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"The Other Side of the Fence, pt. 2"

by WolfHound Baxton

Sigmund (c) Sigmind Hvittann

Others (c) me

It was a warm summer day in the city of Richfield, made all the warmer by the rumbling automobiles, humming AC units, and thousands of rushing bodies moving back and forth. Sigmund moved quickly down the street towards his destination, keeping his head high as he could. The black wolf's clothes were still soaked from the night before, darkening the brown splotches on his fur also. The piercings visible in his ears and nose marked him as probably not the typical homeless person, but the passers-by on the streets hastened away at his approach, partly in disgust at his motley appearance and also partly out of the fear that he would ask them for change. Such is the fallacy of the mind that believes it can avoid guilt by avoiding a request for charity. He still wore his leather slave collar, marked with his name in lowercase letters. His attempts at removing the collar last night had proven in vain.

Sigmund looked at the addresses on the buildings, noting the numbers. He didn't have a phone, but he'd managed to borrow one from someone and text the number on the card Arcturus had given him. It was only by extreme fortune he got a response shortly afterwards, leading him to a downtown address. Finally, Sigmund came to the address he recognized. 4102.

Sigmund entered the building, the interior of which contrasted greatly from the outside. The air-conditioned air was much cooler, almost chilling Sigmund as he entered from the heat outside. The dim interior also presented a shocking contrast to the summer sun. The floor of the building was marble and covered with intricate design patterns. At the far end of the lobby was a receptionist's desk. A few people in the building looked at the wet, disheveled looking wolf quickly at him then turned back to whatever they were doing, pretending not to notice.

Sigmund nervously approached the receptionist's desk, putting his paws on it and looking at the female there, a slim and attractive feline who looked over his shabby appearance with barely-concealed disdain.

"I'm here because Arcturus sent for me," said Sigmund.

The woman tilted her head and then leaned forward, looking down Sigmund's body and then up it with the eyes of a livestock judge who examined a sickly feral goat and found it deficient. He only had his rather tall stature to prevent him from looking completely pathetic.

"One moment, sir," said the receptionist as she picked up the phone on her desk and dialed a number. She waited a moment for the other line to pick up and then looked at Sigmund with a skeptical disgust, then back to the phone again as she spoke.

"Mistah Armorius," she said with what sounded like an intense New Jersey accent, "There's a genleman here waiting to see you, sir." She waited for a moment and then nodded.

"Mhm... yea..."

The feline receptionist then looked back up at Sigmund "Name, sir?"

"Sigmund Hvittann."

"Riiiiiight," she said, skeptically before getting back on the phone.

"Yes sir,... right sir. I'll send him up right away."

The woman sighed and then looked at Sigmund, drawing in a long breath and then saying as matter-of-factly as possible. "Mr. Armorius will see you now, sir. thirtieth floor. Room 3022."

"Right," Sigmund said as he went to the elevator. The ride seemed to take forever. He tapped his foot and breathed deeply as he looked at the ascending floor numbers above the door. "What am I getting myself into?," he thought. But he felt as if he didn't have much choice. He hadn't had a job in three years. His biological family had disowned him, and he was stuck homeless on the street with no skills, money, or employment history. It was either Arcturus or the streets. As the elevator came to a stop at the thirtieth floor, Sigmund lowered his head and nodded to himself, reassuring himself that he'd rather end up with whatever Arcturus had in mind for him than be a homeless street beggar.

As the elevator door opened, Sigmund exited the elevator and found himself in a silent hall with carpeted floors, lined with closed private offices on each side. The silence of the hall gave Sigmund a chill on his spine. He looked at the doors until he found Room 3022, rather close to the elevator. He tried at the doorknob and found it unlocked.

As Sigmund entered the room, he saw the figure of a suited male talking on a cell phone, an office chair turned to face away from the door and towards the windows. As he talked on his phone, his other paw held a huge cigar, smoke trailing from its tip.

"Yes.. Yes I assure you he'll work out well, if he's anything like he was when I last saw him," said the male, reaching over to ash his cigar into a strange-looking ashtray during the pause. The ashtray had a metal ring, sloping down and narrowing in the middle and a dark chasm in the middle, leading down to wherever the ash and cigar butts ended up. This ashtray was atop a wooden box that seemed suspiciously oversized for its function, and Sigmund's ears perked up as he swore he heard coughing coming from inside the "ashtray."

