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Cawlon awoke to the sunlight shining through the window, catching him over the eyes. He groaned a bit as he raised a hand to shield himself from the brightness, though it only did so much. This wasn’t the way he used to wake up…in the past, he was in a room where the sun didn’t shine directly in in the mornings, and what light did come in was muted by lavish curtains that kept it where it should be. But that was before, when he lived in a room that was decadent and luxurious…not like this, the spartan and threadbare decor that was his world now. And he had little option but to accept it, given the circumstances he found himself in.

While more sleep might have been preferable, he resigned himself to the unlikelihood of that prospect and brought himself up to a sitting position on the bed. He was well on the small side for a human, a fact that had always brought him frustration - his family didn’t have a history of altitude advantage but it hit him especially hard, he barely cracked the five-foot mark. And he lacked much in the way of physique, a testament to the relaxed life he had lived before where he did little for himself and had no need to be particularly able-bodied. Which probably didn’t help him now that he was no longer in such a comfortable status, but there was little helping it at the moment.

What might have stood out more was his attire - or, rather, his lack thereof. Cawlon wore no clothing, and it was clear right off from the lack of appropriate furnishings that none was to be found. Very little of his flesh was covered by anything, and what little there was spoke of less than savory intentions. Around his wrists and ankles were fashioned metal bands, each of which was adorned with some loops to attach things to - in most cases, ropes or cords of some kind, though the ones on his ankles were sturdier and able to support a bar that would lock his legs into position. Around the human’s neck was a brass collar, with its own hook to attach something to, typically a leash. And lastly, a silvery ring that fit snugly to the base of his cock. Though it looked like it could slip off at any time, Cawlon knew from experience that nothing could be farther from the truth - it hadn’t budged from its position in over a year.

All the gear looked far simpler than it was, in fact. The relatively plain metal, unembellished with jewels or intricate designs or anything really of visual interest at all, betrayed no sign of the potent magic contained within. Magic that Cawlon was intimately familiar with by now…among all the other things he was intimately familiar with that had never been on his mind before. And it wasn’t coming off, not until King Rhodex willed it. And he had a while before that was even going to come close to happening.

He heard a creak as the door to his room opened, and a pair of wolf men stepped inside. The two were big - probably seven feet tall if not a little more, relatively lean but in a visibly muscular way, both sporting somewhat gnarled gray fur, though one was fairly dark while the other was light. They were grinning at the Cawlon in a mischievous way, closing the door behind them as they approached closer to the human. For many, such looks probably would have been terrifying…for Cawlon, that had been more or less banished from him a while ago, and he just looked up at them tiredly. “Ofnir. Grabac. Do I need to ask what you’re here for?”

“I dunno, bitch.” The dark-furred one, Ofnir, growled in amusement. “Do you have to ask? Or do you think there’s something better you can do with your mouth?”

“You might have been calling on me to go see King Rhodex, I don’t know.”

“Eager for his attention, are you?” Grabac, the light-furred wolf, snickered slightly snidely. “You’ll see him soon enough, I’m sure, but for now, our cocks will have to do.” They were hardly shy - Grabac was already standing at half-mast, while Ofnir was fully hard and raring to go. And Cawlon wasn’t about to argue with them - they were getting their way regardless of what he said or thought, and he was more or less used to that by now, with as frequently as they visited him. He slipped off the bed and stepped forward, sinking to his knees in front of the two wolfmen, reaching up to stroke at their shafts dutifully. The scent of wolf musk filled his nose, making him shiver a bit, and his own dick started to harden and swell, as the ring radiated a heat through it. The snug fit felt even tighter as he stiffened, but Cawlon knew the ring would stretch to fit properly, not cutting anything off - unless Ofnir or Grabac decided they wanted it to. Cawlon doubted they would, though - some others liked to do that to him, but those two seemed to get more glee out of watching him surrender and erupt.

He leaned forward, wrapping his lips around Grabac’s cock, while at the same time tightening his grip and speeding his movements on Ofnir’s. Both wolves growled with aggressive lust as the human began to serve them dutifully, his mouth filling with that familiar taste once again. The wolf musk was heavy and the taste strong, slightly bitter and salty, something that had been highly unpleasant the first time but that Cawlon had gotten used to, if not enamored of.

Of course, that wasn’t what he knew the two would want to hear. “That’s right, bitch, let’s get some more suckage going here, give you all that tasty wolf meat you could ever want,” Grabac cackled, each word sharp like it was trying to pierce the human’s already well-flayed ego. “Bet you wish you could slurp down on this day and night, you’ve never tasted anything so superior, have you?”

Cawlon got himself a reprieve from Grabac’s dick to answer, pulling away with a slurp. “No, sir…your flavor puts everything else to shame, all I eat couldn’t give me a tenth of the enjoyment of your cocks.” He was pretty sure the two didn’t actually care if he was telling the truth or not, the ego-stroking was what they were after, and he had long since ceased to care about how he sounded when he said things like that. He switched over to Ofnir’s cock now, sliding his lips around it and bobbing back and forth slowly, trying to give it similar treatment to the lighter wolf’s. The two never wanted to feel like they were getting less effort than the other, if they did they always got rougher and harsher as a ‘punishment,’ and given how rough they already were the extra effort really wasn’t something Cawlon needed.

“That’s right, slut, blow me like a good little whore.” Ofnir’s hands went to the human’s head, and Cawlon felt him push that tool deeper, past his mouth into his throat, which put up only the most meager of resistance before surrendering and allowing the tip to breach deeper. A quick start for him, but he knew what that meant, he was just that pent up…and Grabac wasn’t going to be getting another turn with Cawlon’s mouth, at least not on this visit. Grabac knew the drill well enough, as he stepped out of Cawlon’s peripheral vision, getting behind the human...he knew exactly what he was meant to do in this kind of situation, and shifted to raise up his rear end, offering it to the wolf man as was his charge and duty.

“Tch, I think the bitch is a little TOO eager,” growled Grabac. “Might be forgetting this is a PUNISHMENT for his actions.”

“Should we remind him where his place is?” asked Ofnir with a gleefully malevolent edge.

