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The Dragon's Foot Slave

For 3rdHarleyJoe

By Draconicon

Draconicon sighed as he gestured for the guards to leave the room. It was the third time that he'd had to call the lizardmen in to restore order, and he doubted that they would arrive in time for a fourth outbreak. The black dragon shook his head, a glance over his shoulder confirming that it was almost sundown. It was as good a time for a break as any.

"Gentlemen. To your seats."

His voice cut through their arguments, and the various lords before him split apart, shaking their heads as they did so. He knew that they would be back at one another's throats before very long, provided nothing distracted them. It annoyed him that the supposed 'lords of the land' were such pathetic creatures.

We bring the world back from the brink, and those clamoring for authority want nothing more than to bash down their rivals with it, he thought. I thought that they were past this.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a great deal of choice, and neither did the dragons across the world dealing with their own little councils and consortiums. The world had been broken, hard, and while the dragons had been able to bring it back, conquer the forces that wanted to shatter it the rest of the way, it was a completely different responsibility to govern it. Seven dragons were not sufficient to rule the world, not in a way that would allow for people to live properly.

He glanced to his left. Lord Krag, a lion that had been clamoring for the southern portion of this continent - one of the Americas, he knew not which, nor cared - was whispering to the lord one seat over. Draconicon's eyes narrowed as he listened.

Pointless talks. We need what we need.

I agree. But hold your tongue. We'll have it out later.

"And how much later would that be, gentlemen?"

They jumped, whipping around in their chairs as the dragon leaned forward. He looked across the table, meeting every hopeful lord in the eye. They looked back, then away when they couldn't hold his white gaze. They never could. He made each and every one of them look down before he continued.

"I am here to divide the land between you. Not to be your babysitters. Yet, you continue to push me to take care of problems that you should be eminently capable of sorting out. You've been given authority as a test. So far, you're failing in that test. Do you want me to take back everything you've been given?"

A series of 'nos' and their equivalents filled the air until he cut through it with a slash of his hand. They fell silent once more as he continued.

"You have been given fortifications. Slaves. Land. Above all, you've been given the authority over other living beings, to prove that you can actually do better than what we saved the world from. If you are going to hold the land in trust for me, I have to be able to trust you. Now, if there is any more traitor talk of disobeying me, let's have it out now."

Lord Krag looked properly abashed, at least, but the lord that he'd talked to did not. The badger looked angry, barely holding it in check, and the glass in the black and white male's hand compressed with the force he squeezed it with. Draconicon sighed.

"Lord Beren."

"Yes, sir?"

"I would have your honest words here. Will you submit to my ruling?"

"...I..."

He drew the badger's eyes to his, and saw that there would be no obedience. He closed his eyes, and shook his head.

"No, no please. I can -"

"You won't change. Goodbye, Lord Beren."

A gesture brought the guards back, and nobody stood to aid the badger as he was taken away. The screams for mercy didn't sway anyone, nor did the thunk that came a few minutes later draw anything more than a flinch from a few of the remaining lords.

"Anyone else?"

They didn't answer his question, preferring to stare down at the floor between them. Draconicon nodded at them, leaning back in his chair.

"Good. Then we may move on to something more pleasant."

The dragon reached for a robe besides his throne, and gave it a quick tug. The sound of a loud bell echoed throughout his palace, calling those to whom he served as master to him. He wondered which it would be. There were many within the walls, but he could take a guess which one would be most eager to make his obeisance.

He turned out to be correct as the door at the far end of the chamber opened. A small possum pushed through, dressed in nothing but a loincloth, and he stepped across the open center of the room with some red in his cheeks. It pleased the dragon to see that the shame hadn't been completely lost. He felt that the young boy needed to learn to enjoy himself...but not too much. The blushing was just a little too adorable to lose.

The possum - Harley, his name was - walked over to him, kneeling down at the side of the throne. He carried the usual cool water basin that was in use in these times, a washcloth dipped into it and several melting ice cubes keeping it from warming too much. The possum began to reach for it, but the dragon shook his head.

I need a distraction, not a simple cooling.

A snap of his fingers, and the possum immediately stopped in his motions. Instead of reaching for the dragon's legs, he reached for the cloth, laying it over his head and letting the cool water drip down. Before the entire court of assembled lords, the possum leaned down and started nuzzling his feet.

