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The Swap

By Patrick D. Lambert

Commissioned by Teryxc

Part 1

Overcompensating

Monday.

He had never been a fan of his body. While more than one had praised the arctic fox's fragile and innocent look, he thought otherwise; he preferred a beefy, muscular body over his weakling aspect. His height didn't help either, above the 6 ft, a number that just made him look even more slender than he was. It was usual for him to wear baggy clothes to hide that detail, but when standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, nothing could save him from watching those massive imperfections.

Taking special care of his fur became a priority after he convinced himself that he could make up for what he lacked in musculature with beauty. That, however, proved itself wrong, and by the time he admitted his mistake, the routine was already a part of him. Now, he couldn't start the day without giving his white fur special care to keep his brightness and silkiness—especially now that his activities greatly messed it up.

He swallowed. The gift the dragon gave him the night before was in his left hand.

"Put it on," he said in that deep voice, his body an absolute mess of sweat and cum that still didn't diminish his authority; all the contrary, it made him look more dominant.

It was a metal cage for his cock. He even gave it to him in a small wrapped box; to make it worse, the key was in a ring box he opened as if it was a proposal, yet he didn't give it to him.

Just looking at it was degrading. Two steel pieces waiting to be connected by a small lock, the shiniest proof of control. The dragon told him he shouldn't be worried and gave him instructions on how to put it on, yet he was afraid of doing something wrong that could put his manhood in danger—not that he used it a lot, aside from jerking off alone while watching porn videos like the loser he was.

"I tested it while you were asleep, so everything should be fine."

He didn't have reasons to doubt the dragon's word, but trust alone wasn't enough to stop someone's fear. That's why he put more lubricant on the base ring, following the principle that there was no such thing as enough lube. Then, his tiny and shaky hands pushed it to the base of his cock in what could've very well been the response to the dragon's proposal.

It was a bit uncomfortable juggling his balls in, even with the extra lube, but once he had it in place, it surprised him how well it fit. The cock-shaped cage went into place more easily and offered him the same comfort as the ring, with enough space inside so it wouldn't hurt the flesh in any way. Yet that didn't make it any less humiliating, as he quickly realized after hearing the loud and clear CLICK from the lock as he closed it.

His ears went down. The Arctic fox was already having second thoughts about it, especially since it was Monday. He wanted to call it off, but the dragon wouldn't like him breaking his agreement. And the fox wouldn't dare to lose what he already had.

"It's only for five days," he muttered, expecting his voice to comfort him.

His fingers explored the soft belly skin under his silky fur. He was already missing the dragon's body. His muscles. His height. And that intense and masculine smell. If he closed his eyes and thought very hard about him, he could see his reflection in the mirror instead of the weakling excuse of a male he had been for the past 23 years of existence. The contrast between two shades of blue and those precise brush strokes of white on the muzzle and pits; his bright mane was the color of a sunrise, with three small white horns coming through and two more of deep blue on the sides, just next to his ears. And the confidence expressed in his golden eyes, the kind of confidence the little fox would never have.

He opened his eyes to find himself again trapped in that fox shape, touching his body with a desire no one would ever show for him. And why would they? He excelled at being a cumdump, having a weak and innocent look that was so fun and delightful to ruin after a couple of hours of rough, raw sex in a dark alley or a cheap, dirty motel room. And that was it. That was the only use many males have given to his body. But no one had ever taken him in his arms and touched his skin with care and delicacy, almost as if he was a fine piece of porcelain that could break if not handled correctly.

That care may break him after having been used roughly for so long.

Much to his dislike, and if the situation couldn't be any more humiliating, his cock was getting hard. To say he had a decent size would've been an insult; one of the fox's peaks was having a big dick, and a bottom with a big dick was a big turn-on for many studs. Just looking at it swing left and right while he was on his fours, bitting a pillow, or jumping up and down while he was mounting them was almost hypnotic, especially once he reached the climax, as the fox never disappointed with the size of his load. It was hot and exciting seeing someone as gifted as him not using his manhood at all.

And that's what made the cage so humiliating; now his massive cock would be completely useless, trapped behind steel bars that wouldn't let it get fully hard.

The fox whined with his fists clenched. With his paw, he stomped on the floor several times as he went through a collection of awful thoughts to kill his boner. Math. Clowns. Old grannies in underwear. And that's how he stopped his shaft from fully erecting. But it wouldn't work forever, as there were other things the dragon asked him to do.

And he had to do them according to their deal.

He dressed up as usual and moved on with his day. Taking public transportation had always been a hassle; that morning, it became even more uncomfortable as he felt the steel cage with every bump and hit he received inside the crowded train. He didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. And the soft cloth from his black trousers didn't offer any layer of protection from the occasional hump the guy in front of you would receive so that anyone could feel and discover the cage the fox was wearing.

Or at least that's what he thought in his paranoia, a thought that had him blushing the entire way to work.

But arriving there was the least of his troubles. Like a rollercoaster that had just begun, sitting in his cubicle felt like the wagon stopping after the first long climb, where it stayed still, providing the passengers a perfect view of the drop in front of them. It would happen, eventually. The operator would release the brakes, and the car would plunge into the abyss. And that's what the fox was waiting for as he worked as usual and efficiently as possible, ignoring his heart racing in anticipation.

"Good morning, Raphael."

And there it was, the drop.

"G-good morning, boss!"