"Yes... Yes... He just came in my office right now. Sure, I'll get him started right away.

The male hung up and pocketed his phone, taking a deep drag on his cigar, now reduced to a smallish butt, before tossing it into the "ashtray" carelessly, then spinning around to look at the wolf in front of him. The professionally-suited male was revealed to be a tiger/wolf hybrid, white with black stripes. Sigmund recognized him as Arcturus, the same leather Dom whom he had met three years ago at the Leather Talon, but with one exception - he was missing his left eye, filled only by a glass substitute that lacked none of the glow and life of the other one. Diagonally slashed across his eye socket and muzzle was a great scar that looked as if it had been left by a claw or perhaps a slashing weapon.

"Well... welcome to Augustine Enterprises, boy." said the hybrid. "This, as I'm sure you can see, is my office."

"Eh, Sir..." began Sigmund, seeming somewhat uncomfortable and unnerved for some reason. "What exactly happened to..."

"Oh this? ..." interrupted the hybrid, pointing to his eye as if it were just a flesh wound "... malfunctioning equipment." After a pause he continued, "It can be a hazard in some of our ... heavier industries."

"Ah Sir, sorry to hear ..."

Arcturus waved his hand dismissively at the dog as he got up. "It's nothing. You think I'm vain, boy?"

"No, Sir."

"Very good then boy," said the hybrid, standing up and walking slowly over towards the wolf, examining his ragged appearance with some disdain. "This... will not do."

"What's this all about, I thought you wanted me here because you were going to collar me? Sir, I have no home and no job. I don't know where I'm going to get my next meal! Tell me you brought me up here for a reason!," said Sigmund.

The hybrid laughed as he looked at Sigmund's leather collar and the clawmarks on it, the signs of his hasty attempt to remove it from his neck. "I see that fatass bear of yours wasn't much of a Master after all. I would have had that attitude broken out of you in minutes, boy."

Sigmund growled lightly at this assertion, eying up the hybrid.

Arcturus backed up slowly to his desk, reaching behind him and grabbing an implement from it, a switchblade knife. He pressed the button on it, causing the blade to spring from its hiding place with a sharp slicing sound.

"Hey what's the idea!?," said Sigmund as he assumed a defensive pose. He had been trained in martial arts and was his old Master's bodyguard for a time.

"Shut up and hold still, boy!," responded the hybrid. "Or do you want that locked on your neck forever?"

Sigmund sighed and relaxed, lifting his muzzle up to expose his collared neck.

Arcturus approached, slowly and carefully, running the blade of the knife under the boy's collar.

"Hold very still, boy...," said Arcturus a moment before he quickly sliced the knife to the side, avoiding the boy's throat but severing the leather band in its weakest spot, the area that the wolf had been clawing at it the night before. As it fell to the ground, Arcturus kicked it into the corner as if it were a piece of trash.

"Your future belongs to us now, boy," said Arcturus

"Yes Sir," replied Sigmund.

"I'm already full on slaves, boy," said the hybrid as he walked over to and put his hand suggestively up against his giant 'ashtray.' "But my employer has similar tastes, and has expressed interest in you. He is one of the world's most powerful and wealthy men, Xarius Augustine. ... You're gonna have a nice life boy. Master Xarius is prepared to offer you a job with his company, and you will be trained to serve him at his private villa in Bastana as his personal bodyguard slave."

"Yes Sir," said Sigmund. He liked the sound of this. He was going to be owned by a rich and powerful Master, trained to serve as his bodyguard, and also have a nice job in an island paradise. What could go wrong? It was almost too good to be true.

The hybrid reached for a box on his desk and took a cigar from it, putting it in his muzzle and then lighting, it, a cloud of smoke rising as he puffed it. "There's just a few papers you're going to have to sign to make your little stay in Bastana legit. Have a seat, boy."

The hybrid motioned to a seat in front of the desk while he went to take his own behind it, grabbing a few papers and pushing them towards the wolf as he sat, leaning over to ash his cigar in his large "ashtray," again, bringing forth the sound of a few faint whimpers from inside it.

"Shut up and take it, bitch!," shouted Arcturus as he kicked the side of the ashtray, making a hollow ringing sound as he puffed on his cigar again, shaking his head some. "... malfunctioning equipment..."

