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The main problem was that Kali was hot. If he wasn’t, Randy wouldn’t have bothered to put up with him.

Getting a workout was something Randy enjoyed, and did at least three times a week. And with the gym’s fitness center only about a ten minute walk away from his college apartment, and free access for any student who paid their dues, it was the perfect location for him to get his fitness on. With a wide variety of facilities in a fairly modern building, just about anything he wanted to do was available to him - aerobics, weights, swimming, group sports, if he wanted to try it there was ample opportunity.

The only issue he really had was that there were other people around that weren’t always the friendliest or the easiest to get along with. That was natural, of course, the gym attracted some unsavory personalities, one just had to deal with them and not stress out too much. As long as you didn’t provoke them, they usually weren’t that hard to avoid. But sometimes you had tougher ones to deal with…

And that was where Kali came in. Probably the most garish dragon he’d ever met, with bright yellow scales - which earned him nicknames like Sunbeam and Lemonhead - and curved ivory horns painted in pink, Kali had an attitude that didn’t quit. Though he wasn’t the nastiest person Randy ever came across, he definitely had an ego, often bragging about his accomplishments and talking down others who couldn’t hope to measure up, like Randy. Being a human meant that the scales were a bit different from a dragon, which he was certain Kali knew, but didn’t seem to care about at all. It was tough sometimes feeling belittled for things that were actually accomplishments on his own scale…

It didn’t help that Kali always seemed to be around. Whether the dragon spent a lot of time at the gym, or just happened to go on the same routine as Randy did, it was a rarity for Randy to enter the gym and not see the garish colors of Kali sitting there changing. And then when Randy was done, even if the dragon hadn’t been in the same area of the complex as he was (which he often was, either by coincidence or design), he would inevitably be there, changing again and making sure Randy got to see quite a bit of him.

Which was about the only upside. While Kali was irritating on a good day, there was no questioning that he was easy on the eyes (apart from the ridiculous coloring). He was tall and physically powerful, distinctly muscular, though not in the way that some of those models were, who starved and dehydrated themselves - his tone was less, but his bulk was significantly greater. The yellow dragon had real power in him, proven time and time again by his performances - braggart though he was, he backed them up with actual numbers. Randy was certainly partial to the physique, and couldn’t help but look from time to time...the problem was, Kali was one of those dragons who loved to boast sexual superiority over mammals, especially humans, claiming they were natural-born bitches of their kind, which tended to put Randy off of ever taking up the dragon on one of his many suggestions to bend over for him. Which of course he put forth nearly every time they met.

Overall, he wasn’t all that enthusiastic to see Kali, but Randy was used to having to put up with him. This day was no different, in fact he had to see more of Kali than usual as the fitness center was holding a for-fun dodgeball competition and they were on opposite sides. As per usual, Kali wasted no time showing his stuff, frequently tagging others, especially Randy. And while Randy did get a couple shots in on him, his throws often ended up being too slow for the larger target, who was as quick as he was strong. His taunts didn’t help much, it was like he was goading Randy in particular, and though he tried not to rise to it it probably did influence his extra focus on trying to get the better of the dragon. All for naught in the end, and his return to the locker room had him mildly frustrated, partly at Kali and partly at himself.

Naturally, Kali was there to be an extra hindrance. “Hey, bitch...not bad play out there for a human, but you throw like a sloth on barbs,” the dragon snickered as he strutted to his locker. “Gotta work on the arms, there. I think you tagged me once where I didn’t even feel it.”

Randy rolled his eyes. “You know you’re not supposed to knock people out by making them unconscious, right? Throwing hard isn’t the goal, it’s tagging them, and you can do that by throwing at less than top speed.”

“Yeah, but that’s not nearly as satisfying as hitting you hard enough to make you fly.”

“You never did that.”

“Not this time, but I could.”

“And you’d probably get a penalty for it.”

Kali grinned. “Worth it.” He shucked off his shorts and threw them into his locker, leaving himself clad in only a jock strap. This was an oddity to Randy - while he avoided trying to look at ‘the goods’ for the sake of keeping Kali from thinking that was an invitation, he didn’t know why a dragon would need a jock strap or be able to use one, given that they typically had slits and internal balls. Not something he usually wanted to dwell on, but he’d long been curious.