He smiled, a slight quirk to the edge of his mouth more than anything else. The feeling of the possum's soft muzzle along the side of his foot, and then against his toes, was more than pleasant. It was like a proper worship session, feeling someone that was so eager to see him and so eager to serve, no matter the shame.

Of course, it was more than that, as he and Harley knew well.

A soft cough caught his attention, and he turned his head towards his left. Lord Krag, of course. The lion glanced down at his slave, and then up, and Draconicon chuckled.

"Is something the matter, Lord Krag? Perhaps you see something that you don't have, for once."

"Don't be ridiculous, sir. I have my own foot licker back at home, but..."

"Yes?"

"This is certainly a unique enthusiasm for the task. I have yet to see someone that attacks another's feet with such need."

"Oh, it's quite unique to little Harley here."

He felt the blush rather than saw it, but he knew that it was almost a constant truth that the little possum was blushing. It was part of his appreciation of the young man.

"You see, he's got perhaps the most extensive foot lust that I have ever seen in a slave. You see, he never needed training."

"Never - now that must be a joke, Lord Draconicon."

"Hardly."

"But...I've always needed to train the slaves that we have. They never come with the same eagerness I want, whether I want them to worship my feet, or -"

"Ah, lets not take that too far, just yet. After all, our fellow lords may not appreciate the context."

Of course, they were more than appreciative. The dragon smiled as they started muttering around him, various species all curious about this little story, as he knew that they would be. Harley was one of those curiosities among slaves, both valuable and interesting at the same time, even to those that might not take advantage of his somewhat unique skillsets.

The dragon leaned back, and the possum lifted his foot, resting it gently against his thighs. His slave worked the tops of his feet in a gentle massage, occasionally lifting one up to kiss along the top in an act of utter subservience. The soft grinding crackle of teeth on teeth told him that Lord Krag was still envious.

He enjoyed that feeling.

Letting his slave continue with all his work, he took a quick look around the room. It seemed that every lord was suitably entranced by the skill of his little slave, which was just what he wanted. If nothing else, there wouldn't be another fight while the boy was engaged with his tasks.

"Lord, how did you train him?"

"I didn't train him. I found him."

Draconicon lifted his feet back, the large soles more than big enough to rest against the smaller possum, his heels pressing against the slave's waist and his toes reaching a little ways past the boy's nipples. They were hard beneath his feet, as well, and he chuckled as he rolled his feet back and forth, grinding his toes along those little nubs. Harley shivered beneath him, but didn't pull away. That much, he supposed, had needed to be trained in. Trust in him was the biggest thing that the boy had needed to learn.

"As I said, I found him. You see, Harley has always had something of a foot lust, as I said. He told me about this afterwards. The boy has been seeking out the feet of different people, leaning in out of curiosity when he was younger, and then with more lecherous intent as he grew older. I found him at the foot of my bed one night, sniffing at my toes and touching himself."

The crowd gasped around him, and the heat of the blush over his feet got hotter. The possum was getting more and more embarrassed. It was kind of sweet. The dragon curled his toes, trapping one of the possum's nipples between them in the process. He pinched just enough to keep Harley distracted.

"Of course, invading the palace of one's overlord and taking such action is not exactly legal. I had to do something with him, but as his passion matched one of my own, I decided to keep him as a foot slave. He's been there ever since.

"To my astonishment, however, I never needed to train him. He seems to have some intrinsic knowledge about how to worship and play with his master's feet, from knowing how to nuzzle the perfect points to never being put off by scent or size. He has licked them clean every day since he's come into my service, and not once complained. There are times when I consider the possibility of taking away his plates and making him eat his food off of my soles; they are certainly large enough for the meager meals that he asks in return."

Heh, poor boy, you are so embarrassed, he thought as he felt the heat coming off of the possum's face. Harley had his head down, so it was impossible to tell just how embarrassed he actually was, but he imagined that the possum wished that he could leave right now.

Lord Krag cleared his throat.

"Sir. May I...um..."

"Would you like to see just how obedient he is?"

"Yes, sir, if you wouldn't mind."

"Not at all."

