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Three weeks later...

Ahead of Tiberius was an open glade, foggy at the edges, the sun suspiciously gone despite the abundant light. He approached his quarry, a young blue dragoness, her scent delicate yet provocative, enticing him out into the open. She seemed to be aware of his presence despite the lack of sound as he padded towards her, her tail flicking up just briefly as a hint of what she wanted.

He felt a growing heat in his own loins as he circled behind her, the dragoness raising her hips high in a suggestive arch, baring her slit for him to see. It was blurred and undetailed as he approached, vaguely realising he had never seen one up close before. He stared at her genitals, unsure how to proceed, before the female gave an impatient growl.

A burst of panic started to roll up within him, what if he couldn't satisfy her? He began to mount from behind, blundering his foot onto hers and trying to line up his shaft with her own swollen lips, but despite his thrusting, he couldn't feel any warmth touching him back.

After a minute, he backed off, looking down at his dick with concern, only to find it was half its usual size! He touched at it, feeling it's full stiffness, as the dragoness in front of him gave a disappointed sigh, looking back at him with disdainful eyes.

"That dick of yours hasn't touched a dragon's slit before, has it?"

The words sounded oddly, uncomfortably familiar. He tried to pull himself up onto her again, trying to prove to her, to himself, that he could do it. Instead, her tail lashed around his neck and dragged him to the ground, her heated slit pressed towards his face.

"You've never even licked a dragon's pussy before? Hah!"

His own dick throbbed with need, barely questioning why her voice sounded so close to Master's as he stuck out his tongue, lapping over her flesh. He didn't even know what a female should taste like, instead, his mouth was filled with Master's distinct flavour. His Master's cum was drooling out of her vent, his scent clearly apparent in the air. The kobold had already claimed this dragoness, just as he had been claimed too.

Just as he had been claimed.

Tiberius awoke from his nap with a start, throwing off a layer of fur that had settled over his mouth, his drool notably soaked into the hide. He groaned as the memory of the female dragoness faded into a dreamy afterthought, the only real feeling left behind now that of his swollen cock, swaying as he humped at the air. He whined, flexing his hips furiously a few more times despite knowing he was still far from the edge.

When he was wild and free, he would have easily spilled his own seed at the thought of ravishing a female, mounting and breeding her through the night, yet somehow, it just didn't seem... enough, anymore.

As he stifled the involuntary motion of his hips, a mixture of shame and guilt washed over him. He was once a proud male, willing and ready to court a female should one fly across his territory, but ever since his capture Master had turned his arousal from a feeling of dominance into one of embarrassment.

At first, he had held back from climax as a show of pride, to show he wasn't submitting to the kobold's sexual humiliations. Now he held back out of fear for what his Master might say or do should he be discovered having spilt his seed on his own. Even in his dreams he was losing control, yet somehow, they left him more aroused than ever - but that wasn't what worried him most.

The faint scent of his Master lingered in his mouth from earlier that morning. He swirled his tongue around, collecting up the remains of his Master's taste again, and swallowed the tainted saliva with a needy shiver. That shiver, that hint of desire. That was what worried him most.

Ever since he had asked his Master to leave his meals clean, he had been ordered to visit each and every morning, servicing the kobold orally until he was satisfied. It had become oddly routine, walking to his chambers or study, to the point where he barely even hesitated at his Master's brazen displays of nudity when he entered. Indeed, his Master's scent was having a profound effect on him - it filled his sinuses like a drug, causing him to tremble and pant as he entered the room, his own cock half-erect and flopping from his slit even before his maw had touched upon Master's flesh.

As he grew more practiced, spurring his Master to orgasm a hair faster each day, he found himself thinking less about finishing Master quickly, and more about the impending load of cream that he was about to be treated to. It was still disgusting, and humiliating, but then why did it excite him so much?

Even after he relieved his Master, and slunk back his own bed trying to convince himself of his distaste of Master's cum, his erection seemed to never end. The trace wisps of musk clinging to his mouth kept him hard for hours instead of the usual few minutes, and now had been inspiring the dreams he had been having of late.

He had little else to think about in his otherwise plain den, simply replaying his thoughts over and over, staring at his half-hard length still hovering out of his slit as the door creaked upon without warning, snapping Tiberius out of his reverie.

"Have you rested well, pet? Or do you have something on your mind."

Karnith stood in the doorway, posed regally as always, his gaze shifting lower as Tiberius ashamedly turned himself to all fours, bowing his head.

"I-I did sleep, Master. It, hasn't gone down since earlier this morning, no..."

"What hasn't gone down?"

"...My cock, Master. My cock has been hard since, earlier."

Karnith gave a slight chuckle before approaching Tiberius' side, gliding his hand down the dragon's side without reluctance or fear. A single claw tapped at Tiberius' shaft, causing him to tense up slightly.

"There's no reason to hide your words, pet, nor any reason to hide your desires. You were particularly robust with your service earlier today; it's become more than clear to me where your loyalties lie."

Tiberius turned away, not wanting Master to see the worried, concerned look on his face. Was it really that obvious that he was crumbling apart inside? He felt Master's grip tighten on his shaft, causing him to shudder in surprise, while his other hand calmly circled around his side. Master continued to speak.

"So, what is it you desire? What has got my pet all worked up?"

