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🕑 Added 2024-10-10 04:49:38 +0000 UTCThe Dragon King’s Owned Soles
By KinkSaber
Lavaetein never thought he would accept the way he had been treated like Terrasque’s personal foot toy, much less be accustomed to it; but there he was, completely settled in and used to his feet lapped like candy for the young earth dragon. It irked him that one night Terrasque did not visit, which was the only thing that broke him out of his monotonous boredom. Everything in that throne room was still and motionless, and it was only Terrasque that saved him from his mind-melting melancholy.
The lone Lavaetein couldn’t believe he was looking forward to the young earth dragon, even if it meant he was to be humiliated. The fire dragon curled his toes and felt his upturn soles stretch on that heated pedestal. After weeks of ‘training’ he finally regained control of those digits, which he only managed to use to satisfy the earth dragon’s urges. They were still numb when he woke in the morning, and the several times he skipped his exercises Lavaetein found he lost function in them almost immediately, which sent Terrasque into a rage at the perceived disobedience. Lavaetein learned quickly that Terrasque kept in a good mood was far preferable to a soured mannered emperor. He himself used to be quick to anger and reacted explosively, but that was before his wings were clipped, so to speak, and his helplessness did not afford him the luxury to let his emotions run wild.
“Welcome back, Master.”
Lavaetein greeted the earth dragon as soon as he heard footsteps through the secret entrance. He recognized the stride and pace already. There were no other stimulants.
“Whatever. Shut up, fuckbag.”
The reply stung the fire dragon, but it was not entirely unexpected. He could tell Terrasque was in a foul mood already, and he did not want to make it worse for himself. The fire dragon clasped his lips closed. Do not speak until spoken to. That was something he always told his underlings, and now he was forced to take his own advice to save what’s left of his hide. It was humiliating, but the alternative was even less desirable.
Before the earth dragon even sat upon the throne, Lavaetein flexed and spread his toes the way the earth dragon liked. Each digit was completely separate from the others, with no impediment for the earth dragon to admire and gaze upon them. There was a neat trick that Lavaetein learned – if he then slowly relaxed his feet, he had the ability to freeze them in that pose. The alleviation of strain tremendously helped when the earth dragon demanded for those toes to be continually spread during his visits, which was a welcomed perk. He did not lie to his Master, merely omitted the pointless conversation of his abilities.
The earth dragon kicked off his own sandals and rested his soles upon the foot rest, which was now customized and angled slightly to allow Terrasque the most comfortable position. Not for, of course, the ease of the fire dragon. The foam beneath his head offered little isolation from the hard wood base, which slammed against the back of the fire dragon’s skull whenever the earth dragon decided to enact a small punishment. Its main purpose was to keep the fire dragon’s head from rolling to the side, and it served that purpose – and no others – well.
“Aah.. much better!” Terrasque grinded his ass against the cushion of the throne and settled in for the evening. The balls of his feet covered Lavaetein’s eyes, and his toes rested on the fire dragon’s forehead; his heels stamped across the fire dragon’s lips, which kept them shut, just the way he liked. There was something about it, the way that Lavaetein was physically ungagged, but obediently chose to keep silent – it made Terrasque feel so powerful as he lorded over the scum, the pathetic excuse of a creature that will never escape from under his feet.
The absolute pathetic excuse of a creature that was coerced to prostrate, degrade, and insult himself; to not just simply kiss ass but to desperately bootlick and play into his kinks for the earth dragon’s grace. That thought alone elevated the earth dragon’s mood, and caused his cock to stir and rise.
“Tell me what I want to hear, fuckbag.”
An open ended question. It aroused him to hear what Lavaetein came up with. That was the fire dragon’s other charge – to think of incredibly lewd, cheap thrills in exchange for the earth dragon to stay his cruelty. It wasn’t always so. Terrasque taunted his captive to start, but as the days passed he realized the fire dragon merely agreed with him – and that was an easy thing to do, to simply, mindlessly agree with Terrasque’s own thoughts and desires. He didn’t care for a yes-man. He’s got plenty of those on the general’s council.
“I’ve spread my toes for you, Mast–”
Terrasque slammed his heel down against Lavaetein’s fangs. It hurt the fire dragon more than it did the earth dragon.