“Anyway, I tagged you a lot more than you tagged me, so as far as I’m concerned I won the match,” the dragon continued, boastfully.

“It’s a team thing, not one on one.”

“Don’t try to tell me you weren’t targeting me preferentially.”

“I wasn’t. It’s not my fault you were trying to get in the way.”

“Hah, a likely story. You were probably trying to get my attention. Hoping I’d get my eyes on you, throw you down and pound you on the bench afterwards. Well, I’m game if you are.”

Another eye roll from Randy. “That jock is probably cutting off air to the only head you use. Why do you even bother, anyway? Not like dragons have much to hide.”

Kali cackled a bit. “Only the special ones.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m a special one. Got a sheath and hangers.”

That actually got Randy to do a double-take. “Wait, what? That can happen?”

Kali beamed, like he was proud of the fact. “Yep. About 1 in 200. Used to be considered a defect, but these days it’s pretty prized. They might be easier targets, but damn do they fill out a jock nicely.” He turned and pointed to his groin, which did seem to be rather ample. And for the first time, Randy noticed something on the front, something that looked like writing. The dragon noticed and his grin widened. “See something you like?”

“H-hardly.” Randy cursed the split-second hesitation. “Did you fucking monogram your jock?”

“Hah, you noticed something? Curious about what it says on the banana hammock?”

“I swear to god if you call your dick a banana…”

“Heh, why don’t you find out? Maybe you’ll read the name down there.”

“Why would I want to read it?”

“Because now you’re curious about what it says. C’mon, you know I’m right.”

Of course he was, because that would have been the irritating thing. Randy sighed a bit. “If I read it, will you not pester me about it?”

“Of course,” replied Kali in a tone of voice that did not inspire confidence. Still, as he turned and lifted a leg onto the bench to show it, Randy decided it couldn’t be that bad - at best, he’d have something to give the dragon shit over, and at worst, he’d read something the dragon would give him shit over. He remained cautious, not letting Kali try to ambush him into shoving his face into the dragon’s crotch, but got close enough to read the glittering words on the middle of the garment.

“...If you read this, you’re my bitch tonight.”

The words had barely left his tongue before his entire brain lurched. He had to grab the bench to keep from staggering and falling, it was like an impact that was contained purely in his mind. He knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t clearly figure out what...trying to speak, he couldn’t really get his mouth responding to his commands. He looked up at Kali, wanting to try to see what the dragon was doing, had he ambushed him after all? Kali was certainly grinning...but Randy was a bit distracted by his own unusual response. Because suddenly the gaudy yellow dragon was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

Oh, yeah, something was definitely wrong.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Kali’s voice bored into his brain like a parasite, and he was shaking his head no before he even knew what he was doing. He couldn’t get his eyes off of that muscular body, the thick pecs and firm abs, those bulging biceps and quads, the fearsome calves, all in pristine balance with each other making him look so powerful without being misshapen or ridiculous...what was going on with him? Sure, Kali would have been attractive to him normally, at least to some extent, but he’d never been this taken by him. There had to have been a trick, he’d done something while Randy was reading that stupid line on the jock strap...but could he get himself out of it?

Not fast enough, as Kali made a motion with his claw that suddenly had him mesmerized. “Get ‘em off. Bitches don’t need clothes unless their betters let them wear them.”

Immediately Randy acted, part of his mind was definitely disputing that course of action but it was nothing but a spectator now. His shirt came off and was carelessly cast aside, revealing a fit and healthy human chest and stomach, something he was usually proud of but was nothing compared to the yellow demigod standing in front of him. He was so utterly inferior, the dragon deserved to be in charge of him...it was so weird that he could actually question and dispute these thoughts that he knew were coming from his own brain, even while he knew he couldn’t block them out or stop their action. He was starting to get the picture, it had to be goddamn magic, dragons had it naturally and somehow Kali had managed to trigger it while he was reading. And of course it was a spell with the effect of making him act like the bitch the dragon claimed he was. And it was frustrating to that part of him that was aware of it that he still found that insanely hot.

