bsky.app/profile/spicygaydog.bsky.social/post/3lfr45t7vgk2y
Description
Story
Now shackled to the warlords throne, Kodii had certainly bit off more than he could chew when challenging this particular reptile to a duel. Now, nothing more than a trophy at the beck and call of his cruel new master, Kodii grimaced at the bleakness of his situation. He wasn't some whore, he was a proud warrior.
The dream of bards back home singing of his mighty escapades were seeming more and more unlikely as each thrust of his master's cock introduced a torrent of thick, cold sperm into his abused throat. No tavern was gonna sing about some defeated whelp cleaning the cum off this tyrant's cock, yet here he was.
The chain bolted to his collar rattled in time with his body's movements, alongside the rest of his current attire.
Gone was the firm and sturdy sound of his armor, forever replacing it now was the loose rattling of beads and other jewelery he'd have never wore otherwise.
"Did I say you could stop licking, whore?" The booming voice from above snapped Kodii away from his brief moment of introspection. He had been trying to shut himself off to what was happening, But the realization that names like whore, slut and much worse were not only directed at him, but also succeeded in getting his attention, shook him. Nevertheless; Kodii submissively continued his duty, polishing the reptiles 'spear' to completion.
"My men were right about you, mammal.. You canines make for excellent pets..."
As the months passed by, so too did the knight's defiance. Opportunities to put his otherwise purposeless body to good use happened often, providing pleasure to the reptilian king he initially fought so hard to thwart.
Swallowing load after load of his conqueror's cold blooded cum became not just a daily occurrence, but something he eventually found himself looking forward to. After-all, pleasing his master was all that mattered now.
He didn't anticipate a life of servitude; fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you ask, he had all the time in the world to come to terms with that reality.
Kodii knelt at the foot of the warlord’s throne, his once-proud shoulders slumped, his eyes dull and vacant. The heavy chain tethered to his collar clinked faintly as he bobbed his head, his lips wrapped obediently around the tyrant’s thick, scaly cock. The taste of cold, bitter cum had long since ceased to revolt him; it was as familiar now as the air he breathed. His tongue moved mechanically, tracing the ridges and veins of the reptile’s shaft, a task he performed with the hollow precision of a broken man. The beads and baubles adorning his body—gaudy trinkets forced upon him—jingled faintly with each motion, a mocking echo of the armor he’d once worn with pride.
The massive stone doors of the throne room groaned open, and a hush fell over the chamber. Kodii didn’t look up. He didn’t need to. The sound of boots on the floor, the faint clatter of steel, told him all he needed to know: visitors. His master’s clawed hand rested heavily on the back of his head, guiding him with lazy dominance, ensuring he didn’t falter in his duty.
Three figures stepped into the dim light—warriors clad in the battered armor of Kodii’s homeland. Their faces were grim, their eyes flickering with a mix of determination and unease. They had come to negotiate, to parley with the reptilian king who had crushed their forces months ago. Leading them was Torren, a broad-shouldered captain who had once fought at Kodii’s side, his expression hardening as he took in the scene before him.
“By the gods…” Torren muttered, his voice catching as his gaze settled on Kodii. The proud warrior they’d once followed into battle was unrecognizable—a shivering, bejeweled wretch, his mouth stuffed with the tyrant’s cock, drool and cum glistening on his chin. The other two warriors, young lieutenants named Eryn and Gavric, froze in horror, their hands twitching toward their swords but stopping short.
The warlord let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his yellow eyes glinting with amusement as he surveyed the newcomers. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice a deep, guttural hiss. “More of the mammal’s pack come crawling to my feet. Did you bring tribute, or are you here to grovel?” He gave Kodii’s chain a sharp tug, forcing a muffled whimper from the broken knight as he choked briefly before resuming his task.
Torren’s jaw clenched, but he kept his tone steady. “We’ve come to discuss terms. The war is over. Our people want peace.”
“Peace?” The tyrant leaned forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over the trio. He grinned, revealing rows of jagged teeth. “You dare speak of peace when your champion kneels here, polishing my cock like the pathetic slut he is?” He grabbed a fistful of Kodii’s matted hair, yanking his head up for a moment to display him to the warriors. Kodii’s eyes were glassy, unfocused, his lips swollen and slick with spit and seed. A strand of it dribbled down his chin, and he made no move to wipe it away.
“Look at him,” the warlord sneered. “This is the cur you followed into battle? This whimpering bitch who thought he could challenge me?” He shoved Kodii’s head back down, and the knight resumed sucking without hesitation, the wet, obscene sounds filling the silence. “It took me less than a week to break him. A few days of my cock down his throat, and he was begging for more. You wasted your loyalty on a weakling.”
Eryn, the youngest of the three, took a step forward, his face flushed with anger. “He was our brother-in-arms! A warrior—”
“A warrior?” The tyrant barked a laugh, cutting him off. “He’s no warrior. He’s a toy. A warm hole for my pleasure. Tell me, did he ever inspire you with his grand speeches? Did he promise you glory?” He thrust his hips forward, forcing Kodii to gag audibly, and the knight’s hands scrabbled weakly at the throne before settling back into submission. “This is his glory now.”
Gavric’s hand tightened on his sword hilt, but Torren shot him a warning glance. They couldn’t fight here—not outnumbered, not in the heart of the enemy’s lair. Torren forced himself to meet the warlord’s gaze, ignoring the pitiful sight of Kodii at work. “We’re not here to fight,” he said through gritted teeth. “We want an end to the bloodshed. Name your terms.”
The tyrant leaned back, stroking Kodii’s head absently as if petting a dog. “Terms? Oh, I’ll give you terms. Surrender your lands, your weapons, your pride—just as this one did.” He smirked, glancing down at Kodii, who let out a soft, broken whine as another pulse of cold cum filled his mouth. “Or perhaps I’ll keep you all. You mammals make such delightful pets.”
The warriors stood in stunned silence, the weight of their mission crumbling beneath the tyrant’s mockery. Kodii, lost in his servitude, didn’t even glance their way. His world had shrunk to the throne, the chain, and the endless task of pleasing his master. Whatever hope they’d carried into the room died as they watched him swallow yet another load, his defiance long since drowned in the reptile’s cruelty.
Lamanation
MemberThis needs more likes
Login to respond »