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The moment Dylan walked into the house, he knew it was bad news. His topaz-scaled roommate of five years, Rivas, was on the computer, a look of intense frustration on his face…that wasn’t something that boded well. Still, he pretended not to notice, just in case he was misreading something. “How’d it go?”

“…Take a wild guess.”

Well, that shattered the illusory hope pretty nicely. “Shit. They really turned you down?”

“Without even a word as to why. I swear, why did I even get this fucking degree if it doesn’t get me anything…” The dragon’s irate mumbling was familiar to the human by now, he’d heard that lament several times in the past several months. Rivas had been in an accounting job, but a downsizing had seen him let go, and he’d been putting in applications over and over since then, with very few bites. It seemed outrageous that he was getting nothing when he had two years of experience and a degree under his belt, but Dylan unfortunately could believe it - he’d heard that it was not a good market in that field at this time. And even though Rivas had been applying to much less skilled jobs, he’d seen just as poor results from that - no one expected that he was going to stick with it if he had a better offer, a presumption that Dylan knew was true.

“I’m so sorry, Rivas. It’s awful that they’re not even giving you a chance.”

“No kidding. I’m starting to wonder if I’ve just dead-ended. Maybe I need to go into something else, another field where numbers and figures are wanted. Data analyst, maybe? But I’d need a whole fuckin’ different degree for that…where am I gonna get the funds for THAT?”

“…I don’t know. It would take a ton of time as well.”

“I know…” Rivas groaned. “I feel awful, I’m just sponging off of you and I know you can’t afford it. I swear, I’ve put in a thousand applications on these stupid sites…what does it take?”

“Well…I have a feeling I’m gonna want to know that myself.”

Rivas jerked around, eyes widening as he saw the dismal look in the human’s eyes. “No. You’re shitting me.”

“God, I wish. They gave me the boot.” Dylan’s situation had already been rough thanks to the dragon’s unemployment - Rivas paid what he could from what he got for unemployment but it wasn’t nearly enough, and Dylan had been making up the deficiencies in rent for months now, putting a strain on his own finances. His mechanic work wasn’t exactly letting him roll in the dough, but it had been pretty decent for someone who hadn’t been able to make it in college…but a change in management had proven fatal for his employment, as the new manager had an inexplicable dislike for him and a replacement lined up to step in basically the next day. “I tried to appeal to the owner but he said that he wasn’t going to step in.”

“Fucking hell…” Head in hands and elbows on knees, Rivas looked and felt like the world was crashing down on them. “Of all the times…why now?”

“I know…it would have sucked even if you DID get your job, I’m not sure we would’ve made rent next month. But now? There’s no way. Even if I do find something, I’m almost certainly not gonna get it fast enough to get paid in time, and even if I could, it’s not likely to be the same I was making.” Dylan slumped into one of the kitchen chairs, letting out a deep sigh. “It’s all falling apart…no way my family’s got the funds to prop us up, and I know you’ve already borrowed as much as they’ll let you from your own. I dunno, I think we’re fucked.”

Rivas rubbed his eyes and then took a deep breath. “Yeah, we are. Just…a matter of whether it’s literally or figuratively.”

“…Huh?”

“Okay, so, I wasn’t gonna bring this up, because…well, it was just something that was borne of desperation, not something I had been seriously considering. I was frustrated, starting to feel desperate, and did some looking, and then got the interview and didn’t give it a second thought. But…I dunno, now that that’s fallen through and you don’t have anything…” Rivas let out a long sigh, and then looked at Dylan. “The Moonlight Den is hiring.”

“The Moonlight Den?” Dylan had to fish around for that to connect. “That fetish club? That was the place where your brother had his bachelor party, right?”

“Yeah. It’s not…what I would have really wanted to do, but fuck, if they aren’t gonna let me make money with my brain, maybe they’ll let me do it with my body. It was something I wasn’t really intending to do unless it got really desperate…to me, this sounds really desperate.”

It sure did to Dylan, as well - enough that the shock of Rivas considering it passed pretty quickly. “Yeah, it is…my parents don’t have a place for me since they downsized, I don’t know who else I could stay with. I really don’t want to have to, either…but do you think you’d make enough to keep us afloat?”

Rivas shrugged. “I honestly don’t know if I would. But…they’ve posted a few want ads. One of them…it’s specifically for a human.”

Suddenly what Rivas was proposing was actually hitting home. “You…you want me to…”

“It’s not a matter of ‘want,’ Dylan. It’s…the situation we’re in. It’s whether you want to take a chance that you find something else quickly enough to ensure we still have a roof over our heads, or that I’m somehow gonna make enough to cover everything…which, if I knew I would, lord knows I’d do it, I owe you that much anyway. But, yeah, it is what it is…I’m not gonna force you to do anything, I’m just telling you, that’s what’s there.”

As if that wasn’t pressure already…Rivas was all but saying he couldn’t guarantee anything from him going alone, which meant that Dylan had to make a decision fast, because the dragon already had. He wasn’t really sure what he thought of it, he was still trying to adjust to the normalization of sex work and some ingrained prejudices were still in play…it hadn’t been something he’d ever considered doing, but…Rivas hadn’t considered it either, until he had. It wasn’t like the dragon was particularly excited about the prospect, either. And he had to admit, Rivas was right, their situation was more than pretty dicey, their best hope of not getting evicted was to get money fast. Of course, that was all contingent on even getting the job…Dylan didn’t think of himself as a particularly sexually enticing specimen, so it might all come to nothing anyway. And if that was the case, then…well, was there really harm in trying?

“Okay…I’ll come with you. Though, it’s not like we’re guaranteed a job, right? Just because we’re a warm body, I have to imagine they can find someone sexier than, well, me. You’re probably more likely to get one.”

“Sure, not a guarantee, but I don’t think we’ll have too much trouble.” Rivas sounded more confident than Dylan thought was warranted, but he wasn’t aware of what the dragon knew about Moonlight Den - or that the dragon was already more certain that the human would be hired than him.

