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To Ashes

Chapter 1: Reunion

“Come on, you have to come," Asher complained into his phone. “Everyone else bailed on the class reunion. If you don't come I'm going to have to deal with a bunch of people who think their shit doesn't stink."

Asher was standing outside the hotel, his white fur practically glowing in the golden light of the marquee. He was trying to talk someone into coming to his class reunion who lived nearby so he wouldn't be the only one from his old friend group that showed up. The little fur drake hadn't changed much in the past five years. Still short, glossy white fur, ash brown hair that was a powdery pink in the right light, and glittering topaz eyes. He did lose some weight and had abs now, but that was simply due to the lack of stress and being able to afford a better diet with his current job.

The short stack's deer-like ears twitched as his last high school “friend" ditched him. The drake crossed his arms and tapped his foot paw, his new boots pristine and corded with belts. His mustard skinny jeans clung to his long, slender legs and showed off the little thigh gap he had. To top off his outfit, he wore a large fluffy cream sweater. It was so light and poofy that the fabric swayed and bounced when he moved. The sweater's thick collar was similar to a scarf, but plunged down into a V neck that showed off the drake's collar bone. Light tuffs of his fluffy white chest fur poked out from the bottom of that V, and his exposed neck had no fur, but had yellow soft scales to accent his pert muzzle.

“Whatever," Asher huffed, his tail long and languid flicked in annoyance as he brought his phone back into view. The call ended message faded as it went back into its lock screen. A picture of himself flashing a selfie by a massive valley when he was out camping by himself. The drake gave a big sigh, his chest heaving as the old wounds of abandonment from high school ached in his breast. He double tapped the screen with his thumb, his black claw clicking against the image of himself as he unlocked it with his fingerprint.

“Did it say this thing was a dry event?" The usual sparkle in Asher's eyes faded as his lids drooped. He could already feel himself disassociating in preparation to go into the damned place. He found the event invitation in his email and confirmed that it was not dry. A bar would be fully stocked.

Asher knit his brow, his black horns glinting in the flashing lights of the marquee.

Why should he go in? Asher thought. Obviously there's nothing he has in common with the people inside. What would they catch up on? It would probably just be a bunch of people shirking off his trauma and saying “it was just high school," and that he should “get over it". Why would he want to spend time at a hotel bar just to hear how everyone else was doing?

Asher locked his phone again and put it in his pocket, the bulge of the device ruining the perfect figure the clothes cut on him. The dragon popped his hip and put one hand on it while he rubbed his chin with a finger with his free hand. He had almost fully talked himself out of going in when the doors burst open. A tall man with a duo of girls on his shoulders came strutting out, the girls giggling like mad. Asher couldn't get a good look at the guy, but he had inky black hair that fed into a full mane that was hidden in his suit.

“Oh my god, you're sooooo funny," a white rabbit girl managed to squeak out between her high pitched laughter. Her massive jugs bounced in her blouse, the top of one of them being graced by the paw of that lumbering dude.

“Yeah, you always cracked me up back in the day," an arctic fox hung on his shoulder, her dress bunched up in one hand so the slit that went down one leg could be parted to allow her to walk normally.

“Yeah ladies, you got to be charming when you're in my line of work," the man spoke. His voice was strong, deep, and confidant. It sent shivers down Asher's spine and not in a good way. He knew that voice.

“Oh my god, Chris, you have to tell us more!"

Chris…why did that name sound so fucking familiar to the drake?

“Hey, honey, show a little respect," the man turned his head, his muzzle coming into view. The slightest ashen blue crowned a muzzle of pure white. He moved his hand up from her chest to cup her chin and forced her to look at him, his pristine white hands tipped with onyx claws. As he spoke, his words were sweet and almost joking, but there was an edge that cut through the sarcasm. “Don't use my first name, you'll address me properly as Fynx."

That name was a trauma trigger in of itself. Asher's eyes went wide, his pupils becoming slits as his fur stood on end. Asher had many tormentors, but none as terrible as Christian Fynx.

The man turned, the girls at his wings moving with him like a pair of fancy coattails. There he was. No wonder Asher didn't recognize him before. He had grown and bulked up. Fynx was a snow leopard that must have had lion's blood with how large he was for his breed. The man had a powerful muzzle, black lips that split the pristine of that white maw into a cocky grin of dazzling razor teeth. His hair had been given the designer treatment, the raven black locks were cut into a fancy and wild up do that looked both very professional and expensive to accent the thick mane he sported. That mane was the envy of so many women and men back in high school with how it started as black to match his hair, and then bled down into the gray blue of his hide, then melded into the pristine white of his chest fluff. His tie had been fully undone and hung loosely around his neck. His shirt was untucked and opened to expose his powerful chest and snow white down that accented his pecs, his abs having gotten thicker as he matured. His ashen blue hide was covered in gorgeous spots like the ones on his tail. A few of those spots encroached on his obliques like the tempted fingers of the woman who clung to his chest. The girls on his arms each had a hand stroking over his chest hair or fluttering down that angry washboard.