“Hah, absolutely.” Suddenly, the hands were moving from Cawlon’s head to his shoulders, and then he felt his legs get grabbed and pulled out from under him, and then up into the air. His arms flailed a bit as they were removed from the floor, eventually being held in place by Ofnir as the darker wolf shoved himself in all the way up to the knot, making Cawlon spasm around him until he caught control of himself. The two were in THAT kind of mood again…sometimes, for whatever reason, they just liked to go get markedly rougher with him, and he couldn’t predict when that was or why it would be. All he could do was go with the flow, just as he always had to. He’d gotten used to that by now.

Once the two had a secure grip on him, their fun was able to start properly. Grabac lined himself up with that accommodating asshole and drove in, hard, making Cawlon wince and clench on reflex, tightening up on both ends. It hurt a little, but that pain soon faded, just as it always did…it hadn’t been since the very first few times that anything had truly hurt for any notable length of time. And he was so familiar with that stretching sensation in his ass that it certainly didn’t bother him anymore, it was even rather a relief to feel it. With what movement he had with his arms, he gripped onto Ofnir, helping to ease the strain of the position just a touch; hanging like this wasn’t the most comfortable, but he wasn’t going anywhere until the two wolves were done with him, so he just had to deal with it as best he could.

Ofnir and Grabac were intent on not making that be a trivial challenge. Suddenly the wolves started to thrust, each going at their own, completely separate paces, Ofnir making slower and deeper strokes while holding himself inside for longer, and Grabac being much quicker and shorter with no hesitations. Cawlon quickly worked to adapt as best he could, though the disparate movements made that tricky…it would have been easier if this was a regular pattern, but both wolves seemed to be willing to do it just about any way he could imagine, so there was no predicting them and preparing in advance. All he could do was try to adjust on the fly…though, that was something he’d been getting better at as well.

His tongue started to work on the underside of Ofnir’s cock, licking and slurping at it, and he swallowed around that thick shaft, letting his moans send a bit of a buzz through it to help stimulate the canine. He also squeezed down on Grabac’s tool, clenching and twisting every so slightly to add to the stimulation. All of it was making the pleasure build inside himself as well, but his focus was on pleasing them. He didn’t need to worry about his own pleasure - the ring around his cock saw to that, delivering a buzz and heat through his own shaft that had it achingly hard and leaking profusely. His own orgasm would be his reward for properly servicing the wolves…it was the only way he ever had them now, trying to pleasure himself would bring him nothing, and the touch of others could stimulate him but never get him to that pinnacle point. Only feeling someone’s seed inside him would release that block and send him over the edge…unless, of course, they wanted him not to shoot anything, in which case he’d climax but feel an immense pressure from being backed up, or they wanted him not to cum at all, in which case he’d never get there and would feel blue-balled. That seemed to be less common than wanting to see him shoot off from being used by them, to show how much of a bitch he really was.

The two wolves were going in harder than ever, huffing and puffing above him, their cocks throbbing in both of Cawlon’s passages…they were close, for sure. “Hrrr, fuck, you must REALLY want us today, bitch!” growled Ofnir as he mashed his knot into the human’s face, almost like he might try to tie…Cawlon knew he wouldn’t, the one attempt he’d made before had gotten him far more teeth in that bulge than was comfortable, he simply couldn’t open wide enough for that. But he certainly wasn’t holding back on account of that, if anything it made him go harder at Cawlon to try to get the most out of his mouth.

Grabac had no such concerns, and with a loud howl he slammed home, burying his knot inside Cawlon and unleashing his thick load deep inside the human. Cawlon’s eyes rolled back as the magic burst through his loins, sending him over the edge with a potent peak of his own as he was filled up rapidly, that spunk splashing nice and deep inside him. His spasming helped bring Ofnir over the edge, another howl ringing through his ears as the cock in his throat throbbed and gushed, some of the cum flooding back into his mouth and making him taste that potent salty flavor that he’d gotten to know all too well in the last year and change. He dutifully swallowed, barely needing to think about it, the haze of pleasure washing through him as the ring fueled his orgasm, continuing to make him shiver and writhe even after he’d run dry of his paltry load.

Before it was done, though, Ofnir pulled out of his mouth, and held his cock in front of Cawlon’s face. The human closed his eyes as he was painted with the last of the wolf’s load, another action that was hardly unfamiliar to him. He put up no complaint, just panting and reclaiming his air as his face was decorated. Ofnir cackled at the light, and as he was reduced to nothing but drips, he flung Cawlon’s front half up, to be caught by Grabac and held in place. “Soaked in cum inside and out, that’s all you’re good for, but, heh, I gotta admit you’re damn good at it.”

“For sure,” growled Grabac in agreement, scratching down the human’s skin, leaving light red lines where his claws dragged. “Didn’t expect a human bitch to even be that good a lay, but this one is. And he knows it, doesn’t he?”

Cawlon swallowed and caught his breath. “Y-yes, sirs…I…I try to be the best toy for your pleasure that I can be…”

“And you’d better keep it that way.” Grabac’s threat really wasn’t much of one, there was nothing the wolf could do to him other than use him like this, but Cawlon just took it for what it was, another way of asserting his authority. What Grabac COULD do, though, was give him an intense knot removal - and that was just what he did, popping himself out before he really softened up, making Cawlon cry out as he was stretched nice and hard. Nothing he hadn’t felt before, but that was just such a thick thing to be wrenching out of him…

Grabac let Cawlon go, the human quickly dropping onto all fours as he collected himself. “We’ll let you clean up, this time…but don’t do too good a job, make sure they can still smell me all over your face,” growled Ofnir salaciously as the two wolves took their leave. “Make sure everyone around knows what alpha studs marked you this morning.”

Cawlon merely nodded, slowly rising to his feet once the two wolves had departed. Not necessarily the ideal way to start the day, but one he was more than used to…it if wasn’t those two, it was usually one or two others. There was no shortage of creatures eager to make use of him, and being the first ones there meant they usually had him at his freshest. He stumbled over towards the other end of the room, through a door that served as his personal washroom - no one wanted him drooling spunk anywhere outside his room. He’d have to clean that up after he was done, but that was just another part of his usual routine, and he’d gotten used to it. It wasn’t like he had that much else to do anyway…

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After getting cleaned up from the wolves, Cawlon returned to find a list of chores for him to perform around the castle. The other part of his regular service, although he knew full well that this was just an excuse to keep him busy between his primary duties. And even then, if someone wanted something from him during this time, he’d be expected to drop the menial tasks to perform for them…he almost preferred that to the drudgery of the regular work, but he usually had to clean up after that, so it wasn’t like he was really getting that much of a break from it. Still, he didn’t complain or gripe, he simply got down to it.