———

Dylan was very much not into the whole ‘scene’ of fetish clubs - he knew about them, he did his best not to judge, but he’d never been and, until now, hadn’t contemplated going to one. So he didn’t really know what to expect, beyond the vaguest of notions - someplace dark, dingy, vaguely sinister, a den of deviance that had that atmosphere that make those unfamiliar with them awkward and uncomfortable. So he was rather surprised to walk into The Moonlight Den and find out that it was…relatively normal. At least in a few ways.

Sure, the lighting was dim, but not in a grungy way, but more of an atmosphere, trying to evoke night time, when a lot of this sort of fun happened. It also wasn’t off-putting, really, in fact it had a vaguely comfortable feel to it, surprisingly clean and organized. Unexpected given the activity that he knew went on in there, and there were plenty of people who weren’t shy about it, even up towards the front. Not that they had to be, it was a much more sexually open culture than Dylan had come from and it wasn’t even that big a deal to be right out in the open going at it, though it certainly wasn’t an everyday occurrence. But even having that stuff in his face wasn’t really throwing him off much, it just felt pretty normal…it was setting him a bit more at ease about the whole idea, though he still wasn’t totally there.

He following Rivas up to the desk, eyes darting around. On one side was a skunk in pup gear, being led around by a horse wearing nothing; while he wasn’t visibly aroused, that huge sheath and heavy sack were pretty intimidating to Dylan, who definitely couldn’t boast anything close to that. There was also a leopard woman who seemed to be stepping on a diminutive male mouse, who Dylan couldn’t tell how much he was enjoying it versus embarrassed by it. On the other side, a fox was locked in a rack, being pounded away at by a badger, the rack creaking and squeaking under the force of his thrusts; nearby was an armadillo somewhat gently thrusting into a stoat who had on some kind of sensory deprivation hood and a chastity cage over his sheath. As they neared the desk, he spotted another couple somewhat in the shadows, a lizard man with two dicks poised to take what Dylan first thought was a female rabbit, but a second look suggested that it might have been a transmale or intersex individual. The rabbit looked nervous, but wasn’t trying to avoid what was coming, which appeared to be a double dicking in both possible entryways. It looked relatively vanilla…except, Dylan had a slight suspicion that perhaps the rabbit hadn’t walked in that way.

I don’t know how comfortable I’d be with any of this stuff. That might disqualify me from a job already…I don’t really think I’m all that kinky. Is everything in here about fetish? Is it a problem to just, you know, have sex? Rivas didn’t seem fazed by any of it, which sort of surprised Dylan; while the dragon was certainly more open and used to these things, Dylan never got the impression that he was particularly kinky either. Maybe he was used to it since he’d been there before.

He snapped to attention as Rivas started talking with the clerk, a lynx with fur dyed yellow and orange. “We’re responding to the online ad? The ones for stage and service?”

“Ah, yes, I remember hearing about that. Follow me, I’ll take you back to our assessor.” Assessor…an odd way of referring to someone who’d be hiring them. Dylan wondered if they had more applicants than they actually wanted, surely not everyone was desirable, they probably had to score them somehow. Still, not his business, he just needed to stand there and look…well, as attractive as he could, not that that was particularly so, in his eyes.

As they went deeper into the club, Dylan tried to get more of a sense of the place. There was a large open area in what appeared to be the center of the club, including a bar and a couple of stage areas, including a central one that had a fair bit of seating in front of it. There seemed to be a few places where people were or could be tied down here and there, and shelves on the walls with various pieces of gear that seemed to be designed for quite a few different head shapes. They were passing through a hallway with windows showing the main area on one side, while on the other side were doors to what he presumed were private rooms; he could only imagine what was inside each one, maybe they were all standard or maybe they were all different. If he spent enough time in here, he’d probably find out.

But the room they entered, near the back, was much more normal - an office, slightly cluttered but apparently chaste, staffed by a gator who looked pretty burly and maybe surly. The lynx beckoned them to follow her in. “Luthor, the prospects are here to see you.”

“Thank you, Sunny. I’ll take it from here.” Well, Luthor didn’t sound grouchy, at least; maybe he just had the whole resting bitch face going on. As the lynx exited and the door shut behind her, the gator stood up and walked around the desk, giving each a handshake; Dylan’s hand was very noticeably dwarfed by the reptile’s, he was as tall as Rivas and a fair bit broader. His clothing was clean and professional, but Dylan couldn’t help but notice a rack with some more salacious wear on it in the back corner; he probably spent a good bit of time outside the office as well. “So, you two are looking for employment. So, let’s start with a few questions. What’s your reason for choosing us?”

The two exchanged looks, and then Rivas spoke. “Well…we’ll be honest, it’s…kind of just a desperation move. We’ve both recently lost jobs…I haven’t had any luck finding one for several months now, and Dylan here just lost his. We’re trying to find a place to hire us so that we can keep our apartment, mostly.”

“Hm. Well, points for honesty, I suppose, but I hope you understand that ain’t exactly inspiring a lot of confidence out of the gate. So you’d be looking to jump ship the moment you found something more ‘respectable,’ then?”

“I…haven’t really had the luxury of looking that far ahead, to be honest.”

“It’s not really something I ever considered before,” added Dylan. “I mean, I probably wouldn’t have gone for it if it wasn’t a bad situation, but just because…well, that just never crossed my mind. But we can’t be the only ones looking to make ends meet like this, right?”

Dylan thought he saw a slight smirk pass over the gator’s expression before it went back to neutral, but he might have imagined it. “True enough. But desperation doesn’t typically make for excitement, I find. We want people who want to be here, not who feel like they have no choice…when people are like that, it feels like taking advantage of them, and everyone knows it. It shows, too. If I don’t have the confidence that you really mean it, I can’t take ya on.”

“Ah…yeah, I guess that would make sense,” agreed Rivas. “But, I’m not sex-averse or fetish-averse or anything like that…it wasn’t really something I ‘planned’ on, but I wouldn’t be doing it if I wasn’t comfortable with the idea.”

“And I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t feel the same way,” Dylan quickly agreed - he could sense that things would go south if he suggested any hesitation. “And…well, it’s true that we’re kind of in dire straits, but we’re not just looking to make a buck and run, stable work would be great no matter what it was.”

