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When Chazen woke up that morning, he could immediately tell what his next few days were going to bring.

It’s that time again...hot period. Hope they’re ready.

It was a very different reaction for the orange dragon than it used to be. It used to be that a hot period was a dismal thing, a time to up the dosage of his suppressants and have the side effects that came along with it, the grouchiness and irritability, the tension in his body as his natural responses clashed with the chemicals. No dragon liked it, most put up with it to keep the peace. He had himself for quite a while.

Not anymore. Not since a rogue racist doctor had given him medicine that interfered with his suppressants during a nasty hot period. Which it turn meant that he had, in a mindless frenzy of lust, fucked all three of his roommates non-stop for four days straight, getting them all doped up on dragon dominance of the worst kind. Dragons had an effect on non-dragons in that way...an addiction to their fluids, one that tended to be pretty strong and drive them a bit crazy if they went too far away from the one that had compelled it. And even worse if it was instilled during a hot period, when the dragon’s hormones were in a rage and at their most powerful...a naïve body would take to it so strongly that it was unlikely to wear off naturally, requiring detox to resolve.

The worst part was that Chazen couldn’t really remember much of anything during those few days. He’d gone utterly wild, probably partly because of the infection, which thankfully hadn’t been transmittable; vague spots of something came to him now and then if he tried, but there weren’t really any details of note. Sure, he’d felt immense satisfaction after the fact, but it would’ve been nice to feel the acts if he was going through them.

But it turned out he’d had plenty of time to make new memories. He’d intended to undo the effects with his settlement, but it turned out his roomies weren’t as interested in that...at least, two of them weren’t. Chaz still wasn’t all that certain about Daiger, it was hard to tell because while he seemed at ill ease about it at times, he certainly seemed to get into the mood well enough. But even if he’d been reluctant, Kitt and Pierre were all too eager to let the dragon keep going at them, and his choices had been either to move out or join in. And while he’d certainly had enough to move out and get treated, he hadn’t done so. So, maybe he really did get into it, on some level.

Really, Chazen had to count himself one of the luckiest dragons in the world. There weren’t many who were able to live with other non-dragons without taking any suppressants. The most often outcome was that they shocked up with other dragons, who didn’t suffer the side effects of dragon dominance. But there were other possibilities...a rare few underwent some form of castration to end the risk of turning on others, though that usually presented its own set of problems. Others just stopped taking them and forced themselves onto their victims, or worse, sought out victims to claim for themselves. Not many were able to find people fully willing to succumb to dragon domination...well, Chaz had to admit that his case had been a bit more like the “forced” ones, though it wasn’t his fault. But it had become a much more willing arrangement in the aftermath, and that was lucky enough for him.

Since then, he’d been plenty active with the others, though with significantly more control than he’d had before. Even during his subsequent hot periods, he was in a much better state - without the sudden influx of hormones, and the mental fatigue from the illness, he was definitely more controlled than he had been before, and that meant he could be a lot more creative. And it had taught him a few interesting things about what kinds of kinks his roomies were into...kinks which he loved to take advantage of during times like these, where his hormonal energy was through the roof and his dominance was much stronger.

He didn’t bother to get dressed as he exited his bed, a hand drifting to his fully erect and dripping cock. That wasn’t likely to go down any time soon...so he’d make sure three willing bitches got exactly what they would want from it.

Let’s go see what Daiger’s up to…

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Down in one of the basement rooms, Daiger set aside his book with a sigh. He was too distracted to focus on reading...or anything else, for that matter. He already knew what was coming, he could smell it in the air - Chaz was going to be coming for him at any moment, and he was going to get it. He was already well-prepped for it, nude and hard in his own right, perfectly ready to bend over at the dragon’s whim.

He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that.

The intense fuck-fest that Chaz had put the three of them under had been crazy. The dragon had been unstoppable, not that they’d tried very hard; once under his thrall, nothing had seemed to matter other than sating him and getting their own needs met. Addiction was a powerful thing, especially addiction to a dragon...in the heat of the moment, he certainly couldn’t deny enjoying it, though. One of the benefits was that it was even more enjoyable than most other sexual encounters, with all the feelings ramped up by their addled brains. So, yes, the four days had been hard on him, but quite the experience...but he’d expected, at the end, that that would be the end of it, once things got settled they would get treated and everything would go back to normal.

That hadn’t happened. When Kitt had proposed that they just pocket the money and let Chaz bang them at will, it had blindsided Daiger, so severely that at first he’d thought it was a prank on him. After all, seriously considering giving themselves over to Chaz’s urges smacked of madness to him, an idea that was absurd at best and downright stupid at worst. But how quickly he’d found himself outnumbered, as Pierre took Kitt’s side with an eagerness that was almost scary. Well, the human had enjoyed it the most out of all of them, so perhaps it wasn’t surprising, but that put him in a real bind - if Chazen wasn’t on suppressants, then when the next hot period rolled around, he’d inevitably be caught up, and the money for the detox would essentially be wasted.

