His Last Mistake
Written by TwistedSnakes
Commissioned by Doopnoop
Slave didn't know what rights were, nor did he know what dignity, equality, liberty, and freedom were. All he knew was that he was an entity to be owned, a labourer for work, and an object for entertainment.
Slave didn't know what a name was, nor did he have one of his own. All he knew was that if he was called--be it "boy", "slave", "thing", or otherwise--he was to answer immediately or there would be consequences.
Slave didn't know what a marketplace was, nor had he even been to one. All he knew were the four walls of a prison that was his home. The only people he saw were his captors, trainers, and tormentors. He watched nervously through the metal bars of his cramped cage, staring at people who stared back out of curiosity. Only tattered leather briefs hid his dignity, another concept alien to him.
The morning sun rose over cottages made of stone and wood, casting shadows over the cart as it made its way to the centre of town. Everything Slave saw was new to him, and anything new was usually bad. He was stuck in a metal cage, crammed full of slaves just like him. He was forced against the walls of the cage with his legs sticking out between the bars.
A rabbit had his back pressed against his, and a llama was forced to sit cross-legged beside him. Their wrists were bound together with cuffs, and a heavy metal chain linked them together. The llama's face was covered with dust stirred up by the cart's wheels, and Slave guessed that his face must've looked the same.
His sit bones were sore by the time the cart came to a halt. People crowded around the cart, eager to see what the slave trader had brought to town.
"Make way, make way!" the wolf snapped as he got off the cart.
The crowd parted around him as he made his way to the back. Taking out his jingling keys, he unlocked the rusty padlock to the metal cage. His partner, a burly rhino, opened the door of the cage and jerked on the chain.
The first slave yelped as his arms were jerked forward, causing him to stumble out of the cart. The lash of a whip on his back punished him for his involuntary outburst, and he stifled his second yelp.
The other slaves followed suit, obeying the order that the chains dictated for them. Five slaves were in front of Slave before it was his turn to get out of the cart. The llama followed behind him.
They were led up to a wooden platform. Pillories were positioned in intervals along the platform, each ready to restrain a slave. One by one, the slaves were unchained and forced into the pillories.
Slave shifted nervously from foot to foot. The conditions with the slave trader weren't great, but there were no promises that his new owner would take care of him either. "No mistakes!" he remembered his trainers screaming at him. Make no mistakes, and he'll be fine. He turned to the llama.
The llama nodded at him with a weary smile. His face looked like he aged twenty years during their few hours in the cart. Slave smiled back, feeling a little more reassured.
"Hey!"
Slave turned to see the rabbit slave dashing off the platform and into the crowd. His cuffs laid unlocked in front of the pillory that was meant for him. The rhino roared furiously and chased after him, leaving the wolf cursing and swearing on the platform. He came up to Slave with the keys to his cuffs.
Slave bit his lip. Did he dare? Out of the corner of his eye, he could make out some movement. The llama was shaking his head. Slave returned a pleading look, but the llama's face of concern weakened his resolve. He watched as his brief moment of freedom was snatched away as the board was lowered over his neck and wrists.
A click of the lock secured him in place. He'd only get out of the pillory if a new owner bought him, or when the slave trader packed up for the day. From the stories that the llama had told him in hushed whispers in the night, he knew that going back unsold meant being whipped and starved for weeks. Slave guessed that's how the llama got the scars and permanent welts on his back but he didn't ask about them.
The burly rhino came back, pushing brusquely through the crowd before climbing onto the platform. Under his arm was a brown ragged figure that Slave could barely recognise as the rabbit. A swelling over the rabbit's right eye kept it half-closed, and the purple bruises discoloured the skin beneath his fur.
The rhino grumbled as he forced the rabbit into the pillory, making sure that a corner of the boards pinched his skin. The rabbit gasped in pain, earning him a whip on the back.
"Try escaping and I'll make sure you never run again," the rhino threatened. "I doubt anyone will buy you with a face like that, so I'll have a lot of time to break you down." He chuckled.
The rabbit was too weak to respond, hanging limply in his restraints. Slave watched. A part deep inside him felt sorry for the rabbit. But years of training taught him that there was no space for pity in this world. Masters had no pity for slaves, and slaves were struggling to cope as is, much less feel pity for others.
People stared and watched the slaves as if they were goods in a shop window. Slave looked as a tiger dressed in a fine tunic came up to the platform. He started with the slave in the first row, giving him a thorough examination. The slave trader rushed over eagerly with a greedy smile on his face.
"Interested in this young slave? Smart choice, I can see you have good taste. He has muscles to carry your heavy goods to the market. Wash his face up, and he'll be a handsome hunk for you to show off to your guests. What do you say, eh?"
The tiger waved him off and continued his examination.
"His fur is yellowing and coming off in patches," he commented. "I'm not looking to bring any disease into my household."
"Ah, sorry sir, sorry," the wolf hastily bowed, grumbling beneath his breath. Standing up straight with a bright smile, he waved his hand towards the next slave. "Come, try the next one."
One by one, the tiger examined the slaves, judging their physical health, mental stability, and muscle strength. He gave the battered rabbit a look of disgust before moving onto the next slave.
He didn't give Slave a second glance before walking over to the llama.
