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This all happened before I got close to Sorham and became his friend. Before our absurd study nights to prepare for tests my dragon didn't care about, where I spent more time playfully teasing and stripping than assisting him in revising anything; before those treasured moments when he got out of the bath with noble motions, after which I was allowed to dry and groom his gleaming scales, brush his rich mane, and apply exotic perfumes to his flawless chest; and even before I was taught the refined pleasures of crawling obediently and thanking my master without pride -- the "breaking in" period, as he enjoyed calling it.

Of my three previous owners, none ever made me doubt who I was. To me, it was simple: I was a free spirit forced into obedience. I always kept a realistic grasp of the thankless requirements of enslavement. I played the role I was given. In my inner world, though, I remained sovereign. Only Sorham would make me kneel with genuine intent, worshiping another male, accepting his complete dominance without pretense, despite who I thought I was.

So, how did such an unbecoming fate befall me? Well...

It was an evening that I'd watched creeping closer for a long time. Alone in my modest room, I took a good long look at myself in the wall-high mirror. I tightened the band around my naked waist. The leather bit harshly around my hips and under my cheeks. I breathed in sharply. I was nervous, but also excited. The harness was a bit much, even for a slave, but it worked. It soothed my beating heart to see how docile I looked. It's an instinct we develop. Looking appealing and pleasing makes us feel safe, once we get over the humiliation of being revealed.

You wouldn't get it, would you?

I'd been in front of that mirror for close to an hour, and I couldn't seem to pull away from it very long. Anxiety made me return within minutes, so nothing around the home was getting done. I wanted to give the hallway and entry room a final sweep, but there wouldn't be time at this point. The new owner could've walked in at any time. It was fine, though. I never allowed the place to get noticeably dusty anyway. It was just the nerves.

It was exactly like evaluating someone else, or a handsome beast for a show. I looked at the male mouse with the stiff, short fur, the shapely white body, and I reflected that I was seeing a nicely trained plaything that'd be fun to break in to his master's preferences. Imagination took over. Maybe he'd soon rub his subby bum against his master's groin? Maybe he'd have to do tricks like a silly collared pet before he'd spread his juicy cheeks to service his master's hard sex. Then, constantly, the aggravating thought banged into my head and I recalled that that was me. I wouldn't be on top in that scenario. I'd very much be the one who crawled, stretched and helplessly squealed, getting marked deep up his rear by another self-satisfied young male, whenever he wished it.

It bothered me, but not that much. I was property. I'd learned to deal with it. Facts of life, you know. In a strange way, this was home for me more than for my masters. I lived in it full-time, and I managed it. At the end of the day, when all the pretenses were stripped and showy displays of power were dropped, I might be the servant, but the students were my guests. They sensed it too. My only real boss was the campus manager, but that's a whole other thing.

Regardless, I finally tore away from the mirror, excited and terrified at the same time. Meeting a new master was always like that. I put on a pair of split short pants to cover the leather straps, because those absurd things were all the rage, and that was the kind of revealing nonsense that slaves were expected to wear. Black glossy textile descended below my knees, with the legs split on both sides so they flapped around and got in the way. They were tight as hell around the crotch too, and that was a problem due to how uncontrollably erect I was at that moment. I looked freaking stupid with that obvious bulge, and not very gracious at all. I listened carefully, and heard no sound from outside, so it seemed I still had a bit of time. I grabbed my dark-red silk shirt before I left the room.

I sat down in the living room, in one of the comfortable couches, attempting to calm down with breathing exercises, because I knew that my own fear and state of excitability was a huge part of the problem. Who would my owner be? Would he be mean, or nice? Was he going to make me do things so depraved I couldn't even imagine them, or would he be completely distant? I wasn't sure what I'd even prefer. A strong master? Clever? Sexy? Demanding? Relaxed? My mind ran wild, and it didn't help. I was so darn horny! No matter the details, I couldn't help but wish for someone healthy, assertive enough, and with a large dick. Yeah, I know that's a superficial consideration, but my asshole of a manager insisted on keeping me chaste between guests, to make me welcoming, and only unlocked me on the day they arrived, so I took what I could get. Besides, hesitant tops frustrated me because I had to do their job for them while knowing exactly what a better master I'd be if our roles were reversed.