He wasn’t entirely sure why he’d decided what he’d decided. Had someone asked him at the time, he would’ve had a rationale to give to them - it was either take it or move out, and he wasn’t ready to upheave his entire life over this, not to mention that it was less expensive living there than anywhere else he could find. Plus, someone else had to be watching out for Kitt and Pierre. But even he realized that these were easily dismantled arguments, something that just about anyone could have brought counterpoints to.

He’d thought, perhaps, that maybe his mind had been swayed by the effects of the dragon’s addiction. After all, it was always there, even if not always fully controlling them, and it would make him want to be near Chaz. But it wasn’t so strong that he couldn’t fight it, he could very easily have overcome it and gone to the detox and left it all behind. No, there had to be something more to it...and the thing he wouldn’t have wanted to admit was, maybe on some level he wanted it. He had always gone after the alpha male types, the big dogs with confidence and physique and who were well-hung. True, a few had been too big for him to end up taking, but that hadn’t stopped him from liking the type. And Chaz was just that type, perhaps even more so...maybe what had really gotten him to sign on was that innermost desire that he’d long tried to keep quiet about.

And if that was the case, well, that was a tougher fight than the addiction.

He heard the door open, and stood at attention immediately. The strong scent of the dragon’s arousal was pummeling his nose in an instant, making his head fog over a bit as his own need gripped him. As Chaz walked over to him, he could see something in the dragon’s hand, sending a bit of a whimper through him. If that was what he thought it was…

It was. Chaz opened it up to show a nice little rig - a sounding rod, cock sleeve, and ring all in one. This was hardly the first time Daiger had seen or experienced it, and it had one purpose: keep him incredibly horny while preventing him from blowing. He was let loose at the end, every time, but there was still no promise that that would always happen...it had him worried every time, but not worried enough that he could have spoken up about it.

He didn’t fight it as Chaz took hold of his cock, aiming the rod at his tip. It pressed in, making him moan and pant harder as he felt his urethra stretch around it...the rod wasn’t too thick, not painfully so, but thick enough that he could feel it potently, and thick enough to block him off. Deeper and deeper it sank, and his cock was enveloped in the sleeve, which rubbed against his sensitive shaft, hugging it in tight warmth. It slid all the way down to the top of his knot, at which point Chaz clamped the ring shut tight, another way to help keep him from shooting off. Locked down this way, Daiger wasn’t going to be using his dick at all, he was going to need to wait until Chaz was ready to let him go...and that was going to be a while.

“Good...now, start sucking. Wet up my whole cock nice, because that’s all you’re getting for the other end.”

Daiger nodded, ears flattening submissively; hearing Chazen’s voice order him like that did things to him in a hot period. It would have been a bit nice even normally, but not like this, not so powerful and impactful...this made him truly feel overwhelmed in the most thrilling way. Obediently he knelt before Chaz, mouth opening wide and starting to take the long, thick shaft down far. His tongue lapped out, slurping and licking against the flesh as he worked more and more of it inside. By this point, he could more than handle it - just like his other end, the dragon’s fluids made him able to take it, which was good because self-restraint was not the strong suit of a hot dragon.

A deep, heady growl emerged from Chaz, and he added a clawed hand to the back of the wolf’s head, forcing him deeper little by little. It wasn’t a requirement, he knew that Daiger would eagerly take him all the way without encouragement, but it added nicely to the feeling of dominance and control that suited them both. His hips lightly swayed, rocking his cock slightly in and out of the wolf’s muzzle, enjoying the very light scrape of those teeth against his flesh.

Daiger’s lust and need grew fiercer by the second; the taste of the dragon was setting his loins ablaze, with no satisfaction in sight. He couldn’t get off, but he felt very much like he wanted to...without even intending to, he started stroking himself through the sleeve, adding to his own torture as he worked the dragon’s dick as much as he could. He was shoving the whole thing into him, sans the knot which Chaz never used in oral. Sucking, bobbing, and swallowing with as much vigor as he could muster, but it still felt like it was taking ages...Chaz knew how to hold back to make him the most needy he could get, forcing him through minutes of blowing and making him feel like he was about to bust something down there with as pent up as he was getting. Of course, he was only making it worse on himself…but he couldn’t stop it anyway, even knowing that he still felt a compulsion to act, to make the teasing worse, the need stronger.

That, at least, he wasn’t sure he could blame on Chaz.