The worst though were those eyes.

It was the signature color of the Fynx bloodline. Those vicious orbs were a mix of coral orange and warning flashers as if they were daring you to cross their owner. Like any feline eye, they practically glowed in the dark, glinting in the lowlight like a pair of cautionary signs that said, “you're playing with fire."

Asher froze. Those eyes didn't even need to graze over him to paralyze the drake on the spot.

Fynx grabbed something from his suit jacket. A silver cigarette case monogramed with a CF. He flicked it open, his image glinting off the mirror like case as he showed off the hand rolled cigarettes. He pushed down on one with his thumb claw, tilting it up so he could bring it to his muzzle.

“Either of you ladies got a light for me?" The cocky bastard spoke the words out of the corner of his muzzle.

Both of the girls answered no, but that only made Fynx's cocky grin grow.

“Don't worry, I got one in my pocket. You're closer princess," Fynx nodded to the fox. “It's in my left pocket.

The fox smiled and her hand slid down those abs, brushing the fluffy happy trail leading into his pants, her nails clicked over the expensive belt buckle, then she stroked over the monstrous salami sized pole that was throbbing in those slacks. She lingered there for a moment, Fynx giving a low purr.

“Don't worry, you can smoke that stogie later," Fynx flexed his cock, that bitch breaker literally lifted his pant leg. “First, get me my light."

Both the girls giggled and the fox snagged the lighter from Fynx's pocket. It matched the cigarette case. Polished silver into an almost mirror like coat with his initials stamped onto it.

“You ever use one like that?" Fynx asked. “It's a little big, I know."

The girl flicked the lighter open and realized it wasn't a traditional lighter. It was one of those laser plasma torches.

“Yeah, you take your thumb and push down on that end-"

The fox gave a little jump, her ears twitching as the blue lasers flashed into existence on that lighter. The snow leopard smirked, his cigarette rising.

“Good girl," Fynx purred as he adjusted his cigarette to angle towards the enthralled fox. “Now light it." Those words weren't just a request, they were a husky order.

The fox brought the lighter up and Fynx took a few little puffs before taking a nice, long drag of that custom shisha. The embers of that cigarette made the leopard's eyes almost glow.

He took the cigarette between his fingers and threw his head back to blow out a slow sigh.

“The worst fucking thing the liberals did to this country was ban smoking inside," smoke curled around his fangs as he spoke. He accented his point by flicking the ashes off his cigarette, the embers fluttering away forgotten.

Asher watched in horror and raptured fascination. The way Fynx's paws shamelessly rolled over the woman's curves, feeling them up from side of breast to curvy hip and ass was as impressive as it was dodgy.

As the leopard was enjoying his cigarette, the three continued to flirt with one another, proving that as much as Fynx had physically grown in the past five years, he was still the misogynistic asshole he always was. He was in the middle of a story about how he had spent a night out with his bros fucking hookers and doing blow when a Rolls-Royce came up and stopped in front of them.

“Alright ladies, our chariot awaits," Fynx opened the door for them. As the girls slipped in he slapped the rabbit's thick ass.

That's what did it. That little slap echoed back into Asher's past. It sounded just like how he was smacked by that hand in the locker rooms, those claws digging into his face. The drake couldn't help it, he jumped and gave a little yip.

Fynx's ears twitched and those eyes turned to face the drake.

Asher felt his high school life flash before his eyes. Endless days of pain and torment and nights of crying himself to sleep. Four years of constant fear and abuse before everything landed on his greatest shame. The nights after the abuse where he would…

Asher's face tried to flush with fear and blush at the same time.

“Hey there cutie," Fynx smirked as he closed the door for the girls. “You been there this whole time?"

Asher's face finally decided on blushing. Did he really not recognize him? He didn't look that different from five years ago.

“I…um…" Asher tried to form words, but just those two little syllables were enough. Fynx's ears twitched again and his eyes narrowed.

“Asher? Asher Anal? Is that you?" That name struck a nerve and the drake's face flashed red with embarrassment before boiling right off into rage.

“It's Asher Anouilh!" The drake shot back, but those eyes of the snow leopard quickly pierced through any momentary bravado the drake had. “It's…um…French." The drake crossed his arms and brushed a lock of hair back behind his ear, his tail curling behind him.

“Oh my fucking god," Fynx seemed to ignore whatever the drake had said as his grin widened. “It really is you. Didn't think I'd ever run into you again." The snow leopard's eyes flicked up and down the drake. “You got cute."

“Uh…thanks?" Asher didn't know how to react to that. The Fynx Asher knew would gay bash all the time.

“I didn't see you inside," Fynx continued. “Did you just show up?"

“I…yeah. I just got here," Asher lied. He had been standing outside for quite some time trying to contact a few people to figure out if anyone he knew was inside. In reality he got there about forty minutes ago.

“Fynx!" the window of the phantom rolled down to show the faces of the girls waiting for their rich playboy.

