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Dragon's Gym Toy

By Draconicon

Starring Draconicon

Malcolm waited for his buddies to leave the locker room before finally getting up from the bench press. He attracted a few eyes on his way out of the gym, mostly because he hadn't done so much as a single rep in the last five minutes, but the stag ignored that. He didn't have much of a window before another bunch of guys would be heading in, and he couldn't afford to waste his opportunity.

Sliding through the locker room door, he looked towards the aisles of lockers and then towards the shower. No sound of running water caught his ears, and nobody was wandering through the lockers, either. His friends must have been the last ones to use it.

Which means nobody to stare at me, for once, the buck thought as he stepped in. Even with nobody around, he couldn't help but blush as he walked over to his locker, his cheeks burning as he kept looking back and forth. Every now and then, he swore he heard the lick of someone at the door, but it never opened. Didn't help his nerves, though.

As he reached his locker and started undoing the lock, Malcolm thought back to his first day in the gym, and just how hard it had been to deal with everyone else staring at him. The buck wasn't the most muscled to begin with, which was the whole reason for becoming a gym member, but back then he'd been a bit out of shape as well as flat-out tiny. Tigers, wolves, alligators, and more spouted jokes aplenty about how he looked, and ever since, he had done his best to make sure that the locker room was empty whenever he was getting ready to head home.

Honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that his family would rip him a new one for coming home sweaty, he'd already be gone. He was more than a little tempted to risk it, anyway, but after his younger brother tattled on him last time and got him a lecture every day for a week, he rejected the temptation. Besides, a shower didn't take that long...usually.

Finally, the locker popped open, and he yanked his towel out. He threw his clean clothes down on the bench behind him, and slammed the locker closed again. The echoing clang rang out for a few seconds before fading away, and Malcolm took another deep breath. Now came the hard part.

His fingers hesitated on the edges of his shorts, thumb barely pushing past the waistband. His cheeks burned hot again as he thought of someone walking in on him then and there, and he almost pulled back.

Just do it! Nobody's here, nobody's gonna see you.

Clenching his eyes shut, he yanked his shorts and underwear down with one fell swoop. His sack swayed as it was freed so suddenly, but he was already standing back up and ripping his shirt off. The sweaty garment hit the ground, and he kicked his shoes and socks off as fast as he could. Time already seemed to be running away from him, and if someone came in, he'd just die of embarrassment.

It didn't help that there was a mirror at the end of the aisle, showing him in profile. He tried not to look, but after that first day, it was impossible not to measure how he was doing. A quick glance showed that he still didn't have any bulk, though his belly was long-since gone. His legs and arms were slim, but sturdy, and his ass...

Don't think about it, it's not that big, it's not that big! Just get in the shower!

Running on bare feet towards the showers, he rounded the corner -

"Ooooh yeah..."

And froze in place, his eyes opening wide as he realized that he wasn't alone after all.

He yanked his hands down over his crotch, ducking back out of the shower as his blush ran down from his cheeks to his neck, making him feel like he'd gotten a sunburn as his eyes clenched shut again. The buck took a few deep breaths, shaking his head. He couldn't have just seen that...could he? It didn't seem possible...

He opened his eyes, slowly looking around the corner again, half-hoping that he'd been imagining things. Unfortunately, he wasn't. Standing with his back against the shower wall was a big, black dragon, naked as could be, with his dick in one hand and a cell phone in the other. Malcolm's eyes were wide as they could go as he watched the dragon's hand slide up and down a cock almost too big to be believed, a foot long at least, and dribbling at the tip. His nostrils flared, and he groaned despite himself at the heavy musk that laid over the room.

That ended up being his mistake. The dragon looked up, and instantly his white eyes were locked on the buck.

"Oh, shit..."

"Heh, what do we have here, hmm? Come on."

Malcolm shook his head, trying to turn away -

"I said, come on. Come here, boy."

That voice froze him in his tracks, the buck unable to take another step. No hands, no grip pulling him back, just...the dragon's voice. It had dropped down, going deep all of a sudden, and he couldn't make himself disobey. Almost mechanically, he turned around, stepping back into view, his hands covering his crotch.

The phone had already disappeared, though where it'd gone, Malcolm had no idea. Instead, the naked dragon walked up to him, like a piece of darkness out of the night. White eyes were the only thing that broke up that dark silhouette, where even that stiff, heavy cock looked like something made of night. He couldn't stop, either, his body walking right up to the dragon before stopping.