Then Chaz suddenly started bucking, taking charge of the action and forcing his way down the wolf’s throat with greater intensity than ever. It wasn’t long after that before he started to taste the thick, potent dragoncum, slathered all over his tongue with every shot, forcing him to swallow over and over. It was a far stronger taste than usual, owing to Chazen’s heat, which had his hormones raging and his virility at a peak; Daiger couldn’t deny wanting the taste ferociously, it wasn’t the most delectable but it fulfilled a visceral need brought about by his addicted brain. Not a drop escaped him, despite the fervent bucking that threatened to send it splattering all over he was as fully in control as he could be.

Finally, the dragon pulled out of his mouth, with a slight popping sound from the wolf’s jaw tightly wrapped around it. Daiger was panting heavily, his cock almost burning with need but still fully locked up and unable to act in any way. It was driving him crazy, but he couldn’t even speak about it, Chaz had been heedless of his pleas the first couple times and he knew it was pointless. All he could do was wait until Chaz decided to free him, and that wasn’t going to happen yet.

The dragon pushed him down onto his side, raising his leg and lining his cock up against the wolf’s tailhole. Daiger had his tail dutifully hiked out of the way, not wanting it to be grabbed and yanked; that had happened once and that had been all the times he’d needed to keep from letting it happen again. His legs were stretched quite a bit, making him thankful that he was limber and flexible, and even then it was kind of a strain...but he knew he wouldn’t be feeling it much in a moment.

Chaz didn’t go in easy, burying the full length of his draconic shaft sans the knot into the tight hole at once. Daiger was beyond needing prep at this point, after as many times as he’d been rutted by Chaz, he knew instinctually that there was no risk of hurting his partner. Indeed, there was nothing but a light howl of pleasure and lust as Daiger felt himself get filled up nicely, his body taking to it without much complaint. It was a hefty stretch for sure, he always felt so tight against it, but there was never a hint of pain at this point...that was definitely one advantage to being screwed by a dragon, even if they got you addicted and dominated they made it feel fucking fantastic. And it was dulling any negative feelings from the awkward position as well, another plus. Even his backed-up cock and balls were starting to feel pleasurable rather than torturous…

Maybe this was why he stuck with it. For all the issues it might have brought, it was also the best lay he could imagine.

No quarter was given to him, Chaz was pounding in with his usual viciousness, growling and snarling primally as his knot slapped against the wolf’s ass with wet smacks. Though he was pretty aggressive normally, it was usually restrained to a degree, but in the hot periods he tended to lose himself a bit in the lust and pleasure - feeling one of his bitches wrapped around his cock was too good for his hormone-flooded mind to deal with. It wasn’t as bad as the first time, he was still aware of himself and in some measure of control, but he was definitely more wild than usual, and the sex was more fun that way. The way they tightened and clutched to him, raising the friction that rubbed along his entire length...it was the way it was meant to be for them, the way he’d denied himself for so long. No wonder some dragons succumbed to temptation...at least, though, his were fully willing.

He leaned into it more, pushing the wolf’s leg further out, pushing its limits to ram in harder and faster. Daiger was scratching against the floor, howling and panting as the pleasure powered through him, his wrapped-up cock throbbing madly. He wanted it so badly, it was the only way he’d be allowed his own climax, his mind was fogged over at this point, only focused on the pleasure and his approaching release. He was trying to loosen up, let that knot that was insistently knocking at his entrance get into him…not that it was helping much, no amount of relaxation was going to relieve that pressure, Chaz would have to force it in.

And soon enough, he did, roaring out and powering into the tight hole, spreading it wide and popping his knot deep inside. Thick cum surged out almost immediately, packing its way into Daiger’s bowels in a heavy rush, feeding his need and ramping up the pleasure. And finally, Chaz brought his hand to Daiger’s cock, released the ring, and yanked the thing off of him, immediately bringing him to a powerful climax - his own seed shot out hard, streaking across the floor for feet as it burst forth in great gushes, everything that had been waiting now making its appearance. The mass of it seemed almost able to compete with the fluid being pushed into his guts, at the very least their pulses almost seemed timed together, each shot coming almost in time, feeling endless in the chaotic euphoria.

By the time it was over, Daiger was a dizzy, exhausted mess on the floor. The furious orgasm had drained him much more than usual, the soreness was creeping back into his hips from the stretch of his legs, and Chaz was still knotted inside him and going nowhere for a while. Fortunately, dragon knots receded more quickly during a hot period, so they could go more often, and he figured he was off the hook for a while. He’d need the time to recover, for sure...despite everything, there was a happy wag in his tail, the high from the dragon’s fluids was working its magic on him, and he couldn’t really care about anything else.