He smiled, lifting one of his feet and holding it right in front of the possum's face. An untrained slave - and even some trained ones that had been damaged or pushed too far - would have leaned forward immediately, assuming that they needed to lick and nuzzle and suckle along their master's sole. He had seen some slaves throw themselves forward, desperately licking and moaning as if they had been given a treat of their greatest desire.

Harley, as expected, did none of these things. Instead, the possum remained where he was. Draconicon couldn't see his face any longer, due to the sheer size of his foot, but he could feel the soft, puffing breath against the underside, the heat of the possum's breath along his sole. He chuckled to himself, nudging it forward a bit, holding his scaly foot against Harley's nose. The air became strained, hard to pull forward, but he knew that the possum was moaning inside. There were the soft whimpers of lust that he was used to hearing, and more...

He looked around, and smiled as he saw the usual signs of arousal. Harley's loincloth was slowly rising, pushing itself further and further up away from his crotch. The dragon cleared his throat, his slave's hands going back to their sides before they could rise up more than a few inches. The sound also attracted the attention of the other lords, some of which leaned over quite a ways to see what he was pointing at.

Lord Krag was the first to speak, and the lion prefaced it with a laugh.

"My gods, the boy is positively dripping."

"Oh, this is nothing, Lord Krag. When Harley is truly ready for fun, he will create a little puddle for him to sit in. He has that much lust for my feet."

The dragon smiled, finally giving the soft grunt of assent that the possum had been waiting for. Without hesitation, the boy pressed forward, and he enjoyed the feeling of a tongue working over the underside of his foot. One lap, two, three, working up from the heel all the way to the toes, and then back down again. Each lick barely covered a small segment of his foot, considering their difference in size, but each one was fervent and eager, and it reminded him of another reason he kept the boy around.

He watched the possum behind his foot, slowly shaking his head in amusement and happiness. It was lovely, in its own way, to see one of his subjects so dedicated to him. Admittedly, yes, it was a one-sided relationship in many ways, and Harley couldn't give him everything. There were slaves that could give him other satisfactions that Harley simply wasn't ready for...but the boy did everything he could, and he did it with an eagerness that was easy to be proud of.

Letting the boy lick and suck from his heel to his arch, Draconicon waited. It didn't take long for the possum to work himself into a frenzy, and when he did, he was no longer very cognizant of the world around him. When that happened, the dragon would be ready for something a little different. He leaned back, watching as some of the other lords felt themselves up. He chuckled, turning to a zebra on his left, shaking his head.

"Don't you feel some shame, Lord Antu?"

"Ah, I...I apologize, Lord Draconicon. I assumed -"

"If you will look at the slave, you can see that he has no assumptions of what he needs to do, or what he is allowed to do. When I told him to worship my feet, he did not lift it, but merely satisfied himself with the top of my foot until I gave him leave to touch the rest. When I held it in front of him, Harley didn't start licking until I told him to. And now, he is as hard as can be -"

His tail whipped out, yanking the cloth that covered the boy's crotch out of the way. For the briefest of moments, Harley tensed up under him, but he didn't squirm, didn't pull away. He just sat there, allowing everyone else to see his erection, just as he had been told.

"He is as hard as he can be, and yet he doesn't touch himself. He knows that there is nothing that he can do without my permission. He knows where his loyalty and his rewards lie. You, my Lord Antu, could do to learn from his example."

"...Yes, Lord Draconicon."

Making a mental note of just what sort of things the zebra might need to learn - and whether he should be brought down a rank or two - Draconicon turned back to the possum beneath his feet. The boy was already panting, desperate for more than just licking, but he was still obeying.

My little Harley. How many times have you begged before you realized you earned it faster if you waited? Heh. You have been almost like a son to teach, these past few years...

It was an amusing walk down memory lane, thinking of the time it had taken to get the young man comfortable with a loincloth, and then to serving him in public. It had taken a great deal of work, and nothing had quite settled in or made the possum feel comfortable until the dragon started incorporating the young man's lust into the training.

Heh, that first day, when I lowered you into your foot slave headspace, the dragon said with a smile. The ambassadors came in, whispering their pleas for more land, more people, more money. They saw you, tried to ignore you, but they kept staring. You could have panicked, yet you didn't. You were too far into your need to serve and please my feet.