He was about to turn on his ergonomic and generic chair, but a firm hand stopped him. Raphael felt his presence standing behind him. He caught a glimpse of his reflection on the computer screen. The beefy dragon let him enjoy the delicate fragrance of lavender coming off his clothes, mixed with the manliness of his natural musk, a scent that bristled the fur from his nape.

"How's the balance going? Don't forget I have a meeting with the investors tomorrow."

"It's almost finished, boss. I'm just double-checking everything's correct."

"Well done. Maybe that'll calm them down. They've been a pain in the ass since our last meeting."

"I can imagine."

His hand moved from the chair back to his shoulder. He teased him with something he wouldn't get for the rest of the week, and Raphael knew it was on purpose.

"I hope you're feeling better from yesterday's session," he said, lowering his tone so no one else could hear it. "It was… interesting, to say the least."

Raphael saw him move a bit closer, enough for his bulge to appear in his peripheral vision. He was getting hard, a privilege the fox couldn't enjoy. And the musk coming from that cock was so intense not even the cloth could hold it. If only he could pull those trousers down.

"You're getting quite good at it, kiddo."

The compliment brought back the blush to his cheeks. The fingers closing on his shoulder got him nervous. It made him feel less and less worthy of him.

"Tha-thank you, boss."

Raphael closed his legs, even when he knew the cage had him covered from any unwanted boner in a public place.

"But you still need some lessons. Get some confidence of your own. You can't depend on me forever," he leaned down and whispered to his ear. "Last bathroom stall. Fifteen minutes."

That was his cue to leave.

That was the first loop on the rollercoaster, leaving the fox's fur messy and his heart trying to jump off his chest. His hands shook for the following minutes as he tried to continue his work, knowing the giant dragon was waiting for him. It was already risky to have that kind of approach at work. Meeting in the bathroom was a death sentence for both of them. Of course, that was the kind of stuff the dragon loved.

So when the 15 minutes passed, Raphael left his spot and walked to meet with him, doing everything he could to behave as normally as possible so no one would suspect a thing. It was the only moment when he was happy to wear the cock cage.

No one else was inside when he arrived. The mix of cleaning products used every two hours covered up any scent in the air. But the dragon still knew it was Raphael as he opened the stall door for him. The fox advanced slowly and fearful of what he was about to find, still traveling through uncharted waters in the company of that beefy and horny reptile. His libido was off the chart. He was in a higher league than the other males who had used him. Everything was completely new to him.

Teryx Commodore was pantless inside the stall, knelt over the toilet seat, and facing the wall. The straps from the tight jockstrap pressed against the skin, making his ass look bigger. The delicious donut was visible, waiting for a shaft to leave it covered in thick cream.

"Close the door," he said.

The dragon barely fit inside the stall in that position, leaving little room for Raphael. The fox still managed to do as he said, having to press his bulge against his boss's fat ass.

"Let's make this quick, kiddo. Hump me."

Raphael didn't act immediately. He was still overwhelmed by the dragon's nerve to do such a thing at work. What he considered risky, Teryx treated it as something completely normal. He didn't dare to disobey, though. But after the first hump, the dragon clicked his tongue.

"No, no, no. Pull them down. Hump me properly."

"Pull them down" was another insult. Shyly, Raphael pulled down both trousers and briefs and humped his boss with the cage. The steel slid smoothly on his soft skin, and its coldness was of the dragon's liking, judging by his quiet moans. The only one acting offended was Raphael, and with good reason, considering he was rubbing a piece of metal and not his actual cock between those two juicy cheeks that hadn't gotten fucked in a long time.

But that offense didn't last. The fox gained a bit more confidence with each hump as his libido built up, going as far as to use the dragon's outer horns as handlers, pulling them hard while his thrusts gained speed.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yes. You're doing great."

He couldn't even feel the skin rubbing on his cock, yet that didn't stop him from humping harder and faster, convinced he was fucking his boss. The fear turned into arrogance as he embraced his role as master, and the lust made him forget they were still at work.

"Yeah, you like this, you little cock-sucker. You're my little fleshlight."

A loud spank came right after. The dragon grunted, then threw a growl at the fox, who was so deep in his role that he didn't hear it. He was not mad; it was a reminder of where they were. But Raphael's mind had been working like an ON/OFF switch, with no in-between.

The little fox didn't realize how much he was leaking nor how hard his spanks were getting. He was drunk with power, remembering everything that happened the day before, and eager to continue. It was a behavior Teryx found… funny.

"I'm gonna make you squeal like a little pig, you nasty who—!"

The sound of the door opening forced him to stop, killing his libido instantly.

"—but the fucking report seems to be wrong again."

"Fuck, really? Goddammit, I worked on it the entire weekend!"

"Well, you can thank that little bootlicker. He emailed me crying about doing things right to keep the investors happy."

"Fuck those assholes. Now I'll have to stay after work to finish it."

Raphael stood on his toes, listening to their chattering and their combined stream of piss. He was more worried about being caught than the things they were saying, holding from the dragon's hips as if that could offer him any comfort. And a moment later, they left them alone again.

"Pfft, you're very popular, kiddo," Teryx laughed, pushing Raphael aside to get out of the stall.

"B-boss! Come back! Someone's going to see you!"

But Teryx didn't listen. Instead, he removed his jockstraps and threw them at Raphael's face. The fox instinctively caught it, only to get hit by the intense musk from Teryx's sweaty balls.

"You didn't seem to mind that just moments ago," he pointed at his leaky cock.