I suddenly realized that I was gently tugging on my golden nipple piercings. Little ripples ran through my sensitive flesh and my overexcited bits reacted to the teasing. To force myself to stop, I put on the silk shirt. It was a close fit, meant to be too short, but it did look impressive. Not all slaves got to wear silk, and I wore it well. I had panache. Many of my fellow colleagues didn't get this. My future owner didn't know how lucky he'd be to have me.

Rumble outside. There he was! Someone coming up the front staircase. My blood burned with the shot of adrenaline as I grasped that this was it. No more time to simmer in unbearable anticipation, yet these last few seconds seemed to last eternally. The presence stopped at my floor as I rushed to the door and stood ready. It approached, heavy and brisk. Someone'd been eating their vegetables, I was sure. A tired sigh sounded as a single bag was dropped, right in front of the door. The suspense killed me. I wished it was over already, but I refrained from opening the door for him before he was ready. I wanted to make absolutely sure the master was ready to come in, so I wouldn't intrude on him before then -- I knew how stressful it could be to meet someone new, even when you were on top. However, there was no significant delay: I heard keys ringing and messing with the lock. My cue!

Once I began moving, I couldn't really stop. Everything was easy. The nervousness was consumed, becoming energy. An aggressively slutty grin formed, but I kept it in my mind only. From the outside, I showed only docile, proper deference. I put on a warm tamed smile. A nice, dutiful male. I unlocked and opened the door, stepping aside so I wouldn't be in master's way, but not so much that I'd disappear. I wanted to be the first thing he'd see. Suddenly, we were both revealed.

My heart initially leapt. He was splendid! A young coastal dragon -- roughly my age -- fit and alert. His eyes shone with the faint glow of dying embers, and they immediately scanned the entry hall and landed on me with surprise. Most of his body appeared covered in deep sky scales, but his neck, forearms and the end of his tail gleamed of turquoise like the shallow sea. A blindingly white mane ran from his stout little antlers to the end of his long lively tail. He was too warmly dressed for the season, wearing quality clothes which included a jazzy fur-trimmed black jacket with abstract undulating flame-like streaks. Clearly, his wealthy family were warned about our continental climate, and they overcompensated in trying to be prepared. The clothes prevented me from seeing his naked chest underneath, though it had to also be turquoise and epically sexy. I couldn't wait to bask in its glory, and rub it, and generally take good care of it. I have a sixth sense for these things, my intuitions never lie!

Anyway, I could scarcely believe how lucky I was, immediately falling under his casual charm. My every instincts screamed that he was a top; the flames on his jacket told me he might be a slightly introverted male, although assertive enough to attempt to compensate that with "cool" clothes. He did pull it off well enough, and it seemed clear he wasn't one to hide. He looked like honest fun! At once, I wished toget in his good graces.

Something was wrong, though. The dragon's webbed hands froze with the keys in them, and he stared. He kept composure, but he was shocked. I wasn't what he expected. Disappointment? That information drove searing steel into my chest. I buried the pain, for I couldn't start wincing in front of him, could I?

-- Welcome, master! Please, come in!

I was about to go ahead with my introductory lines about myself and how I'd be his humble temporary property, dedicated to his enjoyment and service, but he wasn't stepping in. His long elegant whiskers coming out of both sides of his snout barely moved.

-- What the hell is this?

That had never happened to me, and I had no clue how to handle the situation. At first I thought he was expressing severe disappointment. In me!? It was awful. I felt gutted right there on the spot.

-- My name is Nilo. I'm sorry if you expected someone different, but I'm afraid I can't be replaced easily... We are associated to the lodgings, so to speak. I assure you that I'm quite capable, and I'll do anything I can to-

The dragon shook his head.

-- No, I meant, what are you doing here at all? Did I get the wrong address? Ugh, this country is so confusing. No one cares to explain anything! I hate this.

I became confused in turn. I rubbed my pointy mouse snout with a stylish motion, still definitely wanting to impress him.

-- Why do you think you have the wrong address? I was expecting you, master.

-- Huh? No, you must have the wrong person. I'm looking for the empty apartments on the campus. The ones provided by, umm, EAU or something?