Whether his words made any difference, Dylan didn’t know, but Luthor did seem reasonably mollified. “Well, I suppose that’ll be put to the test. You two have profiles?”

“Nothing really set,” replied Rivas, with Dylan nodding along. He knew a little about that - a ‘sexual preference profile,’ which contained a number of different metrics under the umbrella of preference, quite a few more aspects than Dylan would have thought, as well as a list of fetishes. He’d seen a few before, but never made one, it was more common for dating or hookup apps and he hadn’t done any of that.

“Right, well, you’re gonna have to get set up with one. But I’m guessing that’s gonna require more experience. Lemme lay it out clean to you boys, we’ve got a policy of if it’s not off the table, it’s on the table, and it’s not off the table unless you’ve tried it once. Now, there’s a limit to that, of course, we have a list of off-limits stuff in general, but there’s a bunch of stuff some people consider ‘extreme’ which would be acceptable here. If you want to do a trial run with someone on a particular thing, we can set that up so you don’t have to go into it with a stranger, but you’re likely gonna encounter at least a few things that you’re not familiar with with people you don’t know and aren’t really vetted. That’s the nature of the business, and if that ain’t to your comfort, I’d hardly blame you, but it’s a job requirement. If there are things that really skeeve you or distress you, once it’s confirmed it’s off the table, and that’s fine, but we’re not just gonna let you have nothing on there because you haven’t tried anything.”

All that made Dylan a bit nervous, but Rivas seemed long on confidence. “Understood. I’m willing to do that…honestly, I’ve kind of wanted a chance to be a bit more adventurous, figure out what works for me and what doesn’t. It’s hard to judge from just reading about it, you know?”

“I guess it would be good to know…I won’t lie and say it doesn’t make me nervous, but, well, it’s not like other jobs don’t have the chance of bad experiences, too,” Dylan joined in, only slightly hesitantly. He couldn’t really say he was as confident in it as Rivas, but like hell he was going to let that sink things.

Luthor finally allowed a slight grin to be intentionally left on his face. “Well, now…this IS kinda refreshing. You boys have the right enough things to say, but it doesn’t sound rehearsed like I get constantly from most of the walk-ins who only think about the chance for free sex. ‘Course, the proof’s gonna be in the pudding, and there’s gonna be a LOT of pudding…you’ll find out pretty quickly whether you can or can’t handle it. But I like genuine folk, so I’m came to move things forward a touch. Next step’s inspecting the goods, so you’re gonna have to lose the duds and show me what I’m asked to be working with here.”

Rivas once again was showing more ease with this step, working himself out of his clothes like he couldn’t stand them. Dylan was slower, less confident in his shape and desirability, but still doing it; it was also somewhat awkward because he hadn’t been naked around anyone other than Rivas in a long time, and Rivas hardly counted, they were roommates and while either of them were nudists, they weren’t overly concerned with hiding by this point. But if he was going to be doing this, he’d have to not be shy about this sort of thing, and while he wasn’t totally at ease, it didn’t make him too anxious in the end, as he pushed the pile of clothes aside and stood next to Rivas.

The contrast surely couldn’t have been greater. The topaz dragon was quite a bit taller and broader than the human, with a physique that was unquestionably superior. Rivas wasn’t exactly a muscleman himself, he was on the lean side compared to other dragons, but he still had a natural definition that was at least modest. Dylan considered himself fairly scrawny, even though he’d worked at a mechanic’s place and wasn’t exactly a weakling he was rather smaller, and not particularly muscular in any way; he at least was healthy, but not dazzling.

But it was Rivas who Luthor was scrutinizing with less than unfettered eagerness. “Hm…well, you’re kind of an awkward fit, now. Dragons like you are a dime a dozen, and you’ve got this misfit for most of the common niches. Typically they want the more built ones if they want someone to conquer them, and they want twinkier if they’re looking for a sub. Can’t say I know if you’ll really do the trick…” The dragon’s expression furrowed, that confidence seeming to have faltered somewhat.

“But here…hm.” Luthor turned his attention to Dylan, looking the human up and down; Dylan almost started to feel like a piece of meat being sized up for dinner. And to his surprise, he was getting a much more positive response from the gator. “Heh, you might just be perfect, now.”

“Huh? But…I mean, I’m not…”

“Not conventionally attractive, I’m guessing you’re thinking? Boy, ain’t many coming in here for conventionally attractive, especially for a human. Humans are kind of an exotic, and most coming in with eyes on a human, they don’t want one that challenges them, they want one they can play with at their leisure. Best traits you can have are small, nonthreatening, and not packing a hell of a lot between the legs.” Dylan flushed a bit at that - Luthor was certainly speaking relative, anthros were simply better hung on average and he was no slouch compared to his species, but it still was a bit of a backhanded compliment. “You walk out there like this and there’ll be some all over you in an instant. You’d be an immediate yes from me.”

“R-really?” That wasn’t at all what Dylan was expecting - he figured Rivas would be the shoo-in, easily. But the thought of being here alone, without Rivas, was certainly not one that had him resting easy; even with the dragon, it was a bit daunting, but he couldn’t imagine trying to step into a place like this without Rivas there. If Luthor was going to say no to the dragon, he didn’t think he’d be able to accept…

Luthor must have sensed this, even though it wasn’t spoken. “Hum, but I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you’d have to be part of a package deal, no? Seems like you’re the sub here, noticed you let Rivas speak for you a fair bit, let him take the lead, deferring to him a lot, eh? You two have a relationship, or…”

“Ah, we’re, uh, roommates,” said Rivas. “Nothing like that.”

“Hm. Yet. Right, if I’m gonna give you a shot, it’s gotta come with a field test. It’s one thing to talk about sex, another to do it, especially when it comes to our flavor. You’re gonna need to get used to some things, and that includes overcoming some shyness.” Luthor leaned it a bit. “Might be worth your while, though…you’ve made it clear you’re not in the easiest of positions, and this ‘field test’ might have a pretty decent bonus associated with it. Even if you don’t make the cut, you’ll still get that outta this.”