Most of what he had to do was cleaning or taking things from one place to another - nothing particularly skilled, anyone could do it, and rarely was there any urgency, making it easy for him to drop it at a moment’s notice. Today he was wiping down the walls in the kitchen, making sure that they weren’t building up flammable grease that could start a blaze that would be far harder to stop than normal. He did a thorough job - skimping on something like this would earn him an ACTUAL punishment, and Cawlon definitely didn’t want those. After that it was polishing the frames of some of the murals in the hallways, something that didn’t have any such importance hanging over it at least…still, he tried to give them the same level of attention and care. It really didn’t gain him anything to be petty, he was bound to servitude either way.

As he worked, there were other beastmen passing by him, and it was inevitable that he got looks. A human doing menial work, clearly bearing the marks of servitude, wasn’t a common thing to see in this particular castle. Particularly a naked one….even though the vast majority of the beastmen there were wearing little to nothing, the rare human visitor almost never was in a similar state of undress. But the novelty was only half of it…most of them knew why he was there, and he could see the expressions of contempt on a fair few of them, looks that ate at him and made him feel smaller than any sexual degradation could. He supposed he deserved those looks, though…they were very similar to the ones he’d probably given them before the fall. Back when he’d been a prince, rather than a disgraced ex-prince bound to sexual servitude. Those days seemed so long ago at this point…

It hadn’t been that long ago, that he had been prince of Grancia. Living as only son of the royal family, expecting to follow in the footsteps of his father, King Lastrius Prehenter. He ruled over Grancia with stiffness and bluntness, deferring to no one except on infrequent occasion to Phorelai, his wife and Cawlon’s mother. And even then, it was only on basic matters, nothing that truly challenged his authority. Lastrius was not one to question himself - he was right, and if he wasn’t, so what, he was anyway. And Cawlon pretty much drank up everything that Lastrius fed to him, believing himself to be just as pre-eminent as his father and expecting to lead with the same straightness and determination. It didn’t matter to him what other people thought, they were ordained by the heavens to rule, and if they didn’t like it, they could leave.

Maybe Cawlon should have known that this was liable to lead to their downfall, but the world outside the castle was pretty much as fuzzy as it could be. He knew little to nothing about how the rest of the world worked, all he knew was their pampered royal lifestyle. If he never left Grancia, he would have been entirely fine…perhaps the same could have been said for Lastrius, had he never left the confines of the castle none of the mess would have happened.

But he did. And he went straying where he shouldn’t have.

The nearest kingdom bordering Grancia was very different from it. Rashtalos, a sprawling kingdom of beastmen - creatures that blended the cleverness and upright stature of humans with the visages of beasts, as diverse as the animals they took after. The history between Grancia and Rashtalos was not a pleasant one, with a war coming nearly a century ago, leaving both sides bloodied and seething…only the sudden death of Grancia’s king had changed the course of fate, with the successor, Cawlon’s great-grandfather, brokering a treaty of non-aggression between their kingdoms; it was far from an alliance, but it was enough to defuse the tensions between them. Among the most important components of this treaty was a delineation of territory, and an agreement not to hunt on each other’s territory. The king at the time had adhered to this religiously, as has his son after him, both of them harshly punishing those who violated those rules that kept their kingdoms at peace.

Not so Lastrius. The current king had plenty to say about the beastmen, and none of it good. He thought them dirty, primitive savages, subhuman and infantile in intellect, and had zero respect for them as a race or even autonomous creatures. Cawlon had heard him say all they were good for was slave labor, and he frequently alluded to the possibility of going to war with them to conquer them and make them serve him like good animals. He denigrated them for their behavior, which he considered heretical and sinful - particularly their freeness with carnality, something that Lastrius had cracked down on hard in Grancia. Many sexual behaviors were considered abhorrent, particularly homosexuality, something the king thought to be among the greatest evils of all - the fact that King Rhodex, the ruler of Rashtalos, was widely reputed to be homosexual might have had something to do with that. Of course, Cawlon parroted all of these beliefs and antagonisms, never once questioning or doubting them - if his father thought that, then it must be right.

As might be expected for someone who had such little regard for his neighbors, Lastrius didn’t respect the treaty in the slightest. When he went out hunting - and by ‘hunting’ it typically meant his men did most of the work and let him get token shots in so he could claim the credit - he went where he wanted, and when he breached into Rashtalos’s lands, he didn’t think a thing of it. He had gotten away with it a fair amount, but something changed one fateful day…a day that would be the beginning of the end for Grancia’s royal family.

Cawlon hadn’t been there, he’d heard everything second-hand from his father, and then from one of the men who had been there, who had been considerably more shaken by the event. According to Lastrius, the king had spied a deer, and had by virtue of his fantastic aim and lordly power, taken it down with a single shot of his bow. Even Cawlon wouldn’t have believed that to be the full truth, not that that would have bothered him any, but the reality was more different than he would have expected. The retainer had told him that they had found the deer on Rashtalos’s land, and one of them had used a spell to immobilize it, letting the king fire off. The arrow had hit, but missed any vital mark, but the deer had let out a scream of pain that shook them all.

There had been a very important reason why Rashtalos had forbidden hunting on their territory: the beastmen had access to relatively simple spells that would allow them to take feral forms of the animal they reflected. Not all of them did, but some did so occasionally, and some did regularly, and some even went through periods where they were to remain feral for months on end as a sort of rite of passage into whatever lifestyle or group made that part of their thing. It was immediately clear to all the men that they did not have a wild deer in their grips, but a transformed citizen of Rashtalos, and one of them made the king aware of this.

The king’s response, purportedly, had been to say, “A meaningless distinction,” and to raise his bow once again and this time catch the deer in a spot that ended its life.

The retainer was in a fierce lather over this. It was a violation of the treaty in the worst way possible - not only intruding, not only flagrantly flaunting the restriction on hunting, but the king of Grancia himself had maliciously killed an innocent citizen of the kingdom. He warned Cawlon not to take this lightly, to find a way to smooth things over because he know Lastrius would not, and beseeched him to try to talk sense to the king before they found themselves in another brutal war with the beastmen. The warning fell on deaf ears…Cawlon listened, but in his foolish blindness, had decided that if his father had done it, then he was in the right. He didn’t say a word to Lastrius to counter him, and part of him hoped that the beasts WOULD try something, and they would see how worthless they were compared to them.