"P-please, I'm sorry for looking, I'll just -"

"Mmm, don't apologize, boy. Just move your hands for me."

Again, that deep voice, and again, he had no choice. It reached into him and took control, and his hands moved on their own, moving to his sides and letting his cock and balls flop out into the open.

He couldn't see where the dragon was looking, considering the eyes were all white, but he felt the stare down at his junk. Malcolm's cheeks burned hotter and hotter as he swore he was being judged, and his hands clenched into fists.

"What do you want? How are you doing this?"

"Heh, don't worry about what I'm doing, little buck. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Please, I just...I just wanna shower and get home."

"Something tells me that's not all you want to do."

"What?"

"Looks like someone's getting hard from my scent."

The buck's eyes went wide, and he looked down. Sure enough, his cock was slowly rising, in fits and bumps, yes, but it was making a gradual trip towards erection. He gasped, the stench of the dragon's thick musk rolling down his nostrils, and his cock jumped all the harder for it.

How...how is this even...I can't...

There was no escape from the scent, the dragon's musk filling the room. How long had he been teasing himself? How long had he been jerking off for it to get this strong? Every breath made his head swim a bit more, and his legs shook. That deep voice filled his ears again.

"It's alright, little buck. How about you kneel down? It's easier to just kneel in front of a dragon, isn't it?"

He did it without even thinking, the tile floor making his knees click as he hit the ground. He shivered, shaking his head, but it was impossible. That musk was only getting stronger, and as he looked up, he saw the dragon's big, thick shaft above him, and a heavy pair of balls that looked like they could empty pints of cum on him, if he was in the way when the dragon blew his load.

Again, he shook his head, but there was no stopping it. The dragon gently grabbed him by his antlers, turning his head to look up at him.

"Mmm, don't be afraid. I won't be hurting you. I'll be making you feel good."

That deep voice kept cutting through him, sweeping down and making it hard to think of anything but what he said. It wasn't hypnosis - he'd tried that before when he was dieting, and it hadn't worked for him - but it had a similar effect. It reached in, grabbed him...and made him want to obey.

Even as the dragon told him to not be afraid, he felt some of his fear fade, his breath coming a bit slower, a bit less raggedly. The dragon's free hand grabbed his other antler, nudging his head a bit further back.

"Now, what's your name, hmm? I'm Draconicon."

"I'm...I'm Malcolm."

"Nice to meet you, Malcolm. Why are you so nervous?"

"I...I just wanted to get in and get out, and you were..."

"Heh, you weren't expecting to see someone getting off in the shower?"

He slowly shook his head. The dragon chuckled.

"I can understand that. It's hard to find time at home, with all the others there. You know how it is. Gotta get what you can."

"I...I guess..."

There was something weird about kneeling like this, his head trapped, but it was so hard to focus. That musk was still so strong, and he shivered as he felt his cock throbbing between his legs. It was so hard. It had never been this hard, even when he was using some of the toys that he'd bought out of desperation. Both the pocket pussies and the dildos hadn't made him feel this good, and he wasn't even touching himself.

"What...what are you going to..."

"What am I going to do with you?"

Malcolm nodded.

"I'm going to make sure that we both have a good time. Now, Malcolm...I think I'm right here...but do you like men? Answer."

"I do. I like them a lot."

Right off the bat, no hesitation, he answered. Why? What was going on? That voice...that deep, commanding voice...

"Good, good. And you're a good little bottom boy, aren't you? With an ass like that, there's no way that you're using your cock...you just think of yourself on all fours, your ass filled to the brim with a big, thick cock..."

He gasped, his eyes rolling back as his cock throbbed upwards, slapping hard against his belly as he imagined it. The idea of being on all fours...his cock throbbing and begging for attention...his hole burning as it took something just that slightest bit too big for it...

Malcolm's hips were moving on their own, and he barely noticed as the dragon patted him on the cheek. He shook his head, coughing, gasping for breath.

"Yes...Yes....I imagine that..."

"Heheh...I think you are going to be just fine. I'll take care of you, you'll take care of me."

"Take...take care of..."

"Tell me your kinks, boy."

"Musk, fat cocks, humiliation, f-...f-..."

"Speak, boy."

"Feet! I like feet!"