The dragon shifted uncomfortably as he heard the question. It was your scent... was his immediate thought, but he shook his head at that, too ashamed to admit it openly. Instead, his thoughts wandered to his earlier dream, or at least, what it started as. He gulped, forming his words carefully.

"...I-I want a mate, M-Master. A female to... to claim."

His Master coughed, Tiberius turning back somewhat concerned as he saw his Master clear his throat a few times, apparently having trouble holding back laughter.

"Is that so? Any dragon who you found would learn about your position, either from my scent on you, or from seeing you perform your duties for me. Would you be able to convince her to stay and mate when you are already claimed by me? Besides, you have told me yourself - you have never even _felt_a dragoness beneath you before. I'm not even sure you have enough _experience_with topping to enjoy that fantasy, if you had the chance."

As Master spoke, the dragons head hung ever lower, mostly because he knew everything he had said was true. His instincts used to tell him what to do, but now in his dreams, even they seemed to be faltering. If he wouldn't even enjoy claiming a dragoness, then what was he good for? Master's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"But enough of that. It has been a while, but I had promised you some treasure of your own. It's all ready for you now."

Tiberius perked up at the mention of his treasure. He had been hopeful his Master had not forgotten over the last few weeks, and was just as eager to leave the previous conversation behind. He turned back to look at the kobold, cautious enthusiasm in his voice.

"Can I see it now, Master?"

"Of course. But you must promise to take care of it, and appreciate all that I give to you. That, is a requirement. Can you promise me that?"

"...Yes Master, I will take good care of my treasure. I promise."

Master gave a short smile. "Good. Then follow me, pet."

Karnith promptly left the room, leaving the dragon to push himself out of the furs and follow into the hallway, timidly padding behind his Master. A certain novel excitement had returned, abuzz with anticipation that the dragon couldn't quite hide from his steps. The only distraction was his soft length, still flopping around outside of his slit, the presence of his Master's scent preventing it from truly retracting.

They came across a pair of kobold servants coming from the kitchen, a male and female, who both backed up to the wall to make room for the larger creature to pass. They clutched at the stacks of empty bowls and cutlery possessively, staring wide eyed at the dragon, and momentarily at his crotch, before Karnith stepped aside to speak with them.

He leant toward one's ear, and whispered in hush tones, low enough to get Tiberus' attention. It was unusual Master would be so secretive, even around him. He tried to catch the conversation, gathering only a snippet at the end.

"...the others and wait. Got it?"

The pair of kobolds looked at Tiberius with unease, clearly anxious about whatever Master had spoken to them about. They nodded curtly, before walking off, giving a second glance or two back at the dragon before they rounded a corner. Tiberius wondered what that was about for a moment, feeling somewhat awkward about his exposed genitalia that had no doubt garnered some attention.

"Come along pet."

"Ah, of course, Master."

They proceeded a slightly different way from usual, towards a room that Tiberius had rarely visited. It was a moderately large lounge, rugs covering the otherwise stony flooring and furnished with ornate end tables around the edges. A chaise longue with soft cushions, along with several other couches and large pillows were splayed around the room, though clearly pushed back to leave room in the centre.

As they entered the room, Tiberius spotted an unfamiliar form rising up from one of the couches, a grizzled older kobold with dull blackened scales and a simple brown apron. He stood hunched, a single beady eye taking in the dragon's form while the other remained unfocused and milky, blinded by age. With little more than a flinch at Tiberius' presence, he turned towards Karnith to bow.

"Master Karnith, the Slayer, I am here as you requested."

Karnith gave a nod of acknowledge in response.

"Imzil Clever-cut, it is good to see you. Have the humans been treating you well?"

The black kobold gave a crooked smile, gesturing to the rest of the room.

"Not as well as you have been treating yourself! But I make do. There will always be humans who want 'real dwarven jewels' and other nonsense, but there are those in the Merchant's guild who care less about such things- "

Tiberius tuned out much of the conversation as Karnith and Imzil began to banter, laying down in the room while looking around to see if he could spy his long-awaited treasures. Beside the couch that Imzil was sitting on was a sizable chest, rounded on top and banded with iron straps, quite possibly where his reward was hidden. With little else to do but listen Idly to the chatter, Tiberius gathered that Imzil was the jeweller his Master had mentioned. He worked with the nearby clan of kobolds, working the gems and fine metals they procured into jewellery to trade to the human merchants in the nearby town.

Occasionally the black kobold would glance over at Tiberius, seemingly cautious of his presence, but otherwise he had no hint of unease in his voice. The dragon looked on sceptically - it was unusual for a kobold not to show fear at the first sight of him. How much did this jeweller know about his 'situation' already?

"-And as much as I enjoy chatting with your Imzil, I believe it's time."

"Ahh of course, I will need to take few measurements first, for the fit, you see."

Karnith patted Tiberius on the forelimb, grabbing his attention before giving a nod towards the jeweller.

"Stand up pet, and let this man measure you however he sees fit. It is part of getting your reward."

"Ahh? Yes, Master."

Tiberius stood as requested, the hunched over kobold nodding in approval before pulling a long string from his apron pocket, and began holding it up to the dragon. It was strange having someone poke and prod over his body that wasn't Master, just as it was peculiar he would require measurements for what should be simple treasures to sit upon, but he didn't make any complaints. Imzil seemed to know exactly what to do, nimble for his age as he darted around the dragon, pulling the string tight around Tiberius' chest and neck, standing upon a foot stool when he needed the height.