Raphael swiftly covered it while his boss picked up his trousers from the toilet seat beside him.

"Stop worrying too much. That's why you're so stressed all the time."

Teryx dressed up calmly. He didn't seem to care about being in the open with his cock still erect, throbbing and dripping pre over the floor tiles. And Raphael couldn't ignore that sight, already wanting to have back that delicious cock. His fingers twitched in anticipation, thinking back to when he held it for the first time, amazed at the thickness and weight, with sensitive ridges on the lower half that were a delight to play with

"Start wearing the jockstrap from now on. Make sure to leave it muskier."

With a notorious bulge visible in his black trousers, Teryx left the bathroom, leaving a leaky and blueballed fox alone.

He sat on the toilet and saw the jockstrap. The smell of Teryx's cock was in his hand. He then looked down at the cage, where his cock was still struggling to get up. Desperate, he put his pride aside, knowing how worthless it was, and sniffed the sweaty, musky cloth while rubbing the cage. It was the closest he would get to pleasure.

Tuesday

He stood in front of the mirror again. The cage was still there but didn't look as humiliating as the day before. Raphael swallowed as he put on the dragon's jockstrap. Unsurprisingly, it looked so tight on Teryx, being one size smaller; it was a perfect fit for Raphael. It still felt wet from all the sweat.

The white fox spent a good hour before going to bed sniffing at the jock, making a mess on his sheets in the process. Just how strong Teryx's musk was still surprised him. Raphael couldn't but wonder if that was the sweat of a typical day of use or if the dragon had been wearing those for several days.

The cage made his bulge visible, and he didn't resist to give it a good rub. It had been just one day, yet he was already missing touching his cock. But, much to his dislike, and despite not wanting to admit it fully, it wasn't as bad as he thought initially. Just knowing he couldn't touch himself was already alluring. But it was the deal made with Teryx that had the fox anxious.

He still had some time to spare before leaving for work. His hands found their way to his nipples, and the little fox imagined it was the dragon playing with them. He started drawing circles around with his thumbs. That simple stimulation was enough to get them hard and make his cock leak a little. But the fox wanted more.

He pictured the dragon on top of his prey, those sharp claws dancing dangerously close to the sensitive skin, leaving a trail across the silky fur. Raphael pressed his nipples while the dragon drooled over his face, his warm breath suffocating him.

Both legs trembled. The sheer ferocity was enough to get males and females alike wet in anticipation. The sight of his fangs. The loud huffs. That fierce look from his golden eyes. The way his fingers opened and closed as his hands approached. It was a male that could destroy you. A stud worth cheating on your partner with. And that was while he still had his clothes on.

Naked… oh, seeing him naked was a different story.

Raphael pulled his nipples hard. The memory played back in his head, those brief seconds when the dragon took off his clothes. He didn't do it casually nor in an exaggerated way; he took them off in a pace and manners that reflected his untamed libido, that natural desperation to breed. Those simple gestures alone were enough to loosen any hole, especially when the musk hit your nose.

The fox left two fingers from his left hand covered in saliva. Both found their way inside his hole and dug deep enough for that sweet spot. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but he still managed to reach his prostate, so sensitive to touch that even a caress was enough to get a loud moan out of him. It wasn't a surprise after everything he had done. But it was on that first encounter when Raphael discovered the pleasures of being fucked by a beautiful and experienced stud.

He experienced that only on their first encounter, though, as Raphael later discovered the joys of being on the other side: the pleasure of being in control and treating the other like a mere object for his pleasure. That was the deal struck with the dragon, which required him to follow each of his rules to maintain it.

He pulled out his fingers. He wasn't allowed to cum either, and he was running out of time. But that short session had been enough to leave a big stain on the red jockstrap and a slightly sore cock that couldn't get fully erect. Raphael saw his reflection in the mirror, a pathetic image that somehow was of Teryx's liking.

Wednesday

Teryx had another toy for him. A remote-controlled butt plug. The dragon told him he configured it earlier that day, and all he had to do was shove it in. Raphael didn't think twice and went to the bathroom with the toy and a bottle of lubricant Teryx included.

"You gotta have your body ready for me, kiddo."

That was the primary condition. Raphael might have been the master, but he was one master who still had a lot to learn. He had no choice but to comply with Teryx's instructions.

The cone-shaped butt plug was small compared to the dragon's cock. Getting it was easy; it went in surprisingly easy. The silicone was soft and warm, and it stretched his hole nicely. The length made it reach his prostate when he stood up. It was the perfect fit for a tiny fox.

The rest of the day at the office became a nightmare for Raphael. All Teryx had to do was press a button on his smartphone. Just a single button gave him complete control over the fox. And Raphael knew that. He focused as best as he could on his job but couldn't get over the fear that Teryx could press the button at any second. Having tried vibrating toys before, he knew what to expect—but not knowing when was what had him at the edge of his seat.

Before he realized it, his cock had started to leak already. His ass clenched hard to the silicone toy, applying some pressure to his prostate. Surprisingly, the anticipation had him working faster than regularly, with his fingers dancing over the keyboard almost inhumanly. But the toy remained inert, deeply shoved in his asshole, but completely still.

Then… buzzzzzz.

He jumped on his chair the moment the toy went active. Teryx went straight to the highest speed, one strong enough to emit a buzzing sound. Raphael clenched his ass, crossed his legs, held tightly from the desk, and gnashed his fangs with all his might, yet nothing stopped the waves of pleasure that immediately ran through his body.