"Wonderful choice! This slave is very experienced. See the whips on his back? He's been domesticated since young, and has served in many households before coming into our possession."
"Hmm," the tiger pondered for a moment. "How much?"
"Two silvers, fifty coppers, and he's yours."
"The welts don't look fresh. This is permanently damaged goods. I'll do two silvers."
"Two silvers and twenty and you've got yourself a deal."
"Two-ten."
"You drive a hard bargain. Two fifteen, I'll go no lower."
The tiger nodded. "Sure."
The slave trader collected the money greedily before nodding at the rhino. Taking the keys from the wolf, the rhino unlocked the pillory. The llama experienced a brief moment of freedom before ropes around his wrist took it away. The other end of the rope was handed to the tiger, who pulled him away.
Slave watched as he saw the last of those scars and welts disappear into the crowd. Feeling lonelier than ever, he watched as other potential buyers examined the other slaves. Nobody paid any attention to him.
The sun rose overhead, bearing heavily down upon the slaves. The slave trader and his partner sat in the shade of a canvas shelter off the side of the platform, having their lunch of wrapped rice and dried dates.
More buyers came and left, and one by one the other slaves disappeared until only Slave and the rabbit were left. The crowd had dissipated, leaving only a few people milling about in the town square as they finished up their chores for the day.
"You better hope someone takes you off my hands, or there will be consequences," the wolf taunted with a grin.
Slave whimpered and shifted his feet. Maybe he'd get scars and welts of his own, just like the llama. He stared at the cobblestone on the ground, tracing his eyes over the gaps as if they were the walls of a maze and he was trying to escape.
"Oh, The Wise Sorcerer!" the wolf scrambled to his feet, falling prostrate before a dragon that had just stepped up to the platform. "What brings you to my humble shop?"
"To your feet, you snivelling sycophant," the dragon scoffed, walking past the wolf to look at the slaves.
The wolf got up with a frown on his face. He rolled his eyes before forcing his lips into a fake smile.
"Oh great one, are you here to replace your previous slave? My utmost condolences for the accident. I'm afraid there's only two slaves left for you. Perhaps if you came in the morning, I can let you have the first pick. I have the best slaves in town. Strong, muscular ones who can--"
"Quiet and let me focus," the dragon snapped.
Slave watched the dragon through the corner of his eye. The dragon's robes must've been made of an otherworldly material, shimmering beneath the glow of the setting sun. Its black material contrasted his bright red scales.
The top of the robes consisted of a sleeveless shirt, showing off the curves of his sculpted arms and chest. His pants were form-fitting, and a rope belt held a wide strip of cloth between his legs. He strode across the platform with an air of elegance. If not for the wolf's excessive pleasantries, Slave would have assumed the dragon was royalty.
The dragon examined the rabbit with a faraway look, before blinking and snapping out of his trance.
"This will not do," he muttered.
"Are you sure? He doesn't usually look like this," the wolf said. "A lout picked a fight with him, roughing him up before we could rescue him. Poor rabbit didn't even raise a finger to defend himself, bless his soul. Just wash him up, good as new!"
The dragon ignored him, standing in front of Slave. Slave craned his neck to look at the dragon. His eyes seemed to glow dark and Slave could've sworn there were entire universes swimming in his eyes. They disappeared as the dragon blinked, replaced with an expression of intrigue.
"Your mana reserves. Have you been trained in magic?"
"N-no, sir," Slave hastily answered. His voice was crackly; he hadn't had water to drink since dawn.
"Impressive," the dragon considered him with furrowed brows.
"He is scrawny, yes, but he has potential. Make him carry your load of herblore supplies every day, and he'll be muscular in no time at all! I've seen slaves like him--"
The dragon swiped his arm to the side, and the wolf suddenly found his jaw clamped shut by invisible hands. He felt for his jaw, surprised to find only smooth skin where his mouth used to be.
"Ngrr!" he whimpered through his throat.
"I will not repeat myself," the dragon sneered.
Looking Slave up and down once more, he made his decision.
"I will take this slave for ten gold pieces. I take it the price is more than fair for you?"
The wolf would normally have bargained for more, but he feared the wizard's wrath. He nodded, collected the money, and unlocked Slave's pillory. The dragon took out a glowing blue leash from his pocket and clasped its end around Slave's neck.
"The hex will restore your maw in an hour's time. Don't try to cut it open, it'll get messy," the dragon warned sternly.
The wolf nodded meekly with his tail between his legs and the rhino scoffed. Ignoring the pair, the sorcerer led Slave off the platform. They went down the winding streets in silence. Slave watched the dragon in front of him. His mesmerising robes had two slits in the back for his half-open wings. A flap at the top of his pants allowed his tail to sway behind him.
Slave had many questions. What was the dragon like? Was he a nice or cruel master? What kind of house did he live in? What kind of tasks would he be assigned? But unwarranted questions would be met with punishment, and so he kept quiet.
The dragon brought him out of town and into the vast countryside. Instead of following the roads, however, the dragon led him into a grass field. Opening his mouth, the dragon breathed flames into the air. Sparkling tongues of fire shot into the sky, coming down to engulf them in a swirling storm. Slave panicked, barely managing to stifle his yelp.