At one point as the kobold was behind him, Tiberius felt the string pull around the base of his dick, squeezing the soft flesh, before being lined up under it to appraise his length. He gave a yelp, shifting his weight, but his Master spoke out.

"Ah ah! Stay still, pet."

He froze up a bit, face flushed as he heard mumblings under him, the string measuring up under his stomach. Why were they measuring his dick!? He heard the black kobold speak up.

"...Mmm, I'll need him properly erect to get an accurate read."

"Of course Imzil, I can lend a hand."

Tiberius watched, shaking as his Master went to his side and knelt.

"P-Please Master, don't- "

An abrupt tug on his member stole his thoughts, his sensitive flesh being handled for the first time in a long while. He let out a light squeal, shifting on the spot as his dick was buffed and pumped by his Master, quickly reaching full mast. He began panting, his internal testes throbbing from the unexpected rush of sensation, the feeling of a climax just beginning to build at an embarrassingly fast rate - as he felt the clawed hand let go.

"That should do."

"Much appreciated. Humm hmm..."

Tiberius whined pathetically, his testes continuing to ache as the pleasure receded. He wasn't sure if he was more humiliated that he was being treated like an animal, or that in the moment, he really would have let himself go, allowing Master to milk his cum out onto the floor.

The measuring wound up with his tail thickness and rear legs being appraised, before the jeweller wandered off to the chest, opening it away from the dragon's view. Tiberius screwed his eyes shut in frustration, upset with his loss of control, pawing at the rug beneath him. He felt a hand upon his shoulder, clasping and rubbing him reassuringly.

"Easy pet, you've been a veeerry good boy today. I've been preparing this surprise for a while, so I hope you will appreciate all your Master's hard work."

He opened one eye to look at his Master, the red kobold with his thin smile. Something gleamed in his eyes, as though he was eager to see what happened next. Tiberius wasn't sure if he should be feeling grateful, or worried.

Some tinkling and the rattle of metal exuded from the chest, along with the sounds of clasps snapping and the chinks of pieces being hooked together. Eventually, Imzil stepped out from behind the chest, pulling out lengths of what appeared to be golden chains, some delicate, others jingling with coins.

"Master Karnith, it should all be ready. If you have some servants available to help put these on..."

"Yes, that would be doable. Azikk, Mungo!"

The doors swept open again behind Tiberius, as two more servants entered the room, and Imzil began barking orders and passing off chains to the newcomers. With some concern, Tiberius tried to turn, but the grip on his side tightened.

"No, pet. Stand still."

"M-Master, this is my treasure, right? I don't need to be wearing it!"

Master gave a short laugh, "It is your treasure, yes, and of course you need to wear it - how else could we appraise its fine craftsmanship without a model?"

The dragon stared back in disbelief as he felt cool metal being slung across his hips, the jingle and rattle of metal sounded from his scales as his tail was tugged down and chains drawn across it. He tried to turn and lift a leg away from the touches, but the kobolds just used the opportunity to sling the chains under him, before pulling up his other foot so they could strap it up too. The disregard for his personal space would have left his blood boiling in the past, instead all he could focus on was his Master's hand, distressed that there was nothing he could do without disobeying Master's order.

It took about ten more minutes of chains being hooked, straps being pulled and slight repositioning until the servant kobolds were told to leave. In that time, a headpiece made of shimmering metal was placed over his head and snout, while all manner of jewellery was attached to his horns and wings. Most notably, he felt several cool bands wrap around his length, still exposed as it was, but he was prevented from looking down as they attached them to see what they were.

Finally, Karnith and Imzil were left in the room, appraising the dragon as he stood awkwardly in the centre. A slight tinkling could be heard with every shift, as chains and various pieces of his new accessories moved across his scales.

It was his Master who spoke up first.

"Imzil, if you could get the mirror please."

The blackened kobold nodded, heading to the back of the room towards a cloth-covered panel, roughly as tall as the dragon himself. In a flurry of motion, the cloth fell to the floor, and Tiberius could finally see what had been done to him.

Adorning his blue-scaled body was a series of delicate body chains, wrapping across his front and sides in intricate patterns, all linking to a familiar sapphire set in a medallion held square at the front of his chest. He could see now that the headpiece he wore was made of the shimmering golden cloth he had picked out, now studded with gems at the edges, and a veil of silk came down from it to softly cover the lower half of his face in a translucent sheen. Rings and bracelets had been placed over his horns, while coins had been attached to the chains at his haunches, causing them to jingle with every motion of his hips. Silky strands ran between the 'fingers' of his wings as he stretched one out, causing them to billow softly from the motion.

He was speechless for the moment as he took the details in. He looked... feminine. Some dragonesses adorned themselves like this, but jewellery worn on the body was for show, not for war.

"Well pet, what do you think of your new outfit?"

"Master, this... this is for females!"

"Yet it fits you so well! From this day forward, I expect to see you in your new uniform, unless of course, we are going out flying or I say otherwise."

"Master, I-"

Tiberius interrupted himself as he continued to look into the mirror with disbelief, turning enough to see what had been done to his crotch. He could feel clearly a ring inside his slit, spreading it open, preventing his member from withdrawing despite it having largely gone soft again - three golden bands were spaced evenly around his shaft, studded with purply-blue gems in a similar colour to his own length. Thin chains connected them together at the side, with just enough leeway for them to pull taut should he get hard again. Despite the adornments, the markings made around his slit from punishments long ago were left uncovered. If anything, there was now more reason to notice them, still advertising his past hands-free submissions.