“Sorry ladies," the Leopard pulled out a silver money clip, much like his other accessories it was also flashy and monogramed. “Here," he continued with his cigarette in his maw as he pulled a few hundreds from his clip. “Carlisle here will take you to the penthouse and get you set up. I won't be long."

The girl's eyes went wide as he basically threw money at them to shut up and go away. That's what he always did back in high school too. The asshole always managed to get out of anything with either his good looks or enough of daddy's cash.

It worked for him though. The girls chuckled, took the money, and the car drove off.

“So, Anal, how've you been?" The snow leopard threw the old shitty nickname at the drake again.

“That's not my name," Asher growled.

“Fine," the leopard blew smoke as he talked. “Asher, what have you been up to?"

“I…not much…" Asher was completely confused by everything Fynx did. He was treating him like the entire time they were at school together wasn't him just using him as some personal punching bag. “Listen, I really should be going."

“Hey, come on in for a drink," Fynx had a smirk on his muzzle, but those eyes were hungry, like a beast staring him down. “Ya know, to make up for how I treated you, or whatever."

“Or whatever?" Asher felt that anger boil up in him again, but he quashed it with a deep breath. “No, I don't think I should-"

Asher cut himself off as a twitch of the leopard's brows caused those eyes to have a darker gleam. How could such a small change trap the words in Asher's throat? Even after all these years this man terrified him. That's when the cigarette the leopard was holding cracked, splitting in two.

“I said, I wanted to buy you a drink," Fynx's voice was calm and controlled, but Asher could feel the warning behind those words. “I'll give you the time it takes me to finish my cigarette to turn your ass around and go in that door." The leopard dropped the cigarette onto the ground, his expensive shoe slowly grinding it into the concrete to snuff it out. “So what'll it be?"

“I…I'll take the drink?" Asher squeaked out.

“Good girl," Fynx smirked, his eyes getting softer, but never losing that predatory gleam. The leopard grabbed the door and opened it for the drake.

“I'm…I'm a boy…" Asher was so stunned he didn't even know why he would say that. Of course Fynx knew what he was. They spent four years together. Asher didn't even realize he was walking in until he felt the gaze of those eyes burning over him as he moved.

“I know exactly what you are," “Fynx smirked, his next words growling between his lips. “Pussy boy."

Asher felt a dark shadow loom over him. He felt like some prairie mouse in the maw of the big feline being dragged off to be eaten.

“How did you…"

“Drink," Fynx ordered. It was a single word, but it shot straight to the drake's core.

***

“Your ID sir?" The bartender asked.

“Oh, yeah…" The drake pulled his card from his pocket, he only brought that and a couple cards to keep things light and not bulge out his pants. His ass did that enough as is.

“Still getting carded?" Fynx smirked.

“Doesn't he have your card too?" Asher cocked his head to the side. Now that they were in a more public place, he felt a little safer and more confident. On their way in, Asher picked up his nametag and Fynx guided him to the speakeasy outside the dance hall. Groups of people were catching up and taking the edge off the need to impress with ample liquid courage.

“Yeah, but that's to keep my tab open," Fynx smirked.

“But you were about to leave," Asher furrowed his brow.

“Yeah," Fynx smirked and brushed his nails on his shirt before looking them over, he had re-buttoned the shirt and messily tucked it into his front before they got all the way back in. “I know the owner. He would have gotten it back for me and shit. Owes me a few favors."

“Yeah, sure," Asher put his head on his hand, already board from the name dropping. “You promised me a drink."

“Slow down babe, we got time," Fynx lifted his hand as the bartender came back from putting Asher's ID behind the bar. “Get this pretty thing a foggy bottom and get me a couple fingers of scotch, smoked with hickory."

“What about the other 'pretty things' you were buying drinks for earlier?" Asher raised a brow at Fynx.

“Don't you worry about them," Fynx practically purred the words out. “My chauffeur will keep them nice and ready for me until I get back."

“Chauffeur, huh?" Asher rolled his eyes. “So you do understand the concept of French words."

“Oh lay off it Anal, that was five years ago," Fynx waived off Asher's trauma just like the drake predicted he would. “Only people who peaked back then still care about what happened before college. Now," Fynx put his foot on Asher's stool and forced it to swivel to face him. “Let's start fresh."

“Start fresh?" Asher looked into those eyes and felt his heart skip a beat, but he refused to let what the big cat said slide. “Are you serious? If you're sorry about how you treated me, then why can't you just fucking say it?"

Fynx's hand lunged forward, his claws digging into the collar of Asher's sweater. Those eyes blazed with intent to hurt and maim, but a sly grin cracked that muzzle.

“Because," Fynx let go of that collar, pushing the drake back into his stool. “I'm not sorry."

“But-" Asher's mouth was dry as his brain tripped over those words. That's when the bartender came back with their drinks and left them alone again.