The fire dissipated. The town and the field had disappeared, and they were in the clearing of a quiet forest. A path led through the shrubs to the doorstep of a small, thatched cottage only one storey high. For a powerful wizard, the dragon had a modest abode.
Or so Slave thought.
The door opened as they approached the house. As Slave stepped through the doorway, he was greeted by a large stone hall that was many times bigger than the size of the cottage. A flight of stairs led to walkways on the second and third floors, each with corridors leading down to other parts of the house. The dragon lived in a castle, tucked away in the facade of the quaint cottage.
The door closed behind them and the sorcerer turned around to face Slave. He took the leash off Slave and tucked it into the pocket of his robes. Holding his hand up, he pressed his palm against Slave's exposed chest, and a burning sensation seared through the kobold's body. Slave closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He was not to protest, not to defend himself, and not to question. Slaves only obeyed.
The pain faded away once the dragon took his hand off Slave's chest, leaving behind a fresh scar. The scar took the form of a draconic figure on the left side of his chest, infused with residual magic.
"Now that you are marked as mine, I would like to welcome you to my place of residence," the dragon waved his hand to the side as if presenting the rest of the castle. "I, too, am tired, so I will make this quick. As my slave, I will put only one rule in place: you will obey every command I give you without question. You may ask only to clarify, but anything else will not be tolerated. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"You have a strong mana potential, so I will tap on that. For now, I will milk your mana for my potions, but I think that one day you'll make a fine apprentice or even my successor. Do you understand?"
Slave didn't quite follow, but he nodded anyway. "Yes, Master."
"Your sleeping quarters on the first floor. Head down that corridor, and your room will be the sixth door on the left. I will be up in my chambers. Do not disturb me until I call for you tomorrow."
"Yes, Master."
Slave waited for the sorcerer to head up the stairs and disappear around a corridor before he made for his room. He gingerly opened the door to find a neatly made bed with clean sheets. An empty chest sat against the wall of the room for his belongings. He didn't have anything to his name, but he appreciated the intention.
A fresh set of brown robes and sandals were set nicely in the corner of the room. A collar made of pristine leather sat atop the clothes. Beside them was a jug of water and clean towels. Slave took off his briefs. Soaking the towel with water, he wiped the sweat and dust from his scales. Finally clean for the first time in weeks, he put on his new clothes and collar, and got into bed.
Instead of straw, the mattress was stuffed with feathers and wool. Far more comfortable than the stone-cold floors that he was used to sleeping on. As the soft cotton caressed him to sleep, his thoughts flickered to his new master. His new master seemed alright so far, but looks could be deceiving.
If it was any sign of what to expect, his master had shown more care for him today than the slave traders did throughout his training. The dragon had paid good money for him; now Slave needed to prove his worth.
A warmth filled Slave's body. He'll have a brief moment of rest tonight. Tomorrow onwards, the dragon would tap on his worth.
"So, you eez wanting ze sprig of Devil's Root and three vials of Smokedew?" a snake asked in a heavy accent.
"Yes, sir," Slave nodded.
"Zat vill be tventy kaels."
"I can do it for fifteen."
The snake scowled. "My prices are fair. Do not insult me."
"Sorry, sir," Slave bowed in embarrassment.
Fumbling the leather pouch, he hastily counted twenty pieces of bronze. Handing the hexagonal coins to the snake, he took the ingredients and put them into his canvas bag. He rushed through the market street, pushing through the crowd until he reached a street sign. Master was already waiting for him.
"You took your time, slave," the dragon furrowed his brow when he saw the kobold.
"Sorry, Master."
"Did you get the ingredients?"
"Yes, Master," Slave opened the bag and dug around. "I got the Devil's root, and three bottles of Smokedew."
"And the Revival Bloom?"
"Huh?"
"Revival Bloom. Golden flower with a pearly middle. Did Vairos not have them in stock?"
"Oh, erm..."
"Did you forget the most important ingredient for the potion?"
"S-sorry Master..."
"I'll get it myself," the dragon sneered. "In the meantime, you need to be punished."
A silver chain materialised in his hand, hooked around Slave's collar. He strode down the dusty path, pulling the kobold behind him. People turned to look before going back to browsing the shops.
They came to a square in the middle of town where bigger stalls were set up. Boisterous shopkeepers touted their colourful wares, eager to catch the attention of passersby. In the middle of the square, however, was an empty space where a set of wooden stocks stood. The dragon approached it with purposeful steps.
"Strip," he commanded when they were at the stocks.
Slave almost hesitated, but he quickly took his clothes off. People gathered around to look, curious to see if yet another pickpocket or shoplifter was to be publicly punished.
"Get in."
The kobold gingerly put his neck and wrists onto the semicircular holes in the wood. The dragon closed the other half of the stocks around him. His ankles were secured to a second set of boards on the ground.
"Feeling nervous?" the dragon scoffed.
"Y-yes, Master."
"Good."
The dragon went around and prodded his scaly claw against the kobold's tight tailhole, pushing his finger in.
"Mffngg..." Slave whimpered.
"You'll get used to it. I'll release you after I get my herbs."
"But--" the kobold started, but the dragon's angry look stopped him before he could protest.
