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"You can come in now."

Jace looked around, having been absorbed into his desktop for the past few hours. It was the dead of night, the office was dark save for his cubicle and his boss' quarters, and he felt like such an embarrassment. That demand on the phone wasn't to be ignored, so with a snort through his flat snout Jace bottled up his shame and removed himself from his sweaty office chair.

Walking down the way towards his boss felt like he was walking to hell, made especially worse as the office cameras all seemed to focus on him as he walked past, as if knowing that they'd catch the interesting sight of him wearing nothing...Nothing but a thong and socks.

It was his boss' idea and he'd have been fired if he said no. And with how tight his situation is, it was like he had been on a silver platter the second the big man hired him. Speaking of that big man, he must have been too impatient now that the two of them were alone, for he had been waiting by the door with nothing but his button-down and boxers on.

"Do come in, mister Martinez. I wouldn't want to keep you all night...again.~" Jace shuddered as a faint yet strong memory of a past day flashed in and out of mind and he scurried into the office before hearing the foreboding click-and-flick of a door being locked behind him. He didn't look back, keeping his eye on the name plaque behind the desk he stood in front of.

Nvero, Charmyn

CEO Of GENERAL MANAGEMENT

20XX-

Jace's quick read on that golden statement on the wall was cut short when he got slapped on the asscheek by Charmyn, the sting manifesting into a throbbing pain the resided for quite some time. But it was made worse when another attacked the same spot. He'd cover up, but he'd have more things to deal with that wouldn't be in his favor from the lumbering dragon behind him now.

Why did he have to be so short and portly?

"I'll give you some credit for that nearly abysmal excuse of a footjob you gave me before we opened, for it served as a means to get me off once I found that your filthy body had a pleasant scent to it. But..." Jace didn't want to hear another word but he knew he had to man it out if he wanted this gig to stay in his hands-this beat trying to dance against a pole and being booed off for being fat. "You're going to have to be my little plaything for tonight if you want me not to cut your check for your pitiful performance. Do I make myself clear?"

Jace made to say the affirmative, but he was cut off by a sudden slap to his face that sent him to the ground, followed by a heavy scaled foot keeping him bent down on his hands and knees.

"Playthings don't speak." The boar's pride was about to jump, and it flew for the grounds below as he begrudgingly nodded his acceptance to the terms. "Good boy. Stay right there."

Jace wouldn't have moved anyway on account of his stinging face, but it was made obvious why he shouldn't have once he felt a cold object situate itself between his legs so he couldn't press them together and a leather belt to tie his wrists together behind his back. Jace felt every question he asked himself the first day he signed up for this job, such as "why didn't you tell authorities that he was being sexually manipulated by his boss?" or "why didn't you just fight back?" and more but they were all defeated by the simple answer:

Money is money, so long as it ain't pimping.

Jace felt his butt become victim to firm grasps that irritated the hand marks on his cheeks, feeling a hot puff of air tickle his peach-fuzzed pucker into winking as it was exposed into the office air. Charym let out an approving growl before his tongue shot inside like a bullet. Jace sucked in some air but he didn't complain in fear that being a toy meant noise was out of the question too. The boar hated when his boss did this, especially when demanding that he not cum while the dragon went to town sampling his asshole. Things escalated once the big drake found the porcine's milk button, blatantly giving it a ramming like that tongue were a cock and pressing down on it as hard as possible. Jace didn't need to be told that he better hold it in before he felt that preemptive squeezing on his ass from the hands keeping his rear open for Charmyn's antics. The boar came to be lucky though, as the dragon didn't seem so interesting in boar juice and he pulled out a minute later.

"At least you're keeping clean, but next time there better be a swamp in there for me to feast on. Now, my turn." Jace gulped down whatever objection to this he had and soon he had his head yanked up from the floor and planted firmly into his boss' ass. It _reeked _of borderline filth, salty and earthy scents emanating from that hairy crevice Jace was forced into. But unfortunately, he knew he wouldn't be at eased until Charmyn was satisfied. So he snorted in those smells and bit back a gag as it nearly made him drunk.

Fucking dragon musk.

"Good pig. You know what to do." A moment question if he truly did came to pass without fruition as Jace reached up with his teeth and pulled the waistband of those boxers down past the butt he was supposed to tend to. The fuzz surrounding that pucker reminded him of his own rear end, which made Jace clench up tight before he dove in and licked the entirety of the outside of that hole. He swallowed whatever sweat resided on those scales and thanked the gods above he wasn't picking up any bits and grains that'd leave him brushing his teeth five times in a row to clear up, and only got things to a spit shine before he got shoved against that hole again.

