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The large screen TV took up a large portion of Darrah's living room and the people on screen towered above him as he focused his eyes on them rather than letting his mind wander like it wanted too. The show was an inane bit of drivel about repairing cars, something manly, something masculine, something he normally enjoyed, but he wasn't enjoying it now. He was struggling to keep himself from thinking about the last few days and not doing a very good job of it at that. The TV didn't hold his attention, not enough to stop the tightness of his belly and the need that teased through him. He was horny. It wasn't even that uncommon of a sensation for him, but it was the images that kept flashing through his mind that made him ball his hands up into fists and drew in a shuddering breath. The blue-black drake wasn't thinking about what he wanted to do with his girlfriends, at least, not really. He was thinking about what he wanted to do with a male. His body tightened slightly at the sharp visual that slipped through his thoughts of the last time he'd ended up wandering into the wrong bar.

"Gah! God damnit!" He snapped out and snatched up the remote and shut off the TV that was obviously not going to help keep his thoughts where they should be going.

Darrah gave himself a shake and stood up with a final snarl to himself. There was something wrong with his mind. There was something wrong with the way he was thinking. It had been weeks since Skize had found him on the side walk and insisted that he go home with him. He'd tried, once, to go see the old badger to try and get her to tell him how to lift the curse. But she hadn't been home, she hadn't been anywhere in the house. It had been shut up for the winter and he was left with the damned curse making him behave like a slut. Everything in his life was starting to crumble down, everything was making him feel as if he was out of control.

The only time he felt in control was when he managed to find a mark and brought back enough goods to fence that he was making money for himself and Leila. The curse hadn't gotten any worse, it seemed that it was trapped in the current hellish state. He couldn't touch his girlfriend or even the gryphon he enjoyed having a fling with, they'd overcome him and the worst part was that he wanted it. And as for seeing a man who looked at him, who lingered over his body with approval and enjoyment, he might as well have never been interested in women. He flirted, he fucking flirted, and wanted them to hit on him and take him home. He didn't even know the names of the men he'd slept with for the most part. He only knew how attractive they were and how badly he wanted them.

"Darrah, why are you yelling?" Leila poked her head around the corner and frowned at him. "I thought you were watching one of those car shows not a game."

"Nothing, just nothing." He snapped back and bristled when she gave him a narrow eyed look. "Aren't you supposed to work tonight or something?"

"No, that's tomorrow night. Tonight we're supposed to go hit that house you've been babbling about all week and kept saying you needed help." She stepped into the room and tilted her head to one side as she looked at him. "Are you alright?"

"Fine, yeah, the house. Museum actually." He rubbed a hand over his muzzle and tried to keep himself from looking at her.

_God I want her. I want to be inside of her, I want to feel her hot, wet and tight around me. _ He thought longingly, and then squashed the thought before it could go any further. If he kept thinking along those lines he'd give in and her tight wet and hot wasn't what he'd get.

"Museum? Darrah.. That's not our normal. We can't fence things like that, you know." The pale blue dragoness padded out with a frown on her face. "That stuff is traceable."

"Yeah, yeah, most of it is. We don't want the shit they have on display. They have stuff in an attic that isn't good enough to be on display. It's still worth money. Coins that aren't quite perfect, but even one is worth a few hundred bucks, jewelry that people donated that's not native and they haven't cataloged it yet." He padded into the kitchen and towards the liquor cabinet. Sometimes drinking helped. "They haven't been up there in over a month. They won't check it out until inventory and that's months away."

"Heh, and by that time it'll be sold and gone. Not a bad plan." Leila's voice held a hint of a purr to it. "A shame that you're so damned muscled."

Darrah jerked and bit back a moan as her hand slapped against his ass. His body nearly started to shake with the need to turn around and shove her up against the wall and take her. If he did that, he'd only get something else. He wanted that as well, but damnit..

_Stop thinking like that. Get the vodka, drink until it stops occurring to you. _ He thought to himself viciously and ignored the touch as best as he could.

"Even you will be a bit big. I think we can get away if you put on something tight enough that it won't add any bulk. Otherwise we'll have to go with another plan." He was proud his voice didn't tremble as much as it wanted too.

"Sure you don't want to put on something tight?" Leila's voice dropped to a purr and her fingers moved up to trail along his back. He swallowed, his mouth felt so damned dry.

"No time, m'love, I need to go out and pick up a few things for tonight." He closed the cabinet door and fixed a smile on his face. Even though his body flushed with a wave of heat at the thought of her. "I'll be back in a bit, you should probably start getting ready in a bit."

Darrah didn't wait for her to respond. He saw her frown as he bolted out of the house and didn't care. She had been unhappy with him for a while now. She complained that he never touched her anymore and the times he did, well, she seemed to recall them, but not the way they had happened. He couldn't let it happen again. He was losing himself to a part of him that loved the feel of something hot hard and heavy plunging into him. He was starting to forget what it was to be straight and male. He was starting to even forget what it felt like to be truly dominant. He had to get some fresh air, he had to get out of the house. At least the job later on wouldn't provide him with any temptation or problems. At least he'd be safe there.