The dragon strode away, leaving Slave to ponder on the meaning of Master's words. He didn't need long, for there was the sound of footsteps behind him. A warm, firm feeling of someone's member slipped between his butt cheeks and nudged against his tailhole.
"P-please, sir, have mercy," he whimpered.
The unknown stranger paid him no heed. The phallus pushed into his rear entrance and spread his insides open. Slave howled in pain as his virgin hole was used against his will. He strained against his restraints, trying in vain to escape the rod that was thrust deep into him.
"Heh, we've got a feisty one. He's tight, too," a gruff voice said.
"I'll see if his mouth is any good."
Slave was greeted with someone's crotch in his face. He craned his neck upwards to see a goat grinning at him. Turning his head away, he avoided the shaft that the goat was pulling out of his pants.
A strong paw grabbed the top of his head, forcing him to face the front. Another hand pushed between his teeth, prying his jaw open. Slave whimpered as the person behind him thrust with exceptional force, nudging the hefty member's tip against Slave's sensitive prostate.
"I better not feel your teeth or I'll knock them right out, got it?"
Slave nodded reluctantly. The goat shoved his member into his mouth before the kobold could ready himself. His tongue was pinned beneath the girth of the shaft. He choked as its tip triggered his gag reflex, but the fingers in his maw held his mouth wide open.
He endured the agony and humiliation as both his ends were reduced to mere fuckholes. How long were they going to take? It felt like a long time before his assailants got close to finishing. People watched as the goat roared, pumping the kobold's maw full of cum. A few seconds later, Slave's rump was also filled with warm, sticky fluids.
The goat pulled his cock out and clamped Slave's mouth shut with his hands.
"Let's not waste a single drop, shall we?"
He tilted the kobold's head upwards, putting him in an uncomfortable position. There was no stopping it as the goat's seed streamed to the back of his mouth. Slave clenched his throat.
"C'mon, I don't have all day. Swallow."
The kobold gulped it down reluctantly, feeling a warm and dirty flowing down his gullet. The goat seemed satisfied as he dragged his cock across Slave's face, wiping off the residual cum. He pulled his pants up and walked away, unfazed by the crowd that had come to watch.
The person behind him wasn't done with him yet. Slave felt a rough rope wind around the top of his balls.
"Hnfft!" he yelped in pain as it was pulled tight and knotted.
A weight was tied to the other end of the rope and left hanging. Gravity tugged his nuts downward, creating a constant and painful strain.
"Heh, let me give you a tip for your service," the voice behind him said.
There was the sound of metal clinking as the rope was lightly jerked. The person had thrown a few coins into the bucket that was tied around his manhood.
"I'm up next," another voice said.
"I'll take his front."
Slave shifted his feet, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could.
Hopefully Master wouldn't take too long to buy his herbs.
The setting sun cast an orange glow over the town. The afternoon crowd had long left, leaving Slave standing in his agonising pose. His head was hung down in the stocks and his jaw was tired from overuse. Residual cum dripped from his gaping tailhole and into the bucket that was tied to his balls.
"Ah, there you are."
Slave looked up at the sound of the familiar voice. "Master!"
"I met Narsorth along the way and he invited me to drop by for tea," the dragon said cheerily. "Looks like you've been productive with your punishment. Let's see, seventeen kaels and a lot of rocks."
Slave whimpered, his scrotum sore from the weight. Master waved his hand. The stocks released him and the rope around his balls untied itself.
"Thank you, Master."
"Put on your clothes and let's go home. You've wasted enough of my time today."
His clothes had been tossed to the side. His abusers had earlier cleaned themselves off with it and it was now soaked with their fluids. Trying to hide his disgust, he put the dirty clothes on before chasing after Master. The dragon was already halfway down a connecting street and the kobold had to run to catch up.
Slave didn't like the punishment, but then again punishments weren't meant to be pleasant. After all, he did make a mistake and he had to be disciplined. But if the dragon's methods were as sadistic as this, he dreaded finding out what else the dragon was capable of.
He made a mental note to himself: he would make no more mistakes. This would be the last time.
Cleaning the castle quickly turned into a mundane chore. Slave had to replace the burnt-out torches, clean the dirty statues in the halls, polish the grimy suits of armour in the corridor, and sweep the dusty floor. He wasn't sure if Master had even set foot into the rest of the castle in the three weeks he was here.
The dragon's alchemical laboratory, however, was a different story. It was located at the top of the highest tower of the castle, up a circular flight of stairs and behind a door sealed by protection spells. The first week he was here, he barely caught a glimpse of the inside. Only when he brought the dragon's meals to him could he see just a little bit of the magical wonders that went on inside, and smell the heavenly scents wafting from within.
Slave could barely contain his excitement when Master finally trusted him enough to let him clean up the laboratory. Enchanted artefacts and bewitched curios covered every surface of the wooden tables and shelves that lined the room's stone walls. A draconic skull with four horns sat on a table with a mysterious glow coming from within. Wind chimes hung in front of the open window, singing an eerie tune as if it were alive. A set of spare robes hung from the antler-like hooks of an oddly-shaped metal coat rack.
Each time he was allowed in, there would be new trinkets to look at. Master had forbidden Slave from touching anything, but it didn't stop the curious kobold from peering at them as they glowed, shuddered, hummed, and danced.