-- East Axom University, yes, that's... here, master. You're already on campus and these are the apartments, but none of those are empty, strictly speaking. I'm your live-in slave. I come with the lodgings to ensure a comfortable and worry-free stay, so that you can focus on your studies. This is the only apartment that had a new arrival planned today, so you must be at the right place.

He blinked and looked at the number on the key in his hand, and noted that it did match the number next to the door. Damn, he was so adorable! It took a second or two.

-- You're my what, now?

-- Your live-in slave. Didn't anyone tell you?

-- No! No one tells me shit! Fucking hell. I'm sorry, it's nothing against you. I'm just completely thrown.

-- I understand, master. Please, there's no need to apologize about anything. Since the confusion is cleared up, would you like to come in and rest? I'm certain you've traveled a long way. We should take things slowly, and I'll answer any questions you may have when you feel ready to ask them.

-- You're right. The journey was demanding, and I'm extremely weary. Plane was awful.

My new dragon owner picked up his bag before I had time to offer to take it myself, and moved right into the entry hall. He crossed the small room and leaned into the main hallway to check out the layout of his new residence, which alone cost his family more than most people can earn in a year. He didn't look amazed, nor underwhelmed.

-- Would you like me to take your bag, master?

-- No, that's fine, and you won't ever move my things. Don't call me master, either. I prefer "sir" or "Sir Quezal." Where's the dining room?

-- Of course, Sir Quezal! Please, follow me. Would you like me to prepare food or drink?

-- Don't offer stuff unprompted, that annoys me. I'll tell you when I want something.

I revised my early estimates while I hurriedly showed the way. Despite my master's casual presentation and sporty appearance, he bossed me around without a hint of hesitation, like someone used to being served. Learning that I belonged to him had caused his attitude to shift. I stood ready as we reached the dining room. It was simple and spacious, with handmade wooden furniture that made up in elegance for what it lacked in personality. He examined it, and made no comment. I still didn't know if he was pleased. I attempted to make him talk to me.

-- May I ask for your first name, sir?

He ignored me. No need to answer the trivial questions of slaves. I kept my protestations inside while he pulled a chair from under the table to sit down. He turned it so he could see me. As soon as he sat, the dragon appeared to lose some tension. He obviously hadn't lied about his journey taking a lot out of him. He finally bothered to observe me with attention, but soon turned away. Despite my considerable skills at reading people, I couldn't tell what he thought. As payback, I stone-faced him as well when his gaze briefly returned to decipher my expression. I raised one eyebrow. "Two can play this game." I didn't say it out loud, though. I wasn't stupid. Instead, I waited. He seemed amused. A few more seconds passed. His expression became warmer, but something made him uncomfortable. I had initially assumed he was merely being rude out of a sense of superiority, but no. He avoided looking at me in the eyes. I intimidated him, somehow, but that didn't make sense if he was used to having servants around.

-- You appear sympathetic enough, slave. I'm lost and alone in this land, and I expect I'll need to rely on you a lot. It's just...

He hesitated.

"What did you say your name was?"

This guy was hard to pin down, but I was happy to repeat my name for him.

-- Nilo, sir.

-- I'm Sorham of the Quezal family. Have you heard of us? Be honest.

-- No, sir, I haven't.

He shrugged.

-- I'm not surprised. Few people know about the leaders of lands that aren't their own, especially one that's comparatively unimportant. It doesn't matter. My point is that I've had slaves before, but none quite like you. I'm not sure how to feel about you.

-- In what way?

-- You're a pleasure slave, correct?

I couldn't stop the teasing grin from forming. I finally began to get the issue.

-- It's one of my functions, yes. And?

-- And, you're, well... You're male.

There. I nodded teasingly.

-- Ah-ha. Yes. I'm male. You're male. We're both males. Is that a problem?

-- It could be.

-- This makes you uneasy, sir?

-- Yes, it does.

Bitter disappointment filled me to the brim. I had so looked forward to rubbing my naked form against his. It must be understood: Sorham was really fucking sexy.

-- You know, we don't have to do anything if it doesn't appeal to you. I'll serve in other ways.