It was several days later that an envoy from Rashtalos arrived to speak with Lastrius. The envoy was a serpentine folk, with a smooth scaly skin and forked tongue that spoke sharply but calmly, with a retinue consisting of a pair of pangolins and badgers protecting him. The snake had charged the king with the murder of one of their own, as well as multiple treaty violations, and had been sent to try to broker an accord by which Lastrius would pay a just penalty for his transgressions. A proposal that Lastrius had laughed in the face of, cruelly declaring that the life of a thousand of them wasn’t worth the life of one human, and then stating to the shock of the beastmen visitors that he had been even more eager to kill the deer once he found out it was one of them, to prove that they were nothing more than animals who needed to be put into their place.

How the beastmen managed to keep from reacting in the worst way was a feat beyond Cawlon’s understanding, though it was clear from the infuriated looks of the entourage that they were certainly thinking nothing but the worst malice. The snake lashed out verbally, calling Lastrius a fiend beyond measure and how dare he downplay the lives of anyone so carelessly, and told him if he didn’t repent, he risked the peace of their two kingdoms. Lastrius’s response had been quite beautiful in Cawlon’s eyes.

“Why don’t you go slither on back to your scum-sucking ‘king’ and tell him I’m looking forward to getting a new pair of boots and gloves. Unless you’d like to volunteer, you’d at least have value adorning my feet.”

The snake’s jaw had dropped open in shock at the remarks, and when he recovered his gaze was about as venomous as his fangs. “You speak words of war. You will come to regret them.”

Cawlon couldn’t resist getting in on the act. “Father regrets nothing and never will. Go tell your faggot king to do his worst, if he can stop sucking dick like a shameful whore long enough.” The invective turned some of those angry eyes on him, but the only ones he cared about were the approving eyes of Lastrius.

Only a few days after the envoy had come and left, a message came from the kingdom of Rashtalos. A paper that warned that if Lastrius did not rethink his obstreperousness and bigotry, they were willing to make moves towards war. Lastrius, in response, sent back an overt declaration of war against ‘the animals’ and promised that they would be swiftly and brutally conquered and made to serve as animals were meant to do for humans. He then made to rally his troops for the coming attack, planning to invade within the next week and expecting a swift march through their lands and little resistance from beasts who didn’t know how to fight like men. He even suggested that perhaps Cawlon could get some practice ruling once they had taken the castle, overseeing the development of the new extension of Grancia as they turned it into a proper kingdom.

They never even got the chance to start.

It was the night of the third day after King Lastrius had sent his response. Cawlon awoke to the sound of shouting and roaring and screeching, swords clinking, spells being thrown around, all far too close for comfort. He had rushed out of his bed, confused and scared, and gone to seek his father and mother, which turned into also seeking safety when he heard cries that they had breached the castle. He found neither before being found himself, by a cougar who marched him to the throne room; there, he could see his father and mother both on their knees at weaponpoint, in their bedclothes. All around them were beastmen, at least two dozen in the throne room and no other humans besides the three of them; the blood on some of the weapons spoke of a bad fate for at least some of the defenders, but at the moment, Cawlon couldn’t think about them, he was focused on his parents.

At least, he was until the last of them strode in. A reptilian beast of such stature that he barely fit through the doorway, despite its grand size. He wore clothes that were not cut of the finest cloth but bore the unmistakably ornate design of royalty, including a large sweeping cape that seemed even more massive as it enshrouded his impressive wings. His scales dark as the night, but horns which gleamed ivory, and his eyes as crystalline a blue as Cawlon had ever seen. Though he had never seen him before, Cawlon knew who it was, had heard enough to know what his eyes were lain on: the king of Rashtalos, Rhodex Travanor.

“How dare you…how FUCKING dare you…” Lastrius’s voice was quivering with fear and fury, a mix that Cawlon had never heard before, which did not put him at ease at all.

“I was never fond of drawn-out conflicts,” replied Rhodex, his voice deep and rumbling, even but possessed of a terse rage that was remarkably evident even to the naïve. “You made your choice, Lastrius. It was the wrong one. You could have averted this many times over, but you decided you wanted to march into it.”

“A midnight ambush…I could expect no less from an honorless savage,” spat Lastrius.

“I don’t give any consideration to your distorted idea of honor. I chose the path of least bloodshed, that’s as honorable as it gets as far as I’m concerned.” Rhodex strode over to Lastrius, making the man quake in terror…Cawlon couldn’t believe that his unflappable father was faltering so badly now, when everything was on the line. “You were as unprepared as we were prepared…did you really think I hadn’t seen this coming? Having heard word of what you’ve said and thought about us…we’ve been planning for this for at least five years. The locations to position everyone had been scouted over and over. Every detail covered, the men and women prepared to take on the attack ready to go at a moment’s notice. Your letter was all we needed. Done and over with in less than two hours…perhaps the shortest war in recorded history. And you’ve lost.”

“No…no, I, I can’t lose…I can’t lose! I’m the king, by god!”

“That’s one of your many flaws, Lastrius…you think you’re king by god. As many foolish royals suffer the same delusion as are utterly wrong about it. And I intend to ensure that you are reminded that you are no less mortal than the rest of us…and to make sure you NEVER forget it.”

Cawlon certainly wouldn’t…that was the night that everything truly changed, and he found that the life he had taken for granted could be stripped away in an instant. The siege had been as quick and clean as anyone could have imagined…the only bodies were guards who had attempted to fight rather than surrendering. The people of Grancia awoke to the news that Rashtalos had overthrown their royal family, and would now be under the administration of a regent selected by King Rhodex. The news was received with a lot of shock and numbness, which was the state things were in when Cawlon was removed from there. From then, everything else he only knew indirectly, from what he was told by others…

Grancia, it seemed, had changed considerably since then. A good number of beastmen had moved into the kingdom, and were given pre-eminence over humans wherever they went. The humans who lived there were made to adapt to living styles that were more in tune with Rashtalos, and were given less consideration in their complaints than the beastmen who came in under the new regent…and said regent, in a turn that somewhat turned Cawlon’s stomach, was the very snake that had attempted to parlay with them before the overthrow. It was no doubt a deliberate choice, but there was nothing that Cawlon could say about it. Even more disturbing, though, was that most of the humans seemed to have simply accepted the new rule without much of a fuss. What resistance there was was rapidly tamped out, and there wasn’t terribly much of it. There were even some, reportedly, who saw it as an improvement even though they were now second-class to beastmen…how that could be was beyond Cawlon.

