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Freebies Vol. 66: Dress to Impress

By Danath

Characters © Taiko

Bruno glanced at the computer screen on his large metal desk. The brown bull's office had none of the charm or appeal one might typically expect of a small business owner; the only decorations were a pair of "Certificates of Appreciation" from the local business association. The bull's desk featured a few pieces of paper, but the small, old computer was the only thing that drew the large male's attention at the moment.

"I told him 'no' on the phone," he muttered. His large fingers moved the mouse slowly to the calendar entry. Two p.m. - Carlone.

Bruno sighed and leaned back in his chair. It was already past lunchtime and he hadn't eaten. That, and he'd spent all morning repairing equipment his worthless employees couldn't be bothered with. The bull shook his head. They were helping customers, that was their job.

So when Carlone arrived ten minutes early precisely, Bruno waved him into the office, glad to be started early so that he could more quickly tell the red dragon 'no' one more time.

In fact, Bruno meant to say, "Don't bother sitting, this won't take long," but when he lifted his head to look at the dragon, the words caught in his throat.

Carlone was fit. Bruno wasn't sure what he was expecting from the owner of the massage parlor next door, but the few glimpses he'd had of the dragon made him think the male was smaller. Standing in front of Bruno's desk, Carlone Akito was anything but small. A neatly cut black suit hugged his broad shoulders and massive arms, stretching just the right amount around each powerful bicep, while lending the dragon's otherwise bulky figure an elegant air. Dark crimson horns curled backwards from either side of his large skull, blending at the base of each with the heavy scaled ridges of his eyebrows. Bright golden eyes gazed down at Bruno as he swallowed and stood, extending his large hand in greeting.

The bull's heart beat a bit faster as the smiling dragon's smooth fingers engulfed his own not-insubstantial hand, applying a good amount of pressure before releasing. A masculine handshake.

Bruno returned to a seated position very quickly.

"Thanks for stopping by," he said, as the dragon made himself comfortable in the metal folding chair that operated as the bull's only other furniture besides his chair and the desk itself. "I'm glad your business is doing well, but like I said on the phone, I'm not interested in a partnership."

Carlone lifted one leg and draped it over the other, causing the fabric to squeeze against the outlines of his incredible quads. Bruno tried not to stare, but the dragon didn't appear to notice how long his gaze lingered on those tantalizing bulges of muscle.

"I understand, but what I'm proposing is more of a friendship," Carlone said, leaning back in his chair. The metal screeched and protested as he rested his bulk, causing his suit jacket, unbuttoned, to slide to the side.

Bruno licked his lips and quickly looked down at the desk, not wanting to stare at the slab of pec muscle stretching the button-up shirt underneath the jacket. The fabric, a pale blue with darker blue hairline stripes, revealed each ridge and nook of the dragon's incredible chest. He even got a peek at a few of the smooth red scales beneath through the gap where the buttons met as the fabric shifted and stretched.

"Imagine this," Carlone said, leaning forward, dropping both feet to the floor. "They come in to your gym and work out, then, as a benefit of their membership, they get a complimentary massage on the way out, once per week. We knock out a few walls, put in a couple internal doors, and I can recommend your gym to all my clients. Easy."

Bruno shook his head. "It sounds good," he admitted, "but I'm not sure I want to tie my gym to someone else's business."

Carlone nodded. "I get it, and we would draw up the contracts and everything. I'll pay, even - you pick the lawyer. By the way, do you mind if I take off my coat? I'm feeling a bit warm."

Bruno shook his head, then watched as the dragon's arms stretched out and back, letting the sports coat slide off onto the back of the metal chair. His chest pressed forward, pulling the blue shirt taut across his pecs and abs. Bruno blinked, outright staring, as the dragon's muscles flexed in unison, bulging out that little bit more against his clothes.

"Aaah, that's better," Carlone said, leaning back in the chair once more.