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From just one basement room over, Kitt was pacing around, awaiting the end of the sounds of sex from next door. He knew that he’d be next, that it wouldn’t be too long before Chaz turned his attentions towards him. And he couldn’t wait...almost literally.

Kitt didn’t have the nose that Daiger did; though he could smell the potent scent of a hot dragon well enough, it wasn’t quite as powerful to him. But even though the intensity of the scent wasn’t as high, it was still having a considerable effect on him. Since he’d woken up that morning, he’d been restless, unable to focus on anything, and horny as hell, and jerking had been so unsatisfying that he couldn’t even finish himself off. All clear signs of what was going on, and he wasn’t about to even try to fight the inevitable. In fact he welcomed it, hoping that it would clear his head enough for him to get something done.

He wouldn’t have been surprised to hear someone question why he’d put up with that, when he could have been freed of the dragon’s influence over him. Most people would have taken the easy way out without a second thought, and Kitt could definitely see why. The effects on him were probably stronger than with either Daiger or Pierre, partly because of his metabolism and his small frame. When the dragon was lusty, he was influenced more easily; when he was hot, nothing but sex mattered; even when things were normal, he found it much more easy and pleasant to concede to his desires and wants than assert his own. The others didn’t seem to have this problem so much...well, at least Daiger didn’t, it was tougher to tell with Pierre, he was about as eager to do anything with Chaz as could be but it seemed like that was the way he’d wanted to be from the start. Kitt knew that wasn’t how he’d been...he could assert himself with some effort, but the feelings were always there. If he didn’t have to deal with that…

But there were a few reasons. Perhaps the most important one...Kitt had only ever had sex once in his life. Although he was fairly outgoing, he was also busy, and didn’t know exactly how to broach the subject. When he went on dates, they rarely went further...something about him didn’t help a whole lot in getting him laid. The one time it had gone all the way, he’d been dumped a couple weeks later. The other guy had said he’d gotten tired of Kitt’s insecurity and lack of initiative...maybe that was a problem. With Chaz, none of that mattered...it wasn’t that there wasn’t an emotional attachment, but rather there wasn’t any pressure. He didn’t have to try to put something on to please him, he just needed to be himself and get pounded like his life depended on it. He could do that.

Lost in thought, it took him a while to realize that the sounds had ended. He paused his pacing, heartbeat starting to accelerate. He would be next, there was no question of that...it was just a matter of when. Chaz didn’t tend to wait around during a hot period, that much was clear...if he did wait, there was usually a very good reason for it. But he could hear the dragon’s footfalls out in the hallway now, and they stopped pretty close by. Seconds ticked by, seconds of silence...he could swear he could hear the heaving of the dragon’s chest just outside his door, but the door remained shut.

Now the fucker was just playing with him.

He was just about to make a move towards the door to open it himself when it was suddenly slammed open, Chaz grinning down at him viciously. Before Kitt knew what was happening, he was on the ground, the dragon’s hand pushing down hard on his chest, pinning him firmly to the floor. Both his hands gripped at the powerful arm, but his strongest effort couldn’t even budge it...he wasn’t even sure if it was his strongest effort, Chaz’s heat scent was definitely running through his head now, making his cock throb furiously.

Relief was granted after a minute, but only briefly before Kitt was grabbed again and forced face-first into Chaz’s crotch. Cum from his last session was still on the surface, as well as plenty of precum from the intervening period, and both substances were being smeared onto his face and beak. He knew what he was supposed to be doing, and acted almost automatically, bringing his hands up and starting to jerk Chaz off. His tongue darted out and licked at the tip while both hands encircled the massive meat, and even that was barely enough. He knew that the dragon probably wanted to be ramming down his throat right now, but he really didn’t like the way the crow’s beak felt on him, so full-on oral was right out...the glancing tongue was the most Kitt got his mouth involved.

There was a bit of relief to that, he’d seen how Daiger and Pierre did under that treatment and it didn’t exactly look comfortable...though, he knew he would do it in a heartbeat if Chaz wanted it.

As he got to work, he felt the dragon’s hands wandering over his body, kneading his flesh imposingly. He suppressed a shiver as he felt them draw down along his thin arms and shoulders, his wiry torso where his ribs were easily felt beneath the skin, his significantly thinner and shorter cock...everything about every touch was designed to show off the contrasts between the two of them. This seemed to be Chaz’s favorite way of teasing him, pointing out how small he was and how big the dragon was in relation to him, all without saying a word. It was the kind of thing that had irritated Kitt about the jocks in high school brought back in the form of one unstoppable dragon, and it would have pissed him off if he didn’t find it so fucking arousing that it nearly made him pop on the spot.