Today, however, he was distracted as he organised a shelf of thick leather-bound spellbooks. A moan barely escaped his lips before he stopped himself. Any time now...
"Slave. It's time for your weekly mana extraction."
The kobold hastily shove the half-sorted books back onto the shelf and scampered to the other side of the laboratory. The dragon was tweaking the knobs to a brewing apparatus made of connected flasks and coloured liquids.
Slave eagerly removed his clothes and folded them in the corner before standing at attention behind the dragon. His member sported an intricately-designed chastity cage. Steel ribs curved around his pink shaft, held together by a central metal rod. Runic symbols were inscribed on the bars of the device, pulsing with blue ethereal energy.
Master had caged his member the day before, securing it with sealing spells. Its enchantments had kept him perpetually aroused throughout the day and during his sleep. Yet the very same enchantments had stopped him from climaxing, no matter how much he stroked his throbbing cock through the bars of the cage. All the denial made for a very potent concoction of mana.
"Get on," Master nodded to a heavy chair beside him.
Slave complied eagerly. Leather straps on the chair's armrests and legs came to life and encircled the kobold's wrists and ankles. Another strap secured his waist to the back of the chair.
"Ready?"
The kobold nodded.
"When I release the chastity enchantments, I want you to hold it in. No cumming until I say so."
"Yes, Master."
The dragon waved his hand and uttered incantations in a sharp hiss. As he did so, Slave was filled with a strong urge to shoot his load. Wincing, he clenched his pelvic muscles and resisted the impulses.
"Mngfrr..." he groaned.
Master grabbed the chastity device in his hand and held it firmly. A pulsating vibration spread through Slave's cock, accompanied by a warm, stimulating massage. The kobold's libido surged within him and he struggled to keep it down.
"Just a little longer. You've done this before."
Beads of sweat flowed down Slave's forehead and he shifted his hips uncomfortably. One day of magic-induced arousal was taking its toll on him. Letting go of Slave's dick, Master picked up a metal canister covered with glowing symbols.
"It's almost done."
But the kobold could hold it in no longer. With a loud gasp, he shot his warm seed across the stone floor of the laboratory. His vision swam as he caught his breath. When his senses returned, he found himself face to face with the furious dragon.
"You wasted it! Wasted it all!" the dragon yelled.
"Sorry, Master," Slave apologized. "We can make another batch tomorrow..."
"Elixir of Vitalis Restoration. I needed half a vial of mana extract, infused on the tenth day at the solar zenith! It's too late to make another batch!"
The dragon stomped over to the brewing apparatus and swiped everything onto the ground. Glass shattered on the stone floor, bathed in the bubbling liquid that it was holding. Slave set awkwardly in his chair, unsure of what to say.
The dragon stormed out of the room, leaving the kobold restrained. When he came back, he held metal objects in his hands. One looked like the helmet of a suit of armour, except it was angular in form and had no eyeholes. The other was a small chastity device.
The restraints undid themselves, releasing the kobold. He gingerly got out of the chair, eyeing the helmet suspiciously.
"Come here."
Slave complied. The dragon lifted one half of the helmet, revealing blunt spikes lining its inside. The kobold shivered, closing his eyes as the dragon put it over his head. The sounds of the outside world went silent, replaced with the sound of metal latches. He could feel the spikes press into his skin from all sides.
When the sounds went away, he opened his eyes and was greeted with darkness. Master lifted his tunic and pulled his pants down. Tension gripped his cock and balls as Master put the other device around his privates. The metal tugged his nuts downwards, and the cage pressed even more spikes against his member.
"It's done," Master's voice sounded tinny as it reverberated through the metal. "You will wear this for the rest of tomorrow to reflect on your mistake. And if you don't learn to tame the libido of yours..." Master grabbed the completely-encased cock and cast a spell, stirring Slave's arousal once again.
The kobold's knees buckled beneath him as the spikes pressed painfully against his erect shaft. As his head turned down, the helmet's spikes pushed against the back of his head.
"Hfft!" he whimpered softly.
"Your chores will not change, and I expect the same standards of service. Perhaps then, you'll learn to use that noggin of yours," he tapped the side of the kobold's helmet.
"Y-yes Master."
Silence fell upon the laboratory and Slave shivered uncomfortably.
"You understand why my punishments are so harsh?"
"Yes, Master, I mean, no, Master."
The dragon's voice was soft but stern.
"When you deal with forces outside of the mortal realm, one mistake can lead to devastating consequences. You could lose your life." His voice turned cold, "If you're lucky."
Gripped by a chilling fear, Slave found himself unable to speak. He nodded his head in acknowledgement, pressing the spikes into his head with his movement. Was that what happened to Master's previous slave?
He didn't want to think about it. Sleep that night didn't come easy. The helmet made it painful to lie in bed, and trying to adjust it was agonising. Nightmares about messing up potions and spells made him toss and turn in his sleep, only to be woken up by the spikes in his face.
Master wasn't as nice as Slave had initially thought, but it was also due to his own blunders that the dragon had to punish him. The dragon was still nicer than the sadistic slave traders who would beat him up for no reason. Master, after all, knew the dangers of magic and was only trying to protect him, right?