"What is this on my dick for Master!? I, I can't put it away!"

"Precisely. A pet should always be on display, ready to serve or be played with. The bands look rather pretty on you, they're a good decoration for that cute dick of yours."

Tiberius' face flushed with embarrassment at that. Is that really what he had become? He looked over himself again, hardly able to believe that the dragon looking back was... him. How had he changed so much in these past months? Would he really let this happen to him? As he looked on, he realised something new was dangling from the loop of his collar. Not a leash or chain as it was used for in the past, but a small square tag hanging from the corner with writing engraved onto it. He stepped in closer to the mirror, a growing concern over what humiliating thing could be written on there. The answer wasn't what he expected.

"...Beri?"

He looked over at his Master in confusion, he gave a nod and a sure smile.

"Yes, Beri. A name more fitting for a cute, pretty, provocative pet like yourself. I believe the servants would be more receptive to you with a name like that. So from here onwards, within these castle walls, you will be known as my pet dragon, Beri."

"Master, y-you, you can't change my name! I'm Tiberius-"

His Master stepped forward, a serious look about him while the dragon tried to step back, his heart beginning to beat faster in trepidation.

"I can see your hesitation, pet, but it's for the best. There's something you can't quite let go of, some minute shred of pride that frustrates you. I know you will enjoy your new life if you can leave your old one behind, you have all but shown it through your devotion to me!"

Tiberius looked down on the kobold, his stern expression and stance. There was a certain amount of anxiety inside, but as much as he was shaking, inside and out, the mention of pride had caused a flicker of agitation to return. He couldn't tell if he was angry at Karnith or himself as the sensation of electricity thrummed in his throat. He couldn't let it get out of hand by protesting something like this now - he knew he was Tiberius, no matter what his Master called him! He could handle that, he hoped.

"Fine. C-call me what you will, M-Master."

He could see his Master's brow furrow, somewhat unconvinced with his pet's response.

"Beri. You had promised you would appreciate my gifts for you. Don't be snappy, or you will be punished. Is that clear?"

Tiberius sucked in a deep breath, still trembling under a swath of emotions. He had to control himself, if only for his own sake. He wasn't sure how much more he would take.

"Yes. Master."

There was a pause, before slowly, his Master nodded, still fully alert to the dragon's agitated demeanour.

"Good. There is one last requirement you have as my pet."

The kobold stepped back towards the chest, motioning for Imzil's help as they leaned into the bottom. Tiberius stood warily, his curiosity replaced with dread. What more could there possibly be in store for him?

Together, they lifted out a large, heavy knob of gold. For a moment, Tiberius' eyes widened, as Imzil carefully let go of the weight into Karnith's arms, who began to walk forwards the dragon. It was a solid curved piece of gold, with a smooth tapered point leading to a bulbous midsection, rounding back in to a thin neck before flaring out once more at the end. It was thicker than his Master's arm by a good deal, and clearly of incredible value. Something pink glittered on the flared end.

"Do you know what this is, Beri?"

Tiberius winced at his new name being spoken, but leaned in closer, some of his hesitation eroding from his curiosity of the pricey gift.

"...No, Master."

"It is the final part of your outfit, one that will help you get over your 'reservations', I am sure. It is called an anal plug - I expect you to wear it at all times, as a symbol of your status as my pet."

As the use of the item dawned on the dragon, his Master turned it so the flared end was shown to Tiberius, revealing the sparkly object embedded on the end to be none other than a pinkish-red ruby cut into the shape of a heart. He recognised it - it was the largest gem he had picked out as a favourite! He was left aghast, trying to comprehend what was happening.

"You turned my treasure... into a sex toy!"

"One fitting enough to be a part of your hoard! There are some others in the chest as well, but let's start with this."

"N-No..."

"On your knees, Beri."

The dragon felt his forelimbs shudder - he had been told that many times now, particularly when his Master's cock stood erect in front of him, compelling him to kneel and give service. But hearing that name afterwards... he gave a growl, a renewed crackling in his throat.

"No. No, I won't wear it!"

His Master gave a stern gaze at the dragon before shooting a look at Imzil, who started to back up. The black kobold had a look of genuine concern as he carefully retreated, but Tiberius' focus was centred dead on his Master as he spoke again, louder.

"My name is Tiberius! No matter how you, humiliate_me, or _tempt me, how you make me yearn for release - Y-You can't make me enjoy it! I don't WANT to enjoy it!-"

"Beri-"

"Y-You made me crave these despicable, perverted things, b-but what will I become if I enjoy them!? What kind of dragon gets more pleasure from their tailhole than their own cock! What kind of dragon revels in the service of a mere kobold!-"

" DOWN PET , that's enough!"

The moment his Master uttered those key words, the dragon felt a shockwave of numbness spread out over his body, centred on the enchanted brass collar on his neck. He was winded by the floor as he fell forward and to his side, stunned and in silence, his tirade cut short.

With some effort, he flicked his eyes down to watch his Master approach, the dragon's own anger and boldness giving way to the prickly sensation of fear as the red kobold came into view, still heaving the heavy golden toy in his arms.