Okay, he’d always lusted after those jocks. Physically. They were too stupid and jerkish to make him want to pursue it, though. Chaz wasn’t that way, he was just big, not stupid or jerkish...and getting manhandled the way he was was doing just the thing for Kitt, when he knew that it wasn’t going to ever go too far. “Too far” perhaps being a relative term, of course…

He was starting to grind his body against the dragon’s dick, using his chest feathers to aid in the stimulation provided by his hands and tongue. This allowed him to bring his hands down to work over the dragon’s knot a bit, get that sensitive spot buzzing and ready to flare up. Despite plenty of action with Daiger, there was no sign of fatigue in Chaz’s loins, and he could feel the throbbing under his touch, suggesting that it wasn’t going to be long before he let go. Chaz could draw out an act for a while, but he usually didn’t make this part last long with Kitt...he preferred to be in a hole rather than out in the open, even if there were three kinds of sensations that way.

Kitt was once again gripped firmly as the dragon’s snarl arose, and without warning he started to shoot. Trapped in close proximity, there was nothing Kitt could go but let each shot of semen splatter against his face, beak, and chest, making an utter mess of him. And he could hardly care...his beak hung open, trying to get a good taste, while he kept massaging the dragon’s knot and shaft, trying to get more shots out onto his body. It was hell to get off, but Chaz loved seeing it on him, and he was aiming to please. By the time the dragon’s load was coming down to a dribble, there was almost more white than black on Kitt’s upper half...it clung to his feathers, smearing around at every touch, and he pushed his dick hard against him and into the crow’s plumage just to exacerbate the challenge. Chaz grinned down widely at the sight; it was so satisfying seeing the wiseass crow get put in his place, and get messy enough that he’d have to shower for an hour or more to get cleaned off. And speaking of which… He leaned down to Kitt’s head, ordering him in a low, sexually-charged growl. “You’re not allowed to clean up until I cool off.”

Kitt flushed a bit as the message sunk in, nodding without protest. That was new, Chaz usually allowed him to freshen up between rounds...but he wasn’t about to argue, he’d wear the dragon’s load as long as he demanded. Not like the other two were going to care.

Suddenly he was hefted into the air by two huge hands, and yelped as he was flipped up, flying freely momentarily before being caught roughly, now facing away from Chaz. His feet were off the ground, his body unable to do anything but squirm in the dragon’s grip, just as he wanted...he was lifted, and could feel the tip of the dragon’s shaft against his ass for a brief moment before he was savagely slammed down, filled up hard and fast until the knot slapped against his cheeks. A long, loud caw of shocked pleasure rang out in the room, undercut by a savage growl from Chaz.

Kitt’s limbs went into ragdoll mode as Chaz started driving his cock in and out. He barely had the strength to try to control them, but the rapid movements made it especially hard - Chaz wasn’t just humping, he was pushing and pulling, jerking the crow’s body around like he was a sex toy rather than a living being, imposing his will on him utterly. It was easier to just let them flop around and focus on staying conscious enough to get tied. His cries had dissolved into moans, easier on his body, less taxing, but plenty loud enough to make Chaz happy. Draining as it was, pleasure was flooding through him, his own dick was throbbing, his orgasm imminent.

Chaz knew this, of course, and he didn’t want it to happen too quickly. One hand reached down to the crow’s groin, and tightly ensconced his penis in a crushing grip, getting a louder response from Kitt. It was slightly painful, and stopped him from being able to let loose, even while it raised his arousal to insane new levels...it really was amazing how the dragon could physically dominate him so thoroughly. He couldn’t even really squirm around, not the way he was being shoved around, even with one hand Chaz had him utterly under his power.

Far from rushing it like last time, Chaz was intent on making it last, and keeping Kitt from going off until he was nice and ready. The crow was forced through minute after minute of sexual near-torment, mind going almost entirely blank from the excessive ecstasy being pushed into him by that massive cock. The knot was slamming against him, he was almost on the verge of begging for it...but he knew it wouldn’t go in until Chaz was ready, there was no point in pleading, and he didn’t have the breath for it anyway.

Kitt may have gotten lost in a haze, but Chaz was in a fiery state of alertness. This was so much better than the first heat he’d had...in a frenzy but totally lucid, almost supernaturally so. He loved every second of it, loved how readily they gave in and did exactly what his body demanded they did...just like with Daiger, imposing his will on them was the best part. Kitt was such a tiny bitch, and that was something that he claimed he didn’t like having pointed out to him so starkly...so naturally, that was the best way to dominate him. Because deep down he knew Kitt wanted it that way, loved being conquered like this, only resisted it on the surface because he had to to get any respect. With his inhibitions erased from Chaz’s heat, he could enjoy it the way he really wanted to...and Chaz could enjoy it as well, overpowering him so forcefully and breaking any resistance. Including ones the crow had no control over…