He wouldn't know for sure. Slave would just have to be more careful from now onwards. He would make no more mistakes. This would be the last time.
Feeling with his fingers, Slave positioned the plates on the tray so that the weight was balanced when he lifted it. Taking small, slow steps, he made his way towards the alchemical laboratory. What should've been a simple trip was hard without his sense of vision. Bumping into walls poked spikes into his face, causing him to almost drop the tray a number of times. He also got lost on several occasions, misjudging the distance he had walked and going down the wrong corridor.
Slave heaved a sigh of relief when he finally reached the stairs to the tower. Once he was at the top, he knocked on the wooden door. There was the sound of clinking glass, moving latches, and squeaking hinges.
"Your lunch, Master."
The dragon took the tray from him.
"The food's cold," he growled.
"S-sorry, Master. I couldn't find my way over..."
He trailed off and stood there awkwardly. Master contemplated for a moment before putting the tray down on the table.
"I'll let you off early, but promise you'll not make another mistake."
Slave didn't know if he could promise that, but he couldn't say no to Master either. Careful not to nod, he agreed.
"Yes, Master."
"Hold still."
The dragon unlatched the helmet, revealing the face of a kobold covered with red spots where the spikes had pressed against his skin.
"The cage stays on."
"Thank you, Master," Slave nodded gratefully.
Master glared at him. "Don't take my kindness for granted."
"Sorry Master! The vial just glowed brightly and..."
Broken glass on the ground surrounded the evaporating blue potion. The dragon turned around to survey the scene.
"You useless imbecile!" he bellowed. "Get out!"
The kobold scrambled out of the alchemical laboratory and waited outside. There was the sound of clinking glass and shifting furniture, accompanied by the sorcerer's incessant cursing. A few minutes passed before the dragon emerged from the laboratory.
"The fumes are corrosive. I saved most of the books, but..." the dragon heaved a heavy sigh. "I lost Devicto Mortis."
"I'm sorry, Master. I can go to the market tomorrow and find another copy."
"There is no other copy."
"I'm..."
"You're worthless, that's what you are," the dragon sneered.
A chain leash materialised in his hand, connected to Slave's collar. With a forceful jerk, he dragged the kobold down the stairs.
"P-please, Master. Where are you taking me?"
"I'm returning you to the slave trader and getting a replacement."
"N-no!"
"Shut up or I'll make sure you never say another word again."
Turning the corridor, the dragon led Slave to the front door of the castle.
"I'll take any punishment! Just don't return me to the slave trader, please Master!"
The dragon stopped to look at him.
"Please..." Slave whimpered. "They'll beat me up if I go back..."
The dragon massaged his temples with his fingers. His claws were brown from acid corrosion, and keratin layers were peeling off from them.
"One last punishment, you got it?" Master sighed. "After that, you're gone."
The leash disappeared.
"Yes, Master. Thank you."
"Go stand against the wall and wait for me."
The kobold scrambled to where Master pointed at. The dragon disappeared down a corridor for a few minutes, leaving Slave to wait.
The dragon came back with two square planks of wood, each an arm's length wide. He sat one down on the floor and Slave looked at it. On top of the heavy plank was a short metal rod and a pair of cuffs.
"Take off your pants and get on."
Slave gave the dragon a look of confusion.
"Go on, squat on it."
The kobold gulped. He wasn't sure if his tailhole could take the girth of the rod. But the fear of being returned to the slave traders was worse. He had seen what they did to "defective" slaves: they'd break their kneecaps before sending them to beg for money on the streets.
"If you can't fetch us money as a slave, then you'll fetch us money as a beggar," the wolf had said.
Slave took off his pants and slowly lowered himself over the rod, feeling its cold shaft spread his insides open. A shiver went down his spine. Even a warm, wet dick would be better than this.
"Lower."
"It...hurts..." tears formed in his eyes.
"Do you want to go back to the traders?"
"N-no, Master."
Running out of patience, the dragon grabbed Slave's hands and pulled them behind him. He pulled the kobold's wrists downwards, forcing the rod deeper into the whining kobold. The cuffs were snapped around the kobold's wrists, making sure he couldn't get back up.
"Now look up at me."
The kobold complied. Master was holding the other wooden square with a similar metal rod mounted on its middle.
"Open your mouth."
Slave complied, allowing Master to thrust the rod into his mouth. Its girth forced his maw open as it slid in.
Not the throat!
His gag reflex kicked in, and his lungs struggled to expel the foreign object. The dragon, however, only pushed it deeper in. The kobold had to turn his head to the ceiling so his gullet could accommodate the length of the rod. The dragon only stopped once the weight of the plank was resting on Slave's lips. The kobold's eyes were tearing up and he found it difficult to breathe.
"Mngghtt!" he whimpered.
"If you can't be useful as a slave, perhaps you'd find yourself useful as a piece of furniture."
With a wave of his hand, the dragon conjured an ornamental vase out of thin air. Slave's maw was greeted with the additional weight of the vase as the dragon put it on the kobold-turned-table.
"Break the vase and you'll be going back to the traders, understood?"
"Ufft..."
The dragon walked away, leaving Slave sandwiched between the two planks. Out of the corner of his eye, the kobold could barely make out the sunlight streaming in through the windows of the castle.