“I don't give a shit about some faggot from back when I was in high school," Fynx smiled and curled his thick hand around the lowball his drink was in, the smoke added to it still curling in the cup as it settled. “Now, some pussy boy that I missed out on, that I can get behind."

“W-Wha…" Asher was completely speechless. It took Fynx pausing to sip form his drink for Asher to fully grasp what the snow leopard was saying. “What makes you think I would EVER want to do anything with you after the way you've treated me?!"

“Because you get off on it," Fynx smirked, his grin warped by the glass. “Yeah, I know. I always thought you were banging some chick or something stupid because you reeked of bitch heat whenever we crossed paths. The problem with that, though, is you're fag through and through. I never put it together until I asked around tonight. You're some pussy boy, aren't you?"

Asher was completely shocked. How could Fynx have figured him out so quickly? There were always rumors, but he never told anyone.

“N-No…" Asher tried to lie as he grabbed his drink.

“R-R-Really?" Fynx mocked Asher's stutter. “Please, how do you think I knew strong arming you would get you in here?" Fynx smirked. “And wet," the leopard accented the word by letting the last consonant pop off his tongue wetly.

Asher choked on his drink, coughing the burning liquid out of his muzzle and off to the side where it sprayed onto the floor. He quickly grabbed a bar napkin and covered his mouth.

“You-ack! Can smell it?"

“So you are wet?" Fynx smirked. “My nose isn't as strong as it was from before the smoking, but fuck if you don't reek of needy pussy."

“Well…what do you want," Asher frowned looking down into his drink. Asher tried to keep his eyes down, but Fynx's hand came and gently forced his chin up to look him in the eye. Those dangerous eyes.

“Do you have any idea how fucking mad I am at your gay ass?" Fynx spoke with a sultry tone, his words deep and rumbling like he was whispering sweet nothings to someone, only these words had contained rage behind them. “You keeping that little pussy secret from me was the biggest mistake of your fucking life, and I'm going to tell you why."

Asher yanked his muzzle out of Fynx's hand and looked away.

“Look at me," Fynx growled.

Asher's tail flicked, his legs quivered as he pushed his thighs together and turned to look Fynx in the eye. He had an upward tilt to his muzzle, his orange eyes glinting in the soft light.

“Good girl," Fynx smirked, that one little twitch of his muzzle changing his hard stare into a cocky glint. “I wasn't done talking. When I speak, you listen. Do you understand?"

“I…" Asher blinked and the smirk on Fynx's face bled into a stoic glare.

“I said, do you understand?"

Asher's spine tingled with more than just fear. His heart raced and his cheeks flushed pink. He gave the slightest dip of a nod-

SMASH!

Asher's drink slipped from his paw and shattered on the floor. The drake shook his head and blinked realizing what he had done.

“I-I'm sorry, I…"

“Don't worry about that," Fynx's voice cut through the banging beat of Asher's heart in his ears. “They have people for that." Fynx snapped his fingers and whistled. The bar tender came hopping back.

“Do you mind cleaning this up?" Fynx smirked, his eyes never leaving Asher's. “My girl here is such a fucking klutz, isn't she?"

“I…yeah…" Asher's ears folded back as his blush deepened.

“Were you raised in a barn?" Fynx smirked. “Say you're sorry."

“OH, um…" Asher turned to the bar tender. “Sorry…"

Asher was yanked back to face Fynx as he forced the drake's stool to swivel.

“Not the help," Fynx had a dark grin on his face. “To me. You wasted a drink I bought for you, that means you wasted my money. So, apologize."

“I'm sorry," Asher corrected himself. Was this really fucking happening? Was he seriously being bullied by this gay bashing, toxic asshole again? And was he letting it happen?

The thought sent a shiver up his spine, his boots pushing on top of one another as he tried to squeeze his thighs together harder, his pussy warm and his panties slick. He had imagined this kind of thing so many times, his dark shame, his humiliation, unraveled and revealed to the one man he wished above all else wouldn't know.

“Good girl," Fynx rumbled.

Someone came with a dust pan and a rag to clean up the glass. Asher had no idea how long he had been sitting there, but the bartender clearing his throat made the drake realize his mouth was open and he was breathing through his lips. He quickly closed his mouth and swallowed.

“Would you like another drink?"

“I think she's had enough," Fynx stood. “I think we're going to wash up and get out of this shithole."

“Right sir," the horse nodded. The snow leopard paused and glared at the horse over his shoulder.

“You know my damn name," he growled. The hose stiffened up.

“Yes…Mister Fynx," the horse managed to squeak out.

“Better," Fynx shrugged his suit jacket back into place and started walking away. He paused and looked over his shoulder, a murderous gleam in that eye.

“Follow," Fynx's voice shot through directly to Asher's heart. The drake swore he felt his heart stop for a brief moment.

Was…was this really happening?

“Uh…coming…" Asher managed as he jumped off his stool and hopped to Fynx's side.

“Not yet you're not," Fynx smirked as he wrapped his arm around the drake's shoulder while he put his other hand in his coat pocket to pull out his phone.