That was something that couldn’t be ignored…no figure stated, but anything was certainly going to help at this point. Rivas again spoke first. “I’ll be happy to give a chance to show what I can do.”

“I guess I’ll need to make sure I’m all good with this, myself,” agreed Dylan. “Are we gonna be, uh, p-performing for people?”

“You’re a quick study, Dyl. It’s a simple stage show. Nothing too excessive, this is just about pulling open your comfort zone. If you can put yourself out there on display, it shows you’ve got the chops to at least move on to the next phase. Of course, there are expectations, so it’s not just gonna be vanilla sex, but it won’t require any props or anything too unorthodox…I’m thinking simple dom-sub. You can leave your clothes here, you aren’t going to need them for a while - the employee dress code is no. Accessories don’t count, though, and you might wanna get used to a collar at some point.”

“Er, yeah, I…guess. That sounds fine, I think. Uh, am I gonna meet who I’m gonna, uh, perform with?”

Luthor grinned broadly. “You’re standing next to him.”

Both pairs of eyes widened. “W-wait, what?” stammered Dylan. “But…I’ve…we’ve never…”

“And?” Luthor let out a deep rumbling laugh. “What do you think this job is all about? You’re gonna be having sex with all sorts of people who you’ve never had sex with before, never even seen before. And not just that, but you’re gonna have to engage in some of their deepest, darkest desires. This? This is as easy as it’s gonna get. If you can’t handle this, then you can’t handle here. And trust me, you may be thinking that it’ll be harder with someone you know than someone you’ll never have to see or think about again…it’s not. It never is. Because those people, they’ll take advantage of the anonymity, they won’t go easy on you, they won’t care what you want or how you feel beyond what they have to. Believe me, we get plenty of assholes, just like any other customer service place…and while we can do something about some of them, you’re gonna have to put up with plenty of them. This here, this is dipping your toes in, with someone who will want to watch himself. You dig?”

“…I…uh, dig,” muttered Rivas. “Sorry, just…kind of blindsided me, I wasn’t expecting that. But…well, I’ll do my best, if Dylan is good with that.”

“Y-yeah…okay…I, uh. I guess you’re right…” That didn’t stop Dylan from being nervous about it. But was he going to let being nervous ruin everything for them? Not just the job, if they didn’t get this the odds were slim that they had a chance to keep their lives in order. “I, uh…do you want me to be the, uh, dom or the sub?”

Luthor’s grin widened further, and Dylan swore he could count every tooth in that maw. “Kid, I like you just because you’re greener than my scaly ass. Let me put it this way: you are NOT a dom, and you never will be. I got a bead on you right quick here, you aren’t even banging this guy and you’re letting him take the lead on everything. I’m even willing to wager that he suggested this to you.” Dylan’s eyes widened a bit, and Luthor laughed again. “Yeah, if that ain’t confirmation! No, I’m not a mind reader, I just know types. Some people are doms through and through; some can play any role without any trouble; some act like dommy brats whenever they can but are just begging for a better stud to wreck them. But then there are guys like you, who are as blatantly subby as the day is long. And in this place? That’ll get you a long ways. Most humans who last any length of time here are like you, because that’s what the guys here want. This ain’t a place for humans to dom, it’s a place for them to get dommed. So, to properly answer your question: you’re the sub, and you don’t ever have to ask again, because you are ALWAYS the sub. You got it?”

Dylan swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, good. Rivas, was it?” Luthor looked up at the dragon. “Why don’t you get Dylan out there and settled into his role? We’ll have to discuss how you’ll fit in once all is said and done, but for now you’ll get to be large and in charge.”

“Understood.” Rivas seemed a little bit stung that he seemed to be so forgettable, but he didn’t linger on that as he took hold of Dylan’s hand. “I’ve been here before, I think I know where to go. C’mon, Dylan, let’s go give ‘em a show to remember.”

Dylan nodded, and the two turned to leave. Though Dylan was pretty sure Luthor’s eyes were following him as they did…part of him wondered if it was going to be that long before the gator was going to do more than just look. If he liked him that much, Dylan might have to be ready for that in the future…what WAS he getting himself into? Hopefully, gainful employment…

———

True to his word, Rivas did know where to go. There was a small stage in the back of the main room, not a huge thing, just big enough for a few people to share some space…maybe more if they got really close up. Which Dylan had a feeling they usually did.

“It’s not much, but this isn’t the main draw anyway,” explained Rivas. “People are here more to have sex than to watch it…usually, stuff like this is just whetting the appetite for your own stuff. Though for some people, watching is their kink, so there’s that, too. Anyway, we shouldn’t have to do anything special to arrange this, it’s pretty much meant for informal stuff, so unless someone is on there, we’re good to go.”

“You, uh…know more about this place than I thought,” said Dylan, a bit apprehensively.

“…I, uh…I might have…visited this place more than I let on,” replied Rivas a bit awkwardly, flushing a bit.

“You…what?”

“I didn’t want to tell you because…well, I mean, I didn’t think you would have much interest in my sex life anyway, but I also know that sometimes people get nervous when they hear they’re living with a kinky dragon. I mean, considering we’ve got, uh, more magic to do stuff to people with than most, they get worried that they’re easy targets…which, if the dragon doesn’t know how to respect boundaries, they can be. But yeah, I’ve visited this place probably once a month if not more…I, uh, I was the one to suggest it for my brother’s shindig.”

Dylan’s face was reddening as well, realizing that he was seeing a side of the dragon that he really hadn’t known about. And he knew what Rivas was talking about, he’d been warned when he’d first chosen to room with Rivas that that was risky if he didn’t know what the dragon was into…he’d mostly ignored that, thinking it was just stereotyping, and to his credit Rivas had never breached a boundary like that. But this was going to be a breach on a lot of levels, and one that Dylan was opening himself to willingly… “You…you knew that they’d like me better, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did. I…I mean, it’s not like I’ve been thinking about you in that way a ton or anything, I just…you’re not exactly…subtle about how you are, if I’m being honest. I’ve had people asking me how I haven’t collared you yet, they just expect that you’re a natural sub…you’ve got that vibe, I guess. And this place, it almost can’t get enough of humans like you. So I figured you’d get accepted right away…wasn’t quite expecting that I’d barely be scraping in, I don’t think I’m THAT lackluster…but, like I told you before, I wasn’t gonna force you into anything, I just…wanted to give you the option. And…it’s still an option, even at this point. We CAN go back in and say it’s not for us…but I’m leaving that to your decision. Because, I know I’m willing to do this. And if you’re worried…it doesn’t have to leave this place. I’m not gonna force you to play that role everywhere, definitely not.”

