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Hart and Soul

For DemonSoulZ

By Draconicon

It wasn't particularly fun being a shut-in, but there were days when Soul simply couldn't bear to visit the outside world. Living in his apartment was easy enough that he never felt particularly tempted to leave. Food and grocery delivery kept him supplied, the games that he could download at the touch of a button kept him entertained, and when he needed a friend, he always had one that he could count on to pay him a visit.

The furry blue dragon was spending another day, like any other, just relaxing on his couch with a controller in his hand, only to be interrupted at the beginning of a boss fight by a knock at the door. He froze, the pause button tapped on instinct, and he looked over his shoulder.

No answer, at least, not at first. Another knock came a few seconds later, and then another after that.

"Who is it?" he called out when he realized that his visitor wasn't just going to leave.

"It's Hart. Open the door!"

"Oh!"

He jumped up from the couch, rushing around the back, down the hallway, and up to the door. Yanking it open, Soul smiled at the other dragon.

Hart was another furry dragon, like himself, though the cocky way that his friend's eyebrows wiggled always made him feel like he was a little more basic. Wearing no more than his usual pair of red shorts, Hart walked by him, nudging him out of the way with his shoulder and shutting the door behind him. Soul followed behind, shaking his head a few times.

"You know, I really prefer it when you call."

"Yeah, well, I was busy."

"Busy with what? You don't have a job or anything."

"Hehehe, you'll see. I've been planning this for a long time."

Soul froze in the middle of turning the lock on the door. Hart, planning something? He'd heard that before, and it hadn't ended well that time, either. The furry dragon was a mischief maker of the highest order when he wasn't actively working on it. When he planned something out, it usually ended with someone either getting chased by the police or otherwise restrained by law enforcement.

Or by the other furry dragon, he supposed, though that was something that he really did not want to think about.

"The police aren't going to show up and break down my door, are they?"

"Oh, no, no, I got this from an entirely reputable source."

"Uh-huh. And what sort of source is that?"

"Juuuuust one that I know."

"Hart...You are not using anything illegal in my apartment."

"Says you."

"Hart!"

He walked back to the living room, only to find that his friend - his only friend - was already seated on the couch, unpacking the bag. Soul walked over, fully intending to up-end the bag and talk some sense into the other dragon, but Hart beat him to it, flipping it over. A series of things fell out, from basic sex toys to things that looked a little bit more advanced, but the most eye-catching thing was the collar that fell out of the bag. The furry dragon stared at it, then looked back at Hart again.

"What...what is that for?"

"That, my friend, is for you."

"...You do realize I'm not a dog, right?"

"No, but you are a good little dragon, and good little dragons should wear collars."

Soul blushed, his cheeks burning as Hart pulled the collar up from the table, holding it out to him. He looked at it, then back up at his friend.

He remembered the times that they had spent together in the past. They'd been close for a very, very long time, despite the various misadventures that Hart had gotten them into. The other dragon had been his friend, his only friend, and...well, that friendship had had a few little experimental phases. He'd seen the other guy naked more than once, and he knew that Hart had always desired to take that further.

The collar had to be part of that. He looked at it, turning it around as he took it in hand.

"You know that this isn't going to mean anything."

"Says you, heh."

"Hart...I'm not..."

"Come on, just let me see you wear it for a bit."

"Ugh...you know I'm not a collar person."

"You're not a person person, really," Hart said.

"That's...that's true."

"Come on, just for me. Wear it for a second?"

Soul groaned. It wasn't fair that his friend could pull that card. He would never do this, normally, but for Hart...

Well, it was just for a second. He could do that. Taking the d-ring at the front and using it for leverage, he stretched the collar out and dragged it over his shout, and then down over the back of his neck. It didn't take long to get it nice and situated along his neck, and as soon as he let go, it tightened to the point where it fit right against his fur and skin.

As soon as it made contact, though -

"NNGH!"

Soul went to his knees, grabbing at the sides of his neck. It felt like it had suddenly tightened much further, blending with his neck and melting into it. It was hot, so hot for a few seconds, and then it dimmed down once more, merely warm. He panted hard, feeling a tingle running up and down his spine, running from the collar outwards and then back inside.

With every pulse, the t-shirt and jeans that he was wearing felt hotter, tighter, more constricting around his body. Every time he moved, it was like they were scraping against him rather than just laying over his body. He shuddered, biting his lips and fighting the urge to just rip the clothes off him, knowing that it was something that the collar was making him want.

"What...what is this?"