Asher had never felt more fear for his safety, but that arm was warm and strong. He felt…not secure or protected, no this felt more like…ownership. Did he really believe that though? Did the drake really believe he was owned by this snow leopard?

Asher glanced at the leopard's phone as they walked. Pictures of the girls he was talking to earlier flashed across his screen, tits on full display and champagne overfilling glasses.

The drake decided to look away and focus on something else. He took a deep breath and furrowed his brow. The leopard smelled of sandalwood, allspice, and cigarette smoke. Fynx's natural musk and the scotch on his breath mixed to make something that filled the drake's lungs in a fluttering warmth and need. That was the smell of man. Wealthy, powerful, and arrogant man. A man that could do whatever he wanted…and people would thank him. Asher gave a sigh, his breath hot.

Just when Asher was about to forget where he was, he was jerked back into reality as he was pushed into a bathroom.

“What the hell?" Asher spun to look at Fynx. The snow leopard was pulling his tie from the collar of his shirt and wrapping his knuckles with it, glaring down at him with very real intent.

“What do you fucking mean, 'what?'" The leopard huffed. “You think I'm going to waste any more of my money on you by getting a room?"

“Wait…what do you think I'm going to do-" Asher was cut off as the snow leopard punched the drake across the face, the dragon giving a little yip as he stumbled back.

“You're going to do whatever the fuck I want," Fynx smiled, gripping his fist tighter, the silk tie straining against his powerful knuckles.

“What the fuck was that for?!" Asher looked up just in time to see Fynx's free hand lash out and grip the collar of his sweater. The drake gave a little cry as he was yanked back up.

“That was for being a stupid bitch and not telling me about your lack of nuts," Fynx growled and lifted his fist before punching Asher in the face again, the drake giving a scream that caught in his throat as he coughed. “That's for wasting my money," the leopard snarled as he pulled the drake back up to face him. “And this," the leopard raised his fist but paused, the drake sniffing and holding back tears. “Is if you keep asking stupid questions."

The leopard let go of the drake and he crumpled to the floor, his cheek swollen and his lip split.

“Holy shit…" someone said from one of the stalls. Fynx's muzzle snapped to look at the occupant through the cracks in the stall.

“I'm going to count to five, and you're going to leave. If anyone asks what you saw, you're going to say you saw nothing."

The stall swung open to reveal a pudgy bulldog. He was one of Fynx's friends from back in the day. Almost this exact scene happened back in high school only it was in the locker room, and just like before the bulldog scurried out of the bathroom with no more than a half glance at Asher.

“Now," Fynx started to unwrap his tie from his fist as he turned to face Asher again. “Where were we?"

Asher was on his knees, his hands on the floor, ears folded back. He remembered that moment back at school when they were alone. Fynx beat him almost unconscious. He grinned and bared it before, but now…the light trickle of blood on his cheek was warmed by his blush as his maw hung open.

Am…Am I really getting off on this? Asher thought to himself. Is this really…happening right now?

In the time it took for the drake to formulate that thought, Fynx had tied his tie into a perfect Windsor.

“Lift your head back," Fynx ordered.

“What?" Tears from the pain dribbled down Asher's cheeks.

That was the wrong answer as Fynx reached down and gripped Asher's hair behind his horns and yanked back. Asher let out a scream and huffed through it as his skull stung from that grip.

“I said, lift your head back, like this, you dumb slut," Fynx growled. “Now, are you going to keep your head there if I let go."

“yes…yes…" Asher muttered.

“Good," Fynx let go and Asher kept his head back, his neck fully exposed. The snow leopard pulled the tie over Asher's head, the fabric catching on his horns. Fynx gripped Asher's muzzle and forced it to tilt one way to stretch the fabric over one horn and then the other before it sank down around his neck. Asher's head was about to sink down when Fynx ripped his head back again by pulling on one of his horns and Asher gave a surprised scream.

“Did I say you could look down yet?" Fynx's eyes locked with Asher's. The drake's pupils were quivering, trying to shrink with fear and dilate with the sensation that was tingling between his legs.

“No…" Asher squeaked out.

“That's right," Fynx smirked before a scowl snapped into place as he slapped the drake with his free hand, his claws scraping against that face and leaving shallow cuts. “Now, are you going to listen and obey, or do I need to beat more sense into you?"

“I'll…I'll be good…" Asher gasped out, his eyes going wide as he looked up at Fynx. Asher shuddered. He had never said anything that turned himself on so much in his life. He couldn't deny it when it felt so good to be…obedient.

“Fuck, you're getting off on that shit, aren't you?" Fynx smirked. “That's a good girl," Fynx slapped Asher again and backhanded him on the back swing, Asher giving a little gasp each time, but he kept his head up.

“Is…is this good…Mister Fynx?" Asher muttered, tears stinging his eyes. “Did…Did I do…good?"

“Yeah," Fynx chuckled and licked his chops. “Whatever pussy boy."

