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A Dominant Bottom For DrakeHavok By Draconicon

Draconicon panted softly as he was woken up, his eyes still a bit glazed over the last few days of slavery to his new master. The black dragon hadn't quite expected Havok to be this...eager. The white dragon had been quite happy to use him in a number of different ways, and each time, Draconicon had been forced to admit that he rather...well...loved it.

His cock swelled inside of its latex prison as Master Havok opened the door, making the front of the jockstrap lift up a little bit from how hard he got. It was almost a conditioned reaction now, and he barely blushed at all as the white dragon pushed a foot into his face. Opening his mouth, he started sucking on the toes immediately as his Master smiled.

"Very good, Slave. Very good. You seem to be really falling into your role here. I think that, if anyone were to meet you now, they'd probably think that you had been a slave your whole life."

Probably, they would. The dragon mage wondered if he had ever really had much of a top in him. Well, to him, would be a better phrase. He'd had a top 'in him' quite often over the last few days. If it wasn't Havok, then it was some of his friends that had been invited over to keep the party going. He could still feel some of their cum sliding around inside of his ass, and the sloppy, wet feeling sent shivers down his spine. Very, very pleasant shivers, at that.

He felt the toe pop back out of his mouth, and kept sucking on air before he could stop himself. Master Havok reached down, pulling him to his feet, and Draconicon followed along behind him as they stepped out of his slave quarters.

It didn't take long to get back to the living room, where Master Havok already had the video camera set up. The black dragon went still as his master started fiddling with it, getting the recording going, before turning back to him.

"You know, as much as I've liked being your master, there's something that I've missed."

"And what's that, master?"

"The feeling of a good dick in my ass."

He blushed a bit, remembering the times when he had been the one on top, and how many times he'd made Master Havok take his cock either into his ass or down his throat. The times that the white dragon had moaned around it numbered in the high dozens, he supposed. It made sense that the master would miss something like that, eventually.

"How do you want it?"

"How else? From you."

"But...but I'm the slave right now."

"That doesn't mean you can't serve me. Let's start with a good pose. Use your magic to get yourself spread-eagle in mid-air."

Nodding, Draconicon did as he was told. The black fire of his magic surrounded his ankles and his wrists, and he was lifted off of his feet in short order. His arms and legs spread out in an X to the sides, and his head was held backwards a bit as well by his magic, a black fire collar tugging at him until he was in the proper position. It left him about a foot and a half off of the ground, and his cock was at an easy height for the white dragon to grab.

Which, of course, the master did. Draconicon groaned as his latex-covered cock was squeezed, teased further towards erection. It didn't help that he was covered up. The thick latex was enchanted so that he could feel the hand on his cock as clearly as if it were bare. It only stopped him from feeling things if he was trying to touch himself.

He thrust forward against the master's hand again and again, his tongue hanging out of his mouth at the blissful feelings it gave him. He could feel himself oozing pre already, making it swim and slime against his cock inside of the latex sheath. Back and forth, back and forth he thrust, fucking the hand around his cock in a sense of desperation that he hadn't felt for years.

"Heh, something the matter, slave? You want to fuck something?"

"Mmmmph...I want to cum, master..."

"You'll get to cum, don't worry. But I want to make sure that I get my pleasure, too."

It was almost a torture to watch as his master leaned forward, opening his mouth and swallowing around the thick latex that covered his cock. Draconicon curled his toes in pleasure as he felt his cock disappearing into that warm mouth, starting to buck his hips again despite his status as a slave.

Master Havok teased him, though, only letting the first few inches of his cock into that warmth. His master's tongue flicked along the underside, rubbed against the head of his cock, and Draconicon's eyes rolled back in his head. He was so sensitive, so needy, and the feeling of all that pre inside of the sheath getting rolled around with the licking, with the sucking, providing that slippery and messy sense of extra stimulation, only made it better for him.

The black dragon arched his back as the master suddenly thrust his head forward, taking more of his cock. Draconicon threw his head back, roaring in pleasure...

Only for it to stop short of orgasm. He panted, shivering as his cock bobbed up and down in mid-air, on the very edge of orgasm. It was right there; he felt like he should have gone over the edge from that short suck from how sensitive his cock was, but it wasn't happening.