Buzzzzzzzzzzz

His entire body trembled with pleasure. Shrugged in his place, he tried to focus back on his work, but his fingers refused to obey, and he shrunk more and more in his chair. Weak grunts came through his teeth. Switching between the lowest and highest speed, Teryx wasn't letting him recover from the brutal stimulation.

He could see him in his office, casually playing with the configuration as if it wasn't a big deal. He didn't think of himself as the master and instead gave Raphael the same use other males had given him during countless encounters. Teryx's main objective was to prepare the fox for the weekend so he could enjoy it even more. That's all he wanted.

Buzzzzzzzzzzz.

"What's that?"

"Is someone's cellphone ringing?"

"Is it coming from my PC?"

People were starting to notice. The abrupt speed changes made the sound more notorious, and with everyone around stopping what they were doing to find its source, it was easier to hear it. Raphael couldn't imagine what they would think if they discovered it was coming from his cubicle. But his legs were already too weak for him to try and leave the place, not to mention the big stain of pre that had already appeared on his trousers.

Raphael held to the desk and fought his urge to moan. The toy was vibrating right straight to his prostate, keeping him at the edge of climax. His caged cock twitched hard, leaking pre all over the jockstrap, trousers, and now the chair.

His toes curled, both eyes rolled upwards, and the fur from his nape bristled. He could feel the people getting closer and closer to discovering his dirty little secret. And that was so… so… so… exciting!

And then it stopped.

It was as if a giant hand had been holding him all that time, only to drop it suddenly. His muscles relaxed immediately. Raphael fell over the desk, exhausted after the excruciating torture Teryx made him go through. When the sound stopped, everyone around him returned to their tasks, confused from not having found its source. The trembling fox gave himself a moment to recover before doing the same thing, fearful of when the dragon would activate the plug again.

And he did it—several times over the day.

Thursday

The dragon gave him a leather harness to wear during the day.

"It should be like a second skin to you," he told him, revealing the leather straps under his expensive suit.

The harness was a set of black leather straps linked together through a couple of silver rings on the back and front, making an X that crossed his chest and back, with shoulder straps to keep it in place. It was a tight fit but not uncomfortable in any way.

The straps' thickness made him think of a biker outfit, covered from head to toe in shiny leather clothes. He wondered if those bikers had the same kind of harnesses under the clothes; it felt like a safe bet. And that led him to imagine the dragon attired in that same outfit, with one of those pants that had the crotch uncovered and a whip to punish any disobedient slut.

The image got him hard immediately, as far as the cage allowed it.

The suitcase where the harness was also had some other toys. Teryx told him they'd be using them later that night for practice and that he had to carry them with him during the day.

It was already hot and risky to work with the harness under his clothes, but the suitcase full of sex toys sitting under his desk didn't give him a break. To call him a Puritan would be a lie, but even Raphael knew there was a place and a moment for everything.

Teryx, however, lived under a different principle. The dragon loved the risk. His libido led him to behave in ways that could destroy his reputation forever. Yet he remained calm. The dragon cared more for sex than anything else, and their deal was the most significant proof of all, giving the tiny fox that level of control over him.

Compared to what Teryx had offered him, the toys inside the suitcase were that: toys and nothing else.

After the shift ended, Raphael met with him at one of their regular spots: a cleaning closet on the eighteenth floor. When he walked in, he found Teryx leaning over a pile of boxes sturdy enough to hold his weight. The dragon was already naked, except for the most complex, more sexy leather harness he was wearing. From his position, Raphael saw a set of leather straps going around his thighs and moving up his waist, where it climbed his torso diagonally, drawing two X before reaching the shoulder straps.

The closet had enough space for them but nothing more. Raphael left the suitcase on a shelf and closed the door.

"Let's keep things a little more intimate," Teryx said, reaching with his tail to turn off the light bulb above them.

It took his eyes a moment to adapt to the darkness, and once they did, the tiny fox acted by sheer instinct and took the tools of pleasure to show the dragon he was a worthy Master. He held both hands behind his back and put the handcuffs around his wrists, a metal so fragile Raphael bet Teryx could snap free with little effort. But the dragon didn't try it and even squirmed a little while putting on the spreader bar between his ankles.

Once the dragon was subdued, Raphael started with a bit of teasing. A rimjob and a bit of ball fondling. It was always a joy to play with Teryx's balls, weigh them, squeeze them softly, and feel his cock get thicker by the second. His musk and flavor were delicious, a strong and masculine fragrance that bristled the fur from his nape and sent shivers down his spine while his tongue moved up and down the tight hole. It was easy to lose himself in the aroma and forget he was supposed to be in control.

A dildo was the toy he chose after his snout did some work on Teryx's ass. It was a nice 7-inch-long dildo resembling a regular humanoid cock, nothing too extravagant when compared to what the dragon had stored in his closet—it was also the only one that could fit inside the suitcase. Raphael made sure to cover it up with a good dose of lube, so much so that it started to drip down his hands. But there's no such thing as too much lube, as Teryx used to say, a phrase that mainly applies to studs like him whose cocks made a fox like Raphael look like a cocksleeve.

It was the size difference that really made things more exciting. There was only one foot difference in height, but the dragon's muscular build made him look even bigger when compared to Raphael. Yet there he was, tied and with a dildo hotdogging his ass. The scent of mint from the lube quickly filled the room, mixing with the dragon's musk. It was overwhelming for Raphael's nose, which was way more sensitive than his boss's.