"Uh, yeah, better," Bruno murmured. The bull's head snapped up, whipping his twin white horns around, and he casually tried to wipe a spot of drool from his lip.

"Listen, I get it, you want to protect what's yours," Carlone said, his voice a low rumble, low enough that Bruno found himself leaning in against the desk, pushing his erection against the underside of the table through his workout pants. The dragon's body swelled as Bruno let out a tiny moan, eyes darting up and down the muscular male's torso.

"But just think of what we could get done if we worked together!"

Carlone smiled and stood suddenly. Several buttons on his shirt pinged away, bouncing off the walls behind Bruno. The bull sat still, eyes wide, mouth half-open, as he gazed with growing lust at the dragon.

He shook his head. What was he thinking? Sure, the dragon was hot and losing his clothes - the bull's pupils dilated as the red scales pressed through the gap in the buttons, showing off the deep ridge of his top set of abdominal muscles. But business! Business was... business! Not... pleasure... that's why he was always chasing after his employees... yelling... mad at... the customers... business was too... important... to relax...

And then Carlone's fingers grasped his shoulders. When did the dragon move behind him? Bruno's head swam as he leaned back. The firm, smooth scales of the dragon's pale red chest enveloped the back of his head. Powerful hands rubbed down his shoulders, through his t-shirt, finding the tension and releasing it. Bruno sagged in his chair as he felt the fingers slide around his collarbone, then down his chest, so that the huge, muscular red arms squeezed around either side of his face. The arms were bare - Carlone lost his shirt at some point. Bruno tried to remember when.

"Well, well," the dragon whispered, lips brushing across the bull's neck, "I told you that you would enjoy a massage..."

The big male's eyes rolled up into his head as he felt the dragon's fingers dance across the outline of his bulge. The member, fat and swollen, throbbed against the thin workout pants, which clung to his arousal. Bruno's nostrils flared, breathing deep as the dragon's musky scent rubbed into his own fur and skin from behind.

Carlone stood back and spun the bull's chair around, so that the other male faced him. Bruno stared up at him, smiling, relaxed for the first time in ages.

"Oh, you poor thing... and I barely touched you," Carlone said, his voice a deep purr again. "You need to un-stress..."

Bruno could only nod. He'd had massages before, but as the dragon's fingers sank into his shoulders and neck once more, he let out a louder moan. This was not like those other massages. A blob of pre-cum stained the workout pants as he shifted on the chair, leaning up and into the dragon's firm grasp.

The bull's eyes gazed up and down Carlone's chest, admiring the dragon's powerful body, the way each muscle looked so hard and sculpted. His gaze went lower, and paused, settling on the round bulge stretching the front of the fancy slacks the dragon still wore.

"I was looking forward to this too," Carlone said, noticing the bull's gaze. "Despite the obvious financial motivation, I hoped you'd be interested in developing the friendship beyond just our businesses..."

Bruno's eyes narrowed as another shot of pre-cum enlarged the wet spot in his thin pants. In fact, some of the clear pre pressed right through the fabric and rolled down the smooth, stretched material towards his knee. The dragon's fingers moved lower, around the bull's chest, and then sides, and then stomach, until Bruno's breath came in short pants and his erection released as steady river of pre that spilled through his clothes and down between his legs.

Carlone smiled. The suit would never have worked so well if the bull didn't want to do this in the first place, and working this well at all meant there was some serious attraction. From the get-go, he saw Bruno as a basket-case of stress, unable to see a good opportunity when it came his way.

Well, Carlone was good at relaxation. And relaxed people tended to be more amenable when presented with the right opportunity.

Bruno's fingers stretched out, reaching for Carlone's pants. The dragon didn't pause his deep massage, leaning over the sitting bull, digging his fingers into the bull's muscles. Special caps kept his claws blunt for this sort of work.