“Boorrrring. You know that’s not it, fuckbag.”
“...Fuckkkk..!” The fire dragon groaned in resignation. He couldn’t just go through the motions, do the bare minimum. Admittedly he had slacked off, even though there wasn’t anything else to do. He didn’t bother to come up with something new for the young emperor. “You own my feet. You own my toes. My face is your foot rest! What else do you want?”
“I want to hear you shred your ego to pieces today, fuckbag. I want to hear you verbally destroy yourself. I know you’re not into feet, but surely you’ve learned enough to know what I like.” Terrasque reached his hand towards his cock and gave himself a good squeeze. “Go on. Arouse me. Talk dirty to me. Before you ruin the mood again.”
“Hng… As you wish, Master.” Lavaetein searched his brain for the right words. “They.. they’ve been roasting all day. Uncomfortably warm on the pedestal. Makes them sweaty.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Terrasque turned his head to face the upturned soles. They shimmered with a thin layer of sweat on that creamy pale sole. “Tell me more.”
“I am.. Humiliated. I’m still in disbelief that – ugh.” Lavaetein bit his lips and held his tongue.
“Go on.” Terrasque jabbed the fire dragon’s face with the side of his big toe. “Now. No more delays.”
“I am in disbelief that I, the king of the fire dragons – am trapped here! To have my feet baked and roasted for a whelp like you!”
“Ahahaha!” The earth dragon eased up on the fire dragon’s face. “Continue! Let me hear where you’re going with this – but it better excite me!”
“To.. ugh! To keep my feet constantly sweating..! Marinated in their own juices – and then you’d come and lick them off.” Lavaetein let loose. “I have never felt as helpless or humiliated as when you slurp up my soles! To lick away every last drop of salty sweat. And then you force me to keep my toes spread as you suck each one off; you force me to listen to the sound of your tongue lashing against them. You kiss them and you suckle them. You.. ugh.. You force me to watch as you relieve your stress on my feet.”
“Oh, fuckbag. You’re too much.” Terrasque chuckled. His cock visibly twitched. “You know, that’s close. Very close. I don’t want to be the target of your accusatory ramblings, though. Why don’t I show my generosity and give you another chance – this time, I want you to phrase it as if you deserve it.”
“I.. deserve it?” Lavaetein complained. “You – you already do everything you want with my feet! There is nothing more I can give!”
“I want your submission, fuckbag. Tell me what I really want to hear – that you deserve all of this! I don’t want empty words, and oh, believe me – you don’t want to speak empty words. I want to hear the disgust in your voice when they’re forced through your teeth, fuck bag – so start speaking, now.”
“Awh, fuck!” The fire dragon whined. He spoke again, but both his voice and his words were broken in pieces. “They.. my feet.. Deserves.. To be owned.”
“Better. And everything else, too.” Terrasque curled and squeezed his toes. He felt those words hit the pleasure receptor of his brain. “Say it slow. Say it all, fuckbag – I don’t want you to skip anything.”
“My soles.. Ugh.. deserves.. To be roasted.” Lavaetein bit his tongue. The words tasted foul in his mouth. He would spit them out, but it was a nonphysical thing. He composed himself and continued. “To sweat for you, Master.. It.. gives them meaning. Gives them purpose.”
“Fuck, that’s the good stuff.” Terrasque shuddered. “More!”
“My, uh, fire dragon toes.” Lavaetein gulped. His mind came up blank. What had the young earth dragon said about his toes before? What did he call them? How did he like them? “No.. my apologies. Master’s fire dragon toes – because Master owns them now – Master’s fire dragon toes should be sucked without complaints.”
“Mmmph..!” Terrasque’s lips formed a smile. The moan from his throat was the only clue to Lavaetein that he was on the right track.
“Bound, perhaps, if Master desires. Each toe bound individually, forced to spread, forced to be on display, forced to show off to Master. Not just the ones attached to me, Master – perhaps it is all fire dragons who should submit their toes to you. I am..”
There was a pause. Lavaetein struggled. Terrasque felt the defiance and hesitation there. He waited for the pay off.
“..hon.. Honored. To be the first.”