Enough that when he clumsily shucked off his gym shorts and boxers, he was already sporting a fierce erection, even leaking a little at the tip. He’d NEVER been this acutely horny, sure he had his arousal plenty but this was more than arousal, this was a fucking life or death NEED that gripped him and make him hard as a rock and desperate for release. He heard a snort of amusement from Kali. “Hah, really? That’s even smaller than most of the human cocks I’ve seen. Even among born bitches, you’re a born bitch!”

In his mind, Randy was protesting - five inches was the human average, he had a little bit on that! But even if he could have said something, it was unlikely to change the dragon’s perception - Kali was one of those kinds, size DID matter to him and anyone less than robustly endowed was just a bitch waiting to be put to work. The fact that he was immediately agreeing with that assessment wasn’t a good sign for his attempted resistance...nor the fact that he was feeling even more hot and bothered by the denigration.

“How about I show you what a real male’s cock looks like?” Again an involuntary nod from Randy, though he doubted that he needed to give his assent to that at this point. Indeed, the yellow dragon had already dropped that jock that had gotten him in this situation, proving that he did indeed have a sheath and externally-hanging testes. It looked a bit odd to Randy, largely because he’d never seen a dragon equipped that way, though the oddness didn’t prevent him from finding it irresistibly desirable. And it was definitely going to be enormous, judging by the size of his sheath...well, it wasn’t like he wasn’t expecting that anyway. Unless there was another unpleasant surprise awaiting him...and as Kali rubbed himself and goaded himself into his own erection, the human’s eyes widened like saucers at the sight he was seeing. Not the size or the shape...it was a very different quality that had him in shock.

Jesus fucking hell, it’s PINK.

Not just the pale pink-like of his own skin, or even just a rosy color - it was hot pink, bright pink, gaudy pink, pink if it was screamed through a microphone in front of a crowd of frenzied concertgoers. It couldn’t have stood out more starkly against Kali’s yellow scales, and there was plenty to stand out to be sure, making it just about as in-your-face as a dick could get. Everything about this goddamn dragon was specifically designed to be as much of an eyesore as possible, and he really shouldn’t have been finding it this attractive, but that thrice-bedamned spell was still fully in effect. And probably would be for some time, if that jock had been the warning of what he was going through. “Tonight” meant a good several hours…

“Drink it in, bitch. You’re gonna be chugging the pink lemonade soon enough.” Oh sweet Jesus, why did he have to call it that? And yet Randy had to hope that that only meant his cum, and not other fluids that he was very much NOT wanting to encounter. Not that he would put it past Kali to be a kinky fucker, clearly he wasn’t above using spells to dick with people. And it didn’t seem to matter because he was still salivating over that cock...it was going into his mouth no matter what he thought, and that was probably not the only orifice of his that it would be intruding upon.

His mouth was already hanging open a bit in dumbstruck awe, and Kali didn’t even bother to ask before pushing the tip in. Of course, once it touched his lips, Randy fell right into that sway, opening wider and letting that behemoth intrude on him. He felt a warmth quickly spread throughout his body, and then his jaw and throat easily stretched under the force of that dick pushing them open...the kind of thing dragons were known for, there was no such thing as ‘it won’t fit’ with them. A good thing considering how fucking hung they were, and Randy was at least appreciating that he wasn’t going to be destroyed by it.

Not that that made the fact that it was happening much less frustrating.

Also frustrating was that Kali was actually fucking tasty. Although having that definite strong muskiness that one would expect for a dragon, it was twisted with a distinct sweet/sourness that made it much more agreeable, encouraging Randy to get his tongue all over the flesh and suck more vigorously under the influence of that spell. Whether it was an illusion from the spell or just how the dragon was, it was definitely a flavor he liked, and made resistance feel so much further away. Without conscious intervention, he found his hands taking hold of the dragon’s hips, and he started bobbing more vigorously, milking him and moaning wantonly as his inner mind cursed his powerlessness. As if Kali needed extra encouragement…

“That’s right, bitch...not so bad now, is it?” At least he couldn’t see Kali’s maddeningly wide grin with face buried in dragon crotch, but there was no way he couldn’t HEAR it. “And to think you could have had this at any time if you had only asked like you’ve been wanting to. Never understood why bitch humans resist alpha cocks that could bring them such heaven.”