He looked up, and saw Master Havok smiling.

"You didn't think I'd let you finish that quickly, did you, Slave?"

"N-no..."

"Now, I want you to put a spell on your cock. You aren't allowed to cum, and you aren't allowed to go soft. The only thing you can do is keep hard, and let me ride that thing. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, master."

The dragon looked down at his shaft, and willed a magical cock ring to come out. It slipped down over the latex, forming a bulge at the very bottom of his cock. He felt the tightness that came with it, squeezing down on his cock and making him gasp. He swore that it was even thicker now, more sensitive than it was before.

Master Havok nodded in approval, and waved his hand. Understanding what the master wanted, Draconicon lifted him up with his magic, and felt that slender, white-scaled ass against his cock. It wriggled back and forth, as if the master was grinding against him already, and he shuddered as he forced himself to create a moving platform of magic, something that would adjust to where the master wanted to stand.

He got a small nod of approval, again, and the master turned around. Those ass cheeks spread, showing off a hole that he hadn't seen from this angle in some time. It looked wet, lubed, and he shivered as it ground back against his cock, rubbing against the head and almost slamming down on it. The teasing grinds, the feeling of his shaft so close to sliding in, was making him shudder in need.

"That's it, Slave. Are you ready to feel me again?"

"Yes, master...please, let me feel you around my cock..."

"Heh, say it louder, Slave. I want it on the recording."

"Please, let me feel your ass, master! I need to cum! I need to feel you around my cock!"

It took everything he had not to whimper at that. It was one thing to be a slut, a slave that served from beneath. That sort of thing one could have some pride in. But the humiliation of having to beg for that ass, to beg to be allowed to be a top, or even to be allowed to penetrate someone, was a unique sort of thing.

Thankfully, Havok took the humiliation out of his mind by pushing back. Draconicon gasped as his cock slipped into that wonderfully eager hole, the tip spreading that rim wide. Despite it being so long since he'd actually fucked the smaller dragon, it was still loose enough for him to slide in easily. Master Havok pushed back further, and further, taking him deeper and deeper. Draconicon's toes curled against the air, his head leaning back further as he let out a long, shaky moan.

The master chuckled.

"You liked that, huh? You like the feeling of getting your cock inside someone again, Slave?"

"I love it, Master...it feels so good..."

"Better than getting fucked, Slave?"

The black dragon shivered, trying to find the words, but as the master pushed back again, grinding those bouncing ass cheeks against his crotch, he couldn't think of what he could say. It just felt good. His words were robbed from him, leaving him gasping and panting instead.

The master didn't ask again, only riding along his cock again and again. Up and down, up and down, Master Havok went, taking him deeper and deeper until every sliding grind took his cock all the way to the base. The eager white dragon was riding him fast, taking that thick cock as easily as Draconicon had taken his.

Havok pushed back against him more and more forcefully, too, as if he was desperate for something. Draconicon didn't know how that could be, though. Havok was the master. That meant that he wanted to be on top, right? Why was he...what could he...

Draconicon whimpered as he felt his cock throbbing, begging for release, but he couldn't give it what it needed. The ring stopped him, held his orgasm back. His tongue started hanging out of his mouth as his dick was used for precisely what it was. A toy. A dildo for someone else to play with.

And all through the master's riding, his cock continued to ooze, leaking pre that gradually inflated the sheath around his cock.

Havok groaned as he bucked back again and again against his slave's cock, feeling it fill him up in a way that he had missed more than he'd realized. The feeling of something under his tail was tremendous, and having it be the person that used to fuck him over regularly only made it better.

Yet, at the same time...

He pushed back harder and harder, trying to get that same feeling as when Draconicon had been the one in charge for real, trying to get that sensation of being pounded into the floor by the dominant black dragon, but it was only a pale shadow compared to his memories. The thickness was there - hell, it was even better than before, with that latex sheath - but it wasn't the same feeling as he was used to.

Slamming down to the base, feeling even the ring slip inside of him a bit, only took him a fraction of the way to what he wanted, and the white dragon groaned in frustration.

This...this isn't what I wanted.

He grumbled, pulling his ass slowly to the tip of the dragon's cock. His own throbbed hard, and yes, it was very exciting to use Draconicon like this. It had been exciting to use him every other way, as well...