"This is my way of taking you for my own," Hart said. "I'm sick of you staying in here, and I'm sick of having to hold back."

One of Hart's clawed fingers pressed under his chin, raising his eyes to look up at the other dragon. Soul panted, stuck on his knees as he stared up at his friend. Hart chuckled.

"You know, this is just about perfect. You're a shut-in, you never leave this place. Nobody's gonna notice that you're still here all the time. I can turn this whole place into a sex dungeon, and since you never have any visitors other than me, nobody is going to care. You think that's going to be fun?"

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Heh, that's my thoughts, too. Heh, now, how about we get you out of those clothes?"

That was an impossible thought. Soul rapidly shook his head, denying the possibility outright, but his hands were already starting to move. They reached for the bottom of his shirt, starting to tug on it, and he realized that they were going to pull it up and over his head whether he wanted them to or not. The furry dragon whimpered, trying to enforce his own will on his body, trying to make his arms stay down, but they weren't obeying him any longer.

It almost hurt when the shirt slipped over his shoulders, but when it was off his back, he actually felt...better. Almost like the hyper-sensitivity was no longer hurting him as long as he didn't have clothes on.

The fact that Hart was staring at him afterwards, though, didn't fill him with confidence. His cheeks burned as he was stared at, and he tried to cover his shirtless self with his arms. It didn't work very well, and all he managed to do was look silly. Hart chuckled, leaning back on the couch.

"How about you get the rest of those clothes off, hmm? You know that you're not actually naked yet."

"But I'm close enough."

"Not for me."

The other dragon gestured, and once more, the collar seemed to take control, forcing him to obey the other dragon whether he wanted to or not. The feeling of the other dragon taking power like this, the surrender of his body, made him all the more embarrassed as the seconds ticked on, his hands and arms shaking as they reached down to the button and zipper of his jeans, dragging at them and pulling them apart so that they could come down.

The last thing that he wanted was to fully expose himself, but his body was clearly no longer under his control. He couldn't stop himself from standing up and pushing his pants down to his ankles, and then stepping out of them. His cheeks were on fire as he kicked his jeans away, not because he wanted to, but because he had been ordered to. Soul stood there in nothing more than his underwear, his hands forced to clasp behind his back, and Hart looked him over with the eyes of a man observing a piece of meat rather than another person. The furry dragon chuckled, leaning back further on the couch and folding his arms behind his head.

"Mmm, you certainly have a good body. I haven't seen it in too long."

"Please, don't... Don't do this to me."

"Oh, I'll be doing a lot more than this. But I think that you complaining is getting on my nerves. How about you stop talking?"

"I - mmmph!"

He groaned, the collar burning again as it took control again. It forced his mouth shut, keeping him from making words. All he could do was whimper, whine, and moan as the other dragon reached out, dragging a pair of toes along the bottom of his cock.

And yes, his cock was hard. He didn't want to think about why his cock was hard, but it was pushing against the front of his underwear, making quite a bulge as he stood there before his friend. The other dragon smiled, dragging his foot up and down, up and down, allowing the bulge of Soul's cock to fit between his toes as he teased it again and again.

"Yes, that's it. You don't want to hide this thing anymore, do you? Not really. It's so much more fun to show it off, let someone else play with it, show just how hard and horny that a good dragon can be."

He didn't want to, but his body thrust forward twice, pushed to grind against the toes that were teasing him. Hart spread them, pressing his foot down that much more firmly, and Soul gasped as he felt those toes squeezing on either side of his bulge, jerking him off, teasing him through his underwear.

Forced to stand there, unable to thrust, unable to run, he felt like he had become nothing more than a statue for the erotic purposes of the other dragon. He was there to be shown off, and he hated it. He wanted to pull back, to run, to call the cops about the obviously insane thing that was happening to him. A quick report would put Hart behind bars, where he probably should have been a long time ago. Just one phone call, and...and...

And everyone would see what had happened to him, too. See what had become of him, what Hart had turned him into with just a single request. He blushed worse than ever, his cock starting to ooze pre through his underwear as the other dragon kept teasing him. His friend looked up, chuckling.

"Heh, starting to understand, are we?"

Soul was forced to nod, not from the collar, but because there was no denying it.

"That's right. I've covered my bases pretty well, this time. There's nobody else that will come in and check on you, nobody that will see what happened to you unless you invited them in. You, the shut-in, the shy one, the secret slut that nobody ever suspected."

"Mmmph!"