There was no need for words. Moans were all they needed. And Teryx's loud moans were the signal Raphael was waiting to shove the dildo in. Carefully not to hurt him, he recovered confidence as the hole received the toy. Once inch after another, the dragon squirmed and moaned in a way that didn't match his size. He tried to be discreet at first, but soon enough, his lust got the worst of him, and his tail began to lash left and right while the now arrogant fox pushed and pulled the silicone toy.

"You like this, don't you?" Raphael asked. "I wanna hear you say you like it."

“… y-yes… I like it…” Teryx replied between moans.

"What did you say? I didn't hear it."

"I like it!" this time was a scream that got a higher pitch after Raphael pushed it all the way in.

He gained confidence rather quickly with the dragon tied up. His subconsciousness was betraying him, giving him a false sense of security based on previous experiences. He was used to a different kind of attitude and response, to louder moans and cries and more violent spasms. So when the dragon didn't react the way he expected, he put more effort into his thrusts, decided to break his ass.

His cock throbbed furiously, still trapped in the steel cage, and made a growing stain on the jockstrap. It had been so hard for Raphael to endure the lack of proper stimulation, going as far as to use his cell phone as a vibrator just to send a bit of pleasure to his cock. Now the sight of the enormous dragon moaning and squirming like a little bitch was all his manhood needed; maybe not enough to make him reach his climax, but enough to have him leaking.

"Keep whining like that! Let the entire building know how much of a slut you are," Raphael huffed, already possessed by a lust that didn't match his size or frame.

However, that confidence was different from what his boss expected from that moment. Teryx had high hopes for the fox, and while a bit of arrogance was hot now and then, he was still under training and needed to learn his place. He gave him a moment to enjoy himself, just a bit of fun as a reward for the punishment he made him go through over the week. Once he believed he had enough, Teryx replaced the moans with growls so deep that some smoke came through his nostrils.

Raphael, unfortunately, ignored the signs. Drunk in power and lust, the tiny fox continued fucking the dragon with the silicone toy against his will and even put on some strength into it in response to Teryx's resistance. He was oblivious to the line he had crossed, drooling on the floor and, with a lost look, submerged in his own fantasies.

Seeing the dragon getting up made him snap out of his trance. He soon reached an angle when it was impossible for Raphael to keep thrusting, and with the amount of lube he put on it, the dildo fell off his loose ass. As expected, the metal handcuffs were no match for Teryx's strength, and a strong pull was all it took to break the weak shackle. The tiny pieces of metal sounded like coins as they fell and bounced on the concrete floor. His muscles puffed a bit, but that was enough to rip partially the leather straps around his body.

"Well, someone's getting anxious," Teryx spoke, slowly turning to face the fox.

That was the reminder he needed. Just two steps were all it took him to reach the door. Teryx looked bigger than he remembered, and his fangs had never been sharper.

"Can't wait till tomorrow? Or did you want to be in my place already?"

He stood before Raphael, his cock stiff and throbbing, with pre still dripping from the tip. Its size was even more threatening than the claws that made quick work of the handcuffs, breaking the lock and releasing his wrists. Not that his entire presence wasn't threatening already, even when he looked calm, but he had already felt that ridged cock before scratching his insides so deep it made a bulge on his belly.

"Try not to rush things, kiddo. You need to enjoy the moment."

He put a hand on Raphael, and the fox's heart skipped a beat. But instead of tearing through the soft and tender skin, he gently pushed him aside to leave the room, naked, with his cock wiggling with each step taken and with lube rolling down his thighs.

His legs faltered, and Raphael fell on his knees. Despite the panic he felt, the submissive fox still living inside his mind found Teryx's threat so hot he almost came from that.

Friday

That was the day.

Teryx didn't bother him during the day. He even evaded the fox at every opportunity he had. It's not as if they had encountered frequently; the expectation had Raphael leaking like a faucet, and he didn't want someone to see the massive stain on his trousers. It had been a long and excruciating week, and it became more complicated with every passing second. The cage couldn't stop the blood from being pumped into his cock. The most boring and unattractive thoughts crossed his mind, yet those hardly helped with his failed erection.

And the dragon's indifference didn't help him either. The lack of proper torture or stimulation from the giant reptile had Raphael with his legs crossed, waiting for an attack he knew wouldn't arrive.

Teryx wanted it that way. He knew the dragon loved teasing, edging, and pushing someone to the edge for fun. He knew it very well. He "saw" it. And he wanted the fox's body to be at the very edge so that he could enjoy the climax even more.

It was so rude, but so was what Raphael had planned for him.

And so, the Friday went on with nothing happening, and the time arrived for the fox to leave the office and meet with his boss at the motel. He had already enjoyed the commodities of a fancy, expensive room with a good view and excellent room services. But Teryx's tastes were peculiar, and he loved a clean and tidy room as much as he loved a dirty motel in the city outskirts equally. At least he had the decency to get Raphael a company vehicle so he could drive there.

He wouldn't call it discreet. Yes, it was far enough from civilization for anyone to recognize them, but from the moment he parked outside the two-story motel and walked out of the vehicle, his ears perked towards the multiple moans coming from various rooms: cries, spanks, loud TVs playing porn movies, and some very verbal speeches from horny studs. He was no stranger to that kind of scandal, for he had his own share of fun at some gay bars and cruising spots, but something about the place made it feel more dirty.

