Treatments From His Master
A story that was commissioned by a very eager sub friend of mine, who does so love being controlled by Drac and put underfoot, put into embarrassing situations, and just used over and over and over again. Looks like it's happening again.
Commissioned by DrakeHavok
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Treatments from his Master For DrakeHavok By Draconicon
Whenever Master Draconicon decided to take him to the mall, Havok always had a rather sneaking suspicion that something naughty was going to happen. Well, sneaking suspicion backed up by a rather strong history of it happening. The white dragon was aware that a little more than half the time they went, he ended up doing something.
But the other half was always beneficial enough for him that he kept going, just in case it was one of those.
They walked up to the front door, the one that led into the food court, when Draconicon patted him on the shoulder.
"Havok?"
"Yeah?" the white dragon asked.
"Take your shoes off."
"Huh? Oh, are you seriously going to have me do this? Here? Why?"
"You know why."
He looked over his shoulder, seeing his master smiling at him. The white dragon sighed under his breath.
The black dragon was an insatiable foot fiend, he swore. Despite the bigger male being white-eyed to the point where you could never see just what he was looking at, Havok was always sure of where his master's eyes were: the nearest pair of bare feet in the vicinity. He should have guessed the big guy would pull something like this.
Just as he was about to tell the other dragon to wait for later, however, his master gripped his shoulder and whispered.
"Do it, Slave."
A shiver ran down his spine, and he was bending over almost before he realized it. His fingers tugged the knotted laces, and his shoes came off in a heartbeat. They disappeared...somewhere, he wasn't sure where. Probably some trick that the other dragon had pulled.
At any rate, he was very aware of stepping into the mall barefoot, and he felt the eyes of several customers in the food court turning to stare at him. He knew the look.
Dirty fuck.
He'd gotten the look a number of times before, though usually it was in an alley that his master had left him in rather than in the shopping mall. Havok blushed, his toes curling every time that his feet left the ground, swearing that the white scales were already darkening with the dust on the ground.
Didn't help that they were still being stared at when they entered the main part of the mall. Even in the crowd of people going from one store to another, he could feel people staring at the dirty, barefoot dragon.
"This is embarrassing."
"I don't know. I like the view from back here."
"You know, most people say that about looking at someone's ass, not about looking at their feet."
"Excellent idea."
"What?! You - oh ho ho ho, no. No, no, I'm not going to be taking off my pants. No way. Not even -"
"Do it, Slave."
Again, it was barely more than a whisper, but the white dragon couldn't help but do it. Maybe it was the way that Draconicon said it, or maybe there was just something else...
Whatever it was, he was shivering as he grabbed hold of his pants, his body moving mechanically, his cock already getting hard. By the time that his jeans hit the ground, he was hard as a rock, tenting his pants and blushing as he watched a bit of pre-cum stain the tip of his tent.
His pants disappeared just like his shoes had, leaving him with nothing but a t-shirt and his briefs. The fact that he had chosen to wear briefs today only enhanced his boner that much more, and he groaned every time that he saw someone looking.
Groaned, and blushed. The fact that he was so close to being exposed, the fact that he knew his master was staring at him from behind, the way that he could feel his cock swaying in a way that he couldn't with his jeans on: all of it added up to a painfully hard erection, and one that he wanted to touch more than he wanted to admit.
Nobody stopped them, though. That was the weird thing. Nobody stopped him, and nobody told him to put his clothes back on. But good God they stared at him.
Finally, Draconicon pulled on his tail, nodding towards a shop. Havok was grateful enough to get out of the stream of people that he didn't even care what sort of shop it was, so long as they were out of the crowd. He turned to his right, stepped inside -
"Oh, fuck..."
And his blush got a hundred times worse as he realized that they'd just stepped into a sex toy shop. Tastefully done, of course, with lingerie in the front and all the toys in the back, but still undeniably a sex shop.
"You can't be serious about this."
"Well, you were the one saying your toys didn't compare to me anymore," the other dragon said as he stepped in. "I thought you might like to try out a few new ones. See if you like the horses or the wolves more."
"Drac, I swear to god..."
"Havok?"
"Mmm?"
"Strip."
"...Are you fucking -"
"Do it, Slave."
That damn tingle. He stood there, panting, gasping for breath, his cock right on the verge of orgasm as it pressed against the front of his briefs. The white dragon whimpered, his hands clenched into fists as he fought against the command. His hands trembled, twitched...and then his body gave in.
"Nnngh...oh god...oh god..."
His cheeks could not get redder, he swore. His shirt went over his head, and his briefs hit the floor scarcely a second later. The cool mall air conditioning on his ass didn't help; if anything, it only reminded him of how exposed he was.
"Why are you doing this? Why?"
"Oh, you know. See if we can get rid of that embarrassment problem of yours. Maybe chip away at that modesty."
"Modesty?! There's a difference between being modest and being...a pervert..."
They were staring at him, he realized. Everyone in the shop was looking back at him, looking down at his cock, at his dirty, bare feet, at his ass. He didn't have enough hands to cover everything, and he swore his master was doing something to keep him from running away.
"D-Drac...come on..."
"Well? Do you really want to stop? I mean, your cock is dripping now."
It was, but that was not...but he wasn't...
Oh god, he was enjoying this more than he should. So much more than he should. But this was going to get him in trouble. He turned -
"Stop. Do it, Slave."
It was that statement, that sudden, weird statement, that put it all together for him. Havok's eyes went wide as he came to a sudden stop, one leg off the ground behind him in mid-step, about to run off. His cock throbbed, dripped, oozed in front of him, dripping onto his toes.
"You...you hypnotized me."
"Took you long enough to figure that out, heh,"
"Nnngh...you...oh god..."
"Now, stand in the window. Do it, Slave."
Havok couldn't help but obey, his body moving without his consent. His cheeks were on fire, his cock throbbed harder than ever, and his balls felt like they were about to burst. His tail went up, even without being told, and his toes curled against the plinth on the shop side of the window.
There was so little room that the head of his cock pressed against the glass, his pre-cum forming a frictionless surface between his shaft and the window. Every time it twitched, it turned the motion into more of a grind, teasing his cock constantly as it bounced against the window. He was oozing enough pre that each impact of his dick against the slick surface ended with a slight splash of pre.
Worst of all, the people outside were watching. They'd look at him, look away, then do a double-take, turning to stare at him in the window. They went wide-eyed, moving up to look at him through the glass. Some men and women went far enough to lean forward, their hands on either side of the glass near his cockhead, looking almost like they were going to suck him off if there hadn't been glass there.
Havok swore that it could get no worse, that his master - damn that dragon, putting that phrase in his head - could not make him any more embarrassed.
He was wrong.
"Lean forward. Do it, Slave."
The white dragon did, his hands pressed against the window as he felt his master slide in behind him. His mouth dropped open in a soundless gasp as a hot, thick cock pressed against his ass from behind.
"Keep your tail up, and moan for the crowd. Do it, Slave."
"Ah-aaaaaaaaaah!"
He couldn't even hold back as the master's fat dick slowly started to slide inside of him, forcing him flush against the glass, his excitement on display for EVERYONE.
"Who's the pervert now, hmm?" Draconicon asked with a chuckle.
"M-me, sir."
"Then let's see just how big a pervert you are..."
The End