Dylan swallowed a bit. He definitely was uncertain, it was a lot to think about, a lot to take in. He was on the precipice of essentially opening his body up to any number of strangers with any number of intentions…maybe that was a thought that excited some people, but considering he was a virgin, he couldn’t draw on experience to get to that comfort point. It probably wasn’t a good idea to get his introduction like this, among other bad ideas…but, he also had to come back around to reality. They needed money, HE needed money, and if this was something he could be good at, something where he would be appreciated, respected, and capable…he’d only had the last of those three at the mechanic’s shop since the leadership change, and they weren’t a guarantee anywhere else, either. It was still entirely within the realm of possibility that this would be the best job he’d ever had and ever would have…

And…if he was being honest…he sort of felt inclined to agree just because Rivas was okay with it. It was starting to occur to him just how often he deferred to Rivas on a lot of things…he’d never really thought about it before, Rivas had never said anything about it either. When they ordered food, he went along with whatever Rivas was feeling a yen for. He’d let the dragon decide how they set up their utilities and streaming services, paying his share without complaint or significant input. When Rivas suggested an activity, he almost always went along with it, only declining if there was another obligation he had…even sometimes accepting over those other obligations if they weren’t vital or to his taste. There’d even been a couple of occasions where Rivas had jokingly ordered him to do something and he’d ended up doing just that, even though it was clear than Rivas hadn’t been actually intending for him to…he just felt like he should, like he enjoyed seeing the dragon happy, enjoyed doing things with him, enjoyed doing things for him. Maybe that was why people asked Rivas if he’d made a more serious move to be in charge of him…because he was already halfway there.

And maybe this was just going to get them the other half of the way.

And that was what settled it for him. He was supposed to be submissive to Rivas, wasn’t he? At least while he was in here, the dragon was the dom. Why not start with this? He gave Rivas a nod. “I…I’m willing to do this too. So…uh…what should I do?”

Rivas gave him a slight nod back. “Really, it’s pretty simple…listen and obey. And…don’t be afraid. Because I’m going to make sure they don’t question my dominance…that means I could get pretty rough and demanding. But I’m not going to hurt you. Anything I do, you’ll be able to handle. And if you can’t, if I go too far, speak up and tell me, or hit me to stop me if your mouth’s occupied. I’m not doing a whole ‘safe word’ thing, this is dom-sub, not fake rape or roleplay, if you tell me no it’s a no straight up.”

That at least was comforting, knowing that Rivas was laying down a few rules that he could use if things did get to be too much. He was really hoping he didn’t have to do that, though, he wanted to be able to handle this. “Okay…I guess, we should get started then, right?”

“All right. Just remember, even if I’m letting my other side loose, I’m not gonna ignore you…it just might feel like I might.” Rivas stepped up onto the small stage, Dylan following close behind. Just getting up there got a few eyes on them, a few anthros were clearly interested in what they would be seeing…he noticed that their eyes were more on him than Rivas. Maybe that would change once the dragon got started, he hoped the attention would be a little more spread out…

Suddenly Rivas turned, and Dylan let out a small gasp looking up at his eyes. There was a fire in them that he’d never seen in the dragon before…it really was like Rivas had let out a different side of him, already he seemed like he was a different person. A slight smirk appeared on his face, with an aggression, a hunger than was unfamiliar to Dylan. “On your knees, start sucking, slut. Polish my cock before I shove it into your ass.”

That voice…Rivas’s voice, but with an edge that Dylan NEVER heard. It wasn’t just confrontational, it wasn’t just demanding, it was forceful, powerful…lustful. That was it, that was the element, Rivas rarely talked sex with Dylan, he didn’t experience the horny side of the dragon…now he knew what it was. And it was intimidating, for sure, but…it was like something in the back of his mind knew just what to do, guided him down onto his knees in front of the topaz dragon, submitting to his commands - and as he did, the anxiety eased just a little. Obeying Rivas felt good and right, and that was all he really needed to worry about, right?

On his knees turned out to be a bit low for him, so Rivas had to bend down a bit. His cock was pushing out of his slit, slowly growing and swelling…Dylan had seen it but one time, just an accidental bathroom walk-in at the wrong time, a moment of brief embarrassment which turned rapidly into something to laugh about in the aftermath. He knew it was big at full mast…it wasn’t there yet, but once it got there, Rivas was quite well-hung, on par with most dragons, with a pointed head that was mostly even except for two slight spikes along the top that curled up under the head, a slightly ribbed texture down the shaft, and a knot that would start to swell once he was all the way out. Having it in his face like this made it seem a whole lot bigger than it even was, though…still, he had his command. Start sucking. Virgin though he was, he’d read enough to have a basic idea of the mechanics, and it wasn’t like he needed to complicate it - they just wanted to see Rivas dom him.

His mouth opened, and he started licking and sucking, working his tongue over the pointed head, diving into the dragon’s flavor. Dylan wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but somehow the scent and taste felt almost familiar…maybe that was just because he’d lived with Rivas for a few years, and he’d been around the dragon’s regular scent enough that this was just an embellishment of it. And…he kind of liked it. It was a bit grungy and heavy, with salty and bitter tones, but something about it was getting to him on a deeper level…it felt like it was right for a dragon. And if he was going to be a dragon’s bitch, he definitely shouldn’t have been complaining about it…maybe even thanking Rivas for offering it to him. That would come off as a very submissive display, wouldn’t it? That’s what people would want to see out of him…that was what Luthor had been saying, right?

A growl from Rivas shook Dylan out of his thoughts, and he felt a hand on the back of his head. “I’m not looking to be teased, bitch. I said polish my cock, that means ALL of it.” He pushed on Dylan’s head, forcing them human against it, rubbing it against his face and leaving a slight wetness along the human’s face, getting his musky fluid all over Dylan. Taking the ‘hint’, Dylan started to work more fervently, dragging his tongue along the shaft, running the tip along the grooves of those ribs, and pushing into the swelling knot at the base, even licking around it up to the slit. It was only halfway his own decisions where to go, that hand was pushing him to different spots and he didn’t really have much will to resist it, as if he really could, he could feel the power behind it even if it wasn’t all being put to use. He could almost swear he could feel eyes on him, watching him be dominated and controlled by Rivas…and the stirring in his groin told him that that wasn’t exactly bothering him. Maybe he was more into this than he thought…

His head reached towards his cock to start stroking himself, but a quick, thankfully light and claw-less kick from Rivas’s foot staved that off. “Uh-uh. Don’t even think about it. You’re gonna cum how a proper bitch cums, from getting fucked and nothing else. Try touching yourself again and I’ll take it away from you.” Dylan wasn’t sure how serious that threat was, but he wasn’t going to tempt fate, and his hand went up to Rivas’s thigh, making it obvious that he wasn’t going to oppose that dictate. It didn’t really bother him, though…oddly enough, that might have made it more exciting, Rivas was really showing him what it was like to be lorded over and it was kind of thrilling. He put that excitement into his tonguework, giving a good spit shine to every inch of that imperious dragon dick, licking and suckling at the tip and the spikes, lapping over every ridge, polishing that thick bulge at the base…it was at full size now, and as daunting as a dragon’s dick should have been. Dylan was pretty sure he couldn’t handle going further than that orally…even if Rivas was liable to be using some special trick to keep from breaking him completely, he wasn’t going to be doing much except choking on it if he tried taking it all the way without any sort of practice.

Rivas seemed to recognize this, because he didn’t force the issue that way. Instead, he pulled Dylan away from his dick, letting the human admire his handiwork. “Not bad for a virgin bitch. Isn’t this the best dick you’ve ever seen in your life?”

“Hh…y-yeah, it’s…it’s way better than mine…” Dylan’s voice was almost slurred, he sounded breathless and worked up, he must’ve looked it too.

“That’s right, you know it. You’ve been wanting me to fuck you and make you mine for years now, haven’t you?”

“Y-yeah, I’ve…I’ve been…wanting you for so long…” It was supposed to just be part of the act, part of the display…but Dylan almost felt like he really meant it. Feeling Rivas imposing on him, his brain soaking in that potent musky scent…there was something about this that had Dylan feeling almost like it had been missing from his life for the longest time. Acknowledging it felt less like playing it up for the show and more like confessing to a long-held secret - though in this case, one he himself hadn’t even realized he’d been holding.

“You’re gonna get every inch of it, bitch, and that includes the knot. I’m not going easy on you just because it’s your first time…I don’t have to, because I know your bitch ass can take it all, because it was made for it.” Rivas suddenly yanked Dylan up, getting the human on his feet - but only briefly, because then his arms grabbed and hauled the human up, then tossed him into the air a bit to spin him around and grab him with his back against the dragon’s chest. Dylan was left reeling from the sudden motions, barely able to get his head settled by the time he felt his new position get set…he instinctively reached back, trying to grip Rivas’s scales, as one of those arms held him firmly against the scaly body and the other snatched Dylan’s right thigh and pulled it back. Dylan’s other leg went back around the other side, and he was lifted up a bit as Rivas flexed his dick up to press up against the human’s backside. He could see anywhere from half to a dozen onlookers, all of which were quite eagerly watching the dragon make his move…and the human’s obvious excitement at that. A couple of them were stroking themselves to the sight, bringing a flush to Dylan’s face…he was used to thinking of himself as unremarkable and unsexy, but clearly there was something he brought to the table that enticed others. Even if that was him being manhandled and used by a clearly superior creature like Rivas.

A bit of finagling, and Rivas got the tip of his cock wedged against Dylan’s ass. The human could swear he could feel an almost unnatural warmth or aura from the touch of that flesh…maybe imagined, maybe real and Rivas exercising a slight bit of control to protect Dylan’s ass from being totally obliterated. Though there was no question this was going to irrevocably change something, on some level…something that has making his heart race, and it wasn’t in fear. Well, maybe a little fear, but just enough to spice things up, the kind of fear that was right rather than wrong.

“You’ve got an audience, slut…tell them what you want.” Rivas’s voice had never felt so powerful, so imposing…considering the dragon was able to get him complying without any effort, Dylan had never really imagined what it would be like if he really tried. Now he was finding out, and WOW, was it effective…he felt almost like the very concept of refusing was laughable, his mind almost compulsively demanding his concession and compliance.

“I…I want…I want to you fuck me, I want you to claim me, I want you to show me how a dragon marks their bitch properly! Please…I need it more than anything!”

“Good slut.” That was all the warning Dylan got before Rivas thrust, and pulled Dylan down at the same time. The action did more than just push in, it SLAMMED him in, driving probably half of his cock into Dylan in one fell swoop. The breath was driven out of the human, a sharp cry expelled from his lungs as he was deflowered in what felt like the roughest possible way, his body forced to accommodate something it wasn’t prepared to handle in far less time than it was supposed to take. The stretch was intense, his body felt like it was wildly overstuffed and this wasn’t even close to the dragon’s limits! But that odd heat was pervasive throughout, dulling the expected pain down to a mere twinge…

Rivas growled a bit as he slowly started to pull back, prolonging the sensation of that drag as Dylan’s body slowly ceded that stretch, leaving behind a sensation of emptiness that felt almost as pronounced as the sensation of fullness had been. And then, just as it seemed like he might pull out all the way, suddenly he rammed in again, deeper this time, sending what little air Dylan had managed to regain back out of him in a quavering cry that hung in the air a bit. Once again a powerful stretch, though it felt less overwhelming this time, that heat warming further as his body seemed to remember how to contort around that intruder…and in the midst of it, a throb in his own dick as he registered the impact on his prostate, sending a thrill of raw pleasure through him, piercing through the haze in his head from how full he was.

“That’s right…make sure they hear how much you love it, bitch.” The dragon’s voice sent a shiver through Dylan as he began to get fucked in earnest. Rivas was taking it fairly slowly, but that didn’t mean he was going gentle - not in the slightest, as each thrust in was powerful, impactful, slowly getting deeper inside the human, breaking him in forcefully if gradually enough. Every time he pulled back, it was slow, letting Dylan feel the dragon of those spikes and those ridges against his flesh, standing out as starkly as anything the human had ever felt in his life. And with each thrust it was feeling better, more invigorating, more exciting, more stimulating…Dylan couldn’t remember ever being this aroused, he was so keyed up he could barely stand it. His fingers flexed against Rivas’s scales, his back arched, his mouth hung open and let off the occasional thready high-pitched cry interrupted by quick breaths in.

It was only when Dylan felt the bulge of that knot start to rest against his rear that things started to shift from that slow yet imposing start. Rivas paused a bit, a deep, alluring rumble causing the human to shiver as he felt that snout near his ear. “Having the time of your life, bitch?”

“Ah…ah…y-ah…” It was hard to get anything out at this point, but Dylan did his best to give his assent. He definitely felt thoroughly overpowered, and he couldn’t imagine anything better at the moment.

“Good. Because that was just the warm-up. Now you get to REALLY get the full slut experience.” Rivas tightened his grip on Dylan, and then…Dylan had gotten so used to the long, slow pull-out, he wasn’t ready for the dragon to jerk out halfway and then crash back his, his knot smacking hard against Dylan’s hole, driving the air out of him yet again. And this time, he wasn’t given time to get it back in, as Rivas jerked out again and slammed in again, making Dylan jerk a bit in his grip as he was sent to a new level of overwhelmed. Rivas hadn’t been remotely joking, everything before felt like a warm-up compared to now!

And yet, the new level of intensity was bringing with it a new level of bliss. His body was getting used to being stretched, his ass was getting familiar with being intruded on so deeply, and his prostate was getting intimately associated with being mauled by every motion of that thick shaft that seemed like it was trying to break him. Those spikes were rubbing very sharply against his inner walls, leaving lines of sensation that felt like they were burrowing in deeper and deeper with every thrust, and those ribs were rubbing very fiercely against his asshole especially, almost leaving a buzz as they sawed along his flesh, a bizarre yet immensely satisfying feeling that had Dylan squirming and clenching. Thick gushes of precum were jetting out of the dragon’s staff, some of them pulsing nice and deep inside him and leaving an odd warmth to linger deeper inside his body, others spitting out in the parts that were getting ravaged and slickening up his passage for easier rutting. Dylan’s own cock was so hard, leaking, even if only a fraction of what the dragon was offering it was clearly the sight that the onlookers were more interested in…his face couldn’t get any redder, but if it could have it certainly would have been, so many eyes on his naked body in the middle of being conquered by a fearsome dragon, and that was exactly what they were hoping and wanting to see…

The apex hit without Dylan being ready for it - his voice pitched up higher, his body spasmed and tightened more, and he suddenly let loose, his cock jetting its pearly essence out onto the stage for all to see. He was cumming, harder than he’d ever cum before, more productively than ever before, from being so thoroughly dominated and overpowered by Rivas…never had he imagined it being THIS good, masturbating has always been enjoyable but this was so much more satisfying that it instantly made his self-pleasure seem feeble. He could hear the hoots and claps from some of the onlookers, and he wasn’t sure whether it was more at him for his orgasm or Rivas for driving it out of him, but it didn’t matter, they loved the show was all that mattered.

Rivas was clearly taking this as his cue to get towards his own finish, his knot hammering against Dylan’s pucker with far more energy now. That cock was throbbing, drooling more pre than ever, so much that it was leaking out and making wet smacks when that knot made contact, loosening up that anal ring to try to allow that thick knot inside. It felt so huge, it felt impossible to get into him, but Dylan knew it would go in and that he’d love it when it did…even though he was coming down from his high by this point, he was still more than eager to have Rivas finish the deed, it wouldn’t have been right for him not to get plugged and filled by this point. He was trying to loosen up, to allow Rivas to knot him and finally give him the last bit of what he needed to truly be inducted into his role as a bitch.

Rivas didn’t disappoint, and the finale was as bombastic as could be. With a loud roar, Rivas slammed his knot against Dylan’s ass once more, felt it give just enough, and then pulled HARD, overpowering the remaining resistance with so much raw force that Dylan could swear he would have broken in half if it had been used any other way…his pucker strained, then opened, then stretched, and then suddenly he felt that massive bulb shove in deep and his ring collapse around the narrower flesh underneath, tying him firmly to the dragon. And then he felt it…a hot, thick, heavy gush of spunk, almost buzzing vibrantly, pouring into his guts with an incredible vigor. And then a second, and then a third…and at that point Dylan stopped keeping count, and simply moaned, head spinning and body weary as he let himself be used as a cumdump by Rivas, taking in that monumental dragon load as it just kept coming, and coming, flooding him with so much seed that he thought it would stretch him out visibly. He clung to Rivas as much as possible, shuddering and shaking and mewling in a display of submission that was clearly finding favor with the audience as more claps and hoots rang out in their direction.

Dylan wasn’t even sure how long it kept going - it was certainly a lot longer than his own climax, and that had been one of the longest he’d had. It took a good long while for that dragon dick to stop throbbing and spewing more fluid into him, the release tapering off to a dribble eventually, though that knot stayed firmly stuck inside. Dylan was left panting, heaving even, trying hard to catch his breath even as the amount of cock and cum inside of him was trying to impede that…Rivas was taking some heavy breaths of his own, right into Dylan’s ear, quiet growls and rumbles accompanying some of them. Almost like he was on the verge of saying something, but not yet ready to break the illusion…Dylan had no problem with that, he was enjoying the moment a good bit as well. He truly felt like he’d been dominated, conquered, almost broken in…and he’d enjoyed it all from start to finish. Maybe he had a place here after all.

Finally, Rivas shifted his grip and carried Dylan over to a seat off to the side, flopping down in it and shifting to try to help Dylan get as comfortable as possible. “Gonna have to wait out the knot…could be a bit.”

“Ah…y-yeah…that’s fine…” Dylan wasn’t in any rush, this was a good chance to catch his breath, and try to process everything that had just happened. Hopefully that had been enough to earn the job…whether it was or not, though, he had things to think about with regards to Rivas. Because he’d been made a bitch and he’d liked it, and that wasn’t the sort of thing that would just disappear…

———

“Not bad, boys, not bad at all.” Luthor was grinning quite wide as Dylan and Rivas approached him after their little show. “Heard a fair few people thought it was a pretty good hit. Already heard ‘em talking about new human meat…something tells me you’ve got a chance to be real popular around here, Dylan.”

“Thank you…” Dylan flushed, it was weird hearing someone talking about him being popular, particularly for the purpose of taking cock…but there was also a small spark of something like pride in it. He liked the idea of being desirable, even above the fact that it was paying work…appreciation for the work he did was something he’d been fairly starved for.

“And Rivas…well, you’ve got the streak in you, that’s for sure.” Luthor turned towards Rivas, looking him up and down. “Like I said, you’re kinda awkward as is, but I worked with less than this before. I’m thinking you can do the trick, but I want you to put a bit of muscle on. Some people come in looking for a good stud dom, let’s get you looking the part all the way. Shouldn’t be too hard for you, I know dragons are special in that regard.”

“Thank you, sir,” Rivas replied with a deep nod. “I’ll start a workout regimen right away.”

“Good to hear. Ah, right, here’s that performance bonus I promised.” Luthor held out a check to each of them, a good $500 for both of them. “Now don’t go running off to put those in the bank right away, let’s get the boring employment contract details out of the way before you head anywhere. I know, none of it’s nearly as fun as the job itself, but we wanna make sure we do this all on the up-and-up, you know? Plus, you’ll wanna make sure you have every idea what you’re getting into - nothing causes more problems here than someone not realizing what they were gonna have to do, and while that demonstration was certainly a taste of it, there’ll be more to it than that.”

“Yeah…like, uhm, having to try a whole bunch of different fetishes…” Dylan swallowed a bit. “I guess I’m a bit nervous about what happens if I don’t end up liking stuff…I mean, I don’t want to disappoint people, but I don’t think I can force myself to get into, well, just anything…”

“Truth, not everyone can do everything. But I think we can get you figuring out those boundaries a bit better…and maybe even expanding them a bit once you’re familiar with them. Lots of stuff people can learn to at least put up a good front for, and sometimes you do it enough and you’ll find it’s more your thing than you thought. But don’t worry about it too much, people know to look for the folks who’re into their thing if they wanna make sure they’re satisfied, and those who get a green one gotta know that they may have to risk that their target isn’t into what they wanna do. I’ll stand behind you so long as you’re giving it an honest try, and if it ain’t your thing we’ll make sure that gets known.”

“All right…thanks, uh, Luthor. Or should we call you something more, uh, formal?”

“Heh, I’m not one for too formal. Never liked being called mister…though I don’t mind ‘sir’ here and there.” That toothy grin widened, and Dylan reddened a bit more - the way that sounded, it came off almost like Luthor was suggesting that he’d potentially be ‘sampling the goods’ at some point. Dylan doubted he would say no if that happened. “But Luthor is fine, too. Now, let’s get you set up…”

———

Hours later, Rivas and Dylan were back home. They had their employment contracts all signed and settled, their deposits going into their accounts, and a load of weight off of their shoulders as they seemed to have a bit of hope for their future financial situations. The atmosphere was noticeably less gloomy around the house now, a lot more smiles than frowns, and unsurprisingly both of them much preferred it that way.

“A toast, to gainful employment.” Rivas raised his beer, and Dylan raised his own and clinked it against the dragon’s before they both took a deep pull from them. As Rivas let out a sigh after swallowing, he continued, “Pretty literally in my case…I’m gonna have to make some gains, it sounds like. Dammit, I guess I’m gonna have to actually start using that home gym set my brother got me.”

“I guess I have it a bit easier,” conceded Dylan. “Though I guess maybe I’m gonna want to do some stretches…especially if I’m gonna have to be flexible in a few ways. Physically and mentally, but it’ll probably be easier to stretch my legs and my, uh, hole than anything else.”

“I have a feeling you’ll get used to it pretty quickly…you already felt pretty accommodating, even for a virgin. I know I was helping it along, but still.”

“Yeah, thanks for that…uh…” Dylan reddened a bit, looking away. “Well, I mean…I wouldn’t, uh…I wouldn’t mind have some… ‘help’ with that stretching, you know…”

“Huh?” Rivas looked blankly at Dylan for a moment before it clicked. “I, uh…I mean…I said it didn’t…have to be a thing that went outside of the club, you remember that, right?”

“I remember, yeah. But…nothing said it couldn’t be, right?” Dylan looked back at Rivas, though he was as flushed as the dragon had ever seen him. “I mean…I really liked it…and I got the feeling that you did, too. Not just the sex, but the whole…you know, arrangement. I…I liked it a lot, when you dominated me.”

“You did? That…so all that wasn’t just, uh…”

“No, it wasn’t. I…well, I was gonna try to play it up, at first, but the more you did, the more it felt like I, uh…I didn’t really…have to. And…well, maybe that means I felt kinda, uh, claimed after everything we did. And I…well, I got the feeling you weren’t just playing, either…”

“…Maybe not. I’ve always liked letting that rougher side out…and just because I’ve held myself back from imposing on you don’t mean I haven’t had…fantasies.” Rivas smirked a bit as he leaned towards Dylan, and the human felt his heart skip a beat. “So, Dylan…how prepared do you think you are to let those fantasies turn into realities?”

“Ah…Rivas…I…I’m ready…” A dangerous thing to say to a dragon who was clearly eager to act on dominant desires. But Dylan had a feeling he was more than ready to accept that…if his job was going to be submitting to people who wanted to control and dominate him, well, surely there was nothing wrong with extra practice. And if it turned out that he loved what he did, then all the better…maybe he wouldn’t be thinking about other work for a good long while…