Ever since then, he'd known the secret to keeping the boy interested. All it took was the scent and sight to keep him in public, and the reinforcement of it whenever something slightly more embarrassing came around. Like now. The boy sat there, kneeling back on his soles, his face buried in the dragon's large foot and sniffing away. It was more than simple eager service. It was Harley's way of keeping himself safe, of feeling good about what he was doing.

Draconicon lifted his other foot, smothering his slave from both sides. He smiled as Harley's muzzle pushed between his thick black feet, the tip of the possum's muzzle nudging back and forth between the soles. Some might have almost called it a footjob of the face, but he just enjoyed smothering the little man. He pressed his feet together, compressing the slave's nose against his feet, making sure that the musk of his sole was washing down the boy's nose.

All the while, the lords watched in silence, either in awe or knowing that it was better not to speak. Draconicon didn't mind which it was; informed silence was as suitable as awestruck attention.

Finally, it was broken again.

"Lord Draconicon," Lord Krag muttered. "If I may beg a boon?"

"Heh, I will listen to your request."

"I've not had the attention of a proper foot slave for a while. May I have the chance to enjoy the attentions of yours?"

"Hmmm."

He lowered his feet as he considered, and he saw Harley's eyes clear as the possum came back to the moment. The slave looked back and forth, his cheeks burning hotter than ever, but the dragon's eyes kept him in place. It was not a time to run, nor a time to leave.

"I suppose I can acquiesce to this, on the proviso that you move closer, first."

"As you will, Lord Draconicon."

The lion scooted closer to him, and at a nod from him, the possum leaned back. Harley looked nervous, his face tense and tight, and his eyes flicked all over the room. Draconicon chuckled, laying one foot against the possum's thigh, rubbing it in as comforting a motion as he could manage. It did little, but the young man did stop squirming, laying flatter on his back as he looked up at the ceiling.

Lord Krag didn't wear shoes in the dragon's palace. Nobody did. The lion extended his feet, holding them over the possum's face as he considered the best way to use Harley as a foot rest. Draconicon chuckled, seeing that they were not quite as large as his own, probably just big enough to mostly cover Harley's face, rather than all of it.

He will be content enough under them, particularly with what I am about to do.

"Is there anything I should keep in mind, Lord Draconicon?"

"Yes. He will not speak to you, and will not speak to anyone, unless commanded."

"A pity. I would like some verbal worship."

"Perhaps you should become a god, then. I hear that they receive worship that they don't deserve on a daily basis."

The room burst out into nervous laughter for a moment or two, then went silent as all eyes went back to the possum. Harley shivered, the little trembles evident through the young man's thighs into the dragon's soles. He shook his head, bringing his feet up a bit further, and then inwards.

Almost instantly Harley shivered and relaxed, the possum's eyes glazing over slightly as the dragon's toes worked over the possum's length. He smiled to himself, shaking his head as he saw the pleasure take over, his slave already going down to his happy space.

It works every time, he thought.

"Alright. You may place your feet on his face now. But make sure that you take care with your claws."

"Yes, yes, I understand, Lord Draconicon."

I hope you do, because I will remove your feet if you do not. And I don't need to remove your legs at the same time.

He shook his head, enjoying the sight of his slave getting worked over by someone different for a change. Harley barely groaned beneath the lion's feet, and he realized that the boy wasn't licking just yet. He cocked his head to the side for a moment in concern, then chuckled.

"Right. Harley. Worship the lion."

That was all it took. A moment later, he could hear the eager licks of the boy's tongue, that soft slurping sound that always came when the possum was enjoying his time underfoot. He shook his head as he worked his feet up and down that smaller cock, rewarding the boy for doing what he was supposed to do.

It didn't take long for him to feel the first little droplets of pre flowing free, and he smiled to himself a little bit more. He slowed his footjob, making sure to keep the pressure and the pace down so that Harley wouldn't go over the edge too quickly. He felt the twitching down there, the soft groan as the boy's body realized that it wasn't going over the edge just yet, and shook his head with a smile.

Small instincts that are never forgotten, not truly, he thought as he watched the boy go back to licking, sucking at the lion's toes. It was just eager, sloppy and wet compared to the true devotion under his own foot, but he rather liked the comparison. It meant that Harley remembered his passion when he was under dragon feet, but not while under others.