"Oh, don't deny it. We both know that you were the slutty one, the one that needed to get taken, the one that needed to get used. You didn't want to just stay here, never getting any action. You just wanted someone else to be the person to force you into it. You were waiting for someone like me to come around and take advantage. Otherwise, you would never get anything. You were too shy for your own good, and now, I'm fixing that."

The other furry dragon chuckled, finally pulling his foot down and shaking his head.

"And now, I think you should learn something else, Soul. You see, that collar around your neck? It's never coming off unless I take it off myself. It's bound to you, magical. I don't know how it works, but it's not something that you can just ignore. It'll force you into anything that I demand, and I do mean anything. That means I could ask you to go outside in the nude, suck off the paperboy, and then come back inside. You won't be able to help yourself. And in time, you'll come to want it.

"In addition, you'll not be able to cum in that collar, either. The power of it keeps you in permanent chastity and hyper-sensitivity. The more that you try and fight that, the more that you'll feel it. You think that it was painful wearing clothes a minute ago? It will get a lot worse if you try and put them back on. The most that you'll ever be wearing from now on is that underwear of yours, and I'm thinking about replacing it. Maybe you can convince me otherwise, but I doubt it."

The rules and the situation were far worse than Soul had imagined that they'd be, but at least they had rules. He could work within that. The furred dragon shivered, trying to think of some way that he could speak around the rule that Hart had set, but before he could put much thought there, the other dragon snapped his fingers, pointing down to the floor.

The collar interpreted the order immediately, bringing him down to his knees, making him kneel before his friend. He stared up at Hart, his cheeks on fire as his body dragged itself closer to the other dragon, putting him right between Hart's legs and forcing him to lean against the other dragon's crotch, resting his head right on the forming bulge between the other dragon's legs.

"You'll be sucking on that a lot over the course of the next few days," Hart said. "But first, let's get you used to the scent, shall we?"

The other dragon pulled down the front of his shorts, and the sheer musk that came off his cock and balls was nearly enough to make the shy furry dragon pass out. He would have fallen back if the collar hadn't kept his body pinned right to that spot, and his cheeks burned as he realized that there was no way of him retreating from that thick, heavy cock that was revealed.

There was no external balls, but there were a few little bumps just below a slit where the cock came out. They dripped with a different sort of oil than the rest of the scales would, a sort of pheromone that would normally not affect him. Normally. Now...

He groaned, feeling his cock swell and throb in his underwear, begging to be pulled out and shown off. He resisted the impulse, but he could feel the need building between his legs, the utter hunger to be jerking off, to be showing off, to be the slutty little dragon that Hart had accused him of being.

No, no, it's just chemicals, just hormones, just pheromones. There's nothing here that's really what I'm like...

Hart grabbed him by the back of his head, dragging him down and forcing him to press his nose to the other dragon's cock. Every breath he took was laden with that thick musk, forcing him to take it, taste it, enjoy it. The feeling of that shaft pressed against the front of his face only made him feel more and more embarrassed, more and more humiliated as the seconds ticked on.

His cheeks burning, he was forced up to the very tip, his lips washed and rubbed with the pre oozing out of the tip, marked with the scent and the musk that was coming off that shaft. He groaned every time that Hart dragged the tip along his lips, forcing him to taste the drippings coming off it and making him suck it down. He shivered, knowing that it was only a matter of time before -

"Open."

His mouth opened on its own, and the cock went right down his throat. He gagged, feeling his throat clamp down on the shaft, but he couldn't stop it. All he could do was keep sucking, keep pulling it down his throat and hoping for the best. Suck, suck, suck, he went, his throat clamping and gulping as best it could as Hart gasped and moaned over his head.

The feeling of the other dragon's obvious pleasure was that much more humiliating, knowing that he was being used as a thing rather than as another person flooding him with the realization that he was becoming a toy. The collar would make sure that he never actually resisted, that he would just serve eagerly and without complaint.

No, no, this isn't me, this isn't me! he tried to tell himself, even as his body started adjusting, getting used to the cock down his throat and starting to...well, not enjoy it, but not be bothered by it anymore.

Hart guided him up and down, making him suck away.

"Stay hard, now. Stay hard and horny."

His cock throbbed to the beat of his head bobbing, and he had to huff in that brain-melting musk every time that he bobbed his head down. It was so hot that it made it almost feel 'humid' in his brain, like there was a muck over everything. He could still think, but he couldn't think about anything without also thinking of the source of that musk, that heat, that sheer power of masculinity in front of him.