As he made his way to the top floor, he realized the motel was nothing like the places he frequented in the past. The compendium of sounds from the rooms told him the people there were doing something forbidden. You don't bring your partner to a place so far from prying eyes and traffic cameras. They were hiding. Perhaps some had a wedding ring, and some others had paid for something more than the room. And maybe there was a couple like them, hiding the sexual nature of their relationship to keep their jobs safe.

His fur bristled, and a shiver ran down his spine. The orchestra of moans was a silent agreement between everyone there to keep the secret. I watch your back, so you watch mine. They were all dishonest to someone except themselves.

But when Raphael saw the collar hanging from the knob, he knew he had a secret none of them would ever find out. Teryx was waiting for him at the other side of that door. He could already feel his strong and threatening aura even before he picked up the leather collar with a ruby attached to it. There were a lot of aromas floating in the air, but he recognized the unique and virile musk of a dragon who hadn't taken a shower in a couple of days in preparation for that moment.

Raphael took the collar and carefully put it around his neck. The moment the leather wrapped around the skin, the ruby began to glow. He twisted the knob and made his way in while the magic embedded in the piece of garment reached for his soul and mind. An invisible force pulled something he couldn't see but knew belonged to him, and his body became an empty shell as he crossed the threshold.

It was hard to describe an instant like the one they lived. The closest Raphael had come to what he could call an explanation was waking up abruptly from a dream: you're there, minding your own business, going through the day, and then a blink put you back in your bed, with the alarm clock telling you it's time to get up.

That's what happened. Raphael was an Arctic fox when he opened the door, and one blink later, he was watching himself entering the room. One foot taller than he originally was and burning with desire for the little vulpine that had raised his look to meet his eyes. He embraced the strength of a dragon who took his time to sculpt his body daily, careful not to cross that line that would make his muscles look grotesque. And the memories from that day came back to him in an instant, from the moment he woke up to the precise instant before the fox walked in.

He had become Teryx.

No, he swapped his consciousness with the dragon, who was now inside the weak and slender Arctic fox.

"I've been waiting all week for this."

Raphael—no, Teryx didn't wait for his toy and pulled him straight into his arms. The door slammed behind the fox as his snout landed in between the dragon's pecs, who was already naked; no harness this time, but his body was sweaty from the workout he had done as a warm-up.

With strength came confidence. Unlike the day before, the fox couldn't stop him. Raphael was inside a body that didn't have the power or courage to fight back, and he saw that after Teryx pushed him down his knees.

How did that magic work? Teryx never bothered asking for something he knew his boss wouldn't care to explain. It just worked. The reason? That he did explain to him.

"It's easy for folks like you to assume I'm a dominant top. They come on their knees begging for it, just like you did. And I see why they want it. The thrill of being dominated by someone bigger. The sight of my claws and fangs. My smell. My strength. It's not just the size of my cock, but that constant fight between fear and excitement from being fucked by someone who could tear you in half. Fuck, just the thought of it got me hard again…"

That's why Teryx forced his cock deep inside the fox's throat. Many couples would have fixed that by roleplaying, but his boss wanted the real experience. He needed to become Raphael.

His throat was built for cocks. Teryx knew his limits, and the dragon's manhood was something he could handle. So he didn't bother giving him room for breath. Raphael choked on that musky cock for several seconds, feeling with his fingers the throbbing bulge it made in his throat. He looked up at him with watery eyes, begging for a bit of mercy he knew he really didn't want. It was a ruse, a simple test like many others to make him act more dominant. So in response, Teryx held his head and pushed his cock even more until he felt the wet nose pressed on his crotch.

Teryx growled. His enormous tail swiped the dusty floor. The mind and soul inside the fox inherited his tongue skills and had already made them his. The vulpine sucked the long shaft while his lips applied some pressure around it, and his tongue did its best to lick and taste the strong flavor of his musky, unwashed cock. His reward were briefs instants to breathe before having that shaft pushed back in by a dragon who delighted in the tears that had started rolling down his cheeks, a natural reaction from the phallus invading his throat.

"Now that's what I was waiting for," Teryx said.

Just like his boss wanting to be nothing but a sex toy, the fox also dreamed of the power that came with a robust and muscular body. Him becoming Teryx was what he wanted the most in life, a dream come true and an opportunity to do what other males did to him in the past. A quick taste was all it took to turn it into an addiction he couldn't escape from.

When his mouth satisfied him enough, the dragon pulled it out and, with little effort, carried and threw the fox to the bed as if it weighed nothing.

Raphael yipped, then quickly turned to lay on his back. His hands felt the sheets that someone carelessly washed with enough detergent to remove the smells but not the stains. The fox tried to picture how many people fucked over that same bed before them. His eyes darted across the room, imagining where else did they fuck. The positions. The moans. The fluids. There were cum stains all over the carpeted floor, the kind of stain the administration couldn't afford to remove. And why would they? Couples went and paid for a room there to fuck behind someone's back, so the least they would care about was hygiene. And that was so… so…

… dirty.

His caged cock was dripping like crazy just from the thought of it. His heart raced inside his chest so fast and loud he could hear the thumping. With arms and legs shaking with anticipation, he knew he couldn't get up. And that fucking dragon, that beautiful, muscular, sweaty, musky, and horny dragon looking back at him with burning lust in his eyes and saliva falling from his fangs, was just the cherry on top.

… it was the closest he would get to go fuck yourself.