Of course, if he ever had the thought to sell the possum, that would be something that would drive down the buy price, but he doubted that he'd ever get to that point. Harley was just that bit too valuable to consider such a thing.

Chuckling, he worked his feet in again, his toes curling around the small member between them, dragging pre up from the balls and spreading it down along the shaft again. Each stroke brought a bit more up, and the boy moaned beneath him, whimpering and thrusting in the most microscopic of ways.

I've trained him well, I suppose, but he needs to learn a little more stillness.

Lord Krag, however, was less restrained in what he was enjoying.

"Oh, that's just what you need, isn't it, boy? You're a little foot licking slave, and you were born that way. Just begging for this sort of stuff, always shoving your face into feet since you were born, I bet. You'd need to get yourself locked up at some point. Just a pity that you were here for Lord Draconicon to get instead of me. I'd have put you down in chains and bondage for my own little -"

"Lord Krag."

"...Sorry, Lord Draconicon."

The lion nodded, bowing his head before going on with somewhat less inflammatory language, though he supposed that it was only natural. The lion was getting a true foot worship - or the closest thing that others could get from Harley - and it was something that was rather inflammatory. It was good, warm, delicious to be worshiped in a way that was so intimate and wonderful.

He could feel the possum's cock throbbing up again, begging for more attention, and he chuckled as he pulled back again, letting that excitement die down once more. The boy's balls looked heavily swollen, and he smiled as he nudged them with his heels from time to time. Not hard, just enough to nudge them about, make them feel a little stimulation as well. He had made Harley blow in the past with just a little grind of his heel against those swollen orbs, and he was tempted to do it again.

But for now, better to let the boy slowly build at his own pace.

The dragon sighed to himself as he realized that his feet were getting as wet with pre as the possum's cock was, and he knew that he'd have to get the boy to lick them up later. Perhaps not right away, but soon enough. It was not suitable for an overlord of lords to actually walk around with his feet so soiled.

Glancing over at Lord Krag, he saw that the lion was resisting the urge to grope himself. He sighed.

"You may take it out, Lord Krag."

"Mmmph. Thank you, Lord Draconicon."

The lion whipped it out, though the dragon didn't pay attention to that. Instead, he gradually worked one foot down past the possum's balls. While the other continued to pump the shaft, the toes of the other worked along the sweaty backside of his slave, pushing between the possum's legs and towards his other end.

He smiled as he felt the little opening down there. He nudged it with his toe, not pushing in, but just touching it. The possum jumped, moaned, and then jumped again as the dragon kept touching it. One of these days, he might find the time and the inclination to actually push a toe in there during his slave's foot worshiping sessions, but for now, it was better to just tease.

The lion was growling and groaning, getting more and more worked up, and Draconicon decided it was time to start bringing this to an end. With a soft sigh, he brought his feet up and pressed them to both sides of the possum's cock. In just two strokes, he took Harley over the edge, making him spurt all over the place.

He blocked most of it with one foot, however, forcing the possum to shoot up against his sole. He could feel Harley whimpering and gasping beneath the lion's feet, felt the gasps for breath that shook and rippled the boy's belly, and he shook his head with a smile. Always so dramatic.

When it was over, his foot was soaked with possum cum, and the boy was blushing as he pulled back from Lord Krag's soles. The lion continued to groan, jerking off as the boy's shame burned hot on his cheeks. Harley pointed to his lips, and Draconicon nodded.

"M-m-may I...wash your feet...master?"

"Heh, in time, boy, in time."

He stroked the possum's cheek, shaking his head a few times. The times in the past where Harley dreaded cumming, simply because it would mean that he had to clean up his product. It was something that the dragon had broken him of, at some point; there was a word he could use to put the time and the taste out of the possum's mind, and he would be happy to lick away for hours. But this wasn't time for that. This was time to show off the ultimate authority that he had over his slave.

Draconicon gently pulled Harley closer, stroking his cheek until the kneeling slave was leaned forward between his legs. The possum blushed worse than ever, but reached forward after a nod from the dragon. Little fingers picked apart the dragon's clothes, opening them and allowing his shaft to drop free.

It was always worthwhile to see the boy's eyes as he was reminded how big the dragon was. Draconicon's cock throbbed with life, already half-hard from the teasing that he'd given his slave so far, and growing as it was exposed to the room. More than a few of the lords gasped as he exposed himself, but only Lord Krag was deep enough in his lusts to actually say anything.