The buck shivered, his entire body tingling with humiliation and confusion, though fear was long gone. The dragon asked him the most humiliating things, suggested so many lewd actions, and yet, he kept answering. He kept giving back. He was a bottom, yeah, but...but he'd never felt this command. This power over him.

He looked down from the dragon as the hands came off of his antlers, but it was almost as bad an idea as staring straight ahead, because now he looked at those big, black scaled feet. They were huge, each foot at least a foot and a half long, if not longer, and they were just broad enough to be particularly intimidating. They were heavy looking, too, and the toes were tipped with small claws that looked like they could do some damage if he tried to pull away.

"Heh, lie down, boy."

That deep voice. Every time the dragon used it, it was impossible to pull away, impossible to disobey. His cock throbbing, Malcolm laid back, putting his back against the floor and his arms above his head. No sooner had he done so than one of those black soles lifted over his head, the bottom damp and slick, a layer of sweat along the underside adding its own scent to the air. Instantly, his cock throbbed again, drooling pre onto his belly, and the dragon smiled.

"Look at that, you little slut...already so horny, already dripping and drooling just from seeing a foot. What will you be like when I shove it in your face, hmm? Are you going to moan and pant and beg like a good little foot bitch? Maybe you'll stick out your tongue, begging to suck on my toes, begging to taste my foot, and worship it like the good little bottom boy you are."

The buck's cock throbbed, drooling a steady stream, and he could hardly breathe, gasping and panting and -

"Mmmph! Please..."

Even moaning. He was so far gone, his mind slipping, his cock throbbing and taking over his needs and his thoughts. There was no more idea of running away. No more idea of leaving the dragon and forgetting this ever happened. He didn't even want to. That foot...that foot...

"Heh, look at you, just a slutty little beggar for a sweaty foot. I should have guessed it. Little twink deer, all alone. You haven't been avoiding people. You've been waiting for someone to take advantage. You just wanted to make sure that you gave someone the opportunity. Deep in that slutty little mind of yours, you've been pining away, waiting, begging for someone to see that dark little secret of yours, and take you for their own.

"Well, now someone has. Open your mouth, boy. Time for you to get what you need."

Malcolm did just that, sticking his tongue out and opening his mouth wide. His entire body felt like it was on fire, tingles running from head to toe and back again. His cock dripped and throbbed constantly, but all of his attention were on those damp, black toes coming down towards his face. He could smell the pre that dripped on them from before, and the sweat that lingered between them. The heady musk made his head swim, and he whimpered as it hovered just above his lips...then plunged in.

The first taste left him moaning, and his eyes rolled back as he licked around the toe, sucking on it as it thrust back and forth between his lips, the smooth scales grinding against him like he was giving some sort of blowjob. His fingers clawed at the shower tile, his eyes closing to slits as he breathed in that scent, the musk coming off of that foot in powerful waves that burned at his thoughts and made it impossible to think, impossible to conceive of anything but what Draconicon whispered.

"That's it, foot bitch. Take it in. Take in the scent of your foot master. It's all you've ever wanted, isn't it, to be under the heel of a big, powerful man. You just wanted someone to take it away from you...to give you what you needed...It doesn't matter what it costs, you'll do anything for the person that gives you what you need, won't you? It's just who you are...what you are, you little slut buck."

Slut buck. The words rang in his head, leaving him gasping and thrusting his hips, unable to stop himself as he sucked and swallowed, cleaning the dragon's toe. And then another, and another, as he worked his way down that foot, gradually sucking them all clean of everything but his spit, and then swallowing that down again as well.

Rather than getting the other foot, the buck saw the dragon pull his foot back and shove it down on his face. The long, slippery sole pressed against his face and muzzle, grinding the scent into his nose and covering his eyes, those smooth scales blinding him to everything but the foot of his...his...

"You're already thinking it, aren't you, slut buck? Thinking of that final submission...that need to give yourself up for your pleasure, to hand yourself over to get this again, and again. It's just one little word, slut buck. One little word that will change everything..."

He knew just what word it was, too, and he didn't dare think it. If he thought it, he'd say it, and if he said it, there was no going back. The buck moaned, shivering with every breath he took, his tongue flicking out to lick at the dragon's heel, then the arch, drawing along the curve at the inside of the foot. He tasted every droplet, felt it getting ground into his face, marking him for this.

On the rare occasion that the dragon's foot slipped far enough back to let him glimpse Draconicon through the toes, he saw the big black dragon stroking himself, squeezing his cock to the treatment that his feet were getting. But more than that...he saw desire on the dragon's face. Not lust, or at least, not just that, but pure desire, like...like he wanted what he saw.

