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  Wings came next. Unlike his legs, the skin was free of scales, leathery in texture and not as sensitive to touch. Jason, however, had no prior physical similarity in his human body to connect to, not even when Victor slid down his back, massaging muscles on either side of his spine.

  “I am going to dismount now and assist Incotricortriney in lifting and folding your wings, one at a time. Feel which muscles control this.”

  Up, down, in and out, they maneuvered his wings. After an hour, they were still foreign to Jason, connected to his body like a malignant growth. Any effort to control them resulted in flopping, stirring up dust, and accomplished nothing. Worse yet, they hadn’t even started on his freaking tail. The fucking thing whipped around when he least expected it, throwing him off his precarious balance.

  “He tires,” Guy commented.

  “He does not rest until he stands.”

  Fucker.

  A sharp rap to his nose let him know he’d transmitted that. He didn’t really need Victor telling him, “Attitude in your dragon will not be tolerated any more than in your human form.”

  A scoff, with a tiny puff of smoke from each nostril answered that and earned him another rap on the nose. Jason - tired, frustrated, and then angry - shoved up with normal human reflex, intending to stand up. Instead he rose up to his hind legs, the tail stopped him from going erect, and he flopped sideways, arm - and to his astonishment - wing flying out to save him from a fall. Standing on all four, wings, though drooping to the ground, folded against his sides, he earned a nod from Victor.

  “Now you may return to you human form and join us for a mid-day meal.”

  Well, fuck, how the hell do I do that?

  When you learn how, you will receive punishment for your repeated lack of respect.

  Fuck!

  * * * *

  “Did you enjoy your nap?”

  Knowing full well there was a way to revert back to his human form that did not involve sleeping, Jason gave Victor the meanest look he could muster. He had needed a rest and didn’t begrudge himself the nap. Still, having to sleep the dragon away pissed him off when Victor could easily have told him how to change. Besides that, he was jealous as hell.

  Guy sat on the floor, leaning against Victor’s knees, taking a bite of food at a time from Victor’s fingers. Both were completely naked, of course.

  “You may sit,” Victor told him, indicating the vacant spot on the other side of his legs and that he intended to punish him as he’d promised.

  Jason, however, was not in a submissive mood. “I’m not hungry.”

  “You will sit or it will be the lash on your ass, not my hand.”

  Damn his prick, or was it his sub-conscious? One or the other of them sure as hell responded with blood rushing downward. He’d watched a lashing in a couple of scenes in one of the clubs, and yeah, it had turned him on, half imagining himself swinging the whip and half in receiving the burning bit of the leather on his back. Whatever his mind couldn’t decide on, his body responded, and his cock hardened.

  “I see,” Victor commented and rose. “Follow me.”

  Guy fell into step a foot behind him immediately. Jason hesitated, shrugged and followed. Guess he’d know which one he wanted when he got there.

  The room Victor took them to was a BDSM dream. Slings and specially designed tables and benches were scattered around the vast area. One huge bed sat against one wall, and the walls were draped with every implement Jason had ever seen and some he’d never heard of. Against the wall opposite the bed was a St. Andrew’s Cross. Seeing it, knowing what it was for, Jason’s prick decided for him, stretching out, pointing the way it wanted to go.

  Victor nodded to Jason and pointed to a bench for Guy to go to. Both obeyed. Jason stood at the cross ready, his excitement climbing when Victor took a blindfold from a table nearby. He’d heard of a state a sub got too, a kind of zoning out, but had never achieved it in the few scenes he’d played. Maybe he would this time. Maybe his crazy brain would make up its mind which he wanted to be, sub or Dom.

  “Turn,” Victor ordered.

  He pressed his entire length to Jason’s backside, erection to the crease in Jason’s ass. “Is this what you want, little dragon?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Tying the black silken fabric over Jason’s eyes, Victor told him, “If you have not yet made the correct assumption, I have studied the human ways of this type of sexual entertainment. I assume you have as well?”