Sigmund raised an eyebrow curiously at this but then looked down to the papers in front of him. Most of it was in legalese that was way over his head. He pondered for a moment, then took a pen from the desk and signed it anyway. It appeared to be just some paperwork that let him take part in a guest worker program authorized by the Bastanian government to make his stay legal. That was innocent enough. Sigmund shrugged and then signed the papers. It's not like he had anywhere else to go.

Later that night, it didn't seem like a bad suggestion. After their meeting Arcturus had him taken to a nice hotel room where he could clean up and presented him with a set of fresh clothes - very basic casual wear. Sigmund felt strange that he was being sent to meet one of the most powerful men in the world in shorts and a t shirt and nothing else, but the excitement of the situation and all it promised overwhelmed him. Soon, he found himself on a very luxurious private jet owned by Xarius Augustine, taking him to Bastana.

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Waves of heat rose from the runway as the plane touched down at Bastana's airport. Land was scarce in this island nation, so Airport Island was artificially enlarged to accommodate the runways. Sigmund looked out the window from his seat as the plane landed, then unstrapped himself and got up, moving back over to the comfy couch as the plane began to slowly taxi over to its hangar. The interior of the jet was very well-appointed, with leather couches, its own galley, and a full service staff. Sigmund picked up one of the pamphlets that was in a pouch by the side of the couch and began to read.

Bastana was a collection of small islands located in the ocean between the Old World and New World, surrounded by shallow reefs. It was first populated centuries ago by the survivors of shipwrecks and later became important as a naval station and for its vineyards, now shut down today. The islands had transitioned to a tourist economy, sheltering those from the Old and New Worlds who wanted to escape their lives for some fun on the beach or at a classy resort. Bastana had something for everyone. Indeed, this was the island nation's motto. One could visit a historic winery, a quaint reminder of the island's humbler past, next to one of Bastana's infamous nude beaches. The island also hosted a number of banks, given to savings and loan practices that would be questionable on the mainland. It was a convenient place to put your money if you didn't want to be traced (or taxed), or to get a loan you might not otherwise get, provided you offer a few extra securities, sometimes your own body. In addition to all this, Bastana hosted a number of clubs that in many other places of the world would be scandalous in nature. While orgy clubs were not unknown in different parts of the world - even Richfield hosted one - , they proliferated in a very large number for such a small island, and rumors abounded of "private" events in such clubs and other places that pushed the boundaries of acceptable to the very limits. Sigmund knew about much of this, and all of it raced through his mind as he read the thoroughly wholesome tourist leaflet with the standard guides, ads, plugs, and silly little map. It struck him that he was currently on his way to Xarius Augustine, arguably the unofficial monarch of these islands, to be collared and taken as his slave, and that it was something he willingly had gotten himself into.

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The sun shone brightly on this warm summer's day on Grande Island, the central island and capital of Bastana as Xarius Augustine took his rest on a chaise lounge on one of the many luxuriant balconies of his palatial villa. Xarius was a dragon, and one might be tempted to think he was of old aristocratic stock, as most dragons were, but he actually had an origin that was far more common, rising from a poor background to be a successful modern businessman. A gray-black dragon with dark green stripes up and down his chest and black horns protruding from his cheeks and his head, Xarius was an image of power and royalty. When standing, he was seven and a half feet tall, his back draped with huge leathery wings, the bends of which were marked by a single long claw each, curved inward. For now though, he relaxed and sipped his drink from a straw, a mixed drink of vodka and lemonade with ice. He seemed at peace with the world, wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses, a silver neckchain, and a pair of blue swimming shorts.

As Xarius reclined and enjoyed his drink, he was surrounded by four others, slaves by appearance. A deer, two bunnies, and a hyena. All four of them were male. The deer and bunnies were slim and had a sort of feminine look and behavior about them. The hyena on the other hand was muscular and masculine-looking, but wore the same gear and performed the same duties as the others. They fetched to refill his drink, bring him water, and rub his back and his wings, sometimes rubbing sun lotion on his body as he sighed in relaxation. All four of them were naked except for a very tight black thong, and wore leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Their necks were clasped with a technical metallic looking collar with some blinking lights and displays on it. All four of them were very docile, doing everything they could to please the dragon.