Up and down, up and down he went, his cock throbbing away, almost as if he was sucking himself at the same time. He could feel it throbbing and swelling, oozing enough pre that he swore that his underwear was glued to it, soaked to his cock so that it couldn't be adjusted without his cock getting more obvious. Everything felt like it was soaked together, like he was wearing a speedo rather than a pair of briefs.

Soul was forced down to the base of Hart's cock, and he heard the other dragon pant and gasp, cumming down his throat. The heat in his neck told him just how much was pulsing down into his stomach, and his cheeks burned like fire as he realized just how easily he was taking the other dragon's load.

It didn't help that he was red-faced and humiliated and not wanting it when he was allowed to pull back. It didn't help that he was trying not to be a slut. All that mattered was that he had just been the other dragon's toy, and there was no denying what he had done for Hart.

"Yes, that's a good boy. You did good."

The collar throbbed around his neck, delivering a pulse of pleasure to his cock and his ass at the same time. If it had been any other situation, he swore he would have cum. His hips twitched, grinding his cock against the front of his briefs for a few seconds, and he swore that he was just about to go over the edge. He whimpered, half-hoping for it, but the pleasure just died off, holding itself right at the edge without actually going over.

"Hehehe, I told you, Soul. You aren't going to be cumming anymore. Not with the collar around your neck, and not without you begging me for the chance to do it. I'm not feeling too inclined at the moment, considering that you're fighting your new role so hard. But perhaps, later, if you beg me, I'll think it over again."

"Mmmph..."

"Now, let's see about getting you tied up and properly trained. We have a long way to go before you're actually ready for me to use you the way I want."

#

The days passed by in similar fashion. Soul was tied up in the back of the apartment, laid out on his bed with an easy way for him to release waste during the night, only untied when his new master/owner came by the next day. During the night, he had free time, he could move - as much as the ropes and the bindings on the bed allowed him - and he could go from one side of the room to the other, read, and do other things that his master didn't allow during the day.

But as soon as dawn came, he was put through training.

It was the same routine every morning, with the other furry dragon coming over and offering him his dick. The same dick that had been in his throat that first day was becoming ever more easy to take, and by the end of the week, he could take the whole thing without gagging once.

After the morning greeting of that blowjob, Soul was forced down on all fours, made to lick and worship the other dragon's feet. He was made to breathe in the musk that came off the soles, and made to enjoy it as those same feet edged his cock constantly afterwards, while Hart played a game on his consoles.

After that, he was tied to the wall, his cock pushed up against it as the other dragon pulled his tail up and started working on his ass. Hart never used his own cock for the act, but rather various toys, dildos, pressing down on his prostate to keep his cock leaking so that his cock was always slippery and soaked with seed. Even though it milked at his balls, even though it pushed him to have 'orgasms', they were not proper things, more of a constant dribbling than true relief, and only added to his need to cum.

The feeling of being pushed so far was that much more humiliating, but there was nothing he could do.

As he laid there at the end of the seventh day, his arms and his legs chained down to the bed, Soul looked up at the ceiling. He was naked again, his cock throbbing in its perpetual erect state, and he was shivering with need. His body burned with sensitivity, making the blankets below him feel like they were groping hands as he shifted from one position to another, and if he dared to roll over, if his cock touched it, he knew that it would burn with pleasure, as if a vibrator had been pressed just under the head.

His breath came slow and ragged as he tried to calm down, but it was next to impossible. His body was on fire with need, and his cock...

He stared down at it, his eyes glazed over with lust as he stared at his own shaft. It hadn't gone soft once all day, the shaft dripping and oozing almost constantly. His balls were starting to show in an external way, so swollen with a week of edging and teasing. He was half-convinced that they might actually grow to the point of looking like they were external, and he blushed at the thought of Master Hart giving him a 'gift' like that. He didn't want one, but he might not have a choice.

Laying back again, he stared at the ceiling, trying to think, trying to put some sort of thought through his head in hope that it might lead to a plan, a plan of action that might free him from this hell. If he could just think of someone that he could call, that he could trust, that wouldn't use him the same way -

Or someone that would use me in the same way.

No, no, that was the thought of the submissive that Hart had been training. That was the thought of the slut that Hart wanted him to be. He needed someone that wouldn't -

Would.

• Use him like that.

The furry dragon groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, his cock throbbing and oozing more and more pre over his belly. His fur was saturated with it, the air heavy with his own musk. He couldn't do anything without breathing it in, tasting it, smelling it constantly. His body was saturated with it, looking like a wet cat from a bath in places.

Sex, sex, sex, sex.