Finally, he released Kitt’s cock, and almost immediately the crow spasmed and cawed out weakly as he came, hard...each shot like a jet out of his dick, shooting over the floor, even onto his feathers a bit, joining the mess in progress. His ass clamped down tightly around Chaz’s intruding length...and that was just the perfect moment for the dragon, who gripped with both arms and drove in harder than ever, ramming his knot through the clenching hole. It parted with little fight...even in its fiercest reflex it could not stand against Chaz’s strength, yielding and allowing him the tie he desired. He let out a loud roar as he began filling up Kitt, flooding him with more of his hormone-laced seed. He could feel the crow slump in his arms, his own orgasm had faded faster and he was barely cognizant of anything except the feeling of dragon cum pulsing into his bowels. But he’d find it a lot harder to get worn out tomorrow with the chemicals lighting his body up, keeping him in action long enough for Chaz to work out plenty more dominant aggression on him.

Of course, there was one more bitch...and that one might have been even more fun.

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Pierre always looked forward to waking up with those familiar feelings. It meant that things were about to get especially fun. Of all of them, he was always the most prepared, heading to his special room to get in proper position...or as proper as he could before Chaz got to him.

Others might call him crazy...and maybe he was, a little bit. But wasn’t everyone in their own way? He liked this brand of crazy, it was a lot better than some others. He’d fantasized about dragons before, even the dominant controlling aspect of them...there had been times where he’d dreamed about being made into one of their bitches, forced to serve them at their every whim. Perhaps that had been part of the reason he’d signed on to live with Chaz and the others, the prospect of a dragon going nuts on him...even though Chaz was responsible and careful about not slipping, and he knew it. He could still look at Chaz and fantasize, and that was good enough to keep him happy - after all, maybe the reality of being a dragon’s bitch wouldn’t be as nice as the fantasy was.

But now that he was there...he was finding it to be more or less what he’d hoped. Chaz was a sexy beast, and being bound to his will was working out great, for him at least. He wasn’t sure what Daiger and Kitt really thought about it, but he himself was happy. He loved getting nailed by the dragon, slobbering all over the thick cock, tasting his delicious seed, and sating the visceral need which raged deep within him over and over again. He got more of Chaz’s attention than the other two did, simply because he put himself in to be noticed more. It kind of worked out for everyone, giving the others more of a break while he gave Chaz exactly what they both wanted.

He heard the heavy footfalls out in the hallway, making him rise in the middle of the room. The door opened, revealing the form of the massive dragon, grinning down at him with almost a slasher smile. He didn’t even pause for a moment to close the door, instead just marching towards Pierre and grabbing him bodily. He carried the human underarm to the side of the room, and used his other arm to drag a heavy rig into the center of the room. The rig was sized perfectly for Pierre, with clamps to hold his limbs down and keep him stable while Chaz had his way with him, and handholds in just the right position for the dragon to put his all into slamming into him. Chaz had built it himself, so he knew it very intricately...and he had already made sure that Pierre had known it intimately.

He wasn’t exactly gentle with Pierre, thumping him down on the rig a bit haphazardly. It was padded, so there was little concern about doing too much damage, though Pierre could feel the impacts clearly enough...not that he minded much, it added to the thrill. Dutifully he stretched out, getting his arms and legs right where they belonged, entering his hands and feet into the holes. One by one, Chaz stepped around and snapped shut the pieces, holding the human’s limbs tight, making sure there was no way out...at the end he was in an all-fours position, chest on the platform, ass up on the air, hands and feet boxed in completely, and his cock and balls shoved through a passage so that they hung out freely beneath. To add to the security, Chaz lashed a couple of straps around his torso, one just under his arms and the other at the base of his back, affixing Pierre so strongly to the rig that he was sure no amount of thrusting would jar him loose.

Pierre knew he was well and truly locked in now; any part of him that tried to move other than his head had no luck at all. Chaz could do whatever he wanted and there was no stopping him. No safe words, no emergency exits, nothing...and he loved it. Maybe it was weird that he liked it better without the chance of escape, but he did, and Chaz wasn’t about to argue with it.

He could hear Chaz stepping off to the side, rummaging through a drawer...when he returned, he held a small jar in front of Pierre’s face. The human flushed deeper, seeing what was on the label...it was a cream that Chaz had used on him in the last hot period, one that they both had particularly enjoyed. He moaned a bit as he felt the dragon’s hand rub the cream all over his cock and balls, making extra sure to get a good bit underneath his foreskin and against the sensitive tip of his cock. It didn’t take long for the burning to start...he squirmed a bit as he felt the sensation of heat pick up in severity, quickly becoming borderline painful but also so stimulating that it had him constantly hard. It was his own ‘hot period,’ and he knew he wasn’t going to get it removed until Chaz was done with him...not today, for the whole period.