Sigmund looked around as he was escorted by a guard up to the gate of Xarius' private villa on the shore of Grande Island. It was surrounded by a thick iron fence with neatly trimmed hedgerows behind it. Around the villa were gardens full of statues, fountains, and shrubberies and the building itself was built in classical style.

A smallish meerkat who introduced himself as Chilves, opened the door for Sigmund and escorted him into Xarius' villa, bowing lightly to him as he entered the home. He spoke with a very refined and British-sounding accent as he said, "May I take anything for you, sir?"

Sigmund looked around the house in wonder at the huge entryway with its high vaulted ceiling. Either side of the hall was lined with statues of warriors and suits of armor, and the celings and walls also had rows of weapons from various eras arranged in interesting patterns. Sigmund smiled to himself and thought that Xarius looked like his kind of guy. Hearing the meerkat, he looked over him and nearly snickered at his appearance.

Chives was Xarius Augustine's personal butler and his slave, and as such was dressed appropriately for this role. On his neck he wore the same technological-looking metal collar with its blinking lights and readouts, but just below that was a bowtie and fake suit collar. He wore white suit cuffs on his wrists as well, but nothing more than the same tight black thong the Xarius' slaves on the balcony wore, hugging very tightly to his bulge.

"No, that's fine," said Sigmund.

"Mr. Augustine will see you now, sir," said Chives, motioning for the wolf to follow him, leading him up to the balcony.

The entry hall of the villa was humongous with ornate columns supporting it in the middle. A grand staircase at the back of the hall led up to a balcony around the top of the entry hall.

Sigmund followed the meerkat, curiously looking at all of the strange and expensive art that Xarius had collected. Some of it was standard, antique art - large oil paintings that looked like they had been made a couple hundred years ago, with ornate frames. Some of them, though, had disturbing themes. One depicted a fox knight, his armor stripped and laying in the corner, chained up in the lair of some horrifically twisted monster that was preparing to eat him. These pieces of art were displayed proudly alongside the others.

Finally, the meerkat butler brought Sigmund to the balcony that Xarius was taking his relaxation on, opening the door from him and letting the casually-dressed wolf inside.

The dragon smiled as he looked at Sigmund, taking one last sip from his drink then setting it on the stone ledge of the balcony, standing up and stretching out his wings, giving them a flutter as his slaves stood back and knelt.

"Ah... my newest pet," said Xarius with a smile. "Welcome to Bastana, where anything is possible." he said, walking proudly towards the wolf.

"It is indeed an honor to meet you Sir, said Sigmund, lowering his head a bit.

"So respectful already, boy. I see you've had training? Arcturus said that you would make a fine pet for me, and I'm glad to see it appears to be true.... Get on your knees, slave!"

"Yes Sir," said Sigmund, falling slowly to his knees, still dressed in his clothes. "I've known my whole life I was meant to be a slave, Sir. I've tried to fight it before, I know I can't"

"Then you know that a slave should not be clothed in the presence of his Master, boy.

"Yes Sir," said Sigmund, pulling off his shirt and throwing it to the side. As he did, Chives collected and draped over his otherwise bare arm before standing up straight and professionally, waiting for further orders. The four slaves who had been serving Xarius just knelt and looked at the floor of the balcony, letting their Master deal with the newcomer.

Master Xarius moved to the kneeling wolf, towering over him like a Colossus. Even if Sigmund were standing, he would still have been dwarfed by the powerful reptilian creature.

"Pants too, boy," said Xarius, glaring down at the pup.

Sigmund kicked off his shoes and squirmed quickly out of his pants, leaving himself nude and kneeling on the hard stone floor of the balcony, the hot Bastanian sun bearing down on his back as he held his head forward, looking down shamefully. His cock was rock hard, showing everyone there that he took enjoyment from his submission to Xarius.

"Chives!," shouted the dragon to his meerkat butler. "Bring the impliments. And take this wolf's clothes to the furnace. He won't be needing them any longer."

"Yes, Master Augustine," said Chives. The butler bowed lightly and collected Sigmund's clothes and entered the house.

The dragon ran the sharp, black claw of his forefinger along the base of the wolf's ear, and then down his cheek. "I hear you ran out on your last Master, boy. Well that won't be happening with me."

The wolf shook his head quickly and affirmed "no Sir it won't."