"That was for belittling your Master, pet. I appreciate your honesty, but your thoughts are ill-conceived. For all of those desires you detest, I did not 'make' you want anything. They were always locked away in here."

His Master tapped him twice on the head, the dragon exhaling in disbelief, before his Master gave a wary sigh.

"When I first found you, pet, I thought you would make an excellent ally. Strong, but inexperienced; with my guidance, you would become a truly fearsome partner to fight alongside. However, it became clear to me with time that your submission was more... willing, than I expected."

Karnith gave slight chuckle, his expression relaxing slightly as he looked down upon the dragon, and the toy in his hands.

"It's endearing, really. Seeing you struggle to handle your desires, pinned against your draconic instincts. But I think it's time you realised your place, and accepted it. It doesn't matter what kind of dragon you are, because in my lair, you're my cute, submissive pet. Once you understand that, all those worries will disappear."

Tiberius listened, his Master's now calmer demeanour having a similar effect on him too, though his mind was still in a muddle. Surely, he had been submitting because it was his only choice, not because he _wanted_it. Right?

He saw as Master rose up, and began walking out of view towards his crotch, a hand caressing down his side as he went. The barest shiver went through his body, his limbs hardly able to do so much as twitch under the effects of the paralysis.

"But, with that earlier outburst, I believe it's time you had a push in the right direction."

A cool, smooth sensation pushed against his inner thigh, quickly becoming weighted as his Master partially let go of the plug. Unable to see, the dragon flinched as the now free hand swept over his tailhole, digging in and prying apart the delicate flesh of his rear. He tried to buck his hips away, but his muscles refused to act, locked up as they were by the collar's enchantment.

"Nhhghhh!"

"Don't worry, I know it will be a stretch at first, but with some lubricant and time, you'll become accustomed to it."

Tiberius could barely exhale loudly, let alone form anything more than incomprehensible grunts and moans in protest. He heard as his Master drew in a sharp breath before a wet splatter landed over his tailhole. The dragon protested, small, twitching motions all he could manage as his Master worked the spit into his hole with a circular motion, before adding to it again. He wasn't even able to clench himself tight again with how numb his muscles felt!

"That should do it. Can you feel this Beri?"

"Nhho, dffnt- hNGHhhff!"

The dragon couldn't stop himself from moaning out as his Master plunged a fist into him, clearly aided by the spit, his relaxed hole, and sheer size difference all together.

A shockwave of pleasure rolled out inexplicably from his core as his prostate was purposefully squeezed, his Master's hand encircling the swollen gland and caressing it, milking out a tingling sensation of pleasure - intensified by how little he could do about it.

"Yes, goood boy! Let out those noises pet. For all your concerns, you can't deny how it feels, can you?"

A second wave of squeezing left Tiberius' eyes watering, every instinct telling him to squirm, to move, to do SOMETHING, but only desperate, garbled moans were what he was capable of achieving. The rings around his cock flexed and pulled at his length as it grew half-hard in response, his dick beginning to drool about as much as his own maw was, as slack-jawed as he was.

With a lewd slurp, he felt the arm get withdrawn, and for the briefest moment, Tiberius whined as the pressure, and pleasure, relented. A chill ran through him at the implication, even his Master snickered, rolling the cool metal plug on his thigh over to kiss against his now stretched hole.

"Listen to yourself. You want it, badly, don't you? When was the last time you even came, you must be desperate for release."

He felt as the metal plug prodded at his rim, pulling his flesh apart. If his Master's fist made him see stars, then this toy would break him! He could feel as Master applied more pressure, the toy's slick surface sliding into him with remarkable ease, quickly surpassing his Master's fist in size, and continuing.

Everything in his body and mind told him he should be resisting, that this was wrong, that only the weakest of weak dragons would submit to such debased torture - but then how did it also feel so right? He was fast approaching his limit, his whines intensifying, unrestrained as the paralysis began to wear off, but all intentions of fleeing were washing away.

His Master was right. He was barely a dragon anymore, so what was he clinging on to? His pride had only offered him embarrassment and shame of his guilty desires. So what if he let it go? So what if every dragon judged him for a bottom slut, when only Master mattered, when only Master wanted him, when only Master would protect him?

An epiphany washed through the dragon as he realised, he had wanted this all along. Right from day one, when he first tasted submission, to all these months later. He had always wanted it. The marks near his tailhole had said as much. He needed this badly. He needed his Master!

"Hnnff, PLeeash! Mashtur!"

"What's that, Beri?"

The plug stretched out the dragon's hole into a true gape as his Master nudge it further in, unable and unwilling to resist bellowing out a throaty call in response, hips bucking weakly against the floor.

"NHFff! PLeease!! J-Just DO IT!"

"Speak clearly, Beri. What is it you want?"

The dragon heaved his body, weakly, barely able to move from both the magic and blistering pleasure coursing through his body, until he was partially on his back. He could see his Master now, holding the plug back just barely at the widest point, his expression one of utmost focus on him, listening intently.

Tears formed in the dragon's eyes as the words formed in his throat, frothing at the lips, before it all came tumbling out.

"T-Take me Master! I'm, I'm a worthless dragon, just take it all away! Take my dragonhood, my malehood, my-n-NAME! Take me as your pet, please! Hnfff, T-TAKE EVERYTHING MASTER, I'M BEGGING YOOuuu, PLEASE!"