Lastrius was no longer anywhere near Grancia - he was in Rashtalos territory, and no doubt living his worst days of his life. Cawlon hadn’t seen him since the day they’d been removed from Grancia, but he’d heard words spoken here and there of him…Lastrius had been sentenced to an endless punishment of physical labor, and was now forced to work himself in service of the beastmen he despised. Many of those who had tried to stop the incursion, and who attempted to try to overthrow the new regime in the following days, were punished similarly, but often with the possibility of release from their sentences in time…no such clemency would be granted to Lastrius. Cawlon had also heard that Lastrius was compelled to work by means of similar control mechanisms to Cawlon himself, and made to work naked to humiliate him as much as possible…whether this was true or just scurrilous rumor was not something Cawlon knew.

Phorelai hadn’t escaped punishment, either. Her transgressions were not as severe as Lastrius’s, but her cruelty to her staff and her defense of her husband had not earned her any sympathy. She had been the only royal family member who hadn’t been removed from Grancia, but that did not mean she had any better life than they did…she was confined to the basement, working as a common laborer and servant for the new regent. Forced to clean and slave for them, likely also compelled by magic restraints, and deprived of all sense of time, just as she had made so many of her servants do…she was well-known for forcing them to stay in the recesses of the castle for days, without them knowing just how long they’d been down there, until she was satisfied with something, or just as she felt like it. Whether she would ever be released or not was an unknown to Cawlon, but he knew that having to debase herself like a commoner was probably a worse wound than anything else they could do to her.

But Cawlon himself had a very different fate. He had been brought to the castle of Rashtalos, where King Rhodex ruled from…it was large, but very different in style and decor than Grancia’s castle had been, much less decadent and reliant on visual ornateness from much more basic means. It didn’t strike Cawlon as very fancy, but he quickly learned that fancy was almost a dirty word for the beastmen. He’d been brought before Rhodex, who had handed down his punishment personally…the snake that was now in charge of Grancia had not left Cawlon’s statements out when reporting back to him, and had made clear the derision he had for the dragon’s sexual preferences. As such, he had deemed that Cawlon would have his own punishment role: castle concubine - for males only. Any one which wished to could use him at their leisure for their pleasure, including Rhodex himself - and he made clear he intended to make it quite a frequent thing.

It had horrified Cawlon. Being made to service males sexually, it was depravity in the eyes of god, wickedness against humanity! But Rhodex was unsympathetic to his protests, and told him in no uncertain terms that his ‘god’ meant nothing here, and any wickedness was Cawlon’s own to bring upon himself. But he also had spoken very clearly to Cawlon, something for him to remember: he knew that attitudes such as his were taught, not inborn, and that if Cawlon were to demonstrate changes to his behavior, he may yet taste freedom once again. For five years, he would have to serve without question, and then Rhodex would assess whether he had changed his mind about certain things…were Cawlon to have become a better person, then he could perhaps be released…if not, he would continue to serve, until Rhodex was satisfied.

At the time, Cawlon had thought there was no way he would give in. Even as he was put under control, had no choice but to serve, the idea of turning on his father seemed impossible and unreasonable. There was no way he could ever accept things that weren’t what he had been taught, he couldn’t betray his wronged father who was now suffering at Rhodex’s hands! He had intended to remain resolute, no matter what it took.

That resolution was hanging in tatters, and it had only been somewhat over a year since he had been inducted into his new role. At this point, he no longer could feel any real animosity towards homosexuality. He’d surely been degraded beyond anything any typical homosexual would have been, anyway, and if he was below them then what right had he to judge? Any lingering attachment to his god had been excised long ago - he could see now it was nothing more than a fiction that had been invented only to further their own belief in their superiority, and the ones who swore to no god other than the land that they walked on clearly had the edge. And over time he’d lost his fervent attachment to his father as well…partly because it had been only his doings that had led him to this, and partly because he saw how Rhodex ruled, and how different it was…and how much more people liked him. With all of that broken down, there wasn’t really much reason for him to come down on sexual practices anymore…which might have been a good thing, because he was pretty sure he was becoming homosexual himself. Thoughts of women, or humans, as focuses for sexual desire hadn’t graced his mind in at least half a year, and he was certain it wasn’t just because they weren’t accessible to him. It probably didn’t hurt that the multiple daily doses of carnal pleasure made it hard to associate it with anything other than good feelings, but Cawlon was certain that if he hadn’t been turning that way, he would still be pining for something else.

And that was where he stood…a sexual slave slowly losing his reluctance, accepting even if not embracing his role, until such time as he might have a chance to be released. Thoughts of the future after that, he didn’t try to dwell on - it was just too much uncertainty he didn’t want to think about. His future had always been decided for him, it scared him to try to think about trying to decide a new one for himself…and that was so far away, anyway, so why bother? He had enough to focus on in the moment. Sometimes, he wondered whether his parents were experiencing any of the same thing. Were they rethinking their choices after all this time? Were they wondering what the future held for them? Probably not Lastrius since his servitude was ensured, but maybe Phorelai was. Were they getting used like he was? Surely their roles didn’t put them in respectable positions…he doubted anyone would care if Lastrius was forced to serve beastmen. What about Phorelai? A year ago he would have thought she would have too much self-respect to let someone like that touch her, but the many rumors going around Rashtalos about how many human women found them vastly superior to humans, even married ones who had left their husbands to seek the comfort of beastmen…maybe his mother, without any chance of reunion to Lastruis, had surrendered to base desires and allowed them to do things to her. Cawlon might almost have hoped it to be true - it would further absolve him of his own surrender, because he for sure had given to those same feelings.

He didn’t know, though, and might never know, so he pushed that thought aside as he finished his chores and returned to his room. Every time he thought back on what had happened, it seemed more and more wrong…they really had been on the wrong side of things. It made him wonder how much he actually deserved freedom himself, if he was nothing but the fruit of his father’s loins…was he really any better than the man who was currently serving a life sentence of servitude for his crimes? If he was spared only by the fact of not having had the chance to commit atrocities like that, then wouldn’t it be better to lock him down before he had the chance to do so? He didn’t like to think of himself as a bad person, but Cawlon had to wonder if it was true anyway…did anyone ever think of themselves as bad? Did Lastrius ever question his righteousness even now? Cawlon wasn’t entirely sure he even could…maybe that was at least something that made him better, that he could wonder, but it didn’t answer the question, either…

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, and an otter stepped in. “Step to it, bitch. Your king is waiting.”