  “Yes, Sir, some.”

  “I will teach you more. You have safe words?”

  “Yellow and red work fine for me, Sir.”

  “Very well.” Stepping back, his hands stroked down Jason’s arms to his wrists. “Lift your arms to position.”

  Within minutes, cuffs at his wrists and then his ankles secured him to the cross. Silence followed, drawing out the anticipation of what was to come when a voice, a short distance away from him, made Jason tense.

  “Now, my little elf, you will wear this while you watch.”

  “I am to be punished, Sir?”

  “Were you given permission to speak?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Bend over and grip your knees.”

  “You’re going to fuck him?” Jason shouted.

  “I see,” Victor said in annoyance, “you both need much training.”

  A soft hum told Jason what it was that Guy was receiving. With the blindfold Jason could only imagine the sight of Guy bent over receiving either a vibrating ass plug or dildo going up his sweet ass. A moment later, he did not have to imagine the cool, slickness of lube spreading between his own cheeks or the fingers working the lube inside his more than ready asshole. His cheeks clinched and his back arched, offering his ass up for filling. Victor did not disappoint. The ridged harshness of a fake cock slithered in, twisting, burning, stretching, and Jason’s cock stood up straighter. With a click, a slow vibration started, softly massaging his prostate. He’d have come then if a finger had not curled around his sack above his nuts and pulled, holding tight while one at a time, clamps pinched tight over his balls.

  Pain excruciating. Pleasure unimaginable. The finger clamp left his sack. Blood flowed back into it and more pain. Jason sighed his pleasure; but where was the whip? Where was more of the pain he so desperately needed? Jerking when a hand closed around his cock and bent it down, he groaned deep in his throat. A sob escaped his lips when a hot, wet mouth closed over it - Guy, his lover. With the first crack of the whip, the first burning, searing pain striking his ass cheeks, Jason’s tortured balls exploded.

  “Every drop, my little elf,” Victor ordered a moment before the whip cracked again, and again and again, the building pain, the pleasure, sending Jason into the zone he’d only heard of and had barely believed existed.

  Chapter Six

  Having read, even having watched was nothing to experiencing. Victor gently removed Jason from the cross, carried him to the bed and laid him down on his belly. In the best of Dom fashion he tended to Jason’s wounds, seeing to his welfare, nursing him back. Jason was aware and not too certain he wished to leave that wonderful place where Victor and Guy had taken him. When finished attending to him, Victor gave him one last treat before sleep took him, watching him finish with Guy, relieving Guy of the dildo Jason had guessed at and something Jason hadn’t been aware of. Victor had not verbally given Guy the order not to come. Victor had placed his cock in a cage to prevent it.

  Freed and in pain, Guy eagerly went where directed, bending over the bench adjusted to put him at the exact level Victor wanted. Standing behind him, Victor showed him some mercy. He didn’t hesitate in plunging deep, pumping hard and fast, giving Guy relief. The force of Guy’s climax, the sounds of his pleasure, gave Jason pleasure as well as he drifted into sleep.

  Waking, however, was a total opposite. With a shaking hard enough to slam his teeth together, Jason came from dreaming of flying through the clouds to Victo
r shouting at him.

  “Call it in! You will not disturb my playroom!”

  Jason knew what he was supposed to call in, but not how. His body stretched and reformed as Victor tossed him over his shoulder and ran, tossing him out the nearest window. Landing on his back, wings pushing him up as they grew under him, he floundered and did some yelling of his own at Victor in the window, two stories up.

  You stupid son of a bitch! You could have hurt me!

  Jumping from the window, Victor shifted before he was halfway down, spread his wings and lifted.

  With wings he couldn’t control blocking him from rolling, Jason was trapped on his back as bad as any turtle would have been. Tail whipping, he rolled one way and then the other, beating up dust in a choking cloud.

  Stay still!

