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**The Dragon's Boytoy Knight

Chapter 4.1

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Engy**

Engy looked over his latest captive, considering what to do with her. The elven ranger had apparently tracked his newly adopted kobolds on their trek to find him, which was a rather impressive feat of determination and skill, but then she'd tried attacking them, which had been a rather stupid mistake. From what Cera had said, she must not have realized that they had a protector now and had been trying to take them out before they could build up their defences too strongly. The knight had, rightly, suspected that his master might want to make use of her, and so they'd captured her for the lemon-scaled dragon. Now she stood frozen before him, ensnared by his will, and he wondered what to make of her. Not in the sense of understanding but of transformation. There were a few options: he could certainly use another broodmare for Adamos, but Evelyn seemed to be working out perfectly as intended for now; he could make her another one of his lieutenants, but he wasn't sure he wanted to take the time to break her with the other projects he had on his hands; he could just turn her into another sex-crazed monster, but he was trying to build up a slightly better reputation with the local village. Of course... Hm... That was an idea that might be worth trying.

He'd be sending Cera Seafoam on another "adventure" soon enough, once the kobold's defences were firmly in place and their new lair dug, since he wanted to build a decent force for what he intended, not the least of which was protecting the area surrounding his lair. He could handle himself well enough, of course, and most threats that tried to come after him, but sending the Dragon's Knight away would leave his little friends vulnerable. They'd need a protector for a while, but one that could be easily controlled, one that wouldn't give them any trouble but that they'd be a little less likely to take retaliatory action against. It would need to be something reasonably strong but stupid, and something that would follow orders with an innate sense of hierarchy. He grinned as he thought of just the thing and crooked a finger towards the elf to beckon her forward. Her walk was stiff and stilted as she attempted to fight his control with each step, but her will was no real match for his own. He enjoyed giving them enough freedom to struggle while making it plain that such mental flailing was futile. It was fun, and it helped to break them all the faster once they realized how pointless it was. He wasn't going to be playing that game once he'd finished with her, but it was an amusing diversion for the time being.

"What am I to do with you?" he inquired teasingly. "You invade my home, attack my servants, and expect to get away with it? No, no, I think you deserve to be punished for that. So, what do you think an appropriate punishment would be?"

She gritted her teeth, and he could see her determination not to respond to his taunts on her face. It just made him grin. He forced a bit of his power through her, the compulsion requiring that she respond. She tried to fight it, garbling and choking on the words that started to come out of her, but in the end she had no choice.

"If I were you," she answered at last, "I would either kill or enslave me."

She hung her head afterwards, tears sliding down her cheeks, and he chuckled. She'd guessed correctly. "I don't feel like killing you, so we'll go with the second option. I don't like you fighting my control, though. Not that it's a problem, it's just annoying. So, first things first, let's get rid of that willpower shall we?"

She glanced back up at him with fear as his magic struck her, and it swiftly faded to dumb awe and slight confusion. She looked around with stupid wonder at his lair and himself, and he was happy enough with the feel of her sluggish thoughts to leave it at that. The next thing to do, of course, was to make her a good bit stronger. Elves were flimsy little things, all bone and barely any muscle. With the lack of intelligence to be creatively athletic, she'd need brute power to be an effective guardian. He slung another spell at the dopey elf and watched as her form bulked up, shoulders widening as bone thickened and muscle piled on, straining at the leather straps she wore, barely enough to be considered armor. The rather flimsy material snapped, and the wave of growth travelled down her body so that she stood nude before him. What had been comically large breasts on her slimmer eleven body were stretched taut into barely bumps, and he decided he might as well continue that trend the whole way. Another wash of power altered her gender. Her breasts shrank into her chest, and she squirmed as her body gurgled, her pussy inverting as she grew a cock and balls. Then came the scales. Her golden hair fell out to litter the ground like straw as her skin hardened into a green crust that spread down her body, a few more crunchings and grindings and gurgles sounding as her anatomy was altered a little further. As a final touch, he gave his newly-made lizardman a bit more to work with belowdecks, because it was always a bit more fun.

There were a few more minor tweaks needed, easily handled when the former elf had what could only barely be called a sentient mind left: obedient submissveness to himself and his lieutenants, affection and protectiveness towards the kobolds and small drakes, and a pleasure/reward response to the dragon's scent. It would ensure that the reptile would lust for it, crave it, an unbreakable addiction. As soon as he released the control that held the lizardman immobile, it dropped to its knees and bowed towards him, though he could see it already beginning to drool from both mouth and cock, reacting to the aroma that filled the cavern. His scent permeated the cavern that was his lair, and the slobbering lizardman was incapable of ignoring it or fighting off the desire it brought. Still, it wouldn't hurt to tease the transformed elf a bit further. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the space between his feet, and it scurried forward to kneel there, looking up at him hopefully in between glancing at the dragon's own hefty cock and balls with obvious need.