Ass. It was as much response as Randy would be able to come out with, since his mouth was rather heavily occupied, and even if he wasn’t he didn’t trust his voice not to agree with every word. As it was the dragon’s words were poking into his brain, that zonked part of him WANTED to agree with those words and he had to kick it a bit to stop that. Which was a challenge when the feedback was so favorable...he was bobbing up and down on that cock now, dragging himself back to the tip and then plunging down into that musky crotch, Kali’s balls making contact with his chin and chest. He was able to suck in the leaking precum with every motion, and it tasted much like the dragon’s cock did, maybe even tangier...if he had been offered it as a drink unknowingly he most certainly would have loved it, and part of him could hardly believe that Kali hadn’t pulled a stunt like that with him already. Well, maybe he had, just not with him...he definitely was productive enough to fill a pitcher without much trouble, if the constant inundation of his senses with that luscious taste was any indication.

Randy was painfully aware that he too was heavily aroused now, his own cock throbbing and dripping, getting no attention and begging continuously for it. He wasn’t able to do anything about it, though, his hands wouldn’t move from Kali’s hips, and the more he tried the more he redoubled his blowjob, the massive meat stretching his throat deeply, making him moan and blush. Maybe a good thing he wasn’t jerking it to blowing Kali, he might as well have been stroking Kali’s ego directly. He could feel Kali starting to throb, the dragon was getting close...sort of a good thing, as spell or no spell, he was starting to feel a bit fatigued. But he had one more surprise in store for him, as he went to go all the way in and found a bulge stopping him from reaching maximum depth.

Damnation. Of fucking COURSE he has a knot.

He really should have remembered that, Kali had yapped about it several times within his earshot. But it was one of those things he mostly wanted as far outside his mind as possible...well, that wasn’t happening now, not when his lips were pressed against it. It didn’t escape him that Kali could very well knot his mouth if he so desired, and probably without killing Randy in the process...which meant he had to try to get Kali off before the dragon decided to do so. Even the reluctant part of him found this a wise idea, so he started to really work Kali over, slurping and sucking and humming and swallowing and doing just about any motion he could with just his oral cavity to work with, trying to bring Kali to climax before the dragon started to thrust in on his own and make for a very uncomfortable position for however long that bulge decided to hang around.

“Ah...it’s coming, bitch…” Success, of a sort, hit after what felt like about a good minute or two of that action. Suddenly he felt the throbbing intensify, and then a glut of thick seed surged into Randy’s throat. He winced a bit as he felt the thick, sticky fluid pump into him, there was so much of it and he wasn’t sure he could keep up with it...but a few seconds later he was given no choice, as Kali suddenly pulled back and kept a strong hand on the human’s head, making sure to keep only the tip inside and blasting Randy’s mouth with fresh semen. There was no way, he tried his best but Randy couldn’t swallow it all, plenty of it gushed out of his mouth and dribbled down his face and onto his body. Even Kali’s cum was garish, a bright orange color that looked halfway in between the yellow of his scales and the pink of his dick, making for an obvious mess that anyone would be able to notice. And heaven help him, the stuff was goddamned delicious, it really did remind him of a flavored lemonade, though with the consistency of a shake or something...he wasn’t just swallowing because he had to, he was more than aware of that.

It felt like an eternity before the dragon stopped erupting, giving Randy a chance to catch his breath as that pink shaft was pulled away from him. It felt like he’d swallowed a pound of jizz, and there was plenty more still on him...and yet, it burned him up that he had to admit that he’d actually enjoyed all that in spite of himself. Honestly, he couldn’t find anything specifically disagreeable about any part of the actual act - not the taste, not the stretch, not even the feeling of being overpowered. Mainly just the fact that he wouldn’t have done it if not being made to by some stupid spell...but even that, whether because Kali’s words were working on him or he was just ceding on his own, he was starting to lose his ire over it.

