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Negotiations with a Dragon

for Neon

by Draconicon

"You want to 'borrow' the Pasana Collection, you say?" Anthony asked. "And for how long will it remain in your possession, then?"

"Just a couple of weeks."

"Hmmm."

The donkey leaned back in his chair, the lush, high-backed seat cupping his body as it always did. Slightly better and more comfortably than the chair supporting the dragon on the other side of the table did, for that matter, though the difference was negligible. The only real difference was that his loomed higher and made him look slightly taller, which was useful with visitors that were as tall as his black-scaled guest.

Anthony tapped his fingers together as he considered. His guest crossed one leg over the other as he waited, not proferring any further embellishments of his initial offer - a generous enough $20k for the use of the collection - but instead choosing to wait. The donkey appreciated the quiet.

"...A couple of weeks for such an offer...Why do I not believe that?"

"Perhaps because you don't know what you have, and you're curious if it's worth more." Draconicon shrugged, the white-eyed dragon pulling the long, silky black robe that he always seemed to wear a little closer to himself rather than letting it drape so freely. "But that's my offer. I want the Pasana Collection. Need it, actually, for a few small tasks."

"And I need it in my museums."

"For money."

"Of course." Anthony shrugged. "It brings people in, and more to the point, it keeps them there to see the other, more informative exhibits."

"Ah, so it's down to 'exposure.'" The dragon chuckled. "Not something that I would have expected you to bother with."

"One takes what one can when the public is so fickle. I think -"

"I think that's the problem, Anthony."

"Did you just interrupt me?"

"I did, but don't worry. You won't remember that in a few moments."

Anthony blinked as the dragon leaned in, and his spacious office suddenly felt like it was shrinking in as Draconicon's white eyes started to glow. Some bright inner light burned inside them, pulling him in, almost like it was sucking him right out of his chair. He grunted at the pressure all around him, gritting his teeth as he squeezed the arms of his chair that much tighter. It didn't help; his eyes were glued to his guest's gaze, and he could feel something...something pulling at the back of his skull, almost like it was pushing the rest of his thoughts forward, trying to drag them out of his head.

"What...what is the meaning...of this?"

"A reminder that you will not always be in control, Anthony. I am being very reasonable here, and you're playing this as if you are the only person whose needs matter. Don't worry; I don't plan to teach too harsh a lesson."

"Nnngh..."

"Just look into my eyes. Look into my eyes, and lose yourself in the white."

He couldn't do anything else. His eyes were pulled right to those empty circles, staring into the milky, empty whiteness that reminded him of nothing so much as a blind man's eyes. They were so empty, and that emptiness pulled everything in his head, everything that was him, into them.

It didn't matter how hard he tried to look away. His sense of self, his independence, everything that the donkey had built up over the years was slowly oozing out through his eyes, pulled into the white eyes. The office around him faded away, from the opulent carpet to the coffee table between him and the dragon. The only things that remained were him, his guest, and the chairs that they were sitting on. Everything else went white, empty, as if they had been dropped into a void of clouds.

"Just stare into my eyes, and relax. There is nothing you need that I won't give you."

"Ah...ah..."

"Just let it all out..."

"Mmmph..."

"Let it go...and let me in..."

There was so little left in his head, he realized, and so much space that was left behind. His head was spinning, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he struggled to find something, anything that would let him hold onto what he had left.

But there was nothing. He had no experience with all this...magic, or whatever this was. He had nothing to tell him how to hold onto thoughts, how to keep someone from staring their way into his head, and even as he was locked into this staring contest, he could feel the emptiness in his head filling with something else. Something directed, something more focused.

Orders.

"Stand."

The dragon's voice, but in the sound of his own thoughts? How -

There was no question, and his curiosity faded as the whiteness consumed even the chair behind him as he stood up. He wondered, briefly, where it went, and then the question faded as well. There was no need for it. He did not need to sit down, so there was nothing there for him to sit in.

"You are empty. You are relaxed."

"I am empty," he found himself saying. "I am relaxed."

"You don't need to think."