It wasn't praise, but something better. Asher shuddered. It was the bare minimum and somehow the fact that it wasn't good enough for real appreciation sent shivers down his spine. He…he was a disappointment…he…he could do better…for…

Asher's inner monologue was interrupted by the sound of jingling.

“Time to finally show you what your fairy ass was missing all those years ago," Fynx growled lustfully as he undid his slacks, the pants swinging open to reveal his boxer briefs. Asher didn't get to see as he was still looking up at the ceiling, but a sudden tug on his tie forced the drake into that crotch.

It was hot, physically hot against Asher's face as he was forced against that spire of meat. From the display earlier the drake knew that cock was big, but up close he could hardly believe it. The drake wanted to look, to take the view of all that meat in, but he was complying with his master's orders and refused to look down.

“Come on? Don't you want to look at your dinner? Been stewing all night," Fynx smirked.

“Yes…" Asher muttered, that hot musk radiating from that crotch was thick. It tickled his nose with the promise of man.

“Then why haven't you fucking gone down on it?" Fynx snarled, his eyes dark.

“You…Y-You told me to…keep looking up…" Asher muttered.

A snarl formed on Fynx's face and he lifted his hand for a slap. Asher closed his eyes, but instead of the harsh sting, he felt the warm fingers lace through his hair.

“Good girl," he rumbled.

Asher had to bite his lip to keep from letting out a soft moan. The drake thought his own words turned him on, but when Fynx spoke words of praise, Asher's pussy quivered, dribbling in need. The drake opened his eyes to see Fynx grinning darkly down at him. That grin was short lived as the leopard spat in his face.

Asher flinched as the thick wad landed on his eye.

“Don't you dare look away from me," Fynx snarled before Asher felt the sting of another slap across his face. “Open your eyes, both of them."

Asher's jaw quivered, his lashes fluttering as they wetly tried to open. His one eye cracked before squeezing shut again as that spit got in his eye. He wasn't going to risk another beating though and he cracked them both open. The drake looked up and in one eye he saw Mister Fynx and in the other the milky distorted image of his high school abuser.

“You ready to see what you've been missing?"

“Y-Yes…" Asher's voice shuddered through that admission. Most would interpret it as fear, but if Asher was being honest with himself, and he wasn't, that shuddering breath was from excitement.

“You can look now, and don't forget to show some respect," Fynx smirked.

Asher finally was able to look down, that thick wad of spit running down his face with his involuntary tears. There it was, in all its glory. The envy of the locker room and the object of so many of Asher's fantasies.

Fynx's legendary dick.

That monster was shoved down one pant leg while his furry sack was shoved down the other. That throbbing meat was shrouded in white spandex, the tip already oozing pre and making it translucent. It was like some holy instrument wrapped in ceremonial linens.

Asher was having a religious experience; time seemed to stand still as he took in the length of that beast. It had to be at least a foot long and thick as a soda can. The barbs along the shaft created dimples on the fabric of that underwear. Asher took a deep breath in through his mouth, the musky, humid miasma of that cock seeped through that underwear and filled the drake's lungs. He breathed out through his mouth and his nose, the smell just a tease of what was to come.

Asher was pulled back into the moment as his leash was pulled, the tie synching up more around his neck.

“Yeah, I know it's the biggest you've ever seen," Fynx rumbled. “But quit your gawking. That dick trap you call a mouth isn't made to just hang open. Get to work."

Even before Fynx was done, Asher was already slipping his onyx claws behind that elastic, peeling it back with reverence. That massive dick flopped forward, slapping Asher with a weight he wasn't ready for and causing his muzzle to move to the side. He shuddered as the thick musk of balls filled his muzzle, the drake having to gulp back to keep from drooling.

“Can…can I suck it?" Asher looked up at Fynx, one of the drake's eyes was covered by that cock and the other was still milky from that spit.

“Fuck, that's a good look for you, faggot," Fynx purred, his tail swishing back and forth. “And yeah, suck that shit. I'm not here for the conversation," the leopard pushed his hips forward, that cock rolling forward and over Asher's face, that cock easily covering more than half off that muzzle with its girth. The barbs brushed against Asher's cheek and the thick knot at the base pulsed with vigor as that furry sack was shoved into the drake's face.

Asher opened his muzzle and his ruby tongue lulled over those nuts. Fynx gave a low moan as his balls flexed with his virility, each orange sized nut filled with kittens ready to take root in a fertile womb. Asher lulled his long, dragon tongue over those nuts, then lapped over that knot before running up along the underside of that shaft. The barbs brushed against his tongue, catching a few times before letting it continue the assent to that battering ram's head.

“That's right you little faggot, take that – Shit!" It was Fynx's turn to knock his head back as Asher slurped down that head. That little maw could take more dick than it looked. That thick cock slipped down into Asher's muzzle, half of that bitch breaker bulging out Asher's cheeks as his tongue lulled around it.