"Go on then. Give it to me Beri. Give up your name, your dragonhood, let it out!"

Beri felt the surge of relief, the intensity of an orgasm rising and rippling through his body before his Master had even started plunging the toy past its widest point, to knot it inside him. His cock barely hardened as he came, lancing out cum backed up from months of teasing and denial end to end, the thick cream plastering over his lower torso and the floor, but he didn't care in the slightest.

It was like the butterflies inside him, the deep shame he had felt all his months of captivity, was momentarily gone. He didn't break eye contact as he stared slack-jawed at his Master, who too looked back with equal intensity, his mouth curling in arousal, biting his lip at the sight of the broken dragon in front of him.

That was his Master now. Not just in name, but in reality. There was no reason to deny it any further, he was his, through and through. A kobold's pet, a dragon no more. Yet he had never felt so free before in his life.

It was only after these long seconds passed that the sheer mass of the plug inside him, his prostate mashed into a pulp, forced out a roar from him. A broken, high-pitched cry that crescendo'd into a throaty gargle, collapsing back on the floor as his strength was sapped from him. His testes used every last ounce of energy to spill his seed loosely across his chest, the feeling as though his pride was taken along with it.

It was the longest, most intense climax that he had ever felt before. His insides roiled as the plug refused to budge, his clenches doing little more than to milk his prostate for every last drop of fluid it had, spilling out in wet strands from the tip of his shaft, inevitably dripping onto his new golden attire. As the sensations died down, leaving behind only an ache through his body - especially his rear, he began to breath regularly once again, his shuddery intakes stabilising somewhat.

"...Good boy. Just rest for a moment."

Beri accepted the offer graciously, his head flopping onto the floor with a thump. He saw Imzil in the background, a small tent in his apron as he excused himself quietly from the room, an air of awkwardness that just barely concerned Beri. His Master was right. For once, his mind was clear of worries. His eyelids drooped lower, suddenly realising just how tired he was, feeling as his Master began rubbing calmly down his sides. He was hardly aware as a tingle crossed over the tally-marks by his slit, magically marking him a fifth time, a reminder of when he gave himself to Master. The mess across his stomach was all but forgotten, the swell of the toy inside him the only unfamiliar discomfort as he drifted off into a nap.

"Beri. Wake up cutie."

He stirred slowly, carefully opening one eye to regard the kobold by his snout. His Master, Karnith the Slayer, was lifting his chin up slightly, patting the side of his neck. He watched for a moment, the memory of his recent confession coming back to him, his skin heating with a blush.

"Good morning, Master."

His Master gave a slight smile, tapping his dragon's snout lightly.

"It has barely been an hour Beri. How do you feel?"

How did he feel? Wet, slightly sticky, despite noticing the pail and rags nearby that hinted at having been washed in his sleep. His rear felt... stuffed. It ached with each heartbeat, slow and steady, the girth of the valuable toy he was gifted to him impossible to ignore. But above all, he felt radiant, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. A tingling seemed to pervade his whole body, relieved both physically, and mentally too.

He nudged his head closer in to his Master, taking a deep breath to help wake up. His Master's draconic scent mixed with his own, its potency instilling a sense of belonging.

"I feel great, Master. Thank you... for asking."

"Good, good."

There was a moment of pause, one that Beri relished. He felt giddy, listening to his Master's heartbeat speed up slightly. He nuzzled his Master once more, earning himself a few pats. But eventually, Master cleared his throat.

"It is time you got up. I have yet to introduce you to my servants."

"O-Oh, of course, Master... Uhm, but Master, haven't they seen me already?

"Not as Beri, they have not. Let's show them the real you, shall we?"

Beri blushed, looking over his attire, noticing his shaft was still lewdly on display, soft as it is. He noticed the new mark, showing exactly how many times his Master made him come without even being touched. This was the real him. His Master's cute pet.

"Yes Master. I would... love to."

Karnith gave a grin, stepping back to give Beri room to stand. With a minute spent readjusting the chains on his attire, Master gave a nod, before leading his pet out through the double doors, and into towards the dining hall.

A rush of nervousness rolled through Beri as he was led out into the open room, meeting the gaze of almost a dozen kobold servants. Even the chef and his assistants were present today, perking up with surprise as the decorated dragon was paraded towards the dining table. Imzil was there too, although he watched silently, preferring simply to take in the scene.

The kobolds who helped with dressing Beri were sitting towards the front, cautiously looking at the dragon and each other, whispering and pointing. But it was Master who spoke aloud first.

"Greetings everyone. I brought you all here together to meet my loyal servant and pet, Beri. He is to be respected as mine, but also as your equal. Beri, could you do a turn-around, and show yourself and your treasures to everyone?"

All their heads turned to look at Beri. Over the past few months, he had little reason to be concerned about the kobolds, but now, he was their equal? Their attention suddenly felt more important, no longer the lesser race he used to believe they were. He had to give a good impression, to show them he was as loyal as Master said.

"O-Of course, Master!"

He began to shift slowly, his prancing causing the coins to jingle, highlighting the movements in his hips as the gemstones ingrained in his attire shimmered in the light. He began to blush, a surreal feeling of exposure as he showed off for an audience other than Karnith for the first time. A couple of the kobolds gave soft 'ooo's in response, but many gasped too.