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"Fucking god damnit Leila, are you insane?" Darrah snarled the words as softly as he could to his girlfriend as they stood perched on the side roof of the modest two story museum that held the treasures from the area.

"No I'm not, you need me through that window, then we need to change things around." Leila hissed back and flexed her bare talons into the roof so that she didn't fall over.

"If you can't get through in those.. those clothes.." His eyes flicked down and he swallowed roughly as he stared at the barely clothed body in the moonlight. The tight material left nothing to the imagination. "Then you're not getting through naked."

"Did you even listen to me? Not naked. Haven't you ever seen someone get stuck in something? All I have to do is use some cooking oil to make sure that I can slip through without any problems." Leila narrowed her eyes and held out a clear bottle of vegetable oil. "It's not traceable if that's what you're worried about."

"You're not going to make it.." He scrambled for a reason why it would work besides the fact that he didn't think he could control himself if she were nude and oiled up. "And how will you get down? You'll be coated in the slippery stuff and you'll be fucked."

"Fucked?" Leila curled her lips backwards and bristled. "Well that'll be the first damn time in a week."

Darrah jerked his head backwards at the venom in her tone and he swallowed. It wasn't the first time that she'd snapped at him, but it was the angriest he'd ever heard her. He snapped his jaws shut and stopped protesting as she started to peel her clothing away. He forced himself to look at the side of the roof as if he were scouting for danger as her growl could be heard as she threw her clothes down to the ground. She was not happy, not at all. He wasn't sure if it was because he'd been taking charge or if it was because he'd obviously been in a panic at the mention of her stripping down. Whatever the reason, he doubted that a few kind words would make her feel at ease.

_Fuck, she's going to leave me. If I make enough with this run I can at least set myself up in a nice apartment. _ He sighed a little and glanced towards her, suddenly grateful that moonlight hid her body in shadows.

"Alright, if you can stand the work, come help me get oiled up." Leila threw a shirt so that it hit his back and he twisted his head a little to follow the clothes dropping to the ground.

"You'd better hope that that doesn't fall down," He growled and turned back to her. The bottle of oil was shoved into his hands so he had to take it or let it drop.

"Come on, we need to get in and out." She hissed at him, but he was staring at her. Staring at her naked body in the moonlight.

His lips tried to move, but they refused to work, he was left staring at the silvery color of her scales that fell along the curve of her shoulders and, more importantly, her breasts. The soft swells that were perked up and outlined with the tiniest scales on her body so that he knew they would be like smooth velvet beneath his touch and tongue. It made him let out a shivering breath and he gripped the bottle hard enough that the plastic started to dent inwards. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to move his hands to pour the oil over her breasts and watch the thick drops spilling over them and curling around the edges of her nipples. He wanted her. The hot rush of need spread through him until his breathing came in short hard pants.

He stepped forward and Leila watched him with her head tilted down and a slight smile on her face. She was enjoying the fact he was staring at her and he knew she could scent his arousal. It was embarrassing, but true. He wanted her, god it had been so long since he'd been able to enjoy the feel of her soft body next to her own. His tail lashed and slapped against the tiled roof before he moved a step forward. He wanted her, he didn't care if they were on the job, on a roof, he didn't even care that he knew she wasn't going to stay soft and feminine. All that mattered was that he wanted to lick her breasts and pull her to him so badly that his loins ached with the need. His breath came out in hot short puffs as he stepped forward again and lifted a hand up towards her breast.

"I would have been more impressed with you if you had been able to stop your ways, but I suppose there are some creatures that are unable to learn from past mistakes." The soft female voice froze him in his tracks and his heart leapt into his throat.

Leila made a noise as she stiffened in front of him, her eyes looking over his shoulder for half a moment before they hooded and relaxed. The fierce light of her personality seemed to fade away and leave while he was left twisting around to see the small round window they had been planning to send her through open. A familiar white and black head was looking out of it, Edith watched him with an amused expression on her face. His stomach twisted and he let out a soft whimper before taking a step back. And that was his mistake. His foot touched the old roofing slate and sent it skittering beneath him. The slate clattered down towards the ground and he was upended before he could even get a question out to the woman who had caused all his problems.

"Boarin! Don't let him hit the ground!" Edith screamed out before the world went dark and something hard and sharp hit against his forehead and sliced through scales. The world went dark.

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"C'mon lad, you're thick skulled. I have no doubt that you can shake this off." A hand touched his muzzle and he let out a protesting noise as it awoke an ache in his skull.

"Edith, I've told you before that you shouldn't have rigged things this way." A deeper male voice came from further away. "Perhaps I didn't catch him in time."

"Come now, wake up, lad." The paw tapped against his muzzle and he let out a soft groan. The ache in his head started to slip away.

"What happened?" He growled and rolled over, the wood was smooth beneath his palms as he got to his hands and knees. The slap sent a rush of dust up from the ground and he sneezed roughly and snapped his eyes open.