"So, what should I call a little slut like you?" he mused, shifting in his seat and spreading his legs so that his swollen testicles were even more on display. "Whatever name you had before certainly won't work any more."

The reptile blinked up at him, seemingly lost, then cocked its head in consideration, its tongue sticking out of the end of its snout as it puzzled its way through. At last it came up with something that it seemed to think was brilliant. "Fuck?"

The dragon laughed and shook his head. "Nah, too simple. And confusing. Something else. You can do better than that, can't you?"

He shifted again in his throne-like chair, and the lizard seemed hypnotized as his balls slid forward to the edge of the seat, and it drooled out, "Baaaaaalls."

Engy gave another laugh and scooched just a bit more so that his sack hung down over the edge of the warm stone, letting the lizardman soak in the scent of male musk, close enough to lick them but not quite daring to without permission. "No, no, try again."

The creature whined, its attention fixated on the plump orbs before it, but the golden hued dragon could almost hear the gears grinding as it tried to think. Finally, its expression lit up, and it gazed up at him with the look of a dog who's just found its favorite bone. "Ball-licker?"

"Hm... well, I'd like to have you do more than just lick." The dragon gave his hips a slight thrust, pressing his sack against the reptile's snout, and enjoying the soft whine of wanton desire that issued forth. "Let's go with... Ball-handler. You handle all of my balls' needs. At least when you aren't doing other things. Sound good?"

It nodded slightly, wrinkling the scaled skin of his sack, and he reached down to grasp his semi-hard cock, giving it a bap on the head with the leaking tip to leave behind a dollop of pre. "Then I dub you my official Ball-handler. Get to work!"

The reptile let out a squeal of glee and wrapped its arms around his testicles, hugging them gently to its chest and nuzzling against them, working its snout up to where his sack met his sheath and lapping at the base of his cock. Engy let out a pleased grunt, enjoying it as the reptile began to heft and massage his orbs. His new pet was smaller than Cera, and in all regards, so each of them was about half as large as the creature's head. He'd need to use a bit of magic to keep from killing it if he decided to take it beneath the tail, but he figured it would be able to choke down his cock without damage if it really tried. The thought of how tight that would feel made him flex, the underside of his maleness thumping against the lizard's skull and upper back, which made the beast squirm and wiggle with happiness. It started working its way back down towards those treasured orbs, lapping at his sack and lightly lipping at the flesh, continuing to gently caress his testicles. When it reached them, it gave him a bit of a surprise, opening its jaws wide. He thought for a moment that it was going to bite, but then it stuffed his balls into its mouth, ballooning out its cheeks with them, and gently closed its maw to suckle at them, rolling its tongue against them.

The sensation caused his cock to twitch and flex again, and he dabbed the creature's head with another dollop of pre that rolled down its neck and cheeks. It looked up at him with happy puppy eyes, so he gave his length a squeeze to milk out a little more, covering the reptile in his musky scent. He was surprised when it reached up to do the same, then moaned as it squeezed along his length while swallowing at the same time, the suction tugging at his sack to fight against the pull, creating an even stronger gush that soaked his ball handler. He was almost fully hard by that point, and the lizardman was doing a surprisingly good job at its job, so he decided to give it something else to focus on for a little.

"Ball-handler, my balls need to be emptied and my cock is cold. Why don't you warm it up a little?" The idiotic creature just gave him a look of confusion, and he shook his head. He might need to up the brainpower a little bit. "Suck my cock. I want to fuck it down your throat. When I say that I need to empty my balls, that's what it means."

That cheered it up, and it nodded vigorously, letting his testicles fall from its mouth and giving them a parting lick before pulling his erect maleness down to lap at the tip. It took just the head into its mouth at first, sucking and slurping and seeming to enjoy the taste of him covering its tongue, stroking along his length with one hand while continuing to stroke his balls with the other. Then it slowly began to work its way towards his groin. It gaged slightly when his tip hit the back of its throat, but then it started swallowing, and he was surprised once more. He'd forgotten that lizardmen could swallow down just about anything that they could get their mouth around, much like a snake. They were notorious cannibals, though he hadn't included that instinct in his ball handler, and frequently swallowed smaller creatures whole. In this case, it was swallowing something pretty large but doing a fair job of it. Every gulp allowed it to pull another inch of him down its gullet. It had to stand before very long, the hardness of the dragon's length not wanting to bend, but it kept going until he was buried fully, the reptiles nose pressing against his groin and his tip no doubt buried in its stomach.