Within minutes, he felt the urge to move his tense muscles. He fought the feeling, trying to be as still as the statues that lined the corridors. But he couldn't hold it back forever, and his muscles shuddered. The temporary physical relief was met with gripping panic as the vase tipped to the side.
Slave froze, feeling the vase slowly stabilise on the plank. He gulped, causing his throat to tighten around the rod with an odd sensation. Tears were flowing down his eyes. He didn't want to go back to the slave traders. He didn't want to be made a crippled beggar.
The hours seemed to inch along slowly, just like the strip of sunlight crawling across the stone floor. The light gradually turned orange and narrow, before eventually disappearing. Without Slave to light the torches in the castle, the hall was pitch-black and cold.
Sleepiness began to creep over him, and he struggled to stay awake. If he dozed off, it would be all over for him. He needed to hold on. He thought of the llama. Where was he now? Hopefully his new master was treating him well.
How about the rabbit? He probably didn't get sold that day, but the slave traders had probably set up another sale by now. Maybe this time he escaped being beaten up and a new master acquired him.
There were all the other slaves too...
"Wake up, brainless kobold."
Slave woke up with a jerk. The cuffs on his wrists made sure he couldn't get up. He looked around to see the fallen plank. Broken porcelain sat at the dragon's feet, reflecting the afternoon sun.
"Master! I'm sorry I--"
The cuffs came undone with a snap of the dragon's fingers.
"Get up. I need you for a spell."
"Y-yes, Master."
The kobold hastily put his pants back on. He could tend to his sore tailhole later. The dragon brought him up to the alchemical laboratory. The furniture in the room had been shifted aside to make space in the middle where a draconic skull set. On the floor around it, an intricate pattern of inscriptions and concentric circles were painted with red ink. The dragon's right hand was wrapped in a blood-stained bandage.
"I'm casting a spell of Soul Resurrection. Your mana reserves will be required. When I say the words 'Gates of hades, I open thee', you will say 'hell hath no power in this place'. That's all. Is that understood?"
Slave nodded.
"Listen, there's no room for mistakes here. You need to focus and say the right words at the right time," the dragon gripped the sides of the kobold's shoulders and shook him. "So what must you say?"
"H-hell hath no p-power in this place, " the kobold stuttered, unnerved by the sorcerer's sense of urgency.
"Good. Now take your place on the opposite side."
The dragon stood on one side of the circle facing the skull, and Slave took the other side.
"Ready?"
Slave nodded.
"Let's begin. Agonthos servalia onophori," the sorcerer began chanting in a strange, archaic language.
The kobold shivered. He could've sworn the skull had twitched, but he wasn't too sure.
"Sonorox porinth varuxum."
The inscriptions on the ground lit up with a crimson aura. The skull's eyes glowed as it floated off the ground, lifted by unseen forces.
"Jiariot incensoth krovinia senfori vintos."
The skull was floating in the air, face to face with the dragon. Its hollow eyes stared at him with an otherworldly fury.
"Gates of hades!" the dragon bellowed. "I open thee!"
The skull opened its jaw and let out a blood-chilling screech. The circles on the ground turned into a huge portal, and skeletal arms reached out through it. The dragon looked to Slave for his incantations, but the kobold was too mesmerised, too spellbound to notice.
The arms reached out to grab the two spellcasters. A bony hand pulled Slave's ankle and the kobold fell to the ground. It began dragging him towards the portal with alarming speed.
"Make it stop!" he screamed in fear.
The dragon was furious.
"Defendos!" he yelled.
A golden dome appeared around the portal, and the hand around Slave's ankle was severed by the shield. The skull roared with a fiery rage while the skeletal arms clawed at the smooth dome, fighting to get out. The dragon struggled to keep the shield intact but it was cracking from the force of the demonic entities. There was not much time.
"Incendiary!"
A huge explosion occurred within the dome, consuming the demonic skull along with the writhing skeletons. Sounds of infernal screams filled the room as the portal began to close. The dome shattered with a deafening sound, and a bright light blinded the room.
This is it.
I'm going to die here.
A ringing sound filled Slave's ears, refusing to quiet down. His eyes were blinded from the blazing light. But the screaming had stopped.
Was it safe?
He blinked, waiting for his vision to return. He could just about make out the sorcerer on the other side of the room. The dragon's robes were torn as if by claws, revealing three deep gashes across his chest. Blood poured profusely out of the wounds, forming a crimson pool on the floor.
The kobold, on the other hand, was unscathed. The dragon growled. Wincing, he picked up his magic wand and pointed it to his chest. The wound closed up and his skin mended itself, leaving no trace of the wound.
Slave had almost killed Master.
"I-I'm sorry Master!" the kobold apologised.
"No. Enough 'sorry's. I spent good money on you, and this is how you repay me?"
"Y-you can send me back to the slave traders. You'll never see me again."
"And be compensated a fraction of the price? Wasteful! It won't cover how much I spent on you, much less everything I've lost because of you!"
"I'll...I'll make it up to you" the kobold knelt on the ground, begging.
"How?"
"I can supply you with mana extract, and when I get better at magic I can be your assistant."