Chaz wasn’t done toying with him, though. Next was a long, flat strap, designed for maximum intensity with minimum marking...he slapped it against the human’s back, making Pierre jerk. Oh, the human could feel it, especially delivered with a dragon’s strength...he grinned as he lashed again, the whip making contact with a loud smack. Three, four, five...red streaks were soon becoming visible along Pierre’s back, Chaz knew they’d go away pretty quickly so he kept it up. Pierre was crying out with each one now, his voice loud but not pained.

After a dozen blows, he went for a new target, laying it out on the human’s upturned ass. That got Pierre yelling even louder, squirming whatever little he could, his rear wiggling slightly as the whip beat against it. The dragon would have loved to leave a few blows on the human’s gonads too, but that was a bit more dangerous, so he held himself in check that much. One of these days, though, he was going to find the right toy for those…

His cock was throbbing, and his patience was gone. He threw the strap on the ground and stepped to the front of the rig, his cock pointing right in Pierre’s face. The human’s mouth opened up dutifully, and he bent himself down to set the tip right where it needed to go. Once it was secure, he brought his hands to the handles on the rig, and spread his legs to brace himself at just the right spot to go all out. Without any warning to his victim, he slammed in, burying his huge, thick shaft right up to the knot into the human’s oral orifice.

Pierre was so glad he’d been well-prepared for this - it was a strain even as it was, but it was so fucking intense that he’d almost begged Chaz to make it possible. Now he could do little more than just moan and try to breathe in time as he was brutally skull-fucked, the hot and musky shaft pouring precum into him and pushing his throat out of proportion on every entry. Swallowing wasn’t even really possible, so he just relaxed as much as he could and let Chaz in. His knot smacked against his nose every time, leaving streaks of heavy-scented dragon fluid on them...even the air he was getting was saturated, making his head spin.

Chaz knew he had to take it quick here, that Pierre’s willingness would be overridden by his capacity pretty soon, but fast was the way he wanted it anyway. It was a lot better than with Daiger, he always had to work the wolf up to it, but Pierre would let Chaz do just about anything. Hell, he would’ve let Chaz knot his mouth if the dragon had desired, though that probably would have been too dangerous...his chest was heaving, sweat dripping down off of him onto Pierre and the rig and the floor, deep growls on each thrust in. He was close already...the heat was building him back up more quickly now than when he’d started.

Pierre was starting to lose focus a bit...the limited air and the musk Chaz was giving off were affecting his head quite a lot. And the crazy burning in his groin was a constant source of stimulation and pleasure...he suddenly moaned hard as he felt himself shoot hard, each squirt splattering onto the padding with loud splats. His body tightened down hard around Chaz, threatening to bite if he didn’t hold back...and then he felt the cock in his throat pulse, and heavy fluid pouring down his throat, filling his stomach up rapidly. Chaz kept himself down there for a bit before pulling back, letting his seed pump into Pierre’s mouth, enjoying watching it squirt and dribble out of his mouth as he couldn’t possibly keep up with it.

It wasn’t exactly much easier for Pierre to get fresh air even without the mass in his throat, since the fluid that was filling his mouth was trying to get into every space it could. He relished the taste of it, though, so strong and musky, uniquely draconian, and better during a hot period than outside of it, and he loved it enough at normal times. He swallowed as continuously as he could, knowing that he could never keep up...it was getting all over his face, making a huge mess of his mouth and chin, dripping down onto the rig and the floor. He wondered if he was going to be made to clean it up from there...or maybe one of the others would have to…

Chaz suddenly pulled out all the way, letting the final shots splatter all over Pierre’s face and hair. The thick fluid clung to him well, keeping his skin painted quite effectively. It forced Pierre to shut his eyes, lest it get into them...but Chaz wanted his eyes shut, anyway. Blocked out any useless sight of the blank wall or floor and instead fully focusing on what was coming next...he felt his heart start to really pump as he stepped around to the rear, taking position at the human’s ass. Once again he braced himself for the fiercest possible fuck, feet tightly pressed against the ground and hands grabbing the handles...one of these days he was going to put in footholds that would help keep him in place even better, this set-up was still a work in progress. It was a bit tricky to get it done when even working on it gave him the urge to stick Pierre in it and pound him senseless. The human had a way of getting him riled up even when it wasn’t a hot period…

He roared loudly as he plunged his cock deep inside Pierre’s hole, stabbing him up to the knot just like at the front. Pierre still hadn’t recovered his breath properly so he didn’t have much of a yell, but what he did have bore a high, wavering note of pure pleasure, just what Chaz wanted to hear. Even going harder on him than any of the others, this bitch still loved it...even in this state he had a bit of concern that anything he did might be too much, but Pierre had at length told him not to ever let up, and until he had to, Chaz was going to honor that.