"I'm afraid we startled you too badly, as Boarin says, I hadn't thought it through. But you're alright, just a small cut to your forehead and that was easily remedied." Edith's face was right in front of him as he blinked his eyes a few time and then looked around the dimly lit room.

"What's going on? You!!" His eyes snapped open as he finally realized who he was staring at. "It's you! What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you. You didn't think you got the idea to come here on your own, did you? I've owned this museum for years because I enjoy giving back to the community. It was the perfect place to tempt you with and see if you even bothered trying to stay away." Edith moved back and leaned over a gleaming cane as she tilted her graying head to one side. "You didn't change your ways, Darrah. I am quite unhappy with you. I had hoped you'd learn better. I showed you this place and you barely waited a day before returning. To take away from the community that you've been a part of for so long."

"I did what you said! I let a man fuck me! What else do you want? You broke your end, so I broke mine! And that just made it worse!" He got up to his knees and blinked as he found himself inside of the promised land.

Well, at least Darrah had assumed that it was going to be the promised land. He was inside the attic of the museum, but the boxes and antiques that he'd seen two nights ago were gone. Instead it was cleaned out and boxes were neatly stacked up along one side of the wall so that the bulk of the space was left cleared out. He spotted Leila standing against one wall, her pale blue scales still exposed, still naked, but she didn't seem outraged. She was staring at nothing, just standing there as if nothing in the world was wrong and she wasn't nude in front of strangers. She was relaxed, even, but his eyes weren't locked on her form for long.

The other side of the room was filled with a pure icy white gryphon that had his wings half spread so that he looked even larger then he really was. The features weren't hawk like or eagle like, they were flattened with bright yellow eyes. The white feathers were speckled along the top of his head with splashes of black. An arctic owls torso, complete with yellow forearms and hands with large black talons that gleamed in the light. He, for he wore no clothing, had the lower body of a wolf. The fur was white and unblemished from the curve of the belly, to the heavy sheath and orbs. He stood nearly tall enough to touch the ceiling which set him at nearly seven feet tall from the pricked ear tufts all the way down to the broad paw pads. That would be the male voice.

As he got his knees under himself he realized that he wasn't wearing the clothes that he had had on the roof. They were folded neatly near by, while his blue-black scales were left bare to the light. He swallowed and moved his hands down so that he could cover his vent as much as possible and turned his head away from the white gryphon. The beast was watching him with lust in his eyes and they weren't staring at his face. They were gliding along his body the same way Darrah had stared at a few girls in his time.

"I am here because you have not changed your ways. I believe that it's time for you to understand that you are only hurting yourself at this point." Edith stepped back and the large gryphon padded forward with a wag of his tail so that he could take her arm when she set the cane to one side. "You have taken what others work hard for and it has never cost you anything, now it has. Tonight, I will give you one last time to change your ways. I will give you one last time to break your curse. I will give you one last time to make your pledge to stop this behavior."

"I just want to be normal.." He panted shallowly and spread his wings along his back so that they were limp and nearly touched the ground. "Please, break the curse and I promise to never touch another home again. I won't steal, I'll work in a freaking McDonald's if I have to!"

"I'm sure you would. This is Boarin." She touched the owl-gryphon's arm lightly. "I am too old for these games, but he is young and able to carry magic. You will use tonight to prove to him you are repentant for what you've done. If you do it well, then the curse will cast you free. If you do not, well... I suppose you will find out just how far you can fall."

"What about Leila? Let her go, she's no part of this.." He got up on his knees and swallowed as he looked back at his naked girlfriend. "I think she'll be a lovely addition to Boarin's fun. Remember this, if you fail, if you disobey, if you hesitate, then you will forever be trapped as you are now. You will never know another woman, you will never know what it's like to be... normal."

"Fine, fine, I can do it. I can do whatever it takes." He growled and looked nervously up at the gryphon who parted his sharply hooked beak in a grin.

"You will, boy, I've always enjoyed Edith's work, some of my best boys have come from her in fact. A shame she's letting you have a chance to be free." Boarin sighed heavily and patted the badger's arm. "She is quite honorable, which is why I've never gotten the secret to what she does."

"You have a reputation dear, but I think you'll enjoy this one. He's been trying to keep away from his girls and his boys. I'm sure it'll please you to train him. I can trust you not to harm the female? She's only drawn into this because of him..." Edith freed her arm and placed her cane down on the ground as she started to move away from him.

"On my honor, Edith, I will not harm her." The gryphon gave a bow that was elegant looking as he extended one long leg and spread his wings. "And if this one does not break his curse?"

The badger twitched her lips and glanced towards Darrah while he stared at her with wild eyes. "Then you may keep him for your collection. I do not think you have a dragon yet."

"No, no I do not.." The simple words turned into a low purr as the owl's eyes flicked to him and he felt as if he were pinned in place. His chest tightened with fear and desire.