"Aww," said the Dragon with affection as he patted the wolf's head. "So touching that you are reforming your rebellious ways. Well. You'll be happy to know that I'm going to make absolutely sure that you can never leave your Master's service again. You're going to be a true slave, just like you said you know you were meant to be.

"Oh thank you Sir!," said Sigmund, looking up at the Dragon with a tear in his eye.

Just then, Chives re-entered from the house, carrying a silver tray with two silver covers over it, setting it on a nearby table. Chives pulled off the first cover, revealing one of the technological collars that Xarius' other slaves had, taking it and then walking over to the dragon, handing it to him.

Xarius held the collar above Sigmund, who bared his neck to receive it. As Xarius leaned down and clasped it around Sigmund's neck, it sealed with a light beep.

"Now you are officially my slave. The collar will never be removed. It has been sealed permanently around your neck. It will scan your body signs at all times and relay them to the Bastanian Department of Labor. It may be used to discipline you at any time with electric shocks, from mild to severe. It is coded to accept signals from a remote control issued to your owner. It also contains a GPS tracking device that will trace your location at all times and let us know where you are. And most importantly, it may never ever be removed. It has sealed for life around your neck.

"H... hey wait a minute!" said Sigmund, suddenly transformed back into his rebellious self that had got him here in the first place, pawing at his collar. "You can't just do this to me. R... real slavery is illegal!"

"What!?," said the dragon. "Did you think this was some sort of consensual BDSM relationship, boy!? That's for pussies! You're a real slave now, and you're a slave for life!"

"B.. but you can't."

"We have!," stated the dragon confidently. "Remember those papers you signed for Arcturus? You forfeited your life and rights to Augustine Enterprises in exchange for a work visa to Bastana... a permanent work visa. We will hold your passport, your money, and all of your assets from now on and dispose of them at our will. Of course, that's not an issue since your worthless ass didn't have anything to dispose of."

"This is ridiculous!" said Sigmund as he stood up, growling and pulling at the collar. "I'm outta he.. AAAAGH!" He screamed and pawed at his collar, falling on the stone floor in pain, rolling around and whimpering as a loud electric buzz emitted from his collar.

"I can leave this on until you die, dog!" snarled the dragon. "It won't matter as your life belongs to me now. Nobody will care. And besides... this country belongs to me."

Sigmund laid on the floor now, shuddering and looking up at the dragon with fear when the dragon finally stopped the shocker, satisfied that Sigmund would remain still now.

"Oh this will not do," said the Dragon, stepping forward and rubbing one of his clawed feet over Sigmund's sheath, now shrunken by his ordeal.

"Chives!," shouted the dragon as he snapped one of his claws together, causing the meerkat to immediately go into action, uncovering the other object on the silver tray and bringing it over to the dragon. It was a metal cock cage, but the inside of it was lined with punishing spikes that would dig painfully into the cock of anyone wearing it if he started to get an erection.

"Thank you, Chives," said the dragon as he picked up the cage from the tray and then looked down at Sigmund with evil intent.

"You're welcome, Master Augustine," muttered the butler slave politely, returning to his place.

"This," said the dragon as he waved the cock cage over the slave. "Is a device of my design, made for inferior beings such as yourself. I put it on all my slave property.

Sigmund's eyes went wide as he looked at the spikes on the cock cage.

"You see," continued Xarius, "I believe in the superiority of dragon males, like in the old days, over their subjects. And I think that it is immoral for non dragons, lesser beings as they are, to have sexual pleasure. That's why you will wear this cage, and receive punishment for becoming too ... mmm ... excited."

"P... please," begged Sigmund. "I'll do anything, just don't lock that thing on me, please!"

The dragon shook his head as he glared down to the pup. "You're going to have to learn boy, that you're now my property to do with whatever I please. That's what being a slave... er.. 'foreign guest worker', heheh, is all about."

Sigmund tried to get up and run for the door. Xarius simply pressed the shock button, sending the wolf back to his knees. Sigmund tried to crawl to the door, gasping and whimpering as the shocks tore into his flesh.

Xarius grinned and stood back, holding the shock button on his controller down as his other slaves moved into action to hold the rebellious wolf down. Chives stood by the door in a dignified pose awaiting his orders.

"Chives!," yelled Xarius, looking to his butler. "Fetch a set of heavy shackles, and a steel muzzle."

"Yes Master Augustine," said Chives as he left the room and brought back a series of shackles, interconnected by heavy chains, dropping them near the struggling wolf.