  That meant for Victor to help him and fuck if he was going to. Jason did take a breath long enough to remember how to pull one wing in, rolled and got his front feet under him before Victor grabbed him by the neck with a mouth full of teeth, shook him, and then threw him back on his wings. Jason flipped over, but never made it up before a golden hued tail slapped him upside the head, making his ears ring.

  You bastard!

  The tail flipped again, catching him on the side, throwing him on his back. Another smack rolled him back to his belly. The only reason Jason didn’t try to get up was he was too stunned to know which way was up.

  Guy ran out of the castle, waving his arms wildly. “Mesocathous, please do not hurt him!”

  Victor threw his head back and roared. Flames shot twenty feet into the air.

  “Don’t move, Jason. Whatever you do, don’t make him any angrier,” Guy cried in warning.

  Not being a complete idiot, Jason didn’t move. The way his head ached, he didn’t want to anyway. All he wanted to do was hold his head with both hands and draw into a ball when he couldn’t fight back. He couldn’t even fucking stand up and hated being a dragon.

  Not until Guy touched him on the shoulder did Jason know he was holding his head and curled into a ball. His dragon was gone. “So,” he asked weakly, “all I have to do to switch back is either sleep or get the shit kicked out of me by a pissed off dragon?”

  “Think yourself back just as you thought to become your dragon.”

  Victor, back to his human form, stalked up to glare down at him. “He should be smart enough to have reasoned that out for himself.”

  Jason shoved up to sit. “Hey, ya know, this is all old hat to you. It’s all new shit to me.”

  “You use profanity to me one more time and I will kick the shit out of you in this form.”

  Figuring he could pretty damned easy the condition he was in, Jason held his tongue. “You just threw me out of a second story window. I think I had the right to be a little pis-angry.”

  “You were shifting in an enclosed room. You could easily have crushed Incotricortriney. He could not have escaped you as I could.”

  “Did I hurt you?” Jason asked Guy.

  “No. He removed you too quickly to cause me damage. It would do us good, I believe, if each of you were to take deep breath and calm yourselves.”

  “Like I have any choice,” Jason mumbled.

  “It’s seems you are capable of learning,” Victor retorted and walked off.

  “Say thank you,” Guy whispered.

  Jason had to second think that, but did. “Thank you for protecting Guy.”

  “He is welcome,” Victor shot back.

  “I’m sorry, okay,” Jason yelled. “I woke up not knowing what the hell was going on.”

  Victor didn’t stop to listen. Jason appealed to Guy. “I didn’t know what was happening.”

  “I know.”

  “Now I have to sleep outside for fear of changing without warning?”

  “You must learn to control your dreams. They are wishes of your subconscious. You were dreaming of being a dragon?”

  “Flying.”

  “The ability will come. You must be patient, but you must also show Mesocathous respect, if not because you think he deserves it, but out of curtesy.”

  “I’m not usually such an asshole.”

  “As you say, this is all new to you and disturbing. It is understandable that you would not be your usual self.”

  “I don’t even know what my usual self is anymore.”

  “I am sorry, but nothing can be done to change your situation.”

  “Suck it up, huh?”

  “I am not sure of the meaning of that phrase.”

  “It means since nothing can be done to change it, I have to learn to live with it.”

  With a smile and nod, Guy agreed, adding, “That would make it much easier for all of us.”

  Pulling him in for a hug, Jason told him, “We used a rubber. This shouldn’t have happened at all, but on the bright side, I wouldn’t have met you.”

  * * * *

  Discovering how Victor acted when he was truly pissed off—make that angry—was uncomfortable. He ignored Jason and by association, Guy as well. Food that Jason still had never seen anyone to prepare was set out in the room Victor silently led them to and slammed the door.

  For two days Victor refused to speak to them if he passed them somewhere in the long halls. They spend the time, when not fucking, in the courtyard with Jason practicing how to change back and forth, walk, and control those wings. He even got daring enough to lift up off the ground a few feet, but more in a hop with wings assisting than flying.