The badger left without a fuss, and Darrah moved over to where Leila stood quiet and empty. She wasn't paying attention to anything. The gryphon escorted Edith out and he tried to touch Leila's hip to get her attention. She remained staring ahead even when he gave a short push to try and unsettle her stance. She didn't do anything except move her legs apart so that she didn't tumble over. What had the witch done to her? Why were they even bothering to keep her here?

"She won't wake up, it's hypnotism." Boarin returned with the soft click of his canine paws on the ground. The owl-wolf tilted his head and clicked his beak, "Oh you are handsome, a shade too muscular for my tastes, but lovely none the less. The ass is quite appealing as well."

Darrah's cheeks suddenly flushed hotly and he turned away from his girlfriend to watch the drake approaching him. Another time he would have been frightened, angry and offended at what was being said, but he couldn't get those feelings to rouse themselves. He was lost staring at the pure white chest and the thick soft feathers roused up as the gryphon approached him with a deep throated croon. Instead of fear, desire rolled through him and he sucked in a short breath as he let his eyes slip along the spread of the hips and the long muscular legs. The feathers gave way to fur seamlessly, and was just as thick as it ran along the bent legs.

The gryphon stepped forward and moved his hand up so that the black talons traced just beneath his chin and he was backed up to the point he bumped against Leila. The soft curve of her breasts touched his shoulders as the finger trailed down along the line of his chin and rubbed downwards towards the curve of his chest. He sucked in a breath as the curse made him want to press into the touch. He wanted to step against the muscled tall form and feel the caress of fur and feathers against his chest and stomach. His heart started to pound faster and faster against his chest, it was almost painfully fast as he let out a soft noise.

"Oh yessss, you will be fun." The gryphon murmured and stepped back before turning his gaze up and behind Darrah. "And you, my lovely dragoness, come awake. Open your eyes and see yourself in the midst of your home. See the heat and need that your lovely.. boyfriend has roused in you. He wants you, you want him, I can taste it on the air. He hasn't touched you in so long. Such a shame, but tonight he wants you, don't you Darrah?"

"Y-yes..." Darrah squeaked and winced as his normally firm dominant tone turned into something hesitant and breathy.

"That's a good good boy..." The drake growl in a low purr of approval just as a pair of light blue arms wrapped around him and Leila moved forward to press herself up against his back. "Now you enjoy your lady.. while you have her. Who knows? Perhaps just agreeing will let her remain female."

"Mmm about time.." She purred in his ear before her tongue licked along the curve of his neck. It was a gentle touch that caressed and rubbed over the scales while he let out a trembling breath and his eyes fluttered shut.

The drake stepped back away from him and he was left with Leila's hands rubbing along his chest and stomach and her lips trailing down his shoulder. He tried to make himself behave like he normally would, but the cold gold eyes that watched him made it almost impossible. The fingers stroked downwards to trail all the way down along the curve of his hips and then trailed back upwards towards the spread of his chest. He hadn't touched her in so long. He'd seen her nude, he'd seen her showering, touching him, trying to get him to take her to bed and he'd always escaped her. Now it was impossible. He couldn't say no, he couldn't refuse, not if he wanted to become normal again. She was giving him a chance, a final punishment that could make him even with the house.

Darrah turned slowly in Leila's arms so that he wasn't staring at the gryphon or the fake that the heavy white sheath was reacting to the sight of his body being handled. He found himself almost nose to nose with his girlfriend. Her slender blue snout was curled up in a smile as she looked at him. She wasn't seeing him, she was seeing whatever the hypnosis was letting her see. Her fingers moved to slide along his hips and he looked down at her warm breasts. This time he didn't fight the urge to do what he wanted. He lowered his head and ran his tongue in a hot wet line right along the softest parts of the scales and pushed forward until the flesh dimpled slightly. The taste of her was sweet and tinged with the hint of the body wash she used.

She made a little sound and it made his body tighten with desire. He licked downwards inch by slow inch and worked between them before stepping back enough that he could nuzzle against one breast. His lips brushed right along the perked nipple and his tongue flicked out to coil itself right around the firming nub. Leila moaned out and he waited to feel the shock that would signal the curse taking effect as he roused her. Except, it didn't come. He pulled the nipple firmly into his muzzle and suckled around it with hot eager rolls of his tongue. His muzzle dimpled in the breast as he let out a shuddering breath and moved his hands to cup against the curve of her hips. He squeezed them and forgot about the male watching him, it had been so long, so terribly long since he'd let himself do this. The last time she'd changed almost immediately, this time he was able to savor her.

One of her hands dropped down and stroked right along the edge of his thighs before trailing up. Leila had always had the most delicate touch on certain parts, and when her fingers trailed up she found the jutting dark length. The fingers rubbed in circles around the tip of his glans as he started to slip out of his vent. The touch nearly made his knees go weak as he ran his teeth along the edge of her nipple. He pulled it tighter with his mouth and twisted his head about until Leila let out a whimpering moan. It was almost his name. He'd never heard anything sweeter in his life. His cock pushed further out and the tip rubbed right against the palm of her hand before a hot dribble of precum drooled out over her scales. With a groan he pulled his lips back with a wet popping noise as her glistening nipple was freed.

"Oh gods, yes.." He rolled his hips forward and her fingers tightened around his cock. His tail lashed back and forth wildly as his breath started to come in short hard pants.

"On your knees, love, it's been so long since I've felt that tongue just how I like it." She crooned in his ear and his lips quirked up in a grin.

The situation, the people, the humiliation of what was supposed to be a punishment melted away at that command. Perhaps all it had taken was really listening and that was enough to break the curse. He nuzzled down along her belly and gave a smooth hot lick all the way down to her navel. He trailed in slow circles before dropping to a knee so he could lick lower. His tongue left wet trails on her scales as her hands left his hardened cock. It didn't matter, he'd bring her with his tongue and then take her. He'd bury himself all the way up to the hilt and make her scream his name. Let the gryphon watch him pleasure his girlfriend, it didn't matter. He had what he wanted.

He dropped his nose down and nearly flicked his tongue out to brush along the glistening lips of her mound when his nose brushed her folds. The scent of her arousal flooded his muzzle and he drew in a deeper breath just in time to feel a sharp shock sting his muzzle and nearly numbed his tongue. Leila let out a purr that suddenly dropped down into at throaty baritone. The hands that had been sensuously caressing his neck moved up to grip his horns and he jerked backwards with a whimper. He couldn't jerk away, he couldn't jerk free, not with her holding him inches from where her body was rippling and the scales shifting with the change that was starting to wrap around her.

"Oh my, such a shame, almost..." Boarin laughed from somewhere behind him as he watched the soft lips that quivered with arousal starting to reshape.

A thick fleshy spire grew and slipped out along with the hot sharp scent of male musk as Leila's body became firmer, harder and more masculine. The softness that he had delighted in only moments ago was lost in a wave of changes that left the muscles hardened and firm. The breasts faded away and became muscular, while the nipples became smaller and harder. He rolled his eyes up to see his girlfriend's features setting into the masculine heavy look of a drake. The muzzle was rougher, the horns larger and his eyes narrowed as the last few inches of glistening male cock lifted upwards to rest against the curve of the pale blue belly scales. A thick dollop of precum welled out and oozed over the edge to run along the ridges.

The panic didn't come, instead his stomach nearly cramped with need. He wanted the drake, he wanted to taste the glistening cock, he wanted to suckle and pull along the very tip until he had scooped up the precum. The grip on his horns kept him in place while his heart sped up and he whimpered softly. His mind let the need to claim his female melt away, it was replaced with the desire to please and be taken. He felt his own cock, still hard against his belly, pulsing and leaving a splattering of precum against his scales as he dropped to his hands and knees. Leila let out a short masculine laugh and used his horns to tug his head up to stare at the newly made drake's face.

"A little cum slut.." He growled and suddenly a hand moved and touched his ass cheek. Sharp black talons teased against his scales and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Is he? Show me. I'd like to see just how much our boy enjoys cock." Boarin sounded mildly interested as the talons scraped downwards over the scales and Darrah further humiliated himself.

He pushed his nude ass into the touch, his tail twitched and started to raise upwards as he squeezed his eyes shut as much as he could. He didn't want to admit how badly he wanted that touch, but he did. He felt the talons wrapping around his tail as the grip on his horns pulled him forward. It stopped mattering that he was behaving a faggot. He didn't care that he was giving into the urge to do something that he was repulsed by. All that mattered as the hot gleaming precum on the quivering tapered tip. He leaned forward as he was tugged and licked out to catch the next dribble with a whimper. He swirled his tongue around it just as he had his girlfriend's nipple and tasted the salty heat of it gliding down his throat.

That was all it took. He wrapped his lips around the glans and suckled hotly, he pulled and coaxed so that thick drooling spills coated his tongue and left him moaning softly under his breath. His hands moved up and gripped the broad muscled hips as Leila rolled his hips forward and forced a few more inches into his maw. The tip grazed against the roof of his mouth and he used his tongue to cup beneath it. The next drop he swallowed eagerly and he pushed forward until inch by inch the thickness forced his maw open wider and wider. The taste of Leila was as addictive as his scent. It flooded his senses and made him let out soft whimpers of pleasure before pushing forward to the point that the tip nudged into his throat.

The hands on his ass squeezed firmly and he felt the gryphon shifting behind him. A brush of the fingers moved upwards and massaged against the base of his tail so Darrah flicked his tail upwards high enough that he was able to turn his tail to one side to offer himself to the drake. Part of him was screaming that he was behaving wrongly, he should be fighting, but even that voice was silenced. He couldn't fight. He couldn't disobey, not if he wanted to be cured of this curse. He had to expose himself to the male and push his hips up until the gryphon's furred thighs brushed against him. He even had to wiggle his hips back and forth. At least, that's what he told himself.

"Oh no, drake, I think you should worship with your muzzle. Let the drake mark you, I want to see that muzzle dripping and wet. Tongue and muzzle only. No mouth." Boarin growled and something hot splashed against the base of his tail before a hard length pushed out. "Worship his cock. I want you to worship it as if you've never even wanted to touch a female. Show me what a little cum-slut you are."

Darrah opened one eye and sucked in a breath at that. Leila responded by jerking his hips forward and the tip of the cock suddenly stabbed hard and deep into his throat. The walls were forced open to the point that he couldn't breathe around the girth. He tried to swallow and suckle, but it was too much. He finally gagged and jerked his head back as a splatter of precum drooled over his tongue. His body tensed up with each and every choking gasp as he yanked the tip free. Leila's grip on his horns yanked him forward again with a sharp snarl.

"You couldn't even manage to deep throat me.." He growled and Darrah's cheeks flushed hot, but he remembered what he'd been told. No, ordered.

The word ordered made him tremble slightly and he felt his breath come faster. It wasn't in fear. He was helpless, under the command of two males. He couldn't fight free and that made his pulse race and his hips roll as he tried to rub his cock right against the curve of his belly. He did as Boarin had told him, he moved his head and rubbed against Leila's cock with his muzzle. He brushed it along his cheeks and rubbed it up over his muzzle so that the mixture of his saliva and precum spread over his scales. The warm male scent flooded his nose as he rubbed back and forth along the very tip. His tongue flicked out and he trailed along the edges of the ridges and swirled in slow circles.

Boarin let out a low growl of approval and something hot and firm trailed down the curve of his ass cheeks. He squirmed a little bit as the tip trailed just beneath the base of his tail and a feathered chest slipped down to press against his back. It tickled over his scales while he fought the urge to rock himself back against the hardened shaft. How big was the drake? Was he as big as Darrah thought he was? He hoped so, he liked it when they were big enough to make it hard for him to take them.

_Oh god, don't even think that.. DON'T EVEN FUCKING THINK THAT! _ He screamed in his own mind while he trailed his tongue to the tip of Leila's cock, struggling against the urge to wrap his lips around it.

His tongue curled and twisted right around the ridges just as the swollen tip of the gryphon's cock dropped down and pushed against his anal ring. He tensed up and whimpered, before the voice behind him growled out.

"Impale yourself, slut, I want to feel you forcing me in." Boarin snarled out and Darrah let out a soft hiss before a thick glob of precum splashed along the bridge of his muzzle.

The formerly straight drake didn't try to fight the command, his body was aching with need. His heart was throbbing so fast it was almost painful. He wanted that cock inside of him, just as he wanted to lock his lips around Leila's cock and try to swallow every drop of precum. He was able to resist the second urge due to the order, but the first he didn't fight. He pushed his hips back and then bit back a short moan as the cock spread his walls open. He rubbed his muzzle under Leila's cock and rubbed the precum into his scales as he began to impale himself. The inches strained open wider and wider as the tip of the shaft let out a dribble of precum that helped lubricate him. It made his breath catch in his throat before he rocked backwards a bit harder.

Leila's grip on his horns pulled him in until the tip grazed up between his eyes and the he started to lick around the base. He probed and pushed along the vent while he balled his fingers up against his girlfriend's hips. He didn't stop pushing back, and the gryphon didn't lunge forward. He didn't even give him the illusion that this wasn't consensual. He was doing it to himself, and he wanted more. His walls strained wider and wider as the gryphon's cock rapidly grew thicker the deeper it went. His walls started to clamp and flex around it. He squeezed until another wet drool of precum filled him. He stifled his moans right along the base of Leila's cock as the precum drooled down between his eyes and the syrupy mess coated his scales.

He liked it, he liked the musky scent on him. Darrah let out a groan and gave a short driving push backwards that forced the last few heavy inches of cock into his passage. The thickness of the base pushed right up against his anal ring while his walls squeezed down firmly. He felt the boned girth throbbing and rubbing right along his g-spot before the gryphon's hands gripped against his hips and the beast lunged forward with a forceful drive that buried the last few inches into his passage. He jerked his head up and the tip of Leila's cock slid along his lips as the base slammed home. Thick enough that he knew it was a knot, and it was nearly painful as his walls contracted and squeezed hotly.

"Goooooood, boy. Nearly as good as a girl.." Boarin rolled his hips and the knot popped out and then plunged back into his passage with a wet squelching noise as some of the precum escaped. "Don't let yourself go untended, show us how much you love being between two males. Let's see you perform for us."

Darrah let out a breathy cry before jerking his head back and began to lick in hot strokes along the tip of Leila's cock. His scales were coated with the syrupy mess, and he didn't care. He was caught in the pleasure of the moment. The gryphon's hips slowly worked back and forth, a constant pressure that popped the knot in and out of him. His inner muscles suckled hotly around the girth as he spread his legs open wider and freed one of his hands to move beneath himself. It was humiliating, it was embarrassing, it was his worst nightmare. He was acting like everything he hated. He gripped his hard cock and jerked his hips downwards to thrust forward into his own touch before the gryphon slammed against his back and a pair of heavily furred orbs clapped between his legs.

The pull backwards had him jerk his head up and he let out a short cry before Leila growled and his hands yanked Darrah's head forward. The ridged black cock plunged into his muzzle hard and deep. The tip speared into his throat so he was gagging around it, but Leila didn't seem to care. Instead the drake rammed forward in a series of short hard movements that made his own movements useless. He wasn't giving head, he was being used as a hole to fuck. A hot warm hole and Leila was using him for everything that he was worth. Darrah coughed and tried to control himself, and finally tilted his head back so that she could use him. The ridges plunged and rubbed right along the smooth length of his tongue.

Darrah swallowed a moan and parted his legs a bit wider to let Boarin claim him. The hips plunged forward and pulled backwards again. Only enough that the thickest portion of the base popped in and out of him. The furred balls caressed and brushed along his inner thighs at the apex of each thrust leaving him almost breathless. His quivering walls tried to latch down around the gryphon's cock. He squeezed and tightened until Boarin groaned out in pleasure and the hooked beak nipped against his shoulder. The sharp bites made him tense up, but nothing could make him stop pumping his cock. His hand was coated in his own precum as he plunged from the base all the way to the tip.

The feel of being dominated and used was more then embarrassing, it was arousing. His body was savoring it, he was savoring it. He swallowed and suckled as much as he could around Leila's cock as the dragon started to pound into his muzzle faster and harder. His tongue was barely able to caress along the ridges before they were yanked out again. The force the thrusts were driving him backwards onto the gryphon's cock. He could feel the sheath grinding right up against his spread pucker while he let out another moaning cry and closed his lips tightly around the cock. His muzzle was soon leaking a trail of precum and his own saliva as Leila's breathing became harder.

"On your muzzle boy, don't let him go down your throat." The gryphon's voice was strained as he jerked forward and Darrah pulled his head back.

The pulsing black cock pulled out from his muzzle as he let out a sharp cry as he felt the knot straining him open nearly too wide. A dribble of precum oozed out from his passage and trailed between his thighs as he moved his free hand to wrap around the base of Leila's cock. He squeezed firmly and started to work the drake's girth up and down. The tip started to swell open wider and wider, the ridges growing more defined. Leila let out a short snarling cry and jerked his hips forward a moment before the tip pulsed and a hot rope of cum erupted from it. Darrah whimpered as the hot strands were flung out to coat his dark muzzle. It splashed down over the edges of his lips while he lowered his head down letting the warmth dribble down along the corners of his jaws.

His hand flexed harder against his own cock and started to massage around the very tip and pump it up and down. Leila's snarl continued as the last dribbling ooze flowed down and ran along the edges of his lips and nose. He could smell nothing but drake, and his eyes were focused as the tip trailed a strand of cum that drooled down and clung to the apex of his muzzle. He didn't ask about what he should do, he only knew he wanted to taste it. He needed to taste it. He dropped his hand away from his cock and leaned forward so he could lick the cum away from the tip and began to lick his own muzzle. He scooped it up and tasted the salty sweetness flowing down his throat.

Boarin's feathered chest pressed roughly down against him and suddenly the hips launched forward in a series of sharp short bucks. The knot started to swell open wider and wider, the walls strained the walls open wider and wider. When it sank in it was almost painfully large and when it pulled out he let out a short moaning cry when it popped free. The tight anal ring was being dimpled in and pulled back out again. The wet squelching noises came faster and faster as Darrah tried to lick his muzzle clean. The flick of the tongue reached up and over the bridge of his nose. Leila helped by shifting his hips forward and rubbing his softening cock along his lips so he could clean it off with his tongue in hot feverish strokes.

As the knot grew it put pressure inside of him, over and over again the pressure grew, his own cock was thickening up with the need for release. He was drawing in hot eager breaths while his eyes squeezed shut. Nothing else mattered but feeling that knot inside of him, nothing else mattered but being under the control of the two powerful drakes. Boarin snarled out and the white gryphon plunged forward and one of the warm scaled hands reached down to wrap right around Darrah's cock tip. It nearly made him drop and he bucked into the touch eagerly. It felt so good, so terribly good, he just wanted more. He wanted to feel it squeezing him, milking him.

"Do.. you.. really want.. to cum... boy?" Boarin snarled out and Darrah tried to concentrate on the words as he pushed himself back to help the knot sink into him again. It was getting harder to pop free.

"Mmmprrh.. please.. please.. please.. please..." Darrah trembled the words out over and over again.

"That's right, that's a boy, nothing.. matters.. but this.." The gryphon's voice lowered into a croon. "Beg me, call me master, beg me for your orgasm...."

That word, that word made the heat fade away, back away just enough that he could think. The gryphon lunged forward again and the knot sank inwards and this time it couldn't be pulled back out. It rubbed and pulled inside of him, but each draw back just pulled his anal ring taut. The gryphon wasn't his master, damnit.. The hand continued to pump harder and faster and Darrah tried to gather himself. It wasn't enough, he couldn't resist completely, but he struggled to fight free.

"Please.. let me.. cum.." He managed to gasp out as the knot swelled wider and wider. He wouldn't call this being master. He had no master damnit even if he was forced to behave this way.

The hand on his cock flexed and suddenly pulled from the base all the way towards the tip. It made his back arch up and the drake let out a high pitched cry. His entire body tensed up and he shoved back against the gryphon who's balls drew upwards and tightened. Darrah shuddered as the first hot rush of his cum splattered along his own belly and the hand. He didn't care, he wanted it, he needed it. His body was aching for the dizzying rush of his orgasm. He felt light headed and dropped his upper body down against the ground so that his ass was pushed up high in the air.

Boarin drove himself forward one last time and the gryphon shrieked out a rush of pleasure as the knot swelled it's full size. It throbbed and pulsed, rubbed and pulled through his passage, and the tip suddenly erupted in a hot rush of cum within him. The thick strands splattered into his achingly spread walls while he massaged and milked around the cock. He squeezed the tightness of his walls around the swollen knot. The press of fur and feathers against him left him trembling as he tried to milk every drop he could. He moaned and squirmed with his ass in the air as the last dribble of his cum drooled along his belly scales and the hand that gripped him stilled. His breathing came in short ragged gasps.

"Foolish.. little.. boy..." Boarin snarled and dug his fingers into the scaled hips. "You almost... made.. it.. but not now. Not when you.. disobeyed me.. Oh not now... You are MINE. You will learn to call me Master."

Darrah's heart lurched in his chest. He tried to be afraid, terrified of what that meant. All he felt was utter relaxation at finally reaching his peak. Leila rumbled from above him.

"I'm next, I don't think he's done yet." His girlfriend purred lustfully and all Darrah felt was a flush of hot desire.

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One Year Later

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The club was jumping tonight, it was filled with people that were running around with platters of drinks and the bar tender was running around frantically to fill orders. It wasn't a big club, but it was one that always filled up quickly. It was the only club of its sort in the city, though they had had to pay hefty bribes to have zoning rights for it. Boarin Alex had enough money to see those zoning rights were paid off with a few pockets of influential men that shared his tastes. His anonymous backer had been helpful as well in putting a few good words for him and business he would bring the community. Then again, Edith was an old and treasured member of the city council, if she had no objection, why should the younger generations.

Darrah stared at himself in the mirror in the backroom and tugged at his clothes a little self consciously. Clothes? Not clothes, they weren't anything so nice as that. The tight outfit hugged his body and barely covered the tight leather thong that was held beneath it. The blue-black drake wore nothing more than an outfit taken out of Mission Impossible, all black and complete with a rope that was wrapped around his upper body. It would make sure that his dark scales weren't immediately visible against the dark backdrop of the club so that he could slip through it unseen. That was the main part, to get through the crowd without people pointing at him or shouting his name. If they noticed him, it would ruin everything.

"Oh my, now aren't you looking like a little bandit." Boarin let out an appreciative chirr from where he was settled against a couch near the back. "Now, make sure you don't get seen until you get to the stage. After all, last time the bouncers had to cut a path."

"Yes, sir." Darrah lowered his eyes and the blue form that was nestled up against the white gryphon's lap. Leila looked positively smug curled against him, though her eyes were certainly appreciating the view that Darrah was striking.

"We'll be waiting upstairs, Leila has been wanting more time with you, after all. She'll help find all the tips that are given to you." Boarin winked a bright yellow eye and stretched his legs in front of him. "Off you go now, my fine lad! The crowd has been roaring for you most of the night."

Darrah ducked his head submissively and flushed in pleasure. He was a favorite. A naughty thief that would steal up to the stage before he stripped to the sound of the music. He was still dressed as he had always dressed, but now it was designed to come off in front of the crowd. Edith had told him that if he couldn't be trusted to change on his own then he would have to be given a job that would pay enough money he wouldn't be tempted to steal from others. Behavior modification is what she called it. Boarin had been all too pleased to offer him a job. And more.

Darrah looked at himself in the mirror. His body had become thinner, less muscular, more effeminate. A change that Boarin had given to him to make sure he'd appeal to the men that came to the strip club and for his own pleasure. His hips were slender, his body lithe and he could even dance. It made his cheeks flush hot as he turned from the laughing Leila and Boarin made a beeline towards the back door so he could swing around the front. Despite the embarrassment of his change, he never felt more alive then he did on stage and the men who watched him, wanted him, lusted for him paid him more money then he'd ever made in trying to break into houses.

As he went through the front door with a cock wink to the bouncer he heard the full club and the pounding music. He knew that some of them just came to enjoy whatever show was there, but others came because they knew he was headlining. His eyes slipped through the crowd and a low purr formed in his throat. The familiar flush of lust ran through him as he slipped through the people with the ease of a former thief. He loved his job.

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