The dragon growled. He poured lubricant over his cock in a messy way, just to cover up his hands with the thick substance as he smeared it all over the ridged phallus. Teryx licked his lips, trapped just like Raphael by the exciting and alluring scene. The sounds it made and the way it felt in his fingers were all driving the dragon mad in pleasure. And he wanted to show his boss what he had learned.

All the preparation over the week led them to that moment. His hole was ready. His libido was through the roof. The tiny fox was about to enjoy the result of 5 days of continuous teasing and edging that already had his cock about to explode. And Teryx knew his boss did the same for him; several hours of edging at the office and before going to bed, watching porn videos with a dildo stretching his hole.

There was no need for preparation. Teryx lifted and spread the fox's legs to see a pink hole the plug loosened up for him. And with all the lube he had already poured on his cock, all it took was a single thrust to get the dragon's manhood back inside the cock sleeve that had been made for him. He locked eyes with Raphael, just for an instant, as both rolled up their eyes in pleasure after half of Teryx's cock was inside the fox.

The moans came right after that, two long and melodious cries that made a fool of all the other horny bastards in the motel. Teryx looked down and was pleased to see that sweet bulge in Raphael's belly. The dragon waited a moment before reaching for the soft skin and then ran his fingers over the shape made by his cock. There was something sick and devious about the thought that some layers of flesh and skin were keeping him apart from his manhood and that the fox's body was so elastic it could resist that.

"It's as if you've been made for this," Teryx said, then feasted on his prey's expression.

Tears of pain and joy rolled down his cheeks as Raphael admired the bulge. His hands shyly reached for it as if he couldn't give credit to his eyes on something he had seen and experienced before.

"Oh god, it's throbbing," he whined while he followed the shape over his belly. "It's throbbing so hard…"

"You like this, don't yo-?"

"Yes, I do," Raphael replied immediately.

That just got a laugh out of Teryx. His boss had adopted even his eagerness. The little fox had a massive cock deep inside his ass, and he couldn't be happier about it.

So when Teryx judged he had enough, his thrusts began. He didn't start slow. He wasn't careful at all. Both hands held Raphael firmly by the hips, and the dragon rammed his ass fiercely.

Raphael held from the bed so hard his claws pierced the mattress. His eyes went blank, and he failed to utter a moan at first. All the sounds came from the squeaky bed and the dragon huffing loudly. It was the result of the first waves of pleasure sent by Teryx's cock destroying his pink hole. He tried to moan and whine, but the only sound coming from his mouth was the gargles he made with his saliva.

It was brutal. Teryx showed him no mercy. After being teased for five days, he only wanted to return the favor in the best way he knew. The reptile licked his lips several times as he kept the same pace until he finally started to hear the first weak moans from his toy. He was slowly coming back to his senses, pulled by the furious thrusts that were crushing his prostate. And the first thing Raphael saw was the bulge appearing and disappearing in his belly.

"Oh, fuck! FUCK!"

And that's when he started squirming.

It was an involuntary response from a brain that couldn't handle those levels of pleasure. The fox wiggled his legs and slammed his hands over the mattress, tearing apart the sheets. His response grew stronger and more aggressive with each thrust given as his mind tried to assimilate the overwhelming stimulation.

But not for a single second did the idea of asking Teryx to stop cross his mind. No, he wanted the dragon to continue. His left hand reached for the belly bulge so he could feel it coming up and down, and the smile of a madman appeared on his face when he noticed his master slobbering all over his chest.

Teryx was on top of him, huffing and drooling, with his fangs visible and his warm breath hitting his face. It was a terrifying vision of a reptile that could tear him apart with the same ferocity he was ruining those cheap sheets, and that was driving him mad in lust. That's precisely what the soul inside Raphael's body had been waiting for so long. The thrill. The fear. The excitement. Be reduced to nothing but a mere sex toy for the pleasure of a selfish, careless bastard who looked for nothing but his own satisfaction.

It was a twisted fantasy that no one could've ever fulfilled if he had been in his original body.

The same was true for Teryx, who finally tasted what absolute control was. He looked at the fox no longer as a sexual partner but as a prey. Without lowering the pace, he leaned down and ran his tongue all across his face and neck. There it was, the taste of fear in the droplets of salty sweat. Despite knowing he wouldn't hurt him, the fox feared for his life, a natural response when facing a predator like him. A rush of energy invaded his body, and Teryx dropped Raphael's hips and held from the headboard instead, applying all his weight to each thrust.

He was no longer hearing moans coming from the other rooms. All he heard was the bed being destroyed and his fox whining like the slut he was. The wood broke in his hands when he reached his climax after… what, 5 or 10 minutes? Maybe more. Maybe less. Trapped in that vortex of lust and debauchery, it didn't matter how much he lasted. All he was looking for was his own satisfaction. So he fucked hard and deep and put a fat load inside the fox's body.

Thick ropes of draconic seed filled Raphael in an instant. The fox arched his back and clenched his hole as hard as he could while he felt the cum stuffing his belly. He thought at first it was just an illusion, just the bulge throbbing in his abdomen. But it grew with every shot, and Raphael felt the thick seed filling his insides with each pulse. He never came that much before, and even with his fat cock sealing his hole completely, it still started to leak out of him.

The little fox held his maw close with a hand, afraid the seed would start spurting out of it. And he watched as the massive dragon huffed so hard that smoke came out of his nostrils. Nothing could beat the arrogance that comes from someone who finally had a chance to be the abuser, and that's why Teryx looked so hot, thoroughly convinced he was in control of everything.

Raphael had his fun already and was about to undo the magic that switched souls. But just as he was about to remove the collar, Teryx pulled out his cock and flipped the vulpine to put him on his fours. The moment his massive shaft abandoned the ruined hole, more cum came out of it, only to be pushed back in when Teryx shoved his cock once again.

"I'm not done with you yet, kiddo," the dragon growled.

Raphael had underestimated him. Libido had beaten his stamina, and the dragon was now guided by a dire need to fuck and breed his toy. After taking a quick look over his shoulder, he saw it in his eyes, an intense glare that said he wouldn't let him go until he was satiated. Maybe he overdid his week of teasing. And while he was confident about the fox's endurance, he wasn't comfortable going so far yet.

"Pineapp—AHHHH!"

Just when he was about to scream the safeword, Teryx retook his thrusts and turned his voice into a moan. The dragon put both hands on Raphael's hips and focused all his strength and stamina on his waist.

He was in Heaven. Raphael's whines were music to his ears. He even noticed how all the other couples in the dirty motel had stopped what they were doing, clearly in awe and embarrassed for not living up to the standard he had set for them. The bed would break under the strength of his mighty thrusts, and everyone would want a round with him. And he would be happy to please them. Males, females, it didn't matter, as long as he left them full to the brim with his delicious seed.

His arrogance was off the chart. He was a ruthless, selfish Master, a sick and twisted bastard using a broken body for his enjoyment. That's why he didn't stop fucking Raphael, even when his sore body started to demand a rest. He could go beyond those limits; of course, he could. His sweaty body could last like that for an entire night. And Raphael would last too—whether he liked it or not.

Most of his seed had already spurted out from the brutal thrusts, but he was ready to put on some more. Raphael didn't notice Teryx had reached his climax until his fear became true, and the dragon's cum came out through his mouth and nose; not even holding his maw close stopped the thick liquid from leaking out. His belly had grown, filled with hot seed. Raphael felt it wiggle under him, almost like a water balloon.

And the dragon didn't stop there. He was moving by sheer instinct, probably oblivious to his climax. He continued humping harder and faster, giving Raphael way more of what he could've ever asked for. It didn't take long for the dragon to surrender to his desires, turning panic into lust and enjoying every second of the merciless fuck his master was giving him.

A third load, this time over his back, to mark the fox with his strong scent. The ropes of cum covered his sweaty fur, and both suffocated on the strong, dense, and intensely addictive musk that was filling the closed room.

Raphael fell on the bed and rolled on his back. His bloated belly jiggled; just thinking of how much cum it had inside was enough to rekindle that flame, if only their bodies could keep up with it. So instead he giggled, holding it with both hands just for fun.

And only then Teryx noticed something he never admired before. He saw and despised his reflection so many times before, but as he leaned over Raphael, he realized he wasn’t before the mirror. That was him. A sweaty, exhausted, abused, and, despite that, a happy fox. A beautiful fox of white fur and pointy ears, with a pink nose and cheerful smile. Even after everything they’d done, and with his belly full of cum, he still maintained a seductive bearing, one that also invited him to take the fox on his arms and treat him with care.

Teryx was too tired to blush, otherwise, his cheeks would be fully red. For the first time ever, he saw beyond the sex and admired the fox for who he really was. Someone he cared for. And if he could care for him, maybe having that wasn’t really that bad.

That's when the exhaustion finally won, and Teryx succumbed over the bed. He could barely breathe. His muscle legs were burning under the skin. His head was dizzy, and everything was blurry.

"Bloody hell… that was amazing…" he gasped.

The ruined sheets were damp from all the sweat and cum. It was a surprise the bed resisted it, but they'd need to replace the mattress for the next couple—or not, probably that would be a big turn-on for them.

Teryx pushed his original body beyond the limits and was happy to see it lasted. He pulled the fox closer, not to let him rest over his chest but to shove his maw on his sweaty pit, forcing him to take a deep breath of his strong musk.

"You know," he started, seeing the fox doing everything in his power to push himself away, "I can get used to this. I might keep this body a bit longer. Train you to take my cock better. Yeah, that would be splendid…"

His arrogance was speaking. And because of that, he forgot he was not the one wearing the collar. Before he realized it, his toy swiftly released his neck from the leather garment. One blink later, Raphael returned to his original body, just in time to escape from Teryx's sweaty pit.

"Wha-?"

The dragon took the collar away and grinned at him with the same arrogance.

"Just don't forget who made this possible, kiddo."

"You fucking asshole!" Raphael claimed, but just like that, he felt the exhaustion and soreness of what HE had done to himself moments ago.

Among laughs, Teryx held him in his arms and gave his sore ass a rub.

"Relax, you did great. You're becoming a good Master. Not morally speaking, though, but we crossed that line long ago, don't you think?

Raphael didn't know what to say. He was still angry for being back in his original body, not to mention he didn't cum like Teryx did. But drunk already in his scent, and while seeing his belly full of cum, he decided to stay quiet instead. He gave Teryx another grunt before hiding his face on the dragon's chest.

"We might need a break after this. But don't worry, I'll lend you my body again soon. You still need to learn a thing or two."

And just like that, Teryx reached for the remote and turned on the TV, increasing the volume to drown the moans coming from the other rooms. As if nothing had ever happened, the dragon looked for a movie to watch while his fox fell asleep in his arms, too tired to stay awake with him. His final thought before his consciousness drifted away was how good it felt to be in his boss’s arms.