Dutifully, Cawlon turned and followed the otter out. He could think about things again later…he would have time after he served as he was demanded.

———

Service to Rhodex was the foremost duty Cawlon had. Although bound to service males at their whim, their whim was superseded by the order of the dragon king - if Rhodex wanted attention, Cawlon was to give it to him before anything else. This was hardly a difficult task, given that when Rhodex wanted him, he made it quite clear both to Cawlon and whoever else was around, and while a male eager for his turn may have grumbled, there was scarcely any protest. It was incredible to Cawlon that Rhodex could inspire such willingness to obey among people who clearly didn’t have a fear of him…Lastrius would have killed for that kind of power, he always had trouble even when he WAS feared.

The most common place for Cawlon to perform his service was the king’s quarters; Cawlon couldn’t help but have a little envy for the coziness of it, it was scarcely at all lavish but it was unquestionably comfortable. But with the way the otter attendant was leading him, they were clearly going for the second most common place: the throne room. Cawlon felt his face redden a bit recalling all the past instances of that…Rhodex was not shy about putting him on display, or conducting business while bouncing Cawlon on his cock, even when the guests were other humans. The reality was that their culture simply did not adhere to many sexual taboos, and Rhodex was at the forefront of that culture, happy to flaunt his desires and challenge anyone who dared blanch at them. Of course, those instances were in the minority…there were plenty of days where Rhodex had Cawlon on his throne and no one came by. Cawlon personally favored those, he knew that anyone who saw him knew who he was and why he was there, and it was embarrassing to be seen in such a position even if he had come to accept deserving it.

At the moment, at least, the throne room was empty apart from Rhodex…not that it seemed empty with the dragon sitting there. The otter gave his liege a bow and then left, leaving Cawlon all alone with the dragon, a creature that very clearly could have taken his head off without much effort at all…yet, he hadn’t done so, had not even struck Cawlon one time, although his sexual attentions could certainly get rough. The human had been getting used to them, though, and wasn’t really feeling as overwhelmed by them anymore. Not a good thing from the standpoint of his initial vows of resistance, but probably a good thing for his future prospects of freedom…

He approached Rhodex, swallowing at the sight of him. The black-scaled dragon never seemed to get less impressive, he always found himself focused in on it every time…that massive, powerful body, fully ten feet tall and properly broad to match, was a masterwork that their finest warriors would have envied to the ends of time, each limb well-stocked with dense musculature, the power behind them greater than even what it appeared to be, and it appeared to be pretty sensational. He was already a large and imposing presence, and his spread wings made him look even larger, flared out to intimidate and impose. Those ebony scales had an odd gleam to them that belied their darkness, making Rhodex stand out against any other blackness that could have masked a lesser creature. One piece of blackness stood out especially, quite literally…that draconic cock that had been his introduction to the world of sexual servitude to males, and which had entered him more often than any other single cock in the entire kingdom. Ridged on the top and bottom, smooth on the sides, with a pointed head that had a few fleshy points directed away from the tip, which dragged along the insides of a passage as the dragon pulled away, and a fat knot at the base that put Ofnir and Grabac to shame.

“Ah, Cawlon…I’ve seen you hard at work today. You’re doing a commendable job with your chores…your cleaning has gotten so much better since your arrival.” Cawlon felt a bit of redness rise to his face; hearing he was doing well at his chores was not praise his old self would have ever wanted, but somehow it felt good now. He hadn’t noticed Rhodex at all, though…it wasn’t often that the dragon didn’t somehow take over his attention when nearby. “And I’ve heard your praises sung for other performances as well…albeit in quite raunchier language, I would say.” And THAT made him even redder…it was no mystery he was a sought-after bitch, but hearing about it never seemed to get any less embarrassing. Especially because it had also started to get a different response out of him…his own cock was stiffening at just the mention, rising to its wildly outclassed stature. There was just no competing with the well-endowed beastmen, but the fact that that was all he ever saw anymore make it even harder to have any illusion of being anything but small.

Rhodex grinned, leaning forward. “You need not feel embarrassed…dutiful service is something to be proud of. More so than living in largesse and laziness, for sure…you have done quite decently for us so far. May you continue to do so, you may find your station rising down the line.”

“Y…yes, sir.” Cawlon wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that, but it wasn’t the first time he’d heard it. Rhodex had even insinuated that he’d done more for others in his time under him that he had done in all his years at Grancia Castle…a charge that he couldn’t have legitimately argued against. Rhodex always seemed to like hearing about him in service, doing what he was supposed to do…perhaps he just enjoyed the thought of a human under his control.

“Good. Now, then…I would command your service to me now. Show me your dedication, Cawlon.”

It didn’t take long to slip into the mode…Cawlon had spent enough time with Rhodex to know the dragon’s tastes. It some contexts, he could get rather kinky - when they were in his quarters, he used toys, bonds, and magic relatively liberally, and sometimes he could get quite intense. And it was no secret that the king quite enjoyed watching him service others - he would be tasked with pleasuring guards, they would visit brothels and he would service patrons, and he had even been handed over to dungeon prisoners, albeit ones that the king had vetted and was sure would not hurt him. But when they were in the throne room, Cawlon know Rhodex wanted to keep it simple - after all, he was there because there was at least the potential for business, whether it happened or not, and he needed to be able to take care of that. Basic and easy…well, unless Cawlon knew he was being watched by visitors, who were either relatively unfazed (if beastmen) or quite awkward (if not).

No observers at the moment, though, so he could put that out of his mind for now. He leaned down onto Rhodex’s lap, wrapping his lips around the tip of the dragon’s cock. The taste of dragon washed over his tongue…a taste that he had to admit wasn’t all that bad, there was definitely a muskiness to the dragon but there was also a spice to his flavor that made it distinct from most others he had to service. He rubbed his hands along that ridged meat, squeezing and stroking it as he licked over the tip of it, lapping over it with long strokes. Rhodex let him go at his own pace, not pushing him farther…the king was always pretty patient, even though he had the greatest amount of control over Cawlon, with his magic he could at any moment seize control of Cawlon’s body entirely and pilot him around, but he only scarcely did so.