But it wasn't the same as what he had before.

He looked up at the black dragon mage, looking into those white eyes. His friend, his 'slave,' still looked like he was completely blissed out, like his attention was still focused down on his cock. No surprise there, really. Draconicon hadn't been allowed to cum for several days, now, and it was making him all sorts of distracted.

At the same time, Havok worried. What if this slavery was destroying the dominant side of his friend? Earlier in their relationship, he wouldn't have minded that so much. The feeling of having Draconicon take control of his life, and of his body and mind, had been a bit intrusive when he'd first met the mage, and when he had the opportunity to return the favor at the auction, he'd been quick to take the chance.

But now, Havok found himself missing those dominant sessions. Those times when Draconicon had taken him over, had walked into the house and shoved a foot in his face, had knocked his mind for a loop with musk and magic and control. The sheer power of the black dragon was something that had entranced him as much as the magic had, and seeing him like this left the mystery and the attraction somewhere else.

Grumbling in annoyance, Havok reached out and snapped his fingers in front of the other dragon's snout. Draconicon immediately snapped out of his semi-trance, looking down at him.

"What's the matter, Master?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"I thought I was, Mas -"

"I mean really, really fuck me. Not just let me ride your dick, but fuck me right into the ground. Do you understand that, or are you so far gone as a slut that you can't think of anything but serving someone else?"

"I...I think I do..."

Gods...what sort of thing does the auction house do to people, if he's that far gone already?

Havok gave the slave permission to remove the bindings on his arms and legs, and the dragon came crashing down to the floor of the living room. As soon as he joined Draconicon, he grabbed that latex cock, and gave it a good, tight squeeze.

"I want you to do this for me, Draconicon. Not as my slave, but as my friend. You understand? Friends fucking each other. Not just because I order you...can you do that?"

"...I can."

Without warning, Havok found himself flipped over towards the couch, his head pressed one of the seat cushions and pinned under a thick, black foot, while two hands on his hips kept him from sliding around.

Immediately, his own cock started oozing pre, throbbing and slapping against his belly. He might have blushed, might have felt some fear, even, but the sensation of feeling someone big, powerful, and magical above him had him too excited to really care about what might be happening.

Draconicon's cock was still as hard as it had been a moment ago, and it ground between his cheeks, rubbing between them and right up towards his hole. He shuddered a bit, his hole flexing whenever the tip came near, and Havok smiled as he felt his 'slave' line up with him, feeling that thick head prodding against his ass.

"Do it...fuck me..."

Draconicon smiled as he slammed in, feeling the white dragon squeeze down on him as soon as he bottomed out. The feeling of taking his master, of feeling that tight rim around his cock like that, made him groan in real pleasure, He bucked forward, and pulled back, his balls feeling so heavy as he started rocking back and forth, back and forth, rutting the master beneath him.

As Havok moaned beneath his foot, Draconicon pushed down a bit harder, just reinforcing the difference in position between them, keeping the white dragon pinned. His foot slipped a bit because of the sweat on the sole, but he had a good enough center of balance to keep going.

Mmmph...fuck...his ass feels...even better this way...

The mage grinned as he started bucking back and forth, slamming in harder and harder with each successive thrust. He could feel those cheeks bouncing against him every time he bottomed out, feeling the way that they responded to the greater force. Yes, this was the proper position...this was the right position for fucking this little slut...

Little slut...

The word clicked in the back of his head, and he grinned as he squeezed Havok's hips a little tighter. Yes. His master was a slut, just like him. They were more alike than they wanted to admit, both of them enjoying it on the bottom...

But his master liked it that little bit more.

"Heh...you like it down there, Havok? You like it, underneath your 'slave' as you get fucked hard?"

"Mmmph...don't...I...Just fuck me..."

"Mmm, I am fucking you...fucking you harder than you ever fucked me. Feels right for you, doesn't it? So eager for dick that you can't even keep a mind-controlled slave in line. All you want is to be pinned, to be used, to be fucked good and hard..."

He saw the blush between the toes on Havok's cheek, and he knew that he was right. Heh. Perhaps the fact that he was the slave and he was now in charge was something that made it all the hotter for the white dragon. Or perhaps he was just going through as much of a dry spell for tops as he himself had been.