  Nights were scary for Jason, and probably just as scary for Guy sleeping next to him. Neither of them slept well, but gradually Guy recognized a dream induced shift starting and shook him awake, and Jason learned how to pull back his dragon.

  After one episode the third night, wrapped in Jason’s arm, Guy commented, “It would be much easier if you could learn to control your dreams.”

  “If I could do that, I wouldn’t have any more nightmares,” he retorted and grimaced, wishing he hadn’t said it.

  “Nightmares?

  Jason attempted to make light of it, but what started out in a flipping attitude altered as he talked. “Yeah, ya know, bombs going off, bodies being blown to bits, best friends dying beside you, and what’s worse, then it’s not your friends anymore, but hideous monsters with mouths full of sharp teeth.”

  “Is that when your dragon comes, to rescue you?”

  “No, Kirfreda and Victor coming to rescue me and me wishing I could do it for myself. Pathetic, huh? I never used to worry about taking care of myself. Now? What’s going to happen when neither of them are around to save me?”

  “You will stay here where you are safe.”

  “No can do.”

  Pushing up to his elbow, Guy asked in alarm, “Why?”

  “’Cause that bastard Emory might still be out there. He won’t come after me here. He’s too much of a coward. Once I get to where I can control myself decently, I’m going to join up with WRAITH like you asked me to in the beginning of this mess. Sitting around in a castle just isn’t my thing. I’m hoping you’ll go with me.”

  “I cannot. Prince Leviathan has consented to my being with you here only in the hope that what has happened will gain support from the dragons.”

  “I’ll just tell him if he wants to keep this dragon happy, he lets me have you. I’m your consort, right? Doesn’t that mean we’re supposed to stay together?”

  The bedroom door flew open, and Victor stalked in. “You will not support any domain in any conflict. We remain neutral.”

  “You’re spying on us?” Jason threw the covers off and went to his feet. “Where the hell do you get off eavesdropping on private conversations?”

  “You are under my roof.”

  “That doesn’t give you the right, and you will not dictate to me. I will make my own decisions.”

  “Do as I order or get out.”

  “You got it.”

  Since neither of them had an
ything more than the clothes they wore when they arrived, packing was easy. Jason snatched up his clothes and told Guy, “If you’re coming with me, get dressed.”

  * * * *

  Walking down the path through a forest that didn’t seem friendly, Jason asked, “Aren’t you going to say something about the mess I’ve gotten us into?”

  “I see no reason to state the obvious.”

  With a snort, Jason asked, “Do you even know how far we have to walk to find anything?”

  “As I do not know where we are, no.”

  “You don’t know where we are?” he asked in surprise.

  “I don’t know where Prince Leviathan brought us through, therefore I do not know where we are.”

  The forest opened up into a wide meadow. Jason pulled Guy to a stop. “Think it done, right?”

  “You cannot think us to your dimension.”

  “That’s not what I was thinking about. Stay here.”

  Walking out far enough not to smash into Guy, Jason shifted. The time had come to think flying, not just thinking about trying to fly. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, pictured his actions while he moved, spreading his wings, and leaping into the air. His first try landed him on his chin.

  Forgot to flap.

  “So it would seem. Perhaps flapping as you jump,” Guy suggested.

  Instead, Jason flapped before he jumped, while he jumped, and kept on lifting higher in the air. Once up there, the next problem was in controlling which way he went. Turning his head the direction he wanted to go didn’t work. Flipping his tail in frustration showed him it acted like a rudder, and when he flipped it too hard would put him in a spin. Shooting his tail out straight, put him in a straight line, but at the angle he was at also shot him straight up in the air. Panicked, he shot the tail up, his head down, and nose-dived to the ground. The earth shook when he hit, bounced, rolled, and finally stopped in a sprawled out flop.

  Kneeling at his head, Guy said, “It appears you have grasped the basics but need more practice.”