Malcolm blushed through the treatment. Being wanted...being needed...

"Mmmph...please..."

"Mm, is someone getting close, hmm? Does the little slut buck need my feet somewhere else?"

The dragon stepped back, and he gasped, panting for breath. His eyes were wide, and he realized that there was a chance he could move. Nothing held him there -

Except for his need. He stared as Draconicon walked over to the bench in the locker room, his legs spreading as he sat down, his cock standing up tall and proud, while his big, spit-slick feet rested on their heels on the ground. He could see everything, from the dragon's heavy cock to balls that looked like they were begging to be emptied, to those big, slippery feet. Draconicon smiled at him.

"It's time to make a choice, Malcolm. I can give you everything you need...I can make your life much, much better...or I can let you go with this taste. You'll never have to worry about this again...and you'll never see me around again."

The voice...it wasn't commanding. It wasn't that deep, gripping one that pulled his libido to the fore, or forced him to obey with the sound of it. No, it was just...a voice. Giving him a choice.

The buck looked the dragon over, knowing what the consequences of choosing to stay would be. That cock would be going down his throat, and then up his ass, and who knew what else would happen to him. That voice would be in his head all the time, and he doubted that he'd be able to get free of it...

Because...

Because he wouldn't want to. His cock still throbbed, and he panted as he slowly crawled across the bathroom tiles, coming to a halt between Draconicon's legs. He looked up, his head so near that big, thick cock, and he felt the heat coming off of the dragon's soles as they came closer and closer to his cock.

"I..."

"Yes?"

"I...choose to...submit..."

"Then suck, slut buck."

And just like that, he did, feeling those feet suddenly press against the sides of his cock, sandwiching it tightly between those meaty, slippery soles. He moaned out loud at the feeling, bucking his hips forward as he slurped on the dragon's cock, pulling the head over his tongue as the arches of the dragon's feet pressed under the head of his cock, pumping him hard.

Up and down, up and down he went, sucking his master's cock and getting his cock stroked with those huge, magnificent feet all the while. He moaned, his dick leaking like crazy, so close to climax. He sucked harder, faster, feeling the tip pressing against the back of his throat. He gagged, pulled back, the feet almost leaving him before he pushed forward once more, too desperate to stop, too needy to hold back.

The buck pushed further, further, taking his master's cock into his throat, and then further, further, each time getting closer and closer to his own orgasm. The dragon's heels bumped his balls, the toes curled around the top of his cock. So close, so -

Click.

The door opened, and Malcolm couldn't hold back any longer. With a moan that was barely stifled by the dick in his mouth, he came, cumming all over the dragon's feet, soaking them in his own seed, leaving a mark of his own on his new master. He shivered, waiting for the horrible exposure of being a slut...

That never came.

He slowly opened his eyes, still buried down to the base of the dragon's cock, but there was no sign of the guys who'd come in. Instead, wings laid like a blanket over his back, all the way down to his feet, and he realized that there was a conversation going on outside.

"What's going on, Drac?"

"Eh, not much, guys. Just relaxing."

"Heh, thanks for keeping that 'relaxing' out of eyeshot, huh? Gonna put someone's eye out with that dick one of these days."

"Eh, it was either jerk it behind a wing or do it in the showers."

"Oh, fuck, Drac, don't do that. We don't wanna walk in on that."

"And this time, you didn't."

"Hehe, true. See ya later."

The sound of retreating footsteps had never sounded so good, and the buck could hardly believe his luck. He panted as he pulled back, the wings coming off of his head, and he ran around the dragon, grabbing his clothes and pulling them on.

He had his pants on and was pulling his socks up when his antler was grabbed again. Yelping, Malcolm couldn't fight it as he was turned to face his master. Draconicon smiled.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I...uh..."

"The correct answer, slave, is my house."

Slave. The deep voice and that word echoed in his head, and his cock was already throbbing up in his pants. He blushed as he tried to cover it, only for the dragon to knock his hands away.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Get dressed, then get to the blue car outside. Do you have a license?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Good. You're driving. Keys are behind the back passenger wheel. Get it started, and I'll be out there soon. I'll give you directions home after that."

"Home?"

"You're spending the night at least, slave. I didn't get off yet, remember?"

"...Yes, Master."

"Good boy."

The End