Kali had no such conflict over his satisfaction. “That’s a good look on you, bitch. You oughta wear it more often.” His strong arms reached out and lifted Randy bodily, turning him around effortlessly, holding him against his muscular chest and poking his cock at the human’s little-used pucker. Not even giving Randy much chance to prepare for the change...damn, if Kali was this impatient, how long had HE been wanting this? Maybe all that teasing wasn’t just to make Randy irritated after all. “Don’t keep me waiting, bitch...beg for it.”

Automatically, Randy responded, voice quavering and servile in a way that he’d never been before. “Please, Kali, fuck me hard, show me why dragons are such stud alphas, fill me up and make me your bitch, I need your cum filling me so badly and making me belong to you...”

“Ooh, that was very nice begging...sounds like someone really WAS holding out on us both.” Kali sounded so fucking smug, but worse was the implication - he had only commanded Randy to beg, his own mind had filled in all the gaps. And that was rattling him - had he actually wanted this all along? Sure, he’d found Kali hot, but it wasn’t like he was having wet dreams about the big ass...or was he? Now he wasn’t so sure, maybe he just wasn’t remembering them, or had blocked them out…

It got a lot harder to think about that once that fat staff pounded into him, though. The magic keeping him in good condition was still very much active, meaning that Kali didn’t have to ease into fucking him, could go all out just like a proper dragon stud did to a mewling bitch. And with his throat no longer occupied, the muffled moans became cries of pleasure that rang out freely. If anyone walked into the locker room, they’d see Kali stuffing him and him loving it, they would have no idea that he’d been roped into it by a trick...not that they’d be liable to do anything about it anyway, locker room romps were far from a rarity and no one interrupted a dragon getting his get on.

He could feel himself stretching, was sure it was visible in his gut from the sheer size of the dragon dong driving into him, but his head was craned back, his eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open constantly as breathless cries rang out each time he exhaled. His arms were wrapped behind him around the dragon’s neck, ceding even more control to Kali as he sank against that broad chest, letting muscled arms move him as they saw fit...even the side of him objecting to this treatment was quieting down, shunted aside by the desire for this heavy pleasure, the throb of his own cock as he threatened to cum at any moment. Kali’s knot, not having softened even a bit from the first climax, was smacking against his rear, there was no way it wasn’t going to take a prize this time and Randy was suddenly aware he didn’t mind that.

“Listen to your sing, bitch...damn, I think you needed this more than I did even,” growled Kali smoothly as he picked up the pace, raising a leg onto one of the benches to give himself more leverage to slam into the overwhelmed human. “If I knew all I needed to do was grab you and stick it in to make you mine I’da done so ages ago...you have no idea how much I’d cramp up my hand jerking to imagining you bending over for me, always had to reserve some energy for that workout so I could never go all out…”

It was quite the revelation to Randy, certain proof that Kali had wanted him more than he had ever realized. And accompanying it was a growing certainty that HE had wanted Kali, too...maybe even like this, with the dragon forcefully asserting dominance and control over him. He didn’t know why, that wasn’t how he’d acted before, maybe he’d been repressing it...but it wasn’t repressed now, he was reveling in the mighty power of the dragon as he slammed his cock inside Randy, the heat and pressure rubbing him in all the right ways, heavy jets of precum making his ass leak and soaking his rear end with Kali’s scent. That scent would stick with him, anyone who smelled it would know who had claimed him, like a mark of being owned…

And Randy realized, he WANTED to be owned by Kali.

That epiphany was rapidly accompanied by a sudden complete quelling of his reluctant side, followed almost immediately by a mind-melting climax that made his cry echo through the locker room. His cock squirted its comparatively feeble load with all the vigor it could muster, making a slight ring as it impacted the locker doors in front of him, splashing on the ground in front of them as well. It was easily the hardest he’d cum in his life, vastly beating out his sparse prior encounters...and it was making him clench and cling onto the cock grinding into his rear, encouraging it to join him in that momentous moment of bliss.