Either way, his cock throbbed harder than ever as he rutted that hole.

In and out, in and out he went, his tongue starting to hang free as he rutted his master. His cock throbbed, filling the latex sheath more and more with each passing second, making a wet splurting sound every time that he slammed in. It was so full that it was starting to squirt back out of his jockstrap prison, soaking his ass as if someone was jerking off right on his hole.

It didn't stop him. He squeezed tighter, gripping Havok's hips tight enough that his claws were starting to dig in through the scales, and he pulled the dragon back against him as much as he slammed himself forward.

"Heh, you want me to cum in you, you little slutty master? You want your slave to cum inside your ass?"

"Mmmph...I want...I want..."

"Say it, you cock-loving slut...Let the camera hear you this time..."

"I want your cock! Fuck me hard and make me leak..."

The black dragon smiled, pulling back just enough to get his cock free. He grabbed Havok's tail, using that part of the master's body to get into the jockstrap. It couldn't come down for him, only with the touch of the one that bought him, but loopholes were wonderful things. Draconicon wedged the tail in the gap between the jockstrap and his scales, and his cock finally popped out.

It was slimy, wet, and musky as all hell. The pre that had been stuck in the jockstrap had been soaking into his cock for days, and the smell filled the room immediately. He thought that Havok might have been protected from it, due to the auction house magic, but perhaps the white dragon let it happen this time. As soon as he took a few breaths, Havok slumped forward more, his body going limp as his nostrils flared, as if he was trying to suck up the smell that filled the room.

That was fine with him. Draconicon lined up his slippery cock, and thrust forward, hard. The slick pre all over his cock let him slam in right to the base, and he growled in need as he stared humping that ass, fucking it hard and fast. His cock oozed more and more, filling the air with a lewd sound of slippery thrusts, of squelching pre inside of that hole.

And through it all, Havok moaned.

Cock, cum, cock, cum, so good, so good...

He was musk drunk. He knew that much, he knew that he was losing his mind to that cock and that scent, and Havok didn't care one bit. The feeling of it plundering his hole, the way he was getting filled and pinned properly, was all that he could have wanted.

Draconicon was finally giving him what they used to have, that feeling of being under a bigger male, of being rutted properly...and of using every bit of humiliation that he had at his disposal to make it better and more sexy as it went along. He grinned, his own tongue hanging out against the cushions as he was filled, as he felt pre running down his leg, as he felt Draconicon's heavy balls slapping against his own again, and again, and again.

His nose flared again, taking in the scent of that pent-up musk, of the sweaty toes on his face, of the whole room smelling of sex. Havok pushed back what little he could, not much considering the grip on his hips, but getting even that much more of the black dragon's cock was sooooo good. He felt it pushing at every button he had inside, and he felt his own cock throbbing, begging for release.

If Draconicon hadn't been holding his hips up so high, he would have been humping at the pillows from his own need, but as it was, he humped air, his cock swinging up to smack against his belly, and oozing pre over his stomach scales and on the cushions.

"Please...."

"Please what, master slut?"

"Give me...cum...cum in me..."

"Almost...there..."

Havok had almost completely forgotten about the camera, but as Draconicon amped up his thrusts, he remembered it, remembered it was sitting in the corner, knowing that it was catching all of this on tape. He would have a record to get off to later...and he would have something to show his 'slave' to remind him not to submit all the time.

But that thought didn't last long, as his 'slave' bottomed out in him and came. The hot, thick shots of seed blasting into him made his eyes go wide, and his mouth opened just as wide with a moan as he came. Shot after shot of cum spurted onto the couch below him, staining a cushion, and his face due to the angle.

He moaned as the black dragon kept fucking him through their mutual orgasm, feeling some of the cum splatter near his rim, while other shots went deeper, all the way up towards his belly. He swore that he was swelling somehow, that he was getting bigger from all the cum his slave was giving him, and he didn't care.

Draconicon eventually pulled out, and Havok panted as his slave walked off. Probably to the bathroom, to wash up. He, on the other hand, stumbled over to the camera and turned it off. Then he went back to the couch, and collapsed.

What a...what a fuck...

The End