"In." Jace did so, slowly for he was a plaything and not an equal to Charmyn at the moment. He took his time to explore, mostly because of how much worse the tastes got on the inside as opposed to worrying about doing such a piss poor job that he'd get fired. Charmyn's ass already looked like he did barely anything to it when he showered and now that Jace was trapped against it he knew for sure that it was looking as if the older man simply made sure it wasn't too dirty before getting out to dry. The boar had to avoid prodding Charmyn's cheeks with his tusks as he searched as far as he could reach for that hill of nerves that he had to press so he could stop, but having to be wary not to jab his boss made the task nigh impossible.

And right on cue, he was suddenly shoved back and left to smell fresh-ish air that was tainted by the aroma from Charmyn's taint. Up until he found himself back on his feet with the dragon bearing down on him from behind.

"Failed again. I already told you that I'll make it easier if you simply obey my orders. Open your mouth, I'm done being nice." Jace knew what happened next, and it was the least favorite of what he's had to endure since he found himself the object of Charmyn's attraction.

Oh you thought he signed up _purely _to be the dragon's toy? No no, he signed up for the job but was offered more when the boss told him about his liking to...chubby folk.

Jace got a gag on his mouth that was fastened so tightly he was almost too glad to have a big snout for taking in air. But what good was that when all he could smell was barely tended-to ass? His saggy gut found itself painfully pressed down onto the desk before him and without much warning his ass was invaded by a cock way too thick to be a slong as it was.

It ran through him like a knife through butter, however, dragon saliva proving to be a much more useful lubricant than anything anyone could ever imagine and leaving Jace to be the victim of a pounding that left his ass worse for wear with every cruel impact that reverberated throughout the entire office. On the plus side of this, Charmyn never lasted long enough to make this a true challenge with rounds of unsavory speeds and ruthless power, and Jace could already feel the closing-in orgasm ringing from that pulsating dick pumping its way through him over and over.

No, the real problem was how many times.

That alone was why Jace tried his best to fuck up trying to get Charmyn aroused before night shifts, so he wouldn't build up so much pent up desire in the dragon to make him go on all night and into the day. Unfortunately, it looks like the big man wasn't interested in being merciful for his poor hide.

The first load was always the hardest to take, because the volume of the mess was just so damn gooey it always left Jace struggling to keep himself sealed up to the best of his ability and made worse by a gaping asshole already filled by cock.

The second had his legs wobbly as Charmyn rested against them, balls grinding up on Jace's ass as they unloaded another deposit into his "bank" and left him looking like he needed interest.

The third and fourth were done in such quick succession that it took Jace's increasingly discomforted belly to notice that he had been filled twofold again.

By the fifth, he had lost all feeling in his legs and his gut felt like it was just a condom with a fuzzy exterior to draw attention to it yet still Charmyn laid wasted to him like tomorrow would never come. Jace felt his consciousness start to wane, but every time he got too slack Charmyn yanked on his tail and it woke him right up in time to feel the *plap plap splurt* of the dragon fucking him through another orgasm. Beyond the pain and the continuous splattering of dragon gunk into his ass, Jace was at least thankful for one thing.

He'd be getting paid for this better than any corner worker.

That thought was promptly shoved out of his brain and in tandem his brain left the tall building he worked at with it as Charmyn's hand came in to use it as a grip to force his hips to plow that boar ass with a power inhumane and relentless. It was as if the dragon had found the only job he ever wanted to break a sweat with: making Jace his bitch.

"Mmmm...think tonight might be the night I break my record...~ What do you say, tubby? Wanna help me see if you can still hold out from popping like a balloon before I'm all out~?" Barely able to keep his eyes open for long as the rhythm the dragon assaulted him with was almost enough to lull him to sleep while he looked out to the night sky, Jace nodded so he didn't get treated to another agonizing yank of his tail and felt a little relief wash over him as no punishment followed his lazy answer. By the time his ass got creamed again, Jace stopped bothering to count just how much his stomach was being pumped with another man's jizz and only hoped that he wouldn't wake up in Charmyn's basement or something because he sprung a leak...

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Jace felt sore unhinging himself from his bent over position, arms having been unbound and thus allowing him to stretch his cricked bones and set them back into place after yet another night of getting pounded into. One look before him told him that Charmyn had left him there again and he'd have to clean himself up in the employee bathroom if he wanted to stick to the morning dress code. On the desk, though, there was a note.

It read:

Make sure next time you decide to black out on me that you keep yourself under wraps for my enjoyment. I wouldn't want you thinking that your body doesn't have more uses than being the tank for my barrels.~

Nope, didn't like the sound of that one bit. And a quick check behind him showed that his ass had been plugged shut by Charmyn before he left the building. This left Jace with a problem: hauling that gut of his to the bathroom and draining himself so that he didn't look like he had a belly full of an assortment of kids.

Let's hope the janitor didn't mind having to clean up a dirty stall...everything.