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This particular tale started out the same way many stories concerning Batzz youth began, with him being punished for yet another one his and his cohorts many stunts. Batzz was once again being reprimanded for yet another one of his petty schemes, with his latest venture being particularly lewd. He and his cohorts decided that it'd be fun to try and sneak a peek into the changing rooms of the teenage dragons, with the female dragons being of particular interest. According to his runtly friend Pentar, their little scheme went off without a hitch at first, but once one of the young women looked up and noticed the peeping Tom's leering at them from a hole in the wall, their plan fell apart. In a matter of hours, Batzz and his friend were rounded up and sent off to serve their various punishments….all except Batzz.

The majority of the other members of the Thunder Empire gang were sentenced to mere menial labor and a public apology as a way to atone for their actions. Batzz however, was such a repeat offender, that the elder dragons decided to give him a different punishment. They all knew of, but never spoke about, the "lesson" that Fuad tried, and failed, to teach Batzz in his private study, and looked at a different way of going about disciplining him. They soon realized that a private punishment wouldn't do, and so they concocted their new plan to keep the roughhouser in line, which lead to Batzz the Roughhouser, becoming Batzz the Butler.

As one might expect, the news didn't go over smoothly. On the day after his excursion to look at female dragons, Batzz was forced into a special hall by two burly Fire Stone Dragons. With his arms being restrained by a dragon each, he reluctantly shuffled down many long, stone hallways, cursing up a storm along the way until he was finally pushed into his destination; a changing closet.

"So what are you two gonna do, dress me up for my birthday?" Batzz teased.

"Nah, kid. The elders have something else planned for you." said a particularly angry Fire Stone.

"Yeah, and you'll get loads of chances to prove how sorry you are." the other chimed in.

"The only ones who are gonna feel sorry for anything in here are you two after I beat both of your asses! Batzz yelled.

Unfortunately for him, his two escorts were more than prepared to deal with his antics, and so after a few minutes of futile resistance, the huge black dragon found himself laid out on the cold stone ground, sore and aching. The last thing he saw before he blacked out were the two purple dragons inching ever closer, with a strange outfit in their hands.

"You expect me to wear THIS?!"

Batzz stared at himself in the large mirror the elders had prepared, and stood aghast at the sight before him. He was barely clothed (not that he usually wore clothes), with a pair of skimpy tight brown shorts clinging to his thighs as the only thing keeping his crotch unexposed. Near his privates was a buttoned white pouch where a zipper would be, with absolutely no room to contain his junk, which even when flaccid threatened to pop out at any moment. Brown suspenders connected to a fresh white collar kept the shorts in place, and the only thing on his upper body being a lone cutesy red bowtie.

Needless to say, he was livid.

After many failed attempts to rip the outfit off of himself. Batzz finally relented to the torture, afraid of what lie outside the hall doors. He was perfectly comfortable showing off his thick, muscular body, but something about the way this specific outfit looked on him made him feel embarrassed every time he looked down to gaze at his bulging package. For the first time in his life, Batzz...was afraid.

As soon as he stepped out into the outside world, all of Batzz's fears came to pass. With a wooden mop in hand, he strode out into the village to perform his cleaning duties, only now with the prying eyes of everyone focused squarely on him the whole time. Men, wives, children, everyone stopped to stare at the goofy sight, whispering in hushed tones about how ridiculous he looked. His head hung down, his cheeks remaining a blazing red from the comments, some louder than others. He overheard a few girls around his age talking about how good he looked, and how his muscular thighs looked wrapped in his skin-tight shorts. On any other day he'd be revealing in the attention, but in that moment their comments seemed lewd and humiliating. A group of rowdy, older men even whistled at him as he walked by, with one yelling out that he'd love to "push that piece o' tail!" While the man's cohorts laughed like hyenas, Batzz stomped off embarrassed. "If the point of this crap was to teach me not to peep at chicks, then consider my lesson learned." Batzz though.

Even while working, Batzz still got unwanted attention from passerby and friends alike. One particularly humiliating moment in his day came while mopping up one of the any sparring arena's dirtied from countless practice sessions of sweaty, musky warriors grappling and fighting each other. He was scrubbing down a particularly troublesome patch on the ground that he had to get on his knees to get at. His whole body shone from sweat, and his muscles were bulging in concentration. In particular his large ass, which looked absolutely obscene when trapped underneath the cloth of his uniform. As he was finally getting rid of the one patch of dirt, a sharp slap came down on his rump, making he yelp in pain and humiliation.

"Who the fuck just slapped my ass?!" he shouted out, the culprit having long since run off. He was entirely alone, but still felt as if hordes of eyes were staring at him as he rushed to cover his ass with his hands. Shivers ran through him all at once, and his eyes watered up. "You better not cry you dumb fuck!" he muttered, over and over, struggling to keep his composure against everything that had happened today. The jeering, the touches, the stares, it all threatened to break him.

Until a gentle hand hand rested itself on his shoulders.

Instinctively, Batzz leaped back, ready to attack the predator, but once he saw who stood before him through his damp eyes, all of his his worries dissipate like steam in a hot, comforting sauna.

"O-old man Demongodol?!"

"Yo!"