"Fucking hell..."

"Language, Lord Krag."

"I'm sorry, sir, but that is..."

"Yes. And he can take it all."

The crowd gasped again, and Harley looked at up him, a mix of panic and arousal and flattery on his face. Draconicon knew that the possum didn't know what he wanted, whether he wanted mercy or to be pushed further. When the boy didn't know - or when the dragon didn't care - there was only one option.

He stroked the possum's cheek one more time with his claws, and then slowly pulled him forward. Harley didn't struggle, as he once had. Instead, he just went with it, resignation making him go slack from head to toe, and his eyes half closed as he leaned in towards the dragon's cock.

The possum worked it into his mouth with a scooping motion, tugging it up and forward with a moan and a shiver. Draconicon enjoyed that feeling, the way that his half-hard cock was just slurped past lips that were almost too tight for him to push past, the way that the possum's tongue was hard at work despite being scared. It was a perfect demonstration of service out of devotion, rather than fully service of desire.

"As you can see, Harley...mm...Harley has been a good slave, and has earned all the treats that he gets from me. He has outdone himself in every aspect of his slavery, and this, perhaps, is an example of that more than anything else. You see, Harley is not, in any way, attracted to men."

Eyes widened around the room, and the dragon chuckled.

"Or, at least, he wasn't before he came here. He was, however, an equal-opportunity foot licker, and from there, I have developed his talents. I helped him to try other things, always with the idea of my feet as the reward that waited on the other end. While he never needed to be trained in how to deal with another's feet, he has needed training in many other areas. Like blowjobs."

The dragon gently lifted Harley's head back, the poor possum's cheeks burning, but the slave not complaining. He stroked the boy's head, rubbing his hair back out of the way.

"As you can see, he's still so embarrassed, so worried about what he's doing. He's not sucking me because he wants to have a cock in his mouth. He's sucking me so that he can have the reward of playing with my feet again. His function has turned into his reward, and his reward has turned into his function. And you know it, slave, don't you?"

"I know all of it...and I don't care...I just want to serve you...and earn the right to play with your feet...master..."

"Yes, I know, Harley. And you do it so very well."

He patted the possum on the head, dragging him down again. He moaned softly, feeling his cock grow harder and harder in the possum's mouth, gradually pushing down towards the back of Harley's muzzle.

His cock popped into the possum's throat, and a little moan escaped his lips as the boy kept sucking, swallowing, pushing himself to take more and more with each passing second. The possum pushed forward, little pink nose soon pressed flush against the dragon's crotch, and he smiled in appreciation of the possum's efforts. To reward his slave, he shifted his foot, allowing the half-soft possum cock to rest between his toes.

"Hehehe, he's going to fuck your foot, Lord Draconicon."

"Language, Lord Antu."

"Um...sorry."

The dragon shook his head. They were all annoying in their own way. Krag was annoying for his attempts to dominate something that was not his. Lord Antu was ruled by his body, and could not remember basic commands if they were not given to him exclusively. Many of the others had their own foibles, each one almost more of a problem than they were an aid.

If it weren't for the fact that the world was so short of help these days, he would have them all replaced, but he doubted he could find better just yet. The world had to be made whole again, and held together for a time before that was possible.

Shaking his head, he let himself just enjoy the blowjob, resting his hand on the back of Harley's head, and closed his eyes. Up and down, up and down the boy's mouth went, soft, wet, and warm. All around the room, people were watching, and the fact that he was getting served with other people to see it happen...well, that was the best reward he could imagine. He smiled, giving the boy's cock a little squeeze with his toes, feeling it twitch and feeling Harley suck a little harder for a moment.

"Now...while he continues to serve..."

"Ugh..."

"Please..."

"While he's doing this, Lord Draconicon?"

The dragon opened one eye, and all the complainers suddenly sat back, shaking their heads.

"As you will, of course."

"There's no reason we can't."

"Yes, yes, let's get this done."

He would have chuckled if it wouldn't ruin the moment. Perhaps Lord Beren's death had served more of a purpose than simply removing a future traitor. Perhaps they would actually listen and work with him for a change.

So, with the possum sucking him slowly, he leaned forward, outlining his proposed map of their lands...

The End