Cawlon knew his sensitive spots, too. He ran his fingers through the furrows of those ridges, eliciting growls of bliss from the dragon, and toyed with the protruding points off the head, sucking on him and flexing them with his tongue. All these actions rewarded him with the drool of Rhodex’s precum, which was quite flavorful in its own right, a saltiness that contained a hint of sweet and sour to it. Cawlon lapped it up with little reservation, feeling himself getting totally into the groove as he pleasured Rhodex…maybe it was because he’d been the most frequent partner Cawlon had, or maybe it was because Rhodex was more easy-going than most of the other males, but he felt oddly more at ease with Rhodex than nearly anyone else. Which felt like it should be the opposite, given that Rhodex was the one in control of his fate, but he didn’t question it, anything that helped with that was a good thing.

It didn’t take long before Rhodex’s cock was thoroughly wet with Cawlon’s saliva and his own pre, and he beckoned the human off of him. “A fine job as always, Cawlon…you know all the tricks that I can scarcely get some to try even with the most leading hints. Though I suppose you would know them by now…” He snickered a bit as the human blushed, the praise felt weird but Cawlon really had to take what he could get. “Now then, let’s get to the main event.” His eyes glowed a bit, and Cawlon felt himself get hefted into the air by an unseen force, and pulled into the dragon’s arms, turned to put him in perfect position with his back to Rhodex’s chest. This was a good demonstration of the control the dragon had…he didn’t always use it to its fullest, but Cawlon always got reminded here and there about what he COULD do.

Even without magic, though, Rhodex had a lot going for him…the magic hold had ended, but those strong arms were putting Cawlon into position almost effortlessly. Thick arms under his legs, forcing Cawlon to lean back and grab onto the dragon, as that cock lined up with his hole, unguarded and defenseless. That ring around his cock was really doing its work now, working up Cawlon pretty fiercely…no doubt Rhodex was triggering it deliberately, it seemed like he was doing that a lot these days, he seemed to especially enjoy seeing the human in pleasure. Perhaps almost as much as he enjoyed having such control over him…

That thick cock sank partway into Cawlon, and he cried out in bliss as another rush of stimulation went through his cock and balls. Rhodex was so big, but out of all the dicks Cawlon had to take, it was the one that always hurt the least…it didn’t start out that way, but he’d definitely gotten used to it since the early days. Now it just felt GOOD, that stretch gave him such bliss and the very slight tingles he felt from whatever magic Rhodex imbued it with were divine. Rhodex always seemed to have tricks to him, even when he kept it simple…that faint magic was making Cawlon feel incredibly good, relaxing him for the dragon’s attentions.

Rhodex continued to thrust, driving in deeper with each one, until he was plunging the full length of his cock sans knot into that tight ass. Cawlon could do nothing but cry out as he was taken, it was a rough ride but he was definitely used to that, something that big simply couldn’t NOT be rough, but Cawlon truly enjoyed how it felt in him now, the pressure was enjoyable and the rubbing of those ridges and dragging of those points were amazing, making him shiver when they touched especially sensitive spots. The stimulation was so potent that it almost felt like he might cum already…the ring made sure that wasn’t going to happen, but being on the edge for so long was a dizzying experience, and he was definitely going to be getting that.

Harder, faster, Rhodex was mostly using his arms to control the pace but bucking up as well, embedding himself nice and deep inside the human. The sound of it was sloppy and wet, but nothing was leaking out of Cawlon, another little spell keeping every drop of fluid inside the human until he was in position to clean himself up. Of course Rhodex wouldn’t want to make a mess of his throne…not that Cawlon minded, it was one less mess for him to clean up. His amorous moans and cries were getting louder as the dragon king picked up the pace, that cock making his body bulge out just a little bit from the sheer size of it. That was a real eye-catcher when others were watching…

Rhodex’s growls deepened, and Cawlon felt him pulling down more and thrusting up harder, that knot really slamming into him hard now. That was usually the sign that things were about to finish up, and Cawlon did his best to help that along, trying feebly to loosen himself up, to accept the dragon’s knot into him. His own cock was nearly throbbing with need, pointed up towards him by Rhodex’s control, to ensure that everything that fired out would land on him rather than anywhere else…that heat and buzz were getting so intense, his head spinning a bit as the need to cum got so much fiercer after being denied for thrust after thrust after thrust…

Finally, another push from body and mind overwhelmed the human’s asshole, and that fully swollen knot stretched it wide open and popped inside. Rhodex roared, Cawlon cried, and they both came almost at the same time, Cawlon’s shots splattering against his body while Rhodex’s impressive load filled him up nice and full, adding to that bulge inside the human with each immense bolt of dragon essence into him. It was so hot, and carried that same tingle that Rhodex’s cock had, a pleasurable sensation that made the human shiver and shake even in the waning moments of his orgasm. Cawlon was almost gasping for air with how hard he’d been crying out, he felt nice and exhausted from the intense fucking, but he couldn’t deny the feeling of contentment and satisfaction in the aftermath…it often felt that way with Rhodex, more than with anyone else, though he’d felt it more and more over time than he used to when this whole thing had started, and he even looked forward to it a bit…

Finally, Rhodex slumped back, relinquishing his hold from under Cawlon’s legs and wrapping them around the human’s chest, paying no heed to the mess on the human, one hand rubbing at the bulge inside him. “Exquisite,” he rumbled into Cawlon’s ear, sounding far less taxed than the human did. “You’re doing quite well, Cawlon…I would say you seem to be very much on the right track to a successful completion of your service. And while this is a task you are compelled to, I would say…you are not, ah, unappreciated for it. Especially with the way you comply so readily…you serve well, and you should feel pride in that.”

Pride might have been going a bit far, but…well, Cawlon did like hearing that he was doing well. Even if he wondered about his choices and his path, even if it flew in the face of his former life, at least there were moments he could find positivity in this. And the dragon, despite the mandate he had laid down, was not unkind to him…Rhodex could have been unspeakably cruel to him and he probably would have deserved it, but he was not, and made sure others tempered themselves…Ofnir and Grabac were probably about the harshest it got, and they could have easily been far worse. Small graces that took the edge off of his involuntary servitude.