"I don't need to think."

"You need only react."

"I need only react."

"You need only follow orders."

"I need only follow orders."

"Strip."

The donkey had a split-second of hesitation before they, too, were sucked right out of his head. As he undid his tie, throwing it onto the table, it disappeared from his vision. It was as if there was no need for him to perceive it if it didn't need to be there.

His shoes and socks followed, dropping to the floor and disappearing. He felt something in the white of his vision, some sort of softness beneath his soles, and then he was focused on getting his pants undone. The zipper, the button, the belt; they all came apart, falling away as he pushed his pants down. His underwear felt...strange. Was he -

"Take it off."

The voice-thought came quickly, and he pulled his boxers down, letting them hit the floor before standing up straight again. His cock was already out of its sheath, throbbing slightly as it began the process of rising up. He hadn't realized that he had been aroused, and for a moment, wondered how he could be.

Then the question disappeared, and he just stood there, staring at the dragon staring back at him. There was no new order, and the order to strip had been interrupted by the focused order on his underwear. The lack of order-thoughts in his head made him feel floaty, odd, strange, as if he was missing something that he rather desperately needed at that moment, yet didn't know why he needed it.

At the same time, that emptiness was...oddly soothing, in its own way. His head was always stuffed to the brim with thoughts, concerns, annoyance, frustrations, worries about the various businesses that he kept running and their futures. Having a moment where he didn't have to think about them, having this extended period where there were no thoughts, weights, or pressures on his mind was...bizarre.

But good.

"Good. You're enjoying yourself already. Now, come. Kneel."

Thought-orders pulled him forward, and soon, the donkey was on his knees before his guest. He looked up as the dragon pulled his robe open, allowing a cock that might have just matched his own equine size flop out on his face. It was hard, just a bit musky, and it sent an odd thrill down his spine.

What...

"Suck."

His body was moving almost before he realized it, and for the first time in many years, the donkey tasted something...manly. The last time that he had had any such thing in his mouth, he had been far younger than he was now, and it had been a choice to make others taste him like this rather than stay down on his knees and taste it himself. To have things turned around almost dragged him back.

Almost. The power of that empty, white stare just sucked him up, pulling him deeper as he bobbed his head down the dragon's cock. It was a thick, heavy shaft, one that weighed on his tongue as he bobbed his head forward and back, forward and back, taking his time. Each time that he slid down to the middle or slightly further, he made sure to keep his tongue working, slicking it up with spit and shining it as he pulled his head back. Each time that he stuck to the head, he slathered it with everything that he could hock up from his throat, feeling some strange sense that this would be needed.

Despite his various attempts to push the dragon further, though, all he managed was to take it nearly to the balls. It had been so long since the donkey had sucked another man that he felt - in some strange, shiver-inducing way - that he was lucky to get this much into his mouth and throat without gagging. He coughed around it as he pulled back to the head, licking around the urethra once more -

"That's good enough."

"..."

"Stand."

He did, letting go of the shaft as he pulled back. The whole thing was fairly well spit-shined, and he panted softly as he saw it bobbing up and down. Three inches thick, the thought came to him. Three inches thick, about the diameter of an average fist. Not something that he had ever thought about before, and he felt all the more grateful that he had been spending his time licking it for as long as he had.

How long had he been licking it? There was an ache in his jaws, now, but that was not quite the right feeling for something that he'd only been doing for a minute or so. How long had he been on his knees? How long -

The eyes.

"Turn around, and ride me."

Ride that cock. Ride it. Ride.

His body was, again, moving without his permission, turning around and flicking its tail up. He felt scaled fingers against his ass cheeks, rubbing them, pulling them apart for a moment. Surely, there was some appreciation for his pucker, untouched for the most part over all these years, save for perhaps a tongue here and there.

Ride.

The thought-command echoed through his head again, and he was already starting to sit down. That slick tip rubbed between his cheeks, sliding further and further back until the head was brushing against his hole. All that slick spit, all the oozing pre-cum, was nearly enough to pull him out of his own head, nearly enough to make him shiver and start to pull away from the dragon.