"Hmm..." the dragon pondered. "You're hopeless as a sorcerer, but as a mana tap..."
"Please, Master!"
"Very well, if that's what you want. Take off your clothes."
"Yes Master, thank you!" Slave complied.
The dragon smirked. With the wave of his hand, a large silver block on a nearby table turned into liquid. He manipulated it into a stream of runny metal, sending it swirling around the kobold's naked body.
"Wait, what's th--mfft!" the kobold was interrupted as the stream of metal coiled around his mouth and squeezed it shut.
His eyes widened in fear. The sadistic smile of Master was the last thing he saw before the liquid engulfed his head, plunging him into darkness. The metal acted like a stretchy sheet, tightening around his body as it formed an inescapable blanket.
"Nfhft!" Slave struggled.
His arms were pinned to his sides, and his legs were bound together. Only his cock was left exposed. Magic lifted the kobold off the ground as he squirmed about like a worm.
Slave could feel the dragon manipulating the metal around him as it tightened around his chest. The liquid forced him to bend backwards so that his ankles were slowly pressed against his back.
What was Master doing to him? Whatever it was, it felt more sinister than his usual punishments. Something about it felt more malicious. More long-lasting.
The metal squeezed around him tighter still, compacting him into a smaller space. The dragon was shaping the metal into the shape of a small cube no wider than his shoulders. A hole formed on the bottom of the cube, exposing the kobold's open maw within. His cock stuck out on one side of the cube: the only exposed skin that he was allowed for now.
"Since your only use is to provide me with mana extract, it would be a waste to have you take up more space than required. As a cube, you'll take up much less space."
"Nghg!" With his jaw locked in place in the hardening metal, Slave could only let out a soft whimper.
"I'll put your milking cage on. Hold still," the dragon chuckled.
The kobold felt Master slide the device over his shivering shaft. As binding spells held it in place, he could feel the cage start to stir his libido.
"Rffhft!"
His dick strained against the bars of the chastity cage but the metal wouldn't yield. Inside his cuboid prison, Slave whined quietly. The cramped confines of the box inflicted a straining agony on him, aggravated by the embarrassing arousal he was feeling.
A piercing sensation gripped his dick. The dragon had taken the spiked chastity cage and closed it around the kobold's already-caged cock. The spikes slid between the gaps of the milking cage, digging into his sensitive flesh.
Slave would have howled in anguish if he could. Master pushed the cage into the liquid metal, melding it together so the kobold's prison was a solid block of steel. He had been reduced to a cube with a metal-encased penis sticking out of its side like a tap.
"Perfect."
The dragon willed the metal to solidify, encasing the kobold within. Even with his best efforts, Slave found himself unable to move even an inch. The dragon guided the floating block of metal over to a table where a dildo stood upright. He carefully lowered the kobold-turned-inanimate-object down, making sure that the phallus slid into the hole.
Inside his cube, Slave's gullet was forced open. This time, there was no space to struggle, no chance for respite. His entire body weight thrust his throat over the dildo. The dragon adjusted the cube, making sure that the dildo secured the box to the table. Slave whimpered helplessly. His eyes were watering from the agony and distress he was feeling.
Please...Master...have mercy...
He could feel the dragon tap on his box. A warmth filled his dick, stimulating him with a steady vibration. His shaft strained against the cage, pushing against the metal. Despite his pain, the dragon further teased his erection, forcing the kobold's dick to fill a space too small for it.
Pain and pleasure flooded his mind relentlessly. His body was sweaty and his cock was throbbing. He could feel the adrenaline rush accompany his rising arousal. His instincts fought the enclosing metal as he tried to thrust his hips. Just a bit more and...
Slave climaxed, shooting his generous load through the slit of the spiked cage. The dragon collected the white liquid in a vial and swirled it around.
"Very rich mana indeed," the dragon smiled. "You'll slowly repay everything you've cost me. I'll make sure of it."
A moment of silence hung in the air before the dragon spoke again.
"You know, my previous slave was like you. He was impossible to teach with that arrogant attitude of his, so I found him a more useful role as a piece of furniture."
Wait, didn't the slave trader say the previous slave was killed in an accident?
"Pity, he was such a handsome deer too."
Deer? Hadn't he seen something like that before...?
Without warning, a tube in the dildo pumped a flavourful liquid into Slave's mouth and down his throat.
"I know you've had nothing to eat all day, so here's your dinner."
The steady stream of liquid fed the kobold, slowly filling up his empty stomach until his hunger was satisfied. But the rest of him was far from comfortable; the permanence of his predicament began to set in, and regret filled his mind. He should've let Master send him back to the slave traders. He should've tried to run away when he got the chance. He should've been more careful. He shouldn't have made mistakes.
It was too late now.
"This spell will pump you for mana for the rest of your life. It'll milk your cock until every last drop of cum has been extracted from your balls. Then it'll milk you harder until you're ready to cum again. Let's see how much mana you produce by dawn."
Slave whimpered, feeling a warm sensation flow through his body. Invisible hands caressed his overstimulated cock, coaxing him to a second orgasm. The spikes pressed into his flesh as he felt his member attempt to grow.
"Ngghhrr!"
He would make no more mistakes. This would be the last time.
~ End ~