While He's Not Working
While He's Not Working
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Hey, folks!
A funny little something, featuring Daddy Gruff (!) and draconicon doing...things. Heheh. Hope you have a good time, and I look forward to your feedback! Cheers!
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The room was decorated in style grand enough to warrant calling it a drawing room, yet the occupants appeared less than adhering to traditional values.
"Heheheh," giggled a tiger, whose tail wouldn't stop looping behind him.
"Mmphphphp!" said the male standing next to him, a dragon whose entire head was enclosed in a black cloth bag. His hands were locked behind his back with thick leather cuffs, and his naked body was shocking so. A leather leash extended from a collar around his neck, and was held in the tiger's paw.
"I see you got him here for me..." said the third person in the room, the large tiger who was seated in the winged armchair by the crackling firelight. He was clad in a burgundy dressing gown and slippers, and appeared quite relaxed, and amused.
"And it wasn't even difficult!" the younger tiger giggled.
_ "Mpppppph!" _the bag vocalized. The dragon's tail flailed behind him.
The big tiger let out a purr.
"What did you do?" he questioned.
"Not much..." said the tiger with the leash. "Just a flash here...a grope there...and I got him hooked...and he already came caged..."
The tiger peeked down at the dragon's groin, where a silvery chastity device was quite obviously covering the dragon's genitals.
"What a naughty little drake," stated the seated, grizzled dragon.
"Shall I leave you two to it then?" the tiger said. "Or do you want me to watch? To...help?"
"You have other duties," rumbled the older tiger, "just unbag him and take off the gag and I'm sure we'll do just fine here."
The tiger looked disappointed, if briefly, before he set onto removing the black bag from the dragon's head.
"Yes, pops."
The seated tiger chuffed, good-naturedly. The firelight played upon his stripes, as he watched the younger tiger remove the bag and reveal the dragon's face. His eyes widened with recognition.
"_Phumhphph!"_the dragon struggled.
"Just another little moment, and you will be free to speak," the tiger rumbled.
A red ball gag had been roughly stuffed into the dragon's snout, but once it was unbuckled from his neck, he spat out a wad of saliva onto the carpeted floor and let out a shrill, displeased trill.
"What is this?" the dragon yelped. "What do you think you're doing?"
The younger tiger had to jump away from the dragon's bouncing tail.
"Watch it!"
"You kidnapped me!" the dragon snapped his teeth at the tiger.
"He did not," the older cat said, "Deux simply worked as my...retainer...in requesting your presence here with me."
The dragon gave the huge tiger a cross stare.
"Retainer? Request? Presence?" he trilled. "I think not!"
"Are you sure you want me to leave you two alone?" the younger tiger questioned with some concern.
The dragon rattled the short length of chain between his paw cuffs. The seated tiger gave him a look through his pince-nez glasses, and smirked.
"We will be perfectly fine," he said, "go help your counterpart."
"Yes,pops!" the tiger said.
He let go of the leash and it flopped against the dragon's back. The dragon let out a grumble.
"Why didn't you tell him to open the cuffs?" he addressed his words to the seated cat once the other tiger had disappeared through a lacquered Louis the XIV style door.
The seated tiger winked.
"I thought you liked that sort of stuff, Draconicon," he mused.
Draconicon snorted.
"Tiger...smug...tease...the...retainer business..." the drake listed out, "and with the family resemblance...I can only think of one fur who would be behind this..."
"The name is Druff," the seated cat said with obvious pleasure," and if you are referring to that lovely young tiger...he doesn't know about this. I conspired this entirely with Deux, without input from Gruff."
The dragon shook his head.
"How many of you are there?"
"Not enough to keep up with you," the tiger mused, with a shrug.
"What the hell do you mean?"
The old tiger licked his lips. His tongue looked especially pink in the firelight.
"Your story floods are pushing his stories way below on the latest stories queue of people looking to read something while they fap," Druff stated," he can't keep up with your output even with Deux and occasionally me helping him to get his stories out, at least by beta reading them."
"So what?" the writer dragon yelped. "You _kidnapped_me so that Gruffy can post more stories without competition? That's ridiculous!"
"That's the gist of it," Druff said.
"Are you insane?" the dragon grunted.
Druff stood up to his considerable height, and looked at the dragon standing a few yards away from him.
"No," he stated," but you're a whore."
The drake stopped before he got out another syllable. The wording had come surprisingly for him, and he gawked at the older tiger, now standing in front of his armchair.
"Isn't that so?" Druff said.
The big, fluffy paws grabbed the belt holding the robe closed and untied the simply knot upon it. Draconicon stared intently, how the cloth was parted by the same paws, and creamy fur, and the muscle gut came into view.
He felt his caged cock twitch, against his better judgment. His cock did that a lot.
The tiger shucked away his robe. He wore nothing underneath, so it was all furs, curves and the swollen sheath out of which a couple of inches of thick barbed dick peeked out.
Draconicon swallowed.