Nearly.

Instead, he barely paused, and then pushed, grinding his ass back until that thick meat-pole finally pushed past his pucker and popped inside of him. It nearly knocked the breath from his lungs to have something that big inside of him, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he huffed, puffed, gasped to himself. His hands shook as his hips kept sliding back, taking that immense shaft to the midpoint and beyond.

"Good...keep going...that's a good little ass-slut..."

"Ah..."

"Well, an ass-slut for now. You won't remember this when we're done. Further, now, further."

It was so hard to take it further than he already had, and he didn't know what would happen when he hit the bottom. Already, he could feel the sheer amount of friction that was coming with just spit for lube, his asshole taking a beating and stretching further than it was ever meant to. His stomach felt like it was starting to bloat with just how far inside of him that cock was going, and...and...

And his cock was still hard.

Ass-slut.

The word had become a command, and he enjoyed it. Even as his cheeks finally settled on that pole, taking it all the way to the base, he stared straight ahead. Even as he felt the dragon's hands on his thighs, lifting his legs up and starting to bounce him on that shaft, his cock stayed hard.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"Let me help you there."

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"And let me tell you...how this is going to go..."

His head was spinning from the slow ride, the gradual bounce, bounce, bounce of his ass going up and down that pole. He could feel his rim and pucker getting pulled out from the sheer girth of the dragon's cock, and his breath got knocked out of him every time that the thick thing went to the hilt. Was this how it felt when he was fucking someone else? Was this how all the submissives that he took to bed felt on his cock?

If so, he would have been rather impressed, if he had the thoughts to see the curiosity through.

Instead, he just focused on the feeling of that dick inside of him, on the sensation of being ridden, carried. His feet bobbed overhead due to being held in a crunch of a pretzel, the dragon's hands keeping him bent in half as he was bounced up and down, up and down. The pulsing feeling of pre-cum all but shooting into his ass kept him panting for more, his mouth hanging open, his breath coming faster and faster as he just took it.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

His own cock was drooling like mad, running in a silver string in the white emptiness around him, and he could feel his needs rising higher and higher. Swelling, throbbing, just like the cock inside of him as that burning passage continued to leave him throbbing and swelling. His ass felt like it was getting broken in, busted and loose. Was it? Did it matter if it was?

The dragon's words passed through his head, settling deeper than the other things that he said, and the donkey didn't really care what was being said. All that mattered, all that he was told that mattered, was that dick.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

And then, finally, in. Anthony's eyes went wide as he felt the pulse rising through the dragon's shaft, feeling it swelling and throbbing and expanding another half-inch, getting so wide that his hole felt like it was on the verge of being pushed too far. Pulse, throb, and then, finally, the squirting. Hot, thick, ever so slightly messy, and it was spreading through his insides, going everywhere.

"Sleep."

And he did, his head falling and the white fading.

"So, we're agreed. A trade," Anthony said.

"Yes, indeed. A couple of things to keep you making money while I get to use the collection."

The donkey nodded, offering his hand, and Draconicon took it. As he did, the donkey hid a slight wince. Somewhere during the conversation, he'd developed an odd ache under his tail, a soreness that didn't make much sense. He'd have to see the doctor later, just in case he was developing hemorrhoids or something worse, but that was something that could wait. It wasn't unbearable, after all, merely uncomfortable.

In the back of his mind, he still didn't know what had made him change his mind about offering the collection to the dragon in exchange for something other than cash, but the idea did seem sound. After all, a varied collection was not a bad thing, and he imagined that the public would be interested in something new sooner or later.

And besides, the collection would eventually come back to him. They always did, and he trusted the dragon.

Why, he wasn't sure, but he did, even with the glint in those oddly satisfied, empty white eyes of his.

The End

Summary: Anthony is in possession of a collection of items that a certain black dragon wants. He decides to try and play hardball. Drac is having none of it.

Tags: M/M, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Oral, Anal, Blowjob, Equine, Donkey, Dragon, Draconicon, Domination, Orgasm, Cum,