Kali didn’t lollygag - with a snarl, he slammed in, shoving with all his force around that spasming rear until his knot popped inside, tying him tight, and then he roared out as he too hit his orgasm. The sudden rush of fluid into Randy’s body felt even more powerful than what had filled his stomach before, though maybe it was just because he hadn’t felt this much cum shoot inside him at one time before. His voice was cracking a bit from how much he’d been crying out, now calling out in short quick bursts as he rapidly tried to catch his breath through the pressure inside him. He was filling up so readily, with no room around that knot for any seed to leak out, it was all packing deep inside him and making him swell out a bit more.

The high faded, but the sensation of being under Kali’s thrall didn’t...if anything it was stronger than ever after that climax broke through him. He felt an unnatural draw to the dragon, a desire for him that was unburdened by any prior impression of him...not that those impressions were gone, but they had gone from being irritating to being appealing. The egotism that had been off-putting was now weirdly charming, the loud colors were eye-catching rather than eye-searing, even the denigration came off as arousing, like Kali was just stating facts and accepting that he was so far below the dragon was wildly sexy. It was so weird, but he wasn’t questioning it, couldn’t question it at the moment.

Kali’s hand rubbed his slightly swollen gut, making Randy moan out quietly. “Heh, I think if you wanted to be owned by being filled, I made a damn strong impression. Got a bit before this knot goes down...but you’re coming home with me, I’m not even close to done with you, bitch.”

Randy merely nodded, panting too hard to try to speak, but he knew that was exactly what he wanted as well.

———

It had probably been a few years since Randy had woken up in an unfamiliar bed. It had never happened that he’d woken up in one that was so purple.

He still felt pretty wiped out from the previous night’s activities...Kali hadn’t relented until he’d gotten too tired to keep going, which was well past Randy’s stamina level. Not to mention the weight of all the cum inside him, some of which still felt like it was in there even hours later...at least he wasn’t swollen out by now, he’d gotten a nice paunch for a while from all the seed he’d taken in. Not that he could say he minded…

“Morning, bitch.” Randy felt his heart skip a beat, and he rolled over to see Kali sitting up in the bed, grinning down at him. “Bet you never slept so well, eh?”

“Fucking me until I pass out is an odd way of getting someone to sleep.”

“Heh, I didn’t fuck you until you passed out. But you’re giving me ideas.”

“I’m sure. Okay...you gotta tell me how you did that. I know you used magic, but I didn’t hear you readying any spells…”

Kali cackled a bit. “Ya gotta be a little more clever than that to ambush someone with magic! The words you read? I crafted draconic runes into letter shapes. You were triggering the spell just by reading it out loud. I call it the Jock Trap.”

That was incredibly devious, more than Randy would have given Kali credit for, though the awful name was right in line. Of course, he didn’t phrase it quite that way... “Wow...that is such a dick move, it’s really unbelievable.”

“Says the guy who begged me to never let it end.”

Randy flushed a bit; he had definitely done that, and Kali had accommodated - the spell that had put him under was now a permanent fixture in his brain, triggerable at a moment’s notice by the dragon, without so much as a verbal warning. Any time Kali wanted, Randy would be his compliant, obedient pet, enamored by everything he was and did, regardless of what his ‘normal’ self thought of it…and even his normal self found that hot as hell. What could he say, he’d come to terms with what he wanted. “Yeah, I know, but that doesn’t make it any less of a dick move.”

“Heh, fair enough. It was a dick move that worked like a charm, though.”

“I would think a cocky asshole like you could just ask.”

“You didn’t want me to ask. You wanted me to take, I could tell. I just needed to figure out how to do that without triggering anything else. Now that it’s done, though, I don’t think I need to worry about you objecting anymore.”

“Considering I let you make me obey you, probably not.”

Kali grinned. “Oh, now it’s ‘you LET me’, is it, bitch? Maybe I need to remind you who’s in charge here...”

He hadn’t meant it like that...but Randy was starting to realize, Kali enjoyed reasserting his position, he apparently got a thrill out of putting his bitch in his place. And, really, Randy was pretty sure if that wasn’t his thing now, it would be pretty soon. As Kali took hold of him again, he sank back into that obedient state again, ready to serve his master, allowing himself one last thought that he was really going to have to get used to gaudy colors.