Bruno's whole body shuddered as Carlone's length stretched free of the slacks, flopping out in a rush and uncurling, straightening and lengthening until the solid slab of dragonstalk bobbed in the air inches from the bull's nostrils. Bruno's eyes almost crossed as the pent-up musk in the big male's underwear swept over him.

Moments later, the bull's cheeks hollowed as he pressed himself forward, jaw stretching, working the dragon's length between his lips. His belly and chest flexed, showing off his own powerful muscles beneath his t-shirt. Carlone purred and pushed forward as his fingers worked down the bull's spine, though he had to be careful of Bruno's horns poking him in the chest. A few nudges in the right place, and Bruno shifted his belly forward and shoulders back, sliding right off the chair and onto the ground.

With his suit pants still halfway up his thighs, Carlone followed, straddling the big bull's chest, draping his heavy balls and thickness between the brown male's pecs. Reaching out, Carlone decided it was time to stop the massage and complete the merger, which he did by grasping each of Bruno's horns in his paws and pulling the male's muzzle forward.

Bruno kept his eyes open, watching as Carlone's chest flexed, hips riding along Bruno's belly, sliding his shirt up as he moved. Leaning over further, Carlone balanced himself on an arm and kicked off his pants, no longer needing them. Bruno's head bobbed, moaning and swallowing, as the muscular dragon's hips pushed down, filling him with as much as the bull could take.

While nude himself, Carlone could feel the bull's erection through the stretched workout pants clinging to his soaked stalk. Using his prehensile tail, the dragon pulled the stretch fabric down, freeing the big male's pent-up arousal. Carlone wrapped his tail around the thick shaft, from the base to the tip, and rhythmically squeezed and stroked every inch. The bull wriggled, bucking, eyes wide, but Carlone held onto his horns, keeping the gym owner's muzzle tight around his flexing shaft. He could feel his tip sink into Bruno's throat, warm and hot and tight, clenching around his shaft, and the way the bull's tongue splayed over the underside of his swollen maleness surprised even the experienced dragon, pushing him right to the edge, driving his need until--

"Ahhhh!"

Carlone couldn't help the moan that leapt from his throat as he came, shoving his hips forward, thrusting deep into Bruno's muzzle. The bull's whole body shuddered and wriggled beneath Carlone's hips, but the dragon's powerful legs held them in place. Ropes of thick white seed splattered across the dragon's red-scaled backside, coinciding with the bull's loudest gurgles and moans as Carlone's sac emptied into his throat, overfilling his mouth and nostrils with potent dragonspunk.

Bruno finally had to pull off. His whole face burned as he gasped for air, while Carlone's maleness doused his cheek and neck with another few loads of seed. The bull's t-shirt, now wet from the vast amounts of seed, clung to his pecs, outlining his heaving chest. Carlone leaned forward, half-on and half-off the bull, one leg draped across Bruno's thighs to squeeze against the big male's still flexing arousal.

Bruno's breath came in gasps as he lay back, eyes closed, though gradually his breathing slowed. He yawned several times, and though his cock remained hard as a rock, he nearly fell asleep before the dragon nudged him in the side with a finger and teased at his maleness with his tail once more.

"So, about that partnership..."

Bruno grinned. He felt different. And it wasn't just the afterglow. Seeing Carlone in that suit, the way it made him look, and the way it made Bruno himself feel, the big plans... the bull grinned. He'd been doing maintenance on his gym for too long. The small office, bare of furniture or pride, felt distasteful. Carlone was right. He could have a bigger business, bigger gym, nicer office... and many, many more massages.

Speaking of, the bull's head turned to stare into Carlone's golden eyes. The dragon grinned and slid a finger across the bull's hard belly.

"That wasn't really a massage," he said, though his voice wasn't accusing.

"You didn't really need a massage," the dragon shot back.

"This isn't a partnership," the bull grumbled, though his thick shaft flexed again in the coil of the dragon's tail.

"Just friends," Carlone said, purring again, "with benefits."