He flexed his cock just to see what would happened, and laughed when it lifted the smaller creature slightly from the ground. Unfortunately, when it tried to pull backwards, he could feel its flesh resisting. Apparently things were only meant to go in one direction, but he could help with that. The copious amount of saliva drooling from the reptile's jaws and his own generous spurts of pre provided enough lubrication for him to force the lizardman's head back down his shaft without causing it undue discomfort. Then it slowly gobbled its way back down to nuzzle against his pelvis once more. The rolling pressure each time it swallowed was delicious, as well as the obvious eagerness with which it obeyed and strained to follow his instructions. Eventually, though, he felt his sack beginning to tighten and decided to finish things off. He took a good hold on the reptile's skull and began to stroke himself into its face, moving a lot more quickly than it could do on its own. As the tension built, he used less and less of his length, soon moving only a few inches in and out, and when he felt himself just on the edge of erupting, he pulled all the way back so that just his tip remained within the creature's throat. He used his free hand to give himself some quick strokes to finish things, and sighed as he felt his cum erupt into the ball handler.

The dragon craned his head slightly to watch as the lizardman's throat swelled with each gush, watching as it swallowed down his seed, then began slowly feeding his cock back into it. Before he got half way down, he could feel his own pooled cum against his still spurting head, the reptile's stomach full to overflowing, but he kept pushing. Before he had two thirds of his maleness buried once more, the creamy fluid had begun leaking out of the creature's jaws to splatter against the floor and his tensing sack. Still, he didn't pause until he had the reptile's snout pressed firmly to his groin once more, and used a little magic to empty his seed from the ball handler's system. The lizardman would process it like Cera did, turning it into energy for more activity or healing, whatever was needed at the time. Once his orgasm had passed, he pushed it back off of him, though it eagerly returned to begin licking him clean, slobbering its tongue all along his length and slurping up the puddle on the floor before focusing on its favorite fixation: his bulbous balls.

It had finished the job when they were interrupted by the Dragon's Knight entering. The seafoam dragon stared at him with a quirked brow ridge, then understanding dawned and Cera shook his head.

"I see you have a new... plaything, Master," the knight observed. "May I inquire as to what you intend to do with it once you have finished your... fun? It would not be wise to let such a creature roam free considering what I sensed in the village below. Such creations appear to have a tendency of forcing themselves onto the residents for a time before moving on to no doubt cause further ignominy elsewhere."

"Oh, no worries about that, Cera," Engy reassured his lieutenant. "Let me introduce the person who's gonna look after the kobolds when I send you off recruiting again. Cera, this is Ball-handler. Ball-handler, this is Cera Seafoam, my knight. He's your boss besides me."

The lizardman glanced back and gave a slight wave, then turned its attention back to its favorite task.

"I see, Master. Was there no better name available? It certainly seems to fit, but it sounds rather... ridiculous, if you'll forgive me."

"Hmmmm... Ballsy then. Ballsy good with you for a nickname, Ball-handler?" The reptile nodded, letting out a contented hum. "See? There we go. That's even a name people use. Got anything else for me?"

The sea dragon nodded agreement, though he still pulled a slight face. "Yes, Master. We will need further mortar, and it would be good to have some woodworking tools. The kobolds are quite amazingly adept with stone, but wood is beyond them, and it is needed to shore up tunnels and to support external structures. If the village has a stonemason and a carpenter, it would also be good if we were able to convince them to assist. I know only the most basic of construction for fortification purposes. Would I be allowed to visit the village, perhaps with some of your treasure to bargain with, and see if they would kindly oblige?"

"Hmmmm... Sure. But first, why don't you give Ballsy a test run? He's going to be joining you with the kobolds once I get tired of him. He's pretty good. Not as good as you, I'll admit, but he also isn't smart enough to have much technique."

Despite the fact that the knight's almost constantly hard cock twitched at the thought, Cera shook his head with a pleading expression. "I would prefer not, Master. The kobolds have kept me rather... busy for the past few days. The females are insistent that I breed them, and the males then insist on similar attention once the worknight is completed. I will admit that requesting permission to visit the village is partially so that I will have an opportunity for some rest. I would be intending to spend a few days there, sleeping at the inn, so that I can take a thorough inventory of what they have available that might be of use to the kobolds."

Engy gave a shrug and waved his hand permissively. "Go ahead then, but make sure to stop back by the kobolds first so that they know where you are and can send a runner in case they have any more adventurer problems. I'm sure you're taking Adamos, but go ahead and leave Evelyn behind. It's not the best option, but I don't want to leave them without backup, and you're going to need to give Ballsy a bit of education before he'll be very much use aside from this. Come back by here when you're done at the village, and I'll send him with you, okay?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you. Do you have any further tasks for me at the moment?"

"Not right now. You're doing good work, though. Keep it up. I'm glad you've come to your senses about all of this."

The sea-blue scales on the knight's cheeks deepend in a blush, but he nodded and bowed himself out. Engy hoped that Cera would get over the rest of his restraining morality soon. Everything was much more fun without that kind of baggage to drag around.

The End