Earning Your Life
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Commissioned by LaFontaine
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Earning Your Life
For LaFontaine
By Draconicon
The crocodile guards on either side of him made it clear that there was no escape. Not that Korram expected there to be. They had not given him any openings during the previous transfers from prison to palace, and he had no expectations of getting anything of the sort this time around.
He looked down at himself, at the shackles that ran between his legs, at the chains that ran down from his horn to his hands, and then around either side of his bare crotch. The rhino had been shackled from head to toe, and they had no hesitation about tormenting him about it, either. One of the crocodiles reminded him of that very fact by reaching over and swinging one of the chains around, making it slap his cock from the side.
Korram grunted, of course, but it was the only reaction that he allowed himself. He didn't dare show more than that, not when they had orders from the king to put him down if he ever tried to fight back.
They seemed almost disappointed that he didn't. The rhino huffed and puffed to himself, forcing the anger, the annoyance, everything else down. Instead, he reached out and embraced what he spent all his time in the cell ignoring. He embraced his arousal.
It wasn't hard, considering that he was on a steady diet of aphrodisiacs and other stimulants. His cock was constantly begging for attention, his balls likewise, and with the appetites of the crocodile king, his ass was nearly as bad. He could feel all of them throbbing, clenching, twitching with hunger.
Soon, he thought. Soon.
They escorted him from the underground tunnel into the ground floor of the palace, pulling him up along steps that were slightly too narrow for him to ascend on his own. Korram grunted as the sunlight started to peer through at him once more, as the hot, wet air of the riverside palace slapped him like an abusive soldier.
By the time he had emerged from the tunnel, he was soaked to his skin, every inch of his gray flesh shining with sweat. The smell of sweat and musk and the heat of the day clung to everything around the palace, pushed that way from the water in the air and the heated days that the region suffered from.
As he walked, his cock swung from side to side, and the courtiers and the peasants and the petitioners of the crocodile's kingdom all turned to face him, their scales damp and oiled and shining like swords in the sun. They narrowed their eyes at him, and some few deigned to smirk at his misfortune.
He didn't blame them. He would have done the same in their position. His honor was cheapened with his situation.
The guards led him through wet marble halls, the floor damp and the walls being sloughed with rough cleaners, cleansing them of the start of mold that had started to grow on them. He walked past statues and crossed weapons, past old chiseled bits of art and other little bits and pieces that marked the history of the kingdom.
He walked, and walked, and walked, and by the time that he reached the throne room, Korram was ready to throw himself to his knees and beg for a rest. The heat was not kind to him, and it had tired him greatly.
As ever, the king of the crocodiles sat on his shaded throne, lounging with one leg forward and the other kicked over the arm of his seat. He smirked down at the rhino, shaking his head.
"Once more, my prisoner comes before me, and once more, I'm sure that he'll beg for his life."
"I beg for the chance to extend it another two days, your Majesty," he grunted under his breath. "I will do what is required of me."
"I'm sure you will. But what should I offer you this time? What task do I have that you could possibly fulfill that you haven't already done?"
To those that might have been listening for the first time, such a question might have sounded like a compliment, and they might have been confused at the jeering look that the king had for his prisoner.
For Korram, the question meant yet another depravity, another humiliation for him, for the king of the crocodiles was a horrible, perverse ruler. To win his life, Korram had to submit himself to the king's lusts every other day, and every other day, he was made to give service in a way that he would have done for no other man.
Already, he had given the king blowjobs, had given the king his ass, had done it in private and before witnesses. He had offered himself to others, lowering himself to allow street beggars to fuck him for the king's amusement. He had gone so far as to offer his mouth to a dog, and the king had jerked himself to the vision of the great warrior on his knees, satisfying an animal.
Every day, a new perversion came. It was as random as one could imagine, sometimes more perverse, sometimes less, but always something new. And today, it would be the same again.
"What may I offer the king to spare my life again?" he asked, bowing with rage barely hidden beneath the arousal that made his cock throb with life.
"Hmmm, a question, indeed. We have had you do so many things. But perhaps...yes, I believe I have something new. Slave. The thing. No, the other thing. The other thing on your left!"
Korram looked up as the slave in question picked up a large-ish shaft, something that was carved from the rubber-wood of the forests to the south. The wood tended to be springy, something that could be bent and return to shape, though more than bow-wood was ever able to do. It was unsuitable for that, but for this...
He saw that it was shaped like a penis on one end, and the same upon the other. The sight of a double-ended dildo in the king's hand assuaged some of his fears, but not all of them. He knew that there had to be a catch.
The king smiled as he stood up, approaching the kneeling prisoner. Korram knew better than to get to his feet; the first time that he tried that, he had been beaten down and then forced to take a fist up his ass. It wouldn't hurt to take something quite that size again, but it would be remarkably uncomfortable.
"I believe that we have a perfect occasion for something different for me, as well as for you, prisoner," the king said.
"As you will, so shall I obey," Korram said, barely keeping himself from gritting his teeth.
"I haven't had you penetrated by two men yet. Not in the same hole. I imagine that it would be quite a delight to have both those shafts belonging to me."
"...Sir?"
"A double-ended dildo. One end inside me...and one end inside you..."
Bowing as he was, he could look back between his legs to see what the king meant. It was not a pretty picture, either.
Seeing the crocodile's cock slowly rising from the slit in his scales, Korram felt the phantoms of memory, felt that cock already in his ass, thick as three of his fingers across and enduring beyond the common lot of mortals. The first time that he had been fucked by it, the rhino had taken nearly an hour to make it cum. His ass had been gaped, stretched, but even now, he knew he would feel it if it was thrust into him.
As he stared, the king shoved one end of the rubber-wood dildo into his slit, forcing it open, grunting at the way it opened him up, but the sight was all the more intimidating for it. Two dicks, one on top of the other, and both of them large enough to do more than a little bit of damage.
That will...
The rhino steeled himself, reminding himself of the cost. The king would put him to death today if he did not serve, if he did not get the monarch off. This would buy him two days, two more days in which he might be able to figure a way out. This was the tenth time that he had bargained for his life, but...
But it was death or indignity, and the choice was clear. He lowered his head further, lifting his ass and the stub of his tail.
"Then I will make myself available to you, your Majesty," he grunted.
"Heh, a proper prisoner, knowing what he needs. Tell the court what you need, Korram. Let them know what the mighty warrior craves."
"I crave your cock in my ass, your Majesty."
"And the other one?"
"I crave them both, sir," he muttered, his cheeks burning at the humiliation, the words coming out by rote if nothing else. "I crave to serve your desires, no matter how debased and perverse."
"Heh, perverse, huh? Just for that, I'll make it take even longer. Guards. The numbing cream!"
Great...
That meant that what would take an hour would probably take two. Or three, even, considering the stamina of the crocodile king. His ass was going to be a wreck, and doubtless it would be trained to be hungrier for even bigger things after this.
He felt the real head against his hole first, and then the fake one just under it. The slight shiver that came with that feeling was not feigned. If anything, he was hungrier for cock than he was showing...
But he could not admit that to the king.
"Ready, prisoner?" he grunted.
"...Ready, sir."
"Then take it...take it...deeeeeeep..."
The End