It was almost all he could think about now, his need climbing to realms that he hadn't even realized had existed. He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum more than anything that he had ever needed in his life before, and if he didn't get it...

Well, he would go mad. There was no longer any question of that, and he didn't think that Hart had missed that. The other dragon was pushing him this hard and this far for a reason, though what that reason was, he had no idea. He imagined that it was to break him.

Well, it was almost done.

#

The next day, the other dragon arrived with a smile on his face, and Soul whimpered as his master came through the door. He humped the air, gasping, panting, begging without words, as his vocabulary had been stolen from him by the other dragon. Speech was no longer possible, and he doubted that he could ever actually say something that meant anything to anyone. He barely remembered how to think in words.

Hart reached down, grabbing him by the cock, and the furry dragon arched his back again, gasping and whimpering, whining as a shot of pre went flying up and past his head, spraying against the wall. His balls ached with the need to release, and he tried - and failed - to hump against the other dragon's hand.

"Mmph...nnngh....mmph!'

"You want to cum, my slut?"

He nodded, desperately.

"You want to cum, to let out all that lovely seed and need that you've been building up over the course of the last week?"

He nodded again. He wanted that, needed that more than he'd needed anything in his life. He would do anything to have that release, to feel his cum oozing out of his balls, to feel it drooling down into the floor. He just needed it out.

The other dragon chuckled.

"I have a task you can do. If you do it, then you'll be allowed to cum. Sound fair, slut?"

In days gone, Soul would have shook his head and tried to remain defiant, but the collar and the training had worked its magic on him. He nodded, more eagerly than he wanted to think about.

"Good boy. Here, have a treat."

The other dragon ran his fingers through the slippery mess on Soul's chest, soaking his fingers in dragon pre. Hart offered them to him, and Soul whimpered, barely hesitating before opening his mouth and licking at his juices. It wasn't the first time, but it was getting painfully easier to do it. He shivered as he sucked down his own fluids, licking them up and swallowing them as fast as he could.

"Good boy."

The praise wasn't what he wanted, but it was having an effect, making his cock bob up and down as he was released from the bed. He was dragged down to all fours, and to his shock, he was pulled along towards the front door. His eyes bugged out of his head, and he turned to stare up at his master.

"I didn't say it would be an easy task, heh. Let's just go out here..."

The need throbbing between his legs drove him further than anything else would have, and the furry dragon groaned as he was pulled out into the hallway between the other rooms. He was on all fours like a dog, forced to kneel there and squat with his cock pointing down the hall, right where anyone else could come out to see him. Whether they were getting their paper, leaving for work, or anything else, he was right in easy view for someone to see. And all he could think about was the need to cum.

"Now, you're getting pretty flexible," Hart said with a chuckle. "Lean down, start to lick at yourself."

"Mmmph?"

"Lick your cock. See if you can suck yourself."

He stared up at the other dragon. That was something that...well, he had done it once...a long time ago.

He lowered his head, whimpering as he thought about sucking himself in the hallway. Dare he?

He thought not, but...but he was so horny. His cock throbbed so hard. It had been so long since he got a real orgasm. He just...he needed...

What fight he had in him wasn't enough to fight his libido. Slowly, he leaned his head down, his cheeks burning again as he started licking around the head of his cock. He felt like a dog, like a big, naughty dog as he dragged his tongue along the head of his cock, constantly tasting the salty, slightly bitter taste of his own pre against his tongue as he sucked and bobbed his head along his own shaft. The other dragon chuckled over him, shaking his head, but he knew that he didn't have a choice. Lick, suck, lick, suck.

His cock throbbed from the attention, the first real pleasure it had enjoyed for so long. He could feel the urge to buck into his mouth, and he did, his back aching as he held the position and ground his cock against his tongue. Whimpering and moaning like the dragon-dog that he'd become for his one and only friend, he almost missed the magic word that he'd been waiting to hear for over a week.

"Cum."

With a deep moan, he did just that, spilling his load all over his tongue and then over the floor. He humped air, whimpering and gasping. As his orgasm washed over him, as he was made to blow his load in a way so public and wrong...he knew he was broken. Hart would be his master forevermore.

And he was...okay with that. He still felt wrong, felt embarrassed, felt like he'd lost something, but he was so horny that he didn't care anymore. The way that his master pulled him back into the apartment, the way that the furred dragon chuckled and stroked himself, Soul knew that he would at least be used again and again, kept from thinking and worrying. All he had to do was obey, and...and he thought he'd be good at that.

The End