"_Is that his dick? His dick is out!"_

"_Did Master Karnith really tame him?"_

"_W-woah, look at the gem in his butt!"_

The kobolds prattled quietly to each other, the growing red hue further developing on Beri's snout, thankfully hidden by the golden veil. But deep inside, it felt liberating to be put on display. He noticed his Master appraising him too, his heart racing with giddiness, as an idea came to mind about how to really show off his treasure.

Beri started to sway his hips more seductively as he turned, raising his tail up higher, giving a shake of his rear as it passed by his Master, the chimes of coinage rattling making it clear the motion was on purpose. Before long his own excitement caused the chains around his dick to tighten up, restraining his length just slightly as it as it pressed up against his stomach. Some of the kobolds were starting to point that out specifically too.

"Good boy, Beri. Now, lie down. I would like everyone to have a turn at petting him for his good behaviour. He won't bite - feel free to pet him as you please."

Beri breathed a bit heavier at that, but did as he was requested, carefully lowering himself to the stone floor. The cool tiles felt prominent on the exposed, heated flesh of his dick, causing him to shudder softly. While a few kobolds still seemed fearful or concerned, one stepped forward with a curious vigour in their eyes. Beri recognised them as one of the servants who helped dress him, Mungo, he recalled.

Their small reddish hand reached out to pap the side of his face, Beri flinching and wincing an eye shut in response. Some of the kobolds at the back jumped too, but Mungo held steady, and proceeded to pet and rub more earnestly down the side of Beri's neck.

"Look guys! I'm touching the dragon! I told you I touched the dragon!"

There was some mumbling and talk between the kobolds as Mungo continued to touch over Beri's scales, the dragon beginning to relax to the unfamiliar touch roaming across his side.

"Oohh, Master Karnith, you dressed Beri up so pretty!"

Karnith gave a slight chuckle, looking towards a flustered Beri, who's blush was now not quite hidden by the golden veil. Karnith then addressed the crowd again.

"I would like everyone else to join in too. Even you, at the back!"

One of the more sceptical kobolds was shoved forwards at their Master's order, standing awkwardly in front of Beri. With a careful, shaky hand, he reached out to rest it on the side of Beri's forelimb. Eventually the small group of kobolds circled around Beri in a moshpit of reds, browns and blacks. They touched his thighs and his wings, and commented on everything from his ornate jewellery to his submissive stature.

"His scales are really tough, wow."

"Master Karnith really did tame him... a real dragon..."

"Look, the coins jingle when you touch them!"

The dragon had never felt this... welcomed, by others before. The feeling was making his heart flitter in ways he hadn't anticipated. It was one thing to pledge himself to his Master, to take his place beneath him, but he didn't expect to be so accepted by the others.

As the many multiple hands wandered and caressed his body, a couple began moving down the side of his stomach, towards the more sensitive scales beneath. He let out a light gasp, the kobold's noticing as he did.

"Beri's making funny noises!"

"Does the dragon... like this?"

Beri blushed harder, looking away, but heard his Master's throat clear.

"Well Beri? Do you like being petted? Tell everyone where you like to be touched."

Karnith's voice rung out deeper than the others, pulling Beri's attention back. Tell everyone where he was most vulnerable? He trembled at the implication, but he wouldn't dare avoid his Master's request.

"Y-Yeah... I like being, uhm, t-touched."

One of the kobold's snorted, mumbling under his breath.

_"_Hmph, we were scared of this softie?"

"Ssh! Don't be rude!"

Another kobold silenced them, as Beri worked up the courage to continue.

"I, I like it when Master holds my head... and, someone's scratching a r-really good spot, o-on my side..!"

As he spoke, a couple more kobolds joined in on rubbing at the side of his body, the slightly ticklish sensation causing Beri to give out a little yelp as he rolled over onto his wing, his underbelly now visible to the crowd. A chorus of 'oooo's and scoffing remarks came out from the crowd as his member was exposed once more to the air.

"Aww, I think he really likes being touched~"

"Huh, up close, it's sort of smaller than I thought..."

"It's decorated so pretty though! He's such a cute boy~"

"I think Master Karnith might be... bigger, you know?"

Indeed, his shaft had shrank, having gone soft and limp from the cold stone of the floor, and would have retracted into his nethers if it weren't for the ring holding his slit wide inside. Even as he watched his member begin to grow once more, he couldn't help but feel the eyes of all the other servants on him too, ranging from disappointed to amazed.

Beri wasn't sure how to handle so much attention on him! What they said should be humiliating, degrading things, but he could only whine in response, knowing it was his place - a place he even chose to be. Before his capture, he would never have understood how such demeaning words could become so arousing to him!

Their hands were numerous, gripping and rubbing at his legs and now across his stomach, sending tickly sensations that made Beri huff and squirm. One adventurous kobold reached out to grasp at his sensitive malehood, firmly holding it at the tip to give it a few tentative jerks, Beri's voice catching as a shock of sensation ran through it, his legs clamping together on instinct to the kobold's surprise.

"N-NOo! P-please don't touch my dick! I, I gave it to Master!"

More of the kobolds stopped at that, giving confused looks towards their Master as he started chuckling, leaning on the side of his throne with a hand conspicuously in his trousers.

"Then Beri, I ask that you open your legs, and invite everyone to pet you there."