Xarius moved near the door and smiled down at the wolf, who snarled up to him and tried to snap at him before one of Xarius' harem slipped the steel muzzle over his face, sealing him in, puling his arms behind his back and attaching the heavy shackles, then shackling his legs as well before flipping him over, then moving back.

Xarius took the cage and then came forward and crouched down to the squirming wolf, stroking a claw over his cock lightly before attaching and locking the cage. He then reached up to rub the wolf's restrained head, a look of concern in his eyes.

"Boy," he said. "Don't think I'm doing this to you because I hate you, "said Xarius. "You wanted to be a real slave and be owned by a real Master who will use all of your abilities. Well, now you've got it. The greatest and most powerful Master in the world has taken an interest in you. You should feel grateful."

Sigmund sighed through his muzzle and shivered as the dragon gently rubbed him.

"You will fight for me, as my own personal soldier," continued Xarius, "but first you must learn your place."

The dragon once again stood up to his full height, puffing out his scaled and muscular chest, fluttering his wings once more as he gave an imperious gesture to his minions. "Take him to my chambers!," said the dragon. "And make sure that he is properly restrained.

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Sigmund awoke in a dark room, locked in a kneeling position on a plush mat. The room was lit by a dim whitish-blue light that only barely illuminated the black marble walls and floor. It was a very luxurious and ornate bedroom with an oversized bed that looked like it could hold several occupants at once. At the four corners of the bed were tall, thin posts made of richly carved stone and topped with a snarling gargoyle head. Above the bed was a series of monitors that showed several areas of Xarius' compound as well as different security stations all over the island. A small dining table sat nearby the bed as well as a long bookshelf and reading table and chairs by the walls. Black statues of draconic warriors in armor, with greatswords, battleaxes, and other war gear lined the walls of the room and guarded its entrance.

Sigmund whimpered and squirmed uncomfortably. He was still held in the steel muzzle and his arms were shackled in front of him, pulled up by a short chain that attached them to his collar, forcing him into a sort of "begging puppy" pose. Shackles on his ankles and on his upper legs were chained together, forcing him to kneel. He felt a tight discomfort between his legs and looked down, seeing the wicked chastity cage was still there. He had hoped for a moment that it was all a terrible nightmare, but now it was plain that this was all too real.

The door at the far end of the room opened, and Xarius entered calmly in his red bathrobe and slippers on his clawed feet, sipping a cup of tea before sitting down to his reading table and picking up the day's newspaper that was there. He pressed a button on the wall and instantly the room was filled with soft and relaxing classical music. The dragon of course already knew all the news in the islands, but he needed to check the papers from time to time to make sure they always printed the "correct" stories.

"Oh hi there," said Xarius calmly as he put down the paper and then looked over to the bound slave, kneeling on the pillow, pretending to be mildly surprised to see him. "I'm glad you could join me." Of course, the Dragon knew that Sigmund was there all the time. He had, after all, ordered him here.

Xarius took another sip of tea before standing up and walking slowly over to the bound wolf, looking down at him. "I trust you are enjoying your stay at this... ah well..." The dragon smiled and gestured to the grand room about him. "humble little seaside cottage of mine."

Sigmund just squirmed and muttered under his muzzle as the dragon slipped out of his slippers and then lifted one of his great clawed feet up and placed it on the boy's shoulder, pressing down with the weight of his heavy body.

"What was that boy? I couldn't quite hear you," said Xarius. "Perhaps if we take this muzzle off we can converse better. But before I can do that, I need to know that you're going to be respectful. You will call me Master and recognize that you're talking to a living god who can and will punish you to the hardest extremes for your insolence. You have two choices, boy. You can be a fighter for your Master, or your bits can be seagull food, you understand?"

Sigmund nodded very slowly.

"Good boy," said Xarius, petting the wolf's head as one would a dog. "I'm going to take this off of you now." He reached down and undid the clasps behind the wolf's head, pulling the boy's muzzle off and setting it to the side.

The wolf opened his muzzle, prepared to curse the dragon, but was cut short by a brief shock from his collar, triggered by the dragon pawing a control device he had in the pocket of his bathrobe, sipping his tea calmly in his other claw. "Oh don't think I didn't know what you were going to say. I've dealt with your kind before. I've dealt with plenty of losers like you who would have been nothing had they never come to me!"

