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Musky Muscles of the Master

For Kirone

By Draconicon

It was always a pain in the taint to adjust a chastity cage, though at least it was better than dealing with a full-on chastity belt. That was something that Kiro had discussed with his master a number of times, and no matter how sexy Dergal got, they always came back to the point that he wasn't going to wear one. Just...wasn't...gonna.

Besides, this is secure enough, he thought, pushing down on the cage, making sure that his cock was properly fitted to it. It was just barely big enough for his cock at the best of times, when he squished it down, but if it grew even the slightest bit and it wasn't locked in place -

POP!

The kobold glared at the cage as it pushed forward from the ring just enough to keep him from locking it down. The yellow stripes up and down his otherwise gray body lifted and lowered as he took a deep breath.

"Do I have to get the ice? Hmm?"

His cock sagged slightly at the threat, and he took advantage of that to shove it back down. The frame clicked into place, condensing his cock into a mass of wrinkles that vaguely resembled a dick, and he clicked the lock into place. It made a nice, satisfying 'click' sound, and he sighed as he leaned back on the couch.

Of course, as usual, his legs didn't reach the ground. Standing barely over three-foot-five meant that most things were bigger than him, and the furniture really wasn't an exception. The whole place loomed over him, standing tall and making him feel all the smaller in comparison. Not that it bothered him, really; it kinda made his position as a live-in slave that much more enjoyable.

A kobold that's a slave to a dragon...well, sergal-dragon. Beggars can't be choosers.

Not that he'd had to beg much to get Dergal to be his master, nor had he needed to do a lot to earn his place. He was a good kobold, and one that -

He leaned back, sniffing the air. There was a scent on the air, one that was already growing thicker and heavier as he took his second breath. His lips split in a wide grin as he leaped off the couch, running for the door and throwing himself to his knees in a rolling slide towards it.

Just as the doorknob was being turned, he hit the perfect place, his legs spread, his cock cage on display, and he put his arms behind his back submissively. By the time that the door was all the way open, revealing the man coming in, he had taken a good, submissive, offering of self pose, his cock cage on display, his smile bright, his hands restrained in effect behind his back.

"Welcome home, Master."

Dergal looked down at him, as relaxed and easy-going as ever. The big sergal-dragon hybrid loomed over him standing just over six feet tall, and the smell - that lovely, musky, man-smell that came from the big guy whenever he went to the gym - rolled over the kobold like a freight train. Kiro groaned, tilting his head back to get more of it, breathing the heavy pheromones that came from the wet places, like the sergal-hybrid's socks, armpits, crotch...

He was drowning in it almost from the start, and he had to be picked up and shaken before he could hear what his master said and understood it. Yelping as he was rattled from side to side, Kiro landed on his feet as he was dropped, shaking his head.

"Sorry! I just...you know you smell good!"

"Heh, yeah, I know. Slut-butt." Dergal chuckled. "So, what've you been up to?"

"Well, um..."

The cage was definitely a good thing, he thought, because his chastity would have been all but up if he hadn't been restrained. Not only was the smell in the air still distracting him - right to the point of making him reach up and grip his horns hard enough that the artificial things almost popped out of their sockets - but he had a perfect view of his master, now, and it was hard for him to think of anything...well...clean, while looking at the big guy.

Dergal had always been a sexy male, but now that he was going to the gym, that was taken up to an eleven for the little 'bold. His master was dark-furred and scaled at the extremities of his limbs and tail, but it turned to a darker gray in the shoulders, with white on his stomach and inner thighs. He had seen those details so many times, but they were so much better just after a workout, when he was wet and shiny and all oiled up.

The kobold went up further on his tiptoes, stumbling forward on the happy fumes of musk, his other sex - oh, yes, the other sex, the one that he didn't cover up - starting to drip as he walked along, drawn forward by the masculine fumes of his master. Dergal turned to look at him, the master's slight belly still present, still just showing off a bit of chub over the muscles as he leaned down.

Poke. A finger right against Kiro's forehead, the kobold stopping in place. He kept 'walking' for a few steps before he realized that he wasn't making any more forward progress.

"Nnngh? What?"

"You're not going to be good for anything until you get your fun, are you?"

"Can't help iiiiiiit. You smell niiiiiice."

"Slut-butt."

"Muscle stud."

"Slave."

"Master."

"Alright, alright. Help me put the clothes in the wash, and you can get started."

Kiro did his best, he honestly did, but what kobold was going to be able to think straight when a big sexy dragon - okay, okay, dragon-hybrid, other kobolds could just fuck off with that judgment - threw their sweaty clothes at you? He stumbled as he carried the shorts, the shirt, the socks (oh, gods, the socks) and barely kept from falling drunkenly as he carried them to the washroom.

When he got there, the master had to actually grab his clothes and pull them out of the little kobold's arms, and even then, Kiro almost gave in to the urge to bite, nibble, and suck at the musky bits of the clothes. The pits of the shirt, the crotch of the socks, everything just pulled at his instinct to submit, to give in, to be a good little slut-bold to the big guy.

He followed on clouds of happy submission back to the couch, except this time, he sat on the floor. His master extended his large, dark paws to the kobold's face, smooshing him between the four-toed things. The dark top side contrasted heavily with the white toes and the dark claws, and he shivered as he smelled the little pools of sweat between the toes.

"Masteeeeer. Lemme lick..."

"Hehehe, in a minute."

"Mmmph."

"You're a cute kobold sandwich."

"Not a sammich."

"No. You're my slave. And you're a good one."

Dergal smiled, and Kiro blushed so bright that he had to turn his head against one of the paws, nuzzling into it to hide his embarrassment. He never got used to the compliments, and he doubted that he ever would.

Even so, the musk pulled him back to the needs that the compliment had temporarily buried. He took another breath, and his eyes closed halfway as he started nuzzling right into the pads along the underside. On a full dragon, there would have been scales, smooth, bumpy, he didn't know. He hadn't had a real dragon. But the pads...

The pads were nice, and he thought that this was where his master was better. Nice, soft paws that helped him feel good in his place. Kiro nuzzled in, the other paw moving to the back of his head, giving him encouragement that he didn't need to worship along his master's musky flesh, dragging his tongue along the pads, then up to the fuzzy spots between the toes, licking them clean after his master's workout.

One sniff, one lick, one nuzzle. They served to grind his face right into that soft, damp skin, grinding the master's scent onto him. He felt almost drunk with pleasure and need as he worked his way up along the bottom of that paw, savoring the feeling of it being pressed against him. Every lick took him higher, and tested the cock cage that much more, feeling it swaying between his legs as his shaft tried and failed to push itself free.

His other sex, however, was constantly dripping, starting to clench in a need for breeding. Kiro whimpered softly, nuzzling against his master's toes, giving the biggest one a gentle nibble.

"Mmmph..."

"Hehe, needing a little more?"

"Mmm-hmm," Kiro mumbled, beyond words.

"Come here. Nuzzle your way up."

Up. Up. He could do that. He moved in a wobbly haze, the world spinning, his balance completely gone as he knelt between the sergal-dragon's legs. One paw wet with sweat, the other wet with spit. They pressed against his cheeks one last time, then rested on the floor. He looked at one, then almost dumbly grabbed the leg it was attached to, kissing, nuzzling, licking along the muscled limb. His tongue traced the muscles along the calf, and then up to the knee. As he left lines of spit against the sweat in the fur, he worked his way up to the thigh.

Master liked that. Master's cock really liked that, starting to rise up, starting to stiffen, starting to musk-up the air the further up that he went. Kiro wiggled, his tail swaying back and forth, his hips wiggling on pussy-driven instinct as he smelled something so studly, so dragon-ly.

Soon, he was right under Dergal's balls, and his ability to think was just about shattered. He loved it, loved master, loved everything that the master could do for him. He wanted...he needed...

Kiro pawed gently at the cock over his head, whimpering as he licked at the big, fat balls that hung over his mouth. The taste was good, but he needed more than a taste. He needed to serve. Kobolds served. Kobolds needed to serve.

"M-Master..."

"Come on. Sit on my lap; you can serve there."

And so Kiro squirmed up, and he did exactly as he was told.

The End

Summary: Kiro is not that different from other kobolds. He's short, he's submissive, and he lives with a master that he really cares about. Please join him in a little slice of his daily life with his master.

Tags: M/M, chastity, chastity cage, kobold, master/slave, live-in-slave, size difference, musk, sweat, hybrid, dragon, sergal, sergal-dragon, furry, fluffy, happy sub, species play, foot worship, paw fetish, paw, zonked, hypnosis, worship, balls,