Sorham squinted, his penetrating eyes doing quite a number on my body's biochemistry. The bulge in my pants began to reappear to my extreme embarrassment.

-- That is _not_the problem. It's really the other way around.

Witnessing my confused expression, the coastal dragon stood up and continued:

"I didn't ask to come here. Father studied at this University, many years ago, so today it's a family tradition. A status thing. Everyone must attend the most prestigious continental school, to show how awesome we are, and to keep flattering the big names he needs to remain in power. It's how he got elected, you know. 'Vote for me, get continental money!'It's distasteful, but I'll never get to do anything about it. Sixth in line, youngest of my brothers. The family's assets will never be mine, so I get to shut up and do what my father and brother tell me to do to preserve our image. In exchange, I lack for nothing."

-- Not the worst deal, in the world.

-- No, not the worst. So here I am. Everything's been arranged. As for you, I don't believe you've been picked for me at random. It's this old-fashioned idea that taking male slaves as sexual trophies makes one more manly, more of a conqueror. It's a status thing. Embarrassing."

I gave him a good-natured chuckle.

-- Haha! A stereotypically dragon attitude. Especially on the continent! Conquer rivals, break them, make them yours and loyal. Proof of power, and so on. Females are for showing tenderness. Males are for exerting dominance.

-- Precisely. That old bullshit. I'm appalled that so many of us take these traditions seriously. In my case, though, I'm afraid that this stuff appeals to me, and more than a little. I guess I'm verydragon, in this. Father would be proud, for once... I've managed to resist such opportunities so far, but this -- you -- this is bad.

-- Why?

Brutally, he was up. The heavy chair slid back from the sudden motion. Before I could say or think anything, he'd grabbed me by the collar and drawn me very close. I was surrounded by his forceful presence, flattened against his chest. He held me there, controlling. Whoa! I felt Sorham's scaly fingers against my warm neck, under my collar. I might as well have been naked compared to him, and he was much stronger than I was. The indisputable fact was that he could do whatever he wanted to me. It was intoxicating; intimidating but also enticing in dark formless ways. He was too much! I'd never developed such a sudden crush on any of my previous masters. I didn't know what to make of his fresh saltwater aura, or of the rumble of his breath beneath his chest. Dragon lungs are different; they make this deep purr in which it's so easy to get lost. I looked up to him. He avoided me in shame, yet he pressed me a bit harder, feeding on my warm, helpless presence. His other hand reached under my shirt, above my hip. It wanted to explore, but it stopped, paralyzed.

-- Don't play dumb, mouse slave! You know why. Look at yourself, completely mine and helpless. So exquisitely appealing. You'll be there, all day, every day! Within reach... Gah!

His voice diminished into a frustrated whisper as he slowly released my collar to pat the side of my muzzle. He touched my face, playing in my hot fur. He seemed utterly embattled with himself, with me stuck in the middle. It was strangely arousing, but luckily he was too absorbed to notice my raging erection. I bid my time.

"I could use you in many ways; tame you into whatever I desire. Nothing to stop me or limit my playfulness. I want it so badly... but I can't give in to these impulses. I don't want to be like that."

Sorham was about to withdraw, I sensed it. I swiftly placed my hand on his firm forearm to keep him in place. Success! He guilt-tripped hard, and I needed to calm him down. I moved even closer against him and gently latched on to his jacket. He might've been uneasy, but I wasn't. I felt right safe within his male presence, powerful and delicate at the same time. There was something magical about him, and my whole being told me there wasn't a single bad scale on that dragon, despite his high-handed manners. Teasingly, I grab the zipper of his jacket between my teeth, and I began to pull down.

"No, stop."

He said that but he let me continue.

-- It's okay, sir. I'm with you. Allow me to make you a bit more comfortable. It's way too early in the season for that jacket anyway.

I grinned and took a small step back. I went around my new master and slowly removed his excess of clothes. He wore a dark red thin shirt under the first layer. I snuck a few unnecessary pats of his shoulders while taking the jacket off. He didn't notice. I folded the heavy garment over a chair, and then I returned close to him, under his stare. I leaned into him. His breathing was heavier.

"Isn't that better?"

-- You don't understand.