The wolf just sat silently.

"I'm going to make you into a warrior, boy. Isn't that what you've always wanted to be?," said Xarius.

After a deep sigh the wolf nodded and responded. "Yes Master."

"But you've always had a slave soul and a warrior soul inside of you, and you've always asked yourself, 'How can I be both?'" isn't that right?

"Yes Master," said the wolf again.

"Well then you should be happy because you're my slave, and I'm going to make a warrior out of you. You'll be my personal champion in the Bloodgames, boy.

"What's that Master?," asked Sigmund, turning his muzzle to give a nuzzle at the Xarius' clawed foot. The dominant way in which the dragon carried himself began to inspire the wolf's submissive nature once more.

"It's a place that I provide for slave owners, such as myself, to showcase the strength and fighting skills of their guard slaves," said the dragon. "Sometimes these contests can get a little bloody, but that's the advantage of doing it here on Bastana, and I know you can handle that, right boy?" said the dragon, shoving one of his clawed toes at the wolf's muzzle.

"Yes Master, I can handle that," said the wolf, licking over the dragon's toe.

"That's what I thought slave." said the dragon. "I didn't pick you because you were a pushover. I picked you because you have fighting strength in you. I trust Arcturus when he tells me a boy is good. He was one of our best trainers. You need to keep me well-represented and put down the contenders that get too high and mighty."

Sigmund was flattered and blushed, opening his muzzle now he pressed it down on the dragon's toe, sucking it and running his tongue over it with eagerness, a light mrr of contentment escaping from his throat.

"Look at you, boy," said the dragon. "See, you know your place. All you need is a Master who won't take shit from you and who will use you for what you were made for."

The wolf nodded, squirming a bit as the situation excited him. He yelped, muffled through his mouthful of toes as his growing cock hit against the spikes of his chastity cage, causing him to squirm uncomfortably and whimper.

The dragon licked his lips at this sight, feeling something stir in his flesh as he watched. "You feel that huh boy? You like the feel of serving a superior male at your own expense."

The wolf blushed as he continued to suck the dragon's toes, the talk only making him grow more in the cage, straining its limits as the cruel spikes pressed painfully into his flesh.

"I can tell about you types because of experience. I've had a hard life, coming up from nothing and fighting my way to the top. I've been in three wars, shot at, shot down, and shot. I've watched my friends blown to bloody bits around me. And you get to know what a real man's like in times like that, and you get to know yourself. That's how I know I was born the God of Dragons. It's where I got what it takes to build up my business to what it is now. And it's also how I know no furred one is a true man, but now that you're with me I'll make you the best you can be." said the dragon.

Xarius took one last sip of his tea before setting it on a nearby table, then removing his foot from the wolf and pulling off his bathrobe, his wings slipping through special holes on its back. As he tossed his bathrobe aside, the full glory of his naked body was revealed. The exquisite tone of his arm, leg, and chest muscles was complimented by the horizontal scales running down his chest and belly. Between the dragon's legs though was a slit, not a cock and balls.

As the wolf looked up at this with a confused look on his face and gasped.

"You've never been with a dragon before, have you boy?," asked Xarius.

Sigmund shook his head, but not long before the dragon grabbed his headfur in a powerful foreclaw and pulled him forward, shoving his face into the slit on his crotch. "Get busy, boy! Your Master has a little surprise for you."

Sigmund began to lick the dragon's slit slowly, nuzzling it and sniffing In its unique scent.

The dragon grabbed the wolf's head with both claws now, snarling down at him as he pulled his head forward, shoving the wolf's muzzle into his crotch, actually spreading his slit out and fucking himself with the wolf's muzzle.

"Tongue, boy!," said the dragon. "Get fucking busy!"

The wolf whimpered, muffled inside this prison and began to lick, running his tongue along the interior walls of the dragon's slit, noticing something hard creeping up from the inside and rubbing against his tongue. He tried to pull back, freaked out, but was stopped by the powerful claw of the dragon holding him in.

The dragon moaned, thrusting forward into Sigmund's muzzle as his cock hardened up inside his cloaca. Xarius, like most dragons and others of reptilian race, had a cloaca instead of an external cock and balls. This dragon was gifted with a tool to rival any mammal's, but it was kept safely hidden inside his body until the time it was needed.

The dragon grinned and rrred softly in pleasure, the sight of the squirming and abused wolf under him filling him with lust. Sigmund gulped and groaned, his muzzle now being pushed out of the dragon's cloaca as it filled up, and the dragon's growing cock filled up his muzzle, leaving the wolf to suck the dragon's cock as he would any other now.

Xarius pinched one of Sigmund's ears and quipped at him, "I'm sure you know what to do from here on out boy.

"Sigmund nodded and sniffled, squirming painfully as his cock pressed out against the cage and began to suck on the dragon's cock, bobbing back and forth.

"The cock of a real male, a dragon male, was made inside of us to be kept safe. But on inferior mammals it was placed on the outside, for the sole purpose of punishment!," said the dragon as he pressed his clawed foot down against Sigmund's cage, causing the boy to yelp in pain as the spikes dug in, but the wolf continued to move his head up and down on the dragon's erection, nodding as he covered it in attention from his tongue like a practiced slave.

"Are you going to be a good boy now?" the dragon asked, grinning as he rubbed his claws behind the pup's head and smiled at him, licking his lips.

The wolf nodded around his mouthful of dragon cock, sniffling as the dragon pulled the dripping member out from his maw and then held the tip shivering at his nose, the tip of his ribbed dragon-cock dripping slowly with a mixture of Xarius' pre and Sigmund's saliva.

Xarius crouched down and undid the chains that held Sigmund in his kneeling position, but left his wrists shackled and chained to his collar. The dragon reached down and hooked a long chain leash to the wolf's collar and then led him over to the dragon's enormous bed.

Xarius shoved the wolf's head down into the soft covers and then vaulted himself up into the bed, pushing himself off of Sigmund's own body and positioning himself behind him, leaning forward and then pressing his cock up against the boy's vulnerable tailhole. He growled lowly and rubbed himself up and down, the wolf's spit and the copious pre dribbling from his cock and providing a lube more than adequate for the task. Grabbing the boy's sides, he thrust himself in, burying his mighty cock in the boy's tail.

Sigmund yelped as he felt the dragon split him open, the ribs digging into his sides as he was taken. He sniffled in pain as he was used, but the situation only made him more horny and needy himself, tortured all the more by the restrictive cock cage he wore.

"This is what your ass was made for, slave!" yelled the dragon as he delivered a slap to his boy's ass. "And you'll be used like this, and often."

Sigmund nodded to this, clenching his teeth as his tail wiggled a little. This was more painful and strict than he was used to, but at least his Master now would spend time with him, and he knew that it would never be tolerated if he got out of line again.

Xarius groaned, continuing to thrust into the boy as he felt himself coming close. He reached down to grab at the boy's balls and gave them a squeeze, eliciting a yelp from his chastised slave. He reached up and grabbed for the cage now, giving it a squeeze as well and causing the spikes to dig in again.

Sigmund yelped in pain and grabbed at the sheet covers as the spikes dug into his sensetive flesh, sniffing a bit as he tightened his ass reflexively. Xarius didn't mind though. He just groaned in added pleasure as he continued to hold that cage, squeezing it more now and then to tighten the boy's ass around his cock, milking his pleasure out of him.

Soon the dragon reached the verge of his climax, digging his claws into the fur and flesh of the boy's sides and pulling him back as he buried his bone deeper into him. Soon it could be held back no more and the dragon's cock exploded in a torrent of hot white jizz, filling Sigmund's ass as it dribbled down around the edges of his hole and onto the sheets. The dragon sighed as he came down from his orgasmic high and gave Sigmund's cage another little squeeze, bringing forth another little yelp and a squeeze on the dragon's cock.

"You've made a good start boy. You know what it's all about," said Xarius. "You'll be sent into training soon, but you'll be spending your nights with me. I'll guide you through your journey boy. I might be an asshole, but I'm also a teacher."

"Yes Master," said Sig looking back and sighing deeply. The pain was almost over, he hoped, except for the giant dragon cock now idly parked in his tailhole.

The next day, Sigmund started on his training to be his Master's warrior. It began with a few fitness tests then basic conditioning. Soon though, it would be revealed that the dragon had a darker purpose prepared for his new slave.

To Be Continued

Next Time: Sigmund begins training to be his Master's champion in what turns out to be a deadly bloodsport, but finds companionship once more along the way.