped around his head, keeping him close, as his master started grinding back, almost bouncing his ass against his face.

"Heh...that's it...keep licking. Get that tongue in good. Mmmph...I never thought you'd...you'd enjoy rimming this much, Drac...Guess you really are better suited to be a slave than a master. Getting off on licking feet...eating men out back there...damn...Mmmph..."

The master was getting into it, and the dragon panted as he started flicking his tongue past Havok's hole. The first penetration drew a gasp out of the master, but each successive one after that seemed to get him to moan, to pant, to grin. He felt pre drooling down on his belly, and he knew he was doing a good job.

As he flicked his tongue over the other dragon's prostate, Havok finally stood up. He was panting, shaking, but he was grinning.

"Heh...You really know how to put on a show, Slave..."

"Thank you...Master..."

"Now, one more part of the act, and I want you to use your magic to help with this."

Draconicon nodded, and Havok grabbed at his cock, swaying it back and forth.

"I know you're a slut with a loose ass, so we're gonna make this more of a challenge for you. I want you to turn my cock into a canine dick, big enough for you to have a challenge, and with a knot that won't just slide right in. I want you to make it big enough that I'll have to work to knot fuck you with it. Do you understand?"

"I...I do."

"Then get to work."

Raising one hand, Draconicon summoned what magic he could. Now that he was ordered to do it, he could feel it come easily, but he knew that if he used it for anything but what he was told to do, it would go out of his control immediately. He waved his hand, and the black fire of his power settled around Havok's crotch.

That thick, humanoid cock started changing immediately, getting thicker at the base and narrowing towards the tip. Draconicon blushed as his hole twitched at the sight, watching the shaft turn a dark, pinkish-red color, with it getting darker towards the base and lighter towards the tip. The whole thing looked...harder, for some reason, with less of a curve and more of a straight line to it.

It got longer, too, stretching outwards from the other dragon's crotch. The tip pushed out, out, getting to nine inches, eleven, and further, until it reached a total of fourteen inches long. Havok stumbled about, and Draconicon's magic adjusted the blood in him, giving him enough to support it while supporting his body as well.

The knot grew as well. It started out slightly smaller than Havok's fist, but rapidly swelled, getting to a width of four inches, then five. It stopped there, something that he was thankful for; he'd been fisted once or twice before, but it was never easy...

Havok chuckled, and pointed. Draconicon got into position, his ass mostly at a profile to the camera, and he felt his master get behind him, starting to slide the thick, pointed head of that dog dick against his ass.

"You know...there's one more thing, Slave. If you don't get the knot...you don't get to cum."

"Mmmph...what...Master?"

"You heard me...no knot, no climax."

And with that, the master slammed in. The black dragon moaned, feeling his hole split open already. The shaft was thick enough, reaching a full three inches across like his own cock, and he hadn't been ready for that. His hole burned slightly, even with the copious amounts of pre oozing out of that dick.

Havok loomed over him, and Draconicon panted as his latex-covered erection bounced up and down, slapping against his belly on some of the harder thrusts from the white dragon. He panted, moaning as he felt his hole getting filled, and bucked back as he blushed.

How...why...I want...

What did he want? It was...humiliating, but it felt so good. Felt so very, very good...he could feel his mind twisting, remembering the words. Cock slut. Whore. Slave. Slut. Were they true? They felt...

"AH!"

He felt the knot slap against his hole, a thick, fleshy, hot piece of the cock that begged to be let in. Even so, he grunted, feeling how thick it was, how hard it would be to get in. His pucker flexed in protest, his body fighting to keep it out.

Yet...if he was going to cum...

Draconicon shuddered as he started thrusting his ass back, knowing that it was being caught on the camera and hardly caring. He hadn't cum for over a day; he needed to get off. His ass slammed back against that knot again and again, feeling it bouncing off of his ass cheeks, feeling them jiggle from each and every impact.

He pushed back harder, meeting every thrust and feeling that thick, so long cock pounding into him. It was opening him up, training his ass to need it. He knew that it in the back of his head, and he could barely bring himself to care. Instead, he pushed back more, slamming his hole down against that knot, feeling like a castle trying to break itself upon a battering ram as he kept it up.

Again, and again, and again, he pushed back, feeling the knot grinding against his pucker. It was weakening, getting more and more pliant the more he did it. Draconicon whimpered, his need rising, particularly as he felt his master starting to thrust more erratically.

"Better hurry, Slave...gonna cum soon...and if I don't knot...you don't...get off..."

No, no, gotta cum, gotta cum, gotta cum... He growled in desperation, pushing back hard, and grinding his ass directly against that knot. His hole flexed, fighting it even as a third of the knot slipped in, then a bit more, a bit more, right up to the middle of it. Five whole inches spreading his hole wide. Draconicon could feel the burn, feel the throbbing, pulsing heat of the shaft...

"GAH!"

And he roared as he pushed back, feeling the whole thing pop in and once. His eyes went wide, and his whole body went limp as he collapsed to the floor, only Havok's grip on his hips keeping those up. He felt the hot spray of the other dragon's cum in his insides, and he moaned as he felt his own orgasm as well. The hot, thick, wet feeling of his cum splattering into the latex only fueled his own pleasure.

Even the sensation of it being flushed down, splattered against his ass, wasn't enough to take the pleasure away. Then again, he was slowly falling unconscious, his body reacting to the shock of taking something so huge so quickly. His eyes slipped shut with a few flutters, and as consciousness faded, laughter carried him down into dreamland.

Havok smiled at his slave, shaking his head as he used the remote to turn off the camera. Now that...that had been one hell of a show.

Admittedly, now he was stuck with a knot in the black dragon below, and who knew how long it was going to take for that to go down. He had plans for what he could do afterwards, but now he had to wait.

"Well...here's hoping that he gave me a fifteen minute knot instead of an hour-long one..."

Havok made a mental note to send a few thank-yous to the people that had written out suggestions for things to say to his Slave. He was still somewhat new to the whole dominant role, and coming up with some of the naughtier, rougher things to say had been difficult. At the same time, he wanted to enjoy this as much as possible, and the longer that he could keep Draconicon enjoying it, the better chance he had of keeping the dragon slutty when the contract they had was over.

He scooted back to one of the nearby chairs, and settled himself into it, getting comfortable while the black dragon hung off of his dick.

Hmmm, if he would take that just to get off...I wonder what else he'd do for an orgasm. What would you dooooooo for an orgasm? Hehehe.

The End