"M-Master..?"

Beri looked back stunned - had Master really just asked him to, offer his most vulnerable parts to, to a crowd of kobolds? For petting? His heart stammered, his shaft quickly hardening.

"I did say everyone is to pet you as they please, Beri. Even if that involves your malehood, or the treasure hidden in your rear. I want everyone to know just why you're so loyal to me. Is that clear?"

Beri panted for a moment, watching his Master's hand shift inside his pants, clearly enjoying the show. Beri saw the kobolds look to each other, some more awkwardly than others. A part of him was quivering with embarrassment, but more noticeable was the growing ache in his loins. He was abysmally aroused, but he had no reason to refute it. He gathered his breath and mumbled a reply.

"O-of course Master. U-Uhmm..."

Beri hesitated, before rolling over fully onto his back, spreading his hind limbs until his hardened spire was left bare for all the kobolds to gawk at, the heart-shaped gem of his buttplug glistening beneath. He could see his Master watching, a giddy feeling in his stomach as he spoke out loud, barely believing his own voice.

"P-Please, everyone! Y-you're all welcome to, to come and pet me, a-anywhere! E-Even my dick..."

A couple of the kobolds sucked in their faces in revolt or embarrassment, clearly uninterested in their Master's perverted games, but several more eagerly took Beri up on the offer, straddling his tail and other limbs to get a closer look at the heated dragon and his attire.

One put their claws at the base of Beri's shaft, tugging at the edge of his slit until the golden ring inside was exposed, while another grabbed his shaft once more and began squeezing along his length.

"Oohh, that's why your dick was all floppy earlier! You can't put it away!"

"Wow, what a kinky dragon. I'm sure Master has lots of plans for you~"

Even as those two played with his crotch, Beri felt a tug below from his hole, one of the Kobold's clearly having listened to Master's hint about the hidden treasure. As Beri tried to crane his neck to see who was there, an even heftier tug stole Beri's breath, feeling the knot of gold lurch inside him.

"How much are you hiding in here, huh dragon? C'mon, show it to us!"

While the touches to his shaft were sensitive enough, the movements in his bowels seemed only to press the heavy bulb of the toy even more firmly against that pleasure gland inside him, causing both his legs and cock to twitch uncontrollably, pre spurting out his tip onto surprised onlookers.

"T-There is a lot in there! EEeep! C-Careful, it's really big! P-Please, I-hhhnnggf!"

Another solid yank against the plug pulled it firmly against his ring, the girth stretching out his recently abused hole once more, not quite making it to the widest point. Beri's voice slurred as a mind-numbing pleasure seemed to emanate from his insides, before the tell-tale sensation of edging seemed to build at the base of his dick as it fully stiffened into the tight embrace of its decorative cage.

"mMMhaster! P-Please, d-don't let them, or, or I-, I'll..!"

Beri glanced at Master for some kind help, for him to call off this embarrassing endeavour, only to see Master's pumping his shaft openly in his hand, his servants too busy looking over the new pet dragon to even notice.

Master just gave a sly smile, licking his lips, as Beri realised. He wanted his pet to come like this, from merely being petted and touched. From being appreciated as a pet. The thought that it was actually happening made him shudder, a quivery smile underneath the veil, slightly tearing up. Why was he asking for it to stop? He had nothing to fear anymore under Master's impassioned gaze.

He would have to thank Master again properly.

Immediately however, the kobold at his rear grasped at the plug one last time, planting a foot either side of his tail before pulling with all their might. As the bulk of the plug stretched its way out, mashing past his prostate for a few long seconds, the intense sensation of imminency washed over his nethers.

The kobolds at his shaft had the first warning, his cock jerking wildly as the dragon struggled to hump into the air, before streaks of fresh cum lanced out through the air, much of the remaining kobolds taken by complete surprise.

Beri moaned out unabashedly as his internals clamped around the retreating plug, his now untouched cock spraying out on its own accord. Just the knowledge alone that it was kobolds which had inflicted such pleasures on him, not even his draconically blessed master, kept his heart thumping and his cock twitching.

"H-He's cumming! Did he really just come!?"

"Wow, Master, you really did break him..."

"Eww, he's splashing me!"

As the rest of the plug vacated his shuddering insides, a distinct emptiness, a need for something to fill him inside caused Beri to whine out, his orgasm shuddering to a halt as the pressure finally relented. Only then did he realise what a mess he had made, watching the many heads around him congregate as the afterglow washed over him.

"That's it my pet. I knew you would enjoy meeting the rest of my servants. Now, if everybody is fully acquainted and satisfied with my pet's loyalty, I would like him and his attire washed and properly adorned, and for his meal to be prepared."

As Master spoke, the kobold's attentions were drawn away, and eventually they were pampering him with cloths and warm water. An hour passed as the gold adorning him was removed, polished, and re-applied after his scales had been brushed and cleaned of cum. With a wave from Master, the plug was pressed back into his rear, Beri trembling from what was becoming a familiar fullness as his already spent shaft was lifted back to a half-mast, despite his body aching from both of the intense orgasms he had that day.

Through it all, he couldn't help but giddily regard all the kobolds with a growing sense of comfort. Even Master couldn't gaze upon his pet without breaking out a knowing smile, pleased with the outcome of his training.

Beri wasn't sure what the future would hold, but it didn't matter as long as Master was there with him.