Asher moaned around that dick, the vibrations rolling down that rod as one hand cupped Fynx's sack and the other gripped the base of his shaft just above the knot. Asher slurped, his drool oozing over that shaft as he bobbed up and down, his tongue lashing outside of his muzzle to lick up the salty musk that clung to that rod. Asher slurped, those barbs brushing against his lips and tugging on their way out as he bobbed. Each time he bottomed out he would slurp, stimulating that fat head as it spat pre into the back of his throat. The drake's soft hands rolled those jewels, the claws scratching gently to message them before tenderly stroking them down. The drake's other hand would pick up where that tongue lulled out and rolled that spit further down that shaft.

“Holy shit," Fynx groaned and put a hand on the back of Asher's head. He wasn't pushing down, but he wasn't letting Asher pull all the way back either. “That's it you little cock sucker. Know your fucking place."

Fynx started rolling his hips, his abs pushing up against his shirt as he did so, his sack swaying in that drake's dainty hand.

“Just imagine how many fucking loads you could have sucked from these nuts back in the day," Fynx groaned as he continued to grind into that very receptive maw. “Fuck, how many of my brats you could have swallowed. I'm going to make you fucking regret never getting down on your knees for me. I bet you dreamed of this for years you filthy faggot." Fynx glared down at the drake, Asher's eyes locked with the object of his fantasies and shame.

He was sucking his old high school bully's dick. He had his sweaty, salty, barbed shaft filling his mouth, raking his muzzle from the inside, spitting the back of his throat with that slick pre. He was sucking the dick of the asshole who treated him like shit, beat him, spat on him, made fun of his name, ridiculed him for being small and flamboyant, and most of all, lorded his superiority over him. Asher's pants were darkening, his thigh gap drinking his dribbling need as he slurped over that cock.

His words were like crack, his abuse like a special drug designed to make the drake go insane. He couldn't get enough. The fear of pain, of being beaten, of being treated worse sent shocks between the drake's legs, his pussy quivering in his panties. Asher's heart fluttered in appalling glee. It wasn't about being in his proper place, or knowing what he was doing was wrong, it was the fact that he was pleasuring his abuser that sent his cunt aflame with pleasure, assured that rewarding his bully would only make him do it more. His cunt dribbled and soaked his panties, his thighs slowly becoming a warm, slick mess as he continued to slurp on that cock.

“Fucking hell yeah!" Fynx threw his head back, unable to hold back his aggression anymore. His claws gripped the back of that skull, digging into the drake's scalp and forcing him down while thrusting forward. “Take that dick! I don't' care if you fucking choke you worthless piece of fuck trash. My alpha needs are more important than your air! You're nothing more than a condom, a piece of rape meat for me to fuck as I please. Just like every other fucking pussy on this planet!"

Asher didn't really hear what Fynx was saying over his own gagging. His throat bulged as the drake was forced to take more of that cock, to accommodate more of his fragile body to this bully beast. The outline of that cock dimpled with barbs filled out those soft scales on his neck. Asher was violently reminded of Fynx's feline ancestry as those barbs clawed at his throat. The first thrust in his throat was like his allergies were acting up, but when he pulled back the drake gagged on his scream as those barbs scratched every nerve.

Asher tried to push away, but Fynx wouldn't let up, the alpha's hand pushing down on his head while rolling his hips. Asher tried to brace his hands on the snow leopard's thighs and push away, but the claws digging into his scalp and a snarl of annoyance from above warned him not to. Tracks were scratched into that throat. Those barbs were relentless. Asher thought he needed to cough until the barbs continued to slash and grip, trying to stimulate flesh that was much tougher than the drake's slick, slimy throat. His throat burned, trenches forming in the wake of those raking barbs, plowing and marking their property.

A thought occurred to Asher that sent him over the edge, his pussy gushing in his pants.

He found a new way to bully me, to sully me further…to make me dirtier!

Asher's legs quivered as his pants grew darker. His shlorping and glorking gags covering up the fact that Fynx was making the little faggot cum hands free.

“Almost…there," Fynx snarled as he pushed onward, his cock sinking into Asher's throat further until that knot was pressed firmly against the drake's nose. Any air Asher managed to choke down was tainted with his abuser's thick and potent man musk.

Fynx let go of Asher's head and the drake sprang back and coughed, thick wads of cock snot mixed with throat mucus shot out of his nose, his eyes a teary mess. Before Fynx even had a moment to insult the drake, he hopped back on that cock, his throat opening up to glork that cock down further, the barbs raking against his throat and making him cough up more thick cock snot. Thick strands of the hot DNA preamble clung to the drake's muzzle, the strands flying as he propelled himself forward and kissed that knot before pulling back, wanting to scream as those barbs raked his throat and assaulted his gag reflex. It was all he could do not to retch.

But he wouldn't stop, he couldn't, he was about to fucking cream again. Asher's jaw was sore, his mouth and throat already raked raw by those barbs, and he couldn't care about anything besides the payload that Fynx wanted to bust in his throat.

“Fuck YES! Take it! You Filthy, Fucking, FAGGOT!" Fynx snatched one of Asher's horns thrusted like a mad man, yanking back on that makeshift leash to tighten the throat he was fucking. He didn't care if he fucked a hole right through the back of Asher's skull. His pleasure and dominance over this little cum guzzler was all that mattered.

Asher, through the suffocating haze and muzzle beating of that knot, managed to still pull through and make the pleasure better. He moved his dainty hand up to grip the base of that knot, his fingers stroking over it and simulating a tie and quivering pussy.

“EAT UP YOU FUCKING CUM BUCKET!" Fynx pressed forward, his knot flush with that mouth as he came. Fynx's nuts drew up and his cock throbbed violently as if trying to dare the little drake to gag before smacking his throat with a powerful jet of cum. It was so copious and thick it shot out the drake's nose before it gargled down into his gullet. Thick squelching slurried down that abused and raw throat.

“Fuck yeah bitch," Fynx's foot paws flexed in his expensive shoes. “Take my easy nut. Suck it out of me like I give a shit if you live or die. FUCKING take that shit," Fynx purred and growled lustfully, his nuts still bouncing, his taint flexing with the force of his shots. “Every drop, you fucking shit lick, every drop to make it up to me, for lost time."

Asher came hard, his cunt gushing as he felt that first smack of cum in his gullet. Bubbles of cum and throat snot gurgled out of his nose. He couldn't breathe…he couldn't even really think…but he was full…he was used…he felt like a dirty sock in the gym locker room used to bust some horny teen's workout boner.

And he loved it.

His vision fluttered, his arms felt weak and tingled from lack of oxygen. Was he going to pass out?

Just before everything went black he was ripped off that shaft. Asher collapsed to the floor, his head hitting the tile before he hacked up a massive wad of cum. It was thick, tar like with how virile it was, and tinged with a hint of blood. Asher gasped before coughing again, his lungs speckled with the thick strands of kitten cream that the big cat just dumped into him.

“Shit, did you cum? You're so fucking pathetic," Fynx smirked down at the drake collapsed at his feet. He bent down and pulled the leash of that gasping drake and slapped him with his still hard cock, those barbs scraping his cheek and causing the dragon to yelp and sniff.

Asher smelled nothing but musk, the powerful, salty, bitter odor of man as it burned in his nose, those swimmers trying to find any purchase in his sinuses, but only causing tears to stream down the drake's face. Asher was struck by Fynx's still hard nightstick. The drake opened his eyes and looked up. The look of anger and remorselessness sent a shot down into his cunt, making it ache for another orgasm.

“Clean it up," Fynx ordered before letting go of Asher. The drake managed to find the strength to stay kneeling, his every muscle shaking form more than just lack of oxygen. Asher complied, his eyes wedged shut as he tried not to sob.

He was a faggot…a good little fuck dump…a punching bag…a piece of shit for his bully's amusement. That's what was going through his head as he lapped up the cooling cum from that shaft, licking it clean as Fynx texted the girls at his apartment. Without warning Fynx pulled away, his cock slapping the drake one last time as he started to zip up.

“That's right, cry like a little bitch, Anal," Fynx chuckled as he washed his hands, grabbed a few wads of tissue and threw them at the drake. “Clean yourself up, or don't, I don't give a shit."

Asher flinched as the wet wad of towels smacked his face. He let out a little hick of a sob before going to clean his face off. That's when Fynx said something that sent terrifying shivers down his spine.

“See you around, pussy boy," Fynx purred lustfully as he swaggered out of the bathroom, his phone going to his ear as he started talking to some unknown person. Leaving his tie behind.

Asher shuddered, cold and alone…he shuffled his way into a stall to clean himself off. He peeled his pants off, thick strands of his fem cum lacing between his pants, panties, and puffy pussy.

“See…see me around?" Asher's knees shook as he moved his hands down to his peach and started to stroke it tenderly. The white soft scales around his cunt were bright pink and glossy from the honey that spilled from him earlier.

“Pussy boy…" Asher gasped, his tongue lulling out as he stroked his cunt, his free hand griping that tie and synching it tighter. It hurt even as he spoke, his throat fucked and raked to hell by that cock. He could feel the shallow cuts all along tongue and roof of his mouth, he felt every stinking reminder of what Fynx did to him with every swallow, with every fucking word. “Pussy boy…pussy…boy!" he grunted out. Each word another slap to his pride, another agonizing layer of shameful pain and pleasure.

Asher's cunt clenched as he came, his cum gushing over his fingers as he squirted harder than he ever had before. Asher slumped to the side, his head hitting the cold metal of the stall.

“Fuck…" Asher bit his lip, his chin quivering. “Why…why am I so fucked up…" More tears rolled down his muzzle. He could hardly keep himself from sobbing as he sat there on his porcelain throne of shame. Just like back in high school…he was crying by himself in the bathroom. No one cared or bothered to check up on him.

That thought both thrilled and terrified him to no end.