Terrasque’s cock twitched at those words. The way it sounded as though Lavaetein slayed a part of himself to speak it. Yes. Yes. Yes. That was the thrill that Terrasque wanted.
“More. More about the feet, fuckbag.” The earth dragon felt as though his body melted into the chair. He and Lavaetein were skin and scale to skin and scale.
“They should be licked.” Lavaetein continued. “Ugh.. slow roasted first. Master loves roasted fire dragon feet, and so they deserve to be slow roasted. No. No. I should want.. Oh Gaia – I should want them to be roasted, too.”
Another pause.
“Fuck..! I want.. Fuck me – I want them to be roasted for Master. The feet that once belonged to the feared dragon king of fire; the feet that once commanded the flames of hell, now ironically roasted by a pitiful enchantment. I want them.. Roasted. To be forced to sweat. To be made flavorful for Master.”
“You don’t mean it.” Terrasque laughed and called out the fire dragon. “But I love your submission. More! Give me more!”
“I do want them roasted for Master!” Lavaetein repeated, and then elaborated further. “Roasted fire dragon soles for Master. Toes spread so each one is roasted evenly, so each one shines with sweat for Master. That is..”
“That is?” Terrasque questioned.
“That is.. Their.. Sole purpose. Their one calling. Their destiny.”
“What else?”
“That is.. Why they exist. They are.. Master’s owned fire dragon soles. Owned to be.. Roasted. Licked. Owned to be sucked.”
“Mmmm.. yes. The soles of the fire-dragon-king-turned-fuckbag.” Terrasque moaned. He stroked faster.
“The delicious, submissive soles of the fire-dragon-king-turned-fuckbag, Master.”
“Yes!”
“The soles of the fire-dragon-king-turned-fuckbag, who can’t even protect his own soles from the tongue of an earth dragon, Master.”
“Yes!”
“Who can’t even stop his soles from being turned into sex toys, Master. Those soles.. Are yours.”
“Gaia, yes!”
“I’m sorry, Master. Thank you.. Ugh.. thank you for teaching me my place, Master.”
“Yes!”
“I will submit my soles to you forever, Master.”
“You command and control my soles. You own my toes. They are yours.”
“They roast for you. Sweat for you. Spread for you. They live for you. Exist for only you.”
“Thank you.. Thank you for choosing these fire dragon soles! Truly. Thank you for making my life worth it. Thank you for teaching – teaching me – the true value of these owned feet.”
“They were destined to be yours. No - no. They have always been yours. They have always belonged to you. Even from birth. They have always been yours.”
“I am defiant – but my soles will never defy you. Never again. They are yours, now and forever, Master.”
“Yes! Speak.. Speak it again!” Terrasque stroked himself furiously. He was close. He needed total submission. He was so close. They both were. “Speak your vow to me!”
The vow.
It was Lavaetein’s salvation, or damnation. It was his one shot. Lavaetein knew that if he missed the chance, it may never come up again.
“Master. I.. I wholeheartedly relinquish any and all claims to these fire dragon soles.”
“YES!”
“I wholeheartedly surrender them to you.”
“YES!”
“Of my own accord, I wholeheartedly pledge them to you.”
“YES! Give it to me! GIVE THEM TO ME! SPEAK YOUR NAME AND GIVE THEM TO ME!”
“...”
“GIVE. THEM. TO. ME!”
“..My name.. My name is Lavaetein, and..” The fire dragon choked. It was the point of no return. Salvation or damnation. “..and I swear upon my name, and the name of Gaia the earth mother, and the name of Oranos the sky father, that they belong to you, in whole and in part, in name and in law, now and forever, unto eternity; and no power in the heavens or the hells can change that. Yours, forever.”
Terrasque’s milk spilled forth from his cock, and landed squarely on the footrest’s face. Lavaetein squeezed his eyes shut as more of the milky white seed splattered. Hot, heavy, and full of the earth dragon’s musk. He was marked, not only by a magical vow, but also physically as the scent of the earth dragon whispered heavily onto him.
“Heh. Heh heh! Heh heh heh! That’s.. That’s exactly what I needed, fuckbag.” Terrasque smiled. “You’re going to be so much fun to train now that you’ve pledged these fuckin’ fire dragon soles to me. Oh, yes. We’re going to have so much more fun!”
=To be continued=