The tiger sat again and folded his legs, one over the other. He was still wearing the slippers, yet the one on the top leg looked like it might drop if he tilted his foot any further.
"Yes...isn't that what you wrote?" Druff mused. "A dragon whore who wants to be called that...and used..."
"Ahem..."
"And you put it up on a public vote?" the tiger murmured. "Interesting strategy..."
Draconicon felt his cheeks heat up.
"What...what do you want?"
"What does sir want?" the tiger stated simply.
_"Sir?"_Draconicon conceded without a fight.
Who was he kidding?
"Kneel."
It was a bit of a struggle, with his hands tied behind his back, but Draconicon had a surprising amount of experience when it came to such things. He was soon on his knees, his tail swinging for balance.
"What now, sir?"
The grinning, purring tiger rolled his foot so that the slipper tilted from side to side.
"I hear you you like these..." the tiger said.
Draconicon looked at the felt-covered footpaw and swallowed again. The term 'sex on legs' had a different meaning in his mind...it distilled down to_'sex on the ends of legs'_, and he was one happy dragon, cock in chastity or not. You didn't need a dick for...for that kind of fun.
"Y-yes, sir," the dragon said, besides himself, even if he was a bit pissed off at the circumstances that had left him to spying on the daddy tiger's footpaws from a distance.
"Well come here and take these off me, then," Druff said, "I already removed everything else..."
"Ah...okay..."
"With your teeth."
Draconicon snorted.
"I expected that."
"Who?"
"That,sir."
_"_Good boy."
The tiger watched him carefully, while the dragon approached. The tantalizingly covered footpaws were the scaley's focus. It helped him to forget the fact that this conspiring pussycat had used some pretty unorthodox methods to get him there to face them.
"Don't damage them, the slippers were a gift from my dear Gruffy," the tiger ordered.
Draconicon didn't really see the slippers as much as he was concerned with the musk he could smell in the air. Clean footpaws, that much he could tell, but ones that had walked on this carpet...the motion of the steps oozing scent from the tiny glands that surrounded each of those pads so that the felines could mark their territory with their very feet while taking a stroll.
Did he like being marked or what...
"No..."
His lips were thin, but it helped that the slippers were flimsy and the one on the leg folded over the other could be easily knocked off. It fell to the floor, and the entire footpaw came into view.
_Gnnnhnnngnhnhghhhh_went the dragon's mind. It was just...so much...right there...not doing anything, but it was simply so pretty, sensual, sexy, erotic...it was everything he liked to see.
"Don't drool," said Druff, "at least too badly."
"Hmmmph, the fire will dry it..." Draconicon almost giggled to himself.
Druff wriggled his toes.
"Owww..." Draconicon groaned. Was the tiger trying to make his cock break the chastity cage?
"Show me some of your magic, then," the grizzled tiger said, "if you stories are anything to go by, you should know what you're doing."
"Hhmmppppp..." the dragon was almost hypnotized by the sight of the wriggling pads, so very near.
He caved in quickly. He just had to nuzzle it, rub his muzzle onto it, scent himself with the tiger's musk, whether Druff wanted it or not. The toes curling when his nose pressed to them did not appear to indicate that the daddy tiger found it displeasing.
"Hmmmrrr..."
Neither did the purr.
Draconicon was in his own little piece of heaven, warmth from the fire and musky footpads all over his face. He nuzzled onto them and forgot his ire. Who could be angry while you had something like that to play with?
There were two of them, too! He remembered the other one, which rested against the floor.
"L-lift, please, sir?"
"Hmm...of course," Druff smirked.
He ruffled his toes against the side of the dragon's head when he spoke.
"Unf..."
The dragon tugged the other slipper away with his teeth and lips. He was glad that Gruffy was so cheap as to give such bad slippers as gift. They came right off. They must've barely fit the tiger's big paws...full of that musk that steamed out of the slipper that dropped onto the floor.
"Since you like them so much..."
He became trampled, next. The tiger's feet dropped onto his head and softly forced him to lie cheek to cheek with the carpeted floor. The fire shimmered in his eyes - what little he saw through the web of toes that covered his field of vision - and the heavy footpaws appeared to cover his entire head. He was in a musky prison, full of pads, fur, and the toes, moving in gentle undulations when the tiger appeared to be testing out what it felt like to have such an obedient slutty dragon under his full command.
"A good place for you, I'm sure," the tiger said.
Of course it was. Bound, caged, muzzle covered in paws with toes threatening to invade his muzzle?
"We'll see how long you'll last..." the big tiger mused, "gotta give some head start for my poor Gruffy...before your next flood comes..."
"Hhmmmmph..." the toe-muffled dragon groaned.
"Hush, foot slut..." said Druff, "I didn't even do anything yet...and neither did you...maybe I should just make you beg a bit..."
Yes please! The dragon's mind yelled.
"I shall consider it," the tiger stated, "but first you should try to see about bathing those paws...I'm sure you know how."
Draconicon could imagine that this was going to be a long night.
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