———

Another day done and over with. Cawlon was appropriately weary, but this hadn’t been the most taxing of days for him - he’d had days where it was almost a never-ending streak of sex, and he could barely crawl into his bed at the end of it all. Usually roughly, and usually forcing him into orgasm after orgasm, no matter how dry he’d run, no matter how much his cock and balls ached and pleaded for relief. Compared to that, a day where he mostly just worked and only serviced a couple of people was a breather. He wasn’t going to complain, because tomorrow could just as well see him run to his very limit.

A bit of heat hit his face as he thought about that…and was forced to admit to himself that even those days weren’t that bad. Draining as they could be, the pleasure it brought was undeniable, and he could imagine so many worse things to have to do…he could be tortured, he could be imprisoned, he could be forced into the kind of harsh physical labor his father was forced to endure, or the endless slaving without any sense of time like his mother. His punishment, with a defined endpoint, was undoubtedly merciful in a way. There might still have been some humiliation to it, but even that wasn’t as bad as it had been before…and before it had mostly been his own fault that he was humiliated, because they weren’t doing anything different to him now but he felt less shame over it.

As he laid in bed, he heard the sound of voices…one of them having the low timbre that reminded him of King Rhodex. It wasn’t uncommon to hear people outside at night, especially on warmer nights, and the king had been among them here and there…he sat up, trying to listen in. Sometimes he heard things that could tell him what the mood was going to be in the next few days, how busy he was likely to be and how harsh they were likely to be with him. There wasn’t really anything in terms of practical knowledge he could glean, but it wasn’t like he needed much of that at the moment anyway.

“…and their forces aren’t in motion anymore?”

“No, it seems that they were willing to resolve things civilly. I believe they rethought their decision after being reminded of our resolution of the conflict with Grancia.”

“As I would have hoped.” It was definitely the voice of King Rhodex. He didn’t recognize the other one, but it seemed he was probably one of the king’s staff by the way he was speaking. Perhaps someone who had used him before, but not often enough to be memorable. “I would prefer not to have to execute another such order if it can be avoided. Others might start to get the wrong idea about us.”

“I daresay they need no help with that. My liege…if I might ask…well, there are whispered words about the, ah, manner with which you treat Cawlon. Some have questioned whether you are…too soft on him.”

Cawlon heard a snorted laugh from the dragon. “Too soft? I believe the punishment continues to befit the nature of his slights. They are free to use him as they please, just as I am.”

“I would not question such a thing. Yet, others have said that your displays are less than you could do, and what you used to do.” They were? Cawlon thought it was merely that he was getting used to it…though, now that he thought about it, he ‘got used to’ what others did to a lesser degree than he did Rhodex…

“Well, it is hardly an unorthodox thing. His behavior has improved, and he need not be given the harshest I can offer.”

“…My liege…what is your intention with him, exactly?”

“My intention…I have not yet decided. But there is a direction I am hoping to make possible…one that would see Cawlon remain here, by choice, as my concubine.”

“Your concubine? My liege, surely you cannot think that he would choose such a thing!”

“Perhaps, perhaps not. But if I show him the benefits of it, perhaps he will be more amenable to it. What they may see as ‘softness’ is only the second part of the process of banishing the evil within him. You cannot mold a better way with blows and strikes, but only with presses and touches. His years of punishment are of little consequence to anyone if he comes out no better than he came in.”

“That is…not what I would have expected.”

“Cawlon has a fine body. I believe his spirit, once cleansed, will not be so bad, either. Already there are signs of this…the removal of the poison was quite important. He shall serve out his sentence with us, but I would deign to give him the option of remaining beyond that, continuing to service myself and Rashtalos as he is clearly fit to do. And he would not do so if he received nothing from it…but with the right touches, the right pushes, he may find that he need not feel shame and humiliation from accepting my seed, but thrill and satisfaction.”

There was silence for a moment, before the staffer spoke again. “You…sound as if you may have…developed an affinity for him, my liege.”

The king snorted a bit. “Is there something wrong with that? I think he has the potential to be a fine person…already he seems to have relinquished quite a few of the qualities that were detestable about him before. If what is at the core is likable, why should I not like him? And I believe he finds pleasure in service, whether he realizes it or not. And goodness knows quite a many of you enjoy his service, just as I do. Are you saying you would find it objectionable that he may wish to stay and continue?”

“I…no, certainly not. I only wonder how it would be…received, exactly, to hear suggestion that you might be less hard on him…”

“They need not worry. We do not exist to be at war with humanity. We protect ourselves against those who wish us harm, but we should welcome those who wish us harmony. And they can rest assured that I remain resolute towards our enemies. Lastrius and his followers toil in service to us and shall forevermore. Those who wish to strike at us can meet fates such as his, or worse. But those who may be redeemed deserve a chance at it. And I will make sure that those who serve under me understand this as much as anyone.”

“I shall not object, my liege.”

“As I would hope. In any event, that moment of truth is still a long ways away, so you need not worry about it now. We shall see where Cawlon’s path takes him, and if he should choose otherwise, that will be his own decision. But by the time that time has come around, I intend to make sure a case has been made…”

The voices were too faint to make out for him now, so Cawlon laid back down. He didn’t know what to make of that…Rhodex might have liked him a bit? Might have been going a bit easier on him than he used to? Might want him to stay and do this sort of thing for much longer, and choose to? It sounded absurd that he might even consider it…to spend, by choice, his days allowing himself to be entered, rut, seeded by beastmen of all types, to remain under them and allow them to control him and conquer him as they saw fit…

And yet, here he was…considering it. Was he not just thinking it wasn’t that bad? Was he not enjoyed by them, even if expressed in brusque ways? Even Ofnir and Grabac, as crude and demeaning as they were, had said they thought he was a good lay, and certainly Rhodex wouldn’t have considered it if he didn’t think the same. And if Rhodex actually LIKED him in a way, perhaps that meant he would intend for it to be a good life for him…maybe some would mistreat those they liked, but Rhodex didn’t seem to be that way. And…what else was he going to do? An uneducated ex-royal with nothing but a bad reputation, where was he going to find anything meaningful to do with his life?

He shook his head, and laid it back down on his pillow. Those were silly thoughts, and it didn’t matter yet anyway, he was years away from having any choices about his life, why complicate things? But as he finally drifted off to sleep, the thought that there might in fact be a future path for him that he didn’t need to worry about defining for himself nestled deep in his brain, one that wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon…