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The bar was active, but not loud. Dark, but not dingy. Homely, but not dirty. In short, one of the better ones out there.

It was Chad’s favorite place to go, when he went out. He wasn’t much of a bar hopper or a social butterfly, but every now and then the urge to get out and have a drink in a social setting was impossible to ignore. Typically he’d invite some friends to go with him, but most of them were busy tonight...so he took to it on his own, heading out to the Green Road Bar to watch some sports, have a few, and maybe chat up someone unfamiliar. And if he made a new friend, all the better.

The place was a bit more busy that night than it usually was; apparently a bunch of people were watching a rather important baseball game. Baseball wasn’t really Chad’s sport, so he didn’t really know what was going on; perhaps it wasn’t such a hot night after all. If people were too engrossed in the sports, they probably wouldn’t be much for chatting...he took a seat at the bar, ordered his usual, and tried to get engaged with the crowd. It didn’t take long for him to decide that that wasn’t going to work...how was one supposed to connect when they didn’t care about the thing the crowd cared about?

Just when he thought the night might be a waste, a large scared figure took a seat next to him. Chad’s heart skipped a beat - a dragon! They weren’t super-rare, but not so common around his area...and he had to admit, they always impressed him. Always large, strong, very attractive creatures...he had a couple of friends who were dragons already, and though they liked to tease him about his attentions towards them, he knew they appreciated that a bit more than the quiet unease a lot of humans showed them.

The one next to him was definitely a stranger, though - the dark red scales were completely unfamiliar to him. He was otherwise a fairly typical dragon, though, with a long flat snout, slightly curved horns which were rounded off a bit at the end, pearly-white claws, and plenty of muscle to spare. Chad wasn’t a small human, a couple inches over six feet and a healthy weight, but he always felt a bit small next to guys like that. Perhaps an introduction was in order...one never knew whether their neighbor would be chatty or surly, but there was only one good way to find out.

“You watching the game at all?”

The dragon turned to look at him, seeming a bit surprised. “Nah...never really cared much for this one. I’m more of a football or hockey guy.”

“Ah. Same here, though I guess I favor basketball over either of them.”

“Pah, always thought that was silly. What’s the point of a low-contact sport like that? If you’re not getting physical you’re not doing it right.”

Chad smiled. “Well, that sounds like more than one dragon I know.”

“Oh, so you know some dragons already, do you?”

“Yeah...but I wouldn’t mind getting to know one more.” He held out his hand. “Chad.”

The dragon took it, now grinning at him warmly. “Cyril. Not every day I run into a human that likes dragons, much less has them as friends. Seems like most of you are pretty unsure about us, if you don’t outright hate us.”

“Lots of humans don’t know what they’re missing. Just slaves to some ancient, useless natural impulse against reptilian creatures...they don’t really treat other scalies any better. But I think dragons tend to get it worse because they’re usually so big.”

Cyril shrugged. “Well, not all of us are. I know some types who’re smaller than humans...but the ones native to this neck of the woods, yeah, we’re the larger size. Hey, I guess it can be intimidating, but it’s not like I chose to be that way, it’s just how I am.”

“Right, and there’s nothing wrong with that. I try to be an advocate. Besides, I’m fond of the color red.” He pulled a red kerchief out of his back pocket, wiping his hands on it. “Probably shouldn’t be shaking hands when mine are so clammy.”

“No big deal, mine aren’t exactly fresh either. It’s good to have some advocates among the majority, though...I try not to be all ‘dragon’ this and that, but when other people label you that way it’s hard to shirk from it. Especially when they use that label to hate.”

“Absolutely, totally get that.” The dragon’s drink arrived, and they clinked glasses and drank. “Always said, don’t hate a guy unless you know them well enough to hate them. Well, it’s not ‘don’t hate anyone,’ but it’s still a better policy, I think.”

“I’ll drink to that. By the way, nice ring.” Cyril gestured to the hand holding the glass; encircling the middle finger was a ring that bore a dragon-like adornment, most prominently the wings. Chad noticed that the dragon seemed to be taking a particular interest in it.

“You like it? I got it a couple years ago...saw it in a shop and just kinda fell in love with it. I got a bit of teasing about it from my other dragon friends.” Chad grinned a bit as he finished his drink. “They like to tell me that I like dragons a little TOO much.”

“Heh, I don’t think there’s any such thing,” Cyril replied. “I feel like I’ve seen something like it before...do you remember where you got it?”

“Oh, it was some shop downtown...the name escapes me, but it was just some little odds and ends shop that had a few nice pieces of jewelry. I think they had a few rings like this. I’ll see if I can’t remember the name at some point…”

“Ah, that’s fine, I’m sure I can find something like it elsewhere.”

The dialogue continued between the two of them, the rest of the patrons and the sports game quickly fading into the background. Chad and Cyril rapidly managed to find common ground besides sports - semi-overlapping tastes in music, a shared passion for video games (though not the same genres between them - Cyril was a fighting-game enthusiast while Chad much preferred role-playing games), and a mechanical bent that was both hobby and occupation. Cyril worked on cars and motorcycles, Chad on computer hardware. There were plenty of places where there was far less in common, but enough ground was shared that it was easy to keep the conversation going until late into the evening.

Finally, Cyril took a look around. “Whew...I think we outlasted the game.”

“Hey, yeah, you’re right.” Chad yawned a bit. “Mm...I think I should probably be getting home. Man, I don’t usually hang out this late, but you kept me wanting to talk all this time…”

“Sorry about that...kind of.” Cyril held out his hand to shake. “It was nice meeting you, Chad. We’ll get in touch, perhaps?”

“Yeah, maybe soon, depending on work.” Chad had gotten the dragon’s number and given his own; it felt like a good accomplishment, meeting a new friend who could potentially be a rather close one. “Until then...well, hope your days are good!”

“Same to you!”

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It was later than Chad had expected to get back to his place; the night was dark, cloud cover obscuring just about everything other than the glow of the moon. He didn’t really feel tired, though; something about the chat with Cyril had kept him more energized. It was nice to meet a guy like that, maybe he’d found a really good friend tonight, and he was rather hoping that he’d get a chance to get in touch with the dragon again soon.

Not having anything else planned for the evening, he laid down on the couch and watched TV for a while. Nothing really interesting was on, and he was only halfway paying attention...part of him wanted to pick up a book, but he tended to get very engrossed in those and he didn’t want to put one down to realize the sun was coming up. The Internet was likewise too potentially engaging, especially with some of the sites he’d been looking at recently...at least with the television, the episodes ended on their own time. Sure, one could binge-watch, but he’d never done that...he didn’t really WANT to do that, couldn’t figure out the appeal. Then again, perhaps others thought the same of his tendencies with books or websites.

Finally he turned off the TV. Still didn’t feel all that tired, but figured he might as well try to get to bed anyway, since it was getting late. He already kept his hours a bit odd, waking up later and going to bed later than most people. If he kept it up he was going to end up becoming nocturnal, and that would be rather inconvenient - most places weren’t open then.

Just as he was about to climb the stairs, he heard a thump outside his door - it sounded like someone had hit something, not like they were knocking. Still curious, it was too late for someone to be out there...but perhaps it was an animal of some sort. He headed over to the door and opened it up, taking a glance around outside. Nothing obvious was out of place out there, he saw no trace of an animal or any damage from whatever had made the sound. With a shrug, he turned away…

The sound of heavy footsteps registered a moment too late. Before he could turn to see what was making them, something tackled him to the floor. He hit hard, air getting knocked out of him as he landed. The impact left him stunned as the attacked got off of him, unable to get up despite the moment of opportunity...he heard the door slam shut hard, and the click of the lock a moment later. Then he was picked up, carried bodily against a huge, solid frame of muscle, a hand over his mouth to keep him shut up, not that he could scream with the wind knocked out of him like that…

His head was hazy and his vision blurry, but he did pick up on one thing. That...hand...has scales…

The person carrying him ascended the stairs, searching around for a minute before finding Chad’s bedroom. By this time Chad had gotten a bit of a hold of himself, and was starting to struggle in his captor’s grip...he was strong, for sure, but not holding him in the most secure way, he thought he might be able to slip out and maybe try to get away. He felt the captor stop, and the hand move from his mouth...just as he thought he had an opening, he heard a quiet pop, and then something went under his nose...one sniff made his entire nose sting, and him let loose a hoarse cry that didn’t have nearly enough volume to it. His head started spinning again, his body going limp...whatever it was didn’t have enough potency to knock him out entirely but it did render him docile.

He was thrown onto his bed, released briefly but still unable to move properly. He could only lay helplessly, limbs twitching a bit here and there...he felt the person move rapidly, locking down his arms and legs with some kind of restraints which were being latched to the bed. As soon as his arms were both locked in, clawed fingers forced his jaw open, and a gag was shoved in, muting him...the timing was rottenly perfect as the effects of whatever had gotten to him were starting to fade. By the time his legs were locked down, his head was back to normal...too late to do anything about it.

He let out muffled cries of protest as his clothing was torn away from his body...the attacker had no care for them, claws rending them coldly and tossing the useless rags to the side. He didn’t stop until every stitch was off of Chad, leaving him totally naked and totally at the mercy of whoever was doing this to him. He still couldn’t see much...the room was dark, and his head was faced down towards the bed, he couldn’t turn enough to get a look. But he felt the body bearing down on him...it was huge, muscular, and scaled, he knew that much. And...he could feel something hot and wet pressing up against his rear, something that was all too familiar. No question what the attacker was planning, and no way Chad was getting out of it...and based on the thickness of what was there, it was going to be quite huge.

He heard the breath of the assailant get louder as his head got closer to Chad’s ear, and in a deep growl, finally spoke. “Now you’re gonna get it real good, bitch.”

Chad’s heart nearly stopped. That voice was viciously familiar. Cyril.

The recognition had made him tense up, and that was exactly what the dragon was waiting for. He plunged in, ramming the full length and thickness of his cock up to the fat knot into Chad’s asshole with brutal ruthlessness. The human’s cry was perfectly insulated by the gag, but loud enough for Cyril to hear and enjoy, and he let out a cruel-sounding laugh at the response. It didn’t slow him down one bit...only moments later, he yanked himself out almost all the way, and slammed back in even harder, getting rewarded with the same sound.

Chad’s ass was protesting hard, not that it mattered. Cyril was indeed huge, maybe even bigger than he’d teased, and it was tearing him open with a violent efficiency. Only the fact that Cyril wasn’t the first dragon that Chad had accepted back there kept it from being intolerable...but he was tight from a lack of action, and the stretch was working him over something fierce. Even feeling the deliberate milking of his prostate wasn’t completely overshadowing the discomfort...it was rendering it slightly more tolerable, but that was it.

Cyril didn’t seem to care...if anything, he seemed to take particular pleasure in the human’s discomfort. His hands gripped Chad’s shoulders tight, claws spearing into his skin slightly, and used the leverage to raise himself up slightly and increase the force he drove down with; the hole was now wet with his precum, making it easy for him to buck in and out with almost feral speed. His thick knot slapped loudly against the human’s pucker, threatening to engage at any moment that Cyril desired...with the power he was already displaying, he was pretty sure he could force it in at any time he wanted.

How long he’d been waiting for this...so many others wouldn’t understand it, even a lot of other dragons couldn’t get the thrill of power that came with something like this. To take someone completely under your control, use them the way you wanted while they had no choice but to allow it, it was a sexual high that couldn’t compare. Chad had been the best mark he could’ve asked for, and the tight passage hugging his fat dick was the best of all possible rewards. And that wasn’t the only thing he was enjoying, as he leaned his head down again to Chad’s.

“That’s right, bitch...can’t speak a word, can you? Wonder if I pulled that gag off, would you yell to try to get someone to stop it...or would you yell for more?” He chuckled evilly, his grip tightening and his thrusts getting a bit slower and harder. “Your body tells me all I need to know...I can feel you trying to push back on me, bitch, trying to dig my cock into you harder. I can tell you’ve got a boner underneath you, messing those sheets up with your pre...maybe you wanna try to tell me you don’t want it, but I know the truth.”

Chad was obviously unable to respond, except by the flush in his cheeks. Because he couldn’t argue what Cyril was saying - he was enjoying it, not just getting aroused but literally getting his own thrill from the act. His deepest fantasy, the one that tended to have him seeking out dragons, was that he’d wanted to experience being raped by one...when they said he liked dragons too much, that was what they were talking about. He knew that the fantasy was one thing, the reality could be far different...but his response had been the one to match his fantasies, he was on the verge of climax and only barely holding himself back by ramping up the tension in his lower body to hold back...which also got him tensing down his ass, making it as tight as he could with the huge mass within.

Cyril could feel this, and took the chance as it was presented. With a sudden slowness, he pulled back, drawing himself out until his tip actually pulled out from the human’s ass, letting it clamp down as fully as it could manage...then he drove in with incredible force, smashing through the resistance, drilling in until his knot rammed against Chad’s pucker, and then through it, his strength crashing through the tightness to lock himself inside. The breakthrough ended Chad’s holding back, forcing him to release, eyes rolling back and vision going white as he was rocked by a gale-force climax, cum pumping out in powerful spurts, shooting all the way up to his chin at the outset.

Cyril joined him almost immediately after, holding back a roar just enough to keep from rattling the objects in the room as his draconic seed claimed his victim. It gushed in like a hose, spraying deep inside Chad and rapidly filling him...thick and heavy, he could feel it pooling in his gut, flooding every crack and crevice it could find, but unable to squirt past the gigantic bulb holding Cyril in place. The sensation of fullness rapidly increased, until he was certain something was going to pop inside him...it never did, but it swelled a bit, creating a small distention in his gut, the mark of a proper filling. And it just kept coming...long after his own climax faded away, Cyril was still packing it into him, the pressure building inside, ensuring that when relief was finally granted there’d be quite a bit of mess coming with it.

Neither of them moved for a time, waiting for the knot to recede. Chad was flat on the bed, chest heaving up and down as he tried to recover his breath from the extreme romp...he felt sore and exhausted, but satisfied beyond even his expectations. Above him, Cyril was breathing rather hard as well, the intensity had been quite a bit higher than he’d ever actually gotten to use, and he’d maybe overdone it a bit on his end. But he had no regrets at all for that.

Soon enough, the bulge had receded enough that squirts of Cyril’s fluids were pushing around it, and he was able to dislodge himself, the extrusion eliciting a wet slurp and a surge of seed that relieved the swell in Chad’s midsection. After pulling out, he felt the dragon’s hands around his head. The gag was undone from his mouth, allowing easier breathing and for his voice to be returned to him. Cyril smirked down at him, clearly enjoying the effect he had. “So...was it as good as you thought it would be?”

Wearily, Chad nodded. “Fuck, maybe even better...that was wild. I...wasn’t really sure if you...got the signal.”

“Heh, don’t think I could miss it the way you were flashing it around. The dragon ring on your middle finger, the red cloth from the back pocket, the code phrase...you couldn’t have made it more obvious if you tried. Though I suppose that’s what you were going for, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, really. Been a fantasy of mine for years...last three guys I tried it on either didn’t know or weren’t that kind of dragon. Biggest worry was that I’d hate it when it actually came to it...but that sure as hell wasn’t a problem.”

“Glad to hear it...it’s always worst when they don’t enjoy it.” Cyril stretched a bit, cracking his knuckles. “So, you wanna be let go, or…”

With a smile, Chad shook his head. “What’s the rush?”

“I like the way you think.” The gag was returned to Chad’s mouth, and he felt the dragon shift over him, enough to give him an eyeful of the dragon’s hard dick, already ready for round two...just as Chad himself was. “You’re fun, I think I’m gonna keep you. Tie you up regularly, have my friends have a go at you...maybe at some point I’ll just abduct you and take you back to my place. Somehow I don’t think you’re going to have any problem with that.”

Chad did nothing but moan, eyes closing and back arching as he felt Cyril drive in hard again. Really, he didn’t care what Cyril planned to do to him, as long as it ended up with him getting stuffed hard with dragon cock on the regular.