-- I do. You're afraid you'll be mean to me. You're not sure how far you'll go. You have crazy sounding fantasies floating around your head. Maybe some are cruel and degrading. It scares you that the thrill of power over me appears so arousing. You think something might be wrong with you. Am I right, sir?

Sorham gazed at me. It was pretty clear he wasn't sure how he felt about being accurately assessed by a humble slave. It annoyed him a bit, but he was also relieved. He sighed and his expression softened.

-- Yes.

I gently caressed his solid shoulders, shamelessly enjoying the opportunity.

-- You also want to be mean to me, sir. The mere thought of it is exciting. You wish you could be free of that guilt to unleash your dominating desires. You want to see me low, shivering, bent and stripped utterly naked before you. Wallowing in my obedience and humiliation as you possess me, enjoy me, display your towering control. You want to have me at your disposal, knowing you can take me whenever you wish it, however you wish it, because I'm your property. Still accurate?

Acceptance and ego battled it out in my hot dragon. He appeared about to look away, but instead he shook himself up and locked eyes with me, squinting, refusing to be bullied by a slave. Oh, how delightful he was.

-- ... Yes.

I adopted a mock frown of judgment. It pissed him off a bit more, but it was worth it to drive my point home. Of course these feelings were relatable, and shared by many. It was nothing to freak over. Simultaneously, I placed my hands around his waist to pull myself to him. My hands slipped under his shirt a teensy bit. I suddenly laid my face down against his defined chest. I sensed it through the cloth and rubbed my sharp rodent muzzle against his tough pectorals. The feeling was divine! The life contained in his fit body and responsive muscles irradiated through me, reaching straight to my already insane erection. My new master still tolerated my behavior. However, I was being very bold, and we both knew it. I couldn't help celebrating that he was mine! All mine! The thrill was real!

-- Well then, sir. Are you ready for me to tell you exactly what's wrong with you?

My dragon decided to go ahead and regain face. He'd been sufficiently vulnerable in front of a slave for a single evening, and understood what I was getting at. He seemed reassured, and confident enough to go ahead with this.

-- No need. I'm not dumb; I can tell where this is headed. I imagine you're going to tell me that nothing's wrong with me, and that it's fairly normal to have rough fantasies? That I should trust myself more to explore this side of me without guilt, while making a permanent effort to remain mindful of the consequences of my real actions? Something along those lines?

I flashed a playfully cocky smile. I knew he was smart.

-- No, sir. What's wrong with you is that you haven't undressed me yet, despite my repeated provocations.

Sorham still held back. And I was sure that'd do it! Unbelievable. The dam was about to give, though. I whispered under my breath with a pout, but I made sure he could hear:

"Pussy."

In a blink I was grabbed by the collar and shoved on the table on my back. Master pinned me down with his left hand, while his right forcefully tugged on the legs of my split pants. Despite how tight they were around my waist, they were easily pulled down to my knees, instantly revealing the leather straps harnessing my flawless butt, as well as my massive erection, which jumped in full view. Even I was surprised at how fast it happened. Held down on the table with my pants lowered and my extreme arousal for him to see, a lot of my previous cockiness drained from me. The dragon's eyes widened. He observed the harness I was wearing instead of underwear. Then, his sight lingered on my aroused dick. I blushed. He witnessed exactly how interested I was in becoming his personal little slut, and taking his dragon cock deep up my ass. It was rather difficult to act sassy after that. He took a firm hold of my helpless erection with a terrible smirk that said: "That's mine."

-- You're exceedingly confident, for a slave.

Oh, we were reaching the zone, I felt it! Time dilated. My senses expanded as something shifted low beneath my stomach. I was so fucking nervous, and yet my arousal flared insanely! It occurred to me that my manager was right: I was in love with trouble. My cock was given a harsh possessive squeeze. Holy shit, Sorham was strong! I gasped silently and arched my back. I couldn't help but throw another defiant grin to that mighty noble dragon who could make of me whatever he wished.

-- I've heard that before, sir.

He flipped me around like a crepe, and shoved me down on my belly. His unstoppable hand grabbed my butt. His palm and clawed fingers sank deep into my crack and reached under my balls. His other hand took my left arm and twisted it behind my back. He was very firm, but it didn't hurt. Not quite. It could've; I sensed the tension in my shoulder. I sure as heck couldn't move.

-- Guess I'll have to be the one to adjust your behavior, then. That doesn't sound too unpleasant. Besides, it's what you wanted, clearly.

I suddenly detected it: the intimate and inimitable sensation of rough scaly fingers touching my sensitive anus. I twitched but I couldn't act much. I heard the rumble, louder than before as he blew searing air over my exposed ass and lower back. I was about to say something else to rile him up, but he twisted my arm ever so slightly more. His sharp grip tightened over my rear. The sting made me yelp feebly. I was silenced and I waited in my place.

"Tail up."

I whipped my pink mouse tail for him. I sensed that I wouldn't summon the will to provoke any further. He was on top, then, and there was little need to do anything more. I realized how true that was when he spat in his hand and rubbed it along my crack quite a few times. I felt cold air between the movements as my ass became increasingly wet with dragon spittle. Moments later, I heard his pants getting undone. His large dragon dick slid tightly between my cheeks. It was hot, almost burning! Without ever releasing the pressure on my body, the hand holding my arm let go and stroked down my back slowly, enjoying my shape under the silk. Then, he crumpled my shirt upward and made me take it off completely, so that I was fully naked for him. He took in the sight of my exposed shoulders, back, and round harnessed butt before him. Then, he squeezed my humid cheeks together around his cock, pushing and pulling slowly, teasing my hole with his flesh. God damned, I was so horny! I couldn't stop myself and moaned a bit more submissively than I would've liked.

"Beg me."

My senses were being overwhelmed, so a few seconds were required for the words to reach my brains.

-- What? Sir?

Sorham spread my cheeks wide open, and prodded my overexcited anus with the tough tip of his cock, but he didn't drive it in. My own hardened sex shivered pathetically under me, leaking. Fuck, I needed it! What was he waiting for?

-- You'll learn your place with me, slave. I can see you want this even more than I do, so beg. Beg me to rail you hard on this table. Beg, and make it convincing. I want my male absolutely broken to my will. Not merely pretending.

Uh oh. There was a profoundly satisfied smile floating in his tone that made me worried I was about to get way more than I bargained for. Had he noticed how desperate I was? Was he not above weaponizing this? His initial hesitations led me to assume he'd land on the soft and indulgent side of dominant, letting me power bottom as usual, but suddenly I wasn't so sure.

He resumed rubbing his epic boner snugly between my cheeks, but no pounding ensued. Instead, when I failed to give in, he cruelly shifted, and began to steadily stroke my lower back with his heavy dick. Aw, come on! I whined and pressed my offered rear against him, but he didn't give a damn about my petty complaints. He chuckled derisively and offered my butt a good hard slap. Hurh! It hurt, but it was freaking good! He wanted to watch me grovel, and he knew he'd have what he wanted. That wasn't something I ever had to do with my previous masters... It felt incredibly low and daunting. I wanted to look cool and appealing for my new master! Grovelling for cock wasn't bold or provocative, it was pathetic! And yet, I knew that it was the way to get what I so urgently desired! Before long, I was so needy that I heard myself beg to be reamed and used.

-- Please, um, please sir.

He didn't relent. He mocked my halfhearted effort, and slapped my ass again, harder. It was hard to get the words out. Even as a slave, I'd never been so deep in the sub zone, so whipped. It was terrifying how easily my resistances melted in the presence of this sexy dragon. I twisted and turned to see his face. A mistake. He grinned triumphantly as he contemplated the resignation in my eyes. He saw it before I was aware of it, and I grasped the depth of my subjugation when it was mirrored in his gratified expression. I broke and fell to the place he'd chosen for me. The total disgrace was mine to soak. The shame singed, but what it added was incredibly intense.

"Please, sir, f-fuck me."

He shook his head.

-- Doesn't sound like an honest little slut to me. I can see you shiver under my touches; I noticed your gaze lingering on me. Plead like the subby defeated bitch you are.

He had me right where he wanted. There were no other options. I couldn't believe it. Holy hell did he turn my sassy slave persona against me. I never saw it coming.

-- Damn it. Fine! I beg, okay? I want it so fucking much! Please, use me as your humble fuck-toy, and ram me hard and deep with your harsh dragon dick! I'll do anything, sir, I'll say anything! You don't understand! I've been locked up in chastity for months! I need it! I'll grovel, whatever you wish! Come on! What must I do? What must I say? Please!

Heck, it didn't feel great to be so deeply revealed. I'd never been quite as vulnerable as in this moment, but at the same time my dick appeared about to explode. It pulsed with a level of arousal that I'd never reached or thought possible before. My dragon had tamed me so darn easily! What awful, horrible bliss!

A mercilessly soft scaly hand grabbed my chin and oriented me properly on the table, facing away. For the briefest second, there was a flash in my mind of myself with an apple shoved in my muzzle. His other hand took a firm hold of my round ass and aligned it. Another rich, deep breathy rumble before master spoke.

-- That wasn't so hard, was it, slave? From now on, you'll always be honest with me, just like right now. Got it?

-- Yes, sir. I got it.

-- Good. I won't be the only one to open up, that's for sure.

On this, at long last, master began to make me his. I squealed with his power when he shoved forward, tightening his firm grip on my chin and butt to keep me in place. His stiff, taut flesh forced its way up my ass, delightfully vanquishing resistance on the way. Boy, did my body ever react as his length rubbed my sensitive hole! My entire form tensed up helplessly with the deeply erotic glimmer of pain. I served in my place, accepting his dominance whole while his controlling presence swallowed me in a torrent of abject submissive sensations. He wasn't exactly fast, but he was unstoppable and mighty, stretching and filling me with perfect rhythm, only allowing me to moan and soon to scream while my gorged dick and balls swayed with every rough impulse of his hips on my beaten bum.

I couldn't take that unbearable pleasure for long, and reached for my own tormented dick, but Sorham immediately released my chin and hip to grab both of my arms and once more bring them in my back. He kept pounding me with undiminished purpose.

"No," he said with a devilish shine on his perfect grinning fangs. "Haughty slaves need to be punished, not rewarded."

A primitive wail of frustration and grief escaped me. I actually wanted to protest with as much snark as I could muster, but so complete was his dominion that I reflexively defaulted to pleading and whining. I could barely even speak at all with the devastating pleasure building up as he rammed me hard again and again.

-- Sir! No, please! Augh! I'm sorry! You know I-I- Humph! I only did it to make it easier for you to play rough! I swear, I wasn't truly defiant! I'd never! I submit... I'll- I'll be good! Please! Argh! Don't do this!

He refused to listen.

-- Oh, but you're not the only one who can read people. I can tell you won't be truly satisfied unless the punishment is real. Don't worry. Your arrogant act won't last long with me. You'll comprehend your place soon and stay there, exactly how I want you. You got me started, now. You won't get away with ironic humility on my watch. Never fear, though. We'll get along famously once you've been properly disciplined. We begin immediately. Thank me for the lesson, mouse slut.

He shoved into me with sudden power. I yelled.

-- Y-yes, sir! Thank you for the lesson!

Everything I most feared and for which I had hoped towered over me. I'd met my match. I shut my eyes and embraced my unspeakably sexy doom, spreading my cheeks just a tad wider for my dragon master. In response, he drove his victorious manhood that much deeper so that I'd feel the rigorousness of my surrender. It appeared clear in that specific moment that a year with Sorham would be a wholly different experience from any of my three previous masters. I'd taste real submission, and I couldn't do anything about it. I'm not even sure I would if I could.

Sure enough, soon Sorham finished up and seeded me plentifully, up my rump and all over my anus. I assumed he was done, but to my surprise, he instantly readied up for round two, decided to teach me how to satisfyingly swallow hardened dragon cock.

That first evening, I therefore learned to shut up and wait on my knees with my muzzle open, despite my own raging urges. I learned to accept my master's orders quickly and without attempting to negotiate, as I was left marinating in my arousal all night long, hands and paws bound at the foot of his bed with my erection just out of reach.

I got "broken in", alright. Oh yes, and I took to it fast. The year went by, day by day, week by week, and Sorham turned out to be a fair and lively master, once I was used to his demanding style. However, he never let me forget that I was completely his -- he enjoyed that a lot.

At this point, though, so did I.