And so he began his punishing pounding, spearing that tight hole with his massive pole at top speed. It was a pretty dry run at first, his pre taking a bit of time to start flowing this time...well, he had cum four times in pretty short order already. Not that it mattered much, it didn’t really slow Chaz down any...he kept pounding away, in and out, and soon enough the fluid flowed, easing his way and getting him to drill more efficiently. His knot slapped wildly against the tight pucker, more force than he usually put in being pressed against it...oh, Pierre wanted it rough, he was going to GET rough.

And Pierre knew it. He knew what was coming, what Chaz had planned for him...and he wanted it more than anything. It verged on hurting, even with all the help the dragon’s fluids provided, but it was a good hurt to him, one that intensified the euphoric feelings. The merciless bombardment on his prostate, the vast stretch and friction from the dragon’s giant dick, on top of the endless burn of his own cock and balls...maybe he was crazy, but so what, it was the best sex he had ever had or imagined, and he wanted nothing less.

Chaz was driving in with all the might he had, trying to force his knot into Pierre. He could feel it yielding a bit...harder, faster, the smacking and squelching were almost loud enough to echo off the bare walls. It wasn’t enough...suddenly the dragon let go of the handles and leaned over Pierre, gripping the human’s shoulders. The lower angle allowed a greater force, intensifying the ramming beyond even what it had been, and within a dozen thrusts, Chaz had what he wanted - his knot forced its way into the human’s asshole, stretching it wide before it was fully ready for it and getting a revived yell out of Pierre as it stuck within him.

And then Chaz yanked, even harder, pulling relentlessly until his knot emerged with a loud slurp, yanking Pierre’s hole open once again. The human shook in his bracings, silent and almost blinded with ecstasy, as Chaz repeated the process, a little bit faster each time, breaking his passage open again and again...the vicious knotfucking was the hardest of everything that Chaz did, nothing else quite measured up. He was going to be sore afterwards...sore and tight, which would make the next round, when it came, even harsher. Considering everything he was putting himself through, he knew he was lucky that Chaz cared about his well-being...what would happen to him with a more callous individual, he didn’t really want to imagine.

Neither one of them was thinking much for long; the mutual pleasure had overtaken them fully as their orgasms descended on them. Pierre’s was first, his shots emerging even more forcefully than before as the huge bulge pushed in and out and placed an enormous pressure within him. His body tried to clamp down, to keep that knot out, or keep it in, but even its best effort was no much for the raw strength of the dragon, who mercilessly tore it out and shoved it in until he was ready to shoot off himself. There wasn’t any roar this time, even Chaz was out of breath by now, only capable of an almost feral snarl as he slammed in one last time and stayed there, unleashing his sating load deep into Pierre’s body. The human’s bowels were saturated with the thick fluid, coated all along their passage to a depth neither one could fully imagine, almost a mark of ownership in both their minds...at least, neither one of them would have minded much if that was truly the case.

Chaz remained in position over Pierre, leaning almost on top of him, chest heaving and sweat pouring down onto the figure below him. This was why he fucked Pierre last most of the time...as much fun as it was and as high at the highs were, it was also a lot more taxing. For the first time today he felt legitimately spent...of course, it was nothing compared to the human below him, as he could feel Pierre’s soft breathing from his otherwise motionless body. He’d passed out as soon as his orgasm faded...no surprise, there was only so much he could handle, and it was amazing that he even got that far.

His knot deflated after about ten minutes, allowing him to pull out...a rush of semen followed, though there was still plenty sticking to the human’s walls. Still panting hard, Chaz gave a quiet snicker and turned for the door, leaving Pierre in the rig. The other two would pull him out after a while, but it wasn’t a bad place to rest and recover for a bit. At some point, he’d have to get working on the rigs for the other two, as well...while Pierre was definitely his favorite for bondage, he certainly had ideas for how to work that into the way he liked to tease the others as well. And if he was in a hot period like he was now, they sure as heck weren’t going to argue.

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Back in his room, Chaz laid back down on his bed, not bothering to put anything on or clean up from the earlier fun...most likely he’d wake up a mess anyway, from wet dreams and sleep-jerking. Right now he was quite a bit more relaxed than when he’d woken up...taking out his lusts on his roommates had done the trick. Probably for them as well. It really was convenient that they got horny when he did, he really wouldn’t have wanted to force them more than he already was.

It had been a really good start...but it wasn’t even close to being done. This was just the start of the hot period, and it was only going to build in intensity before it started to wane. Tomorrow it would probably be two or three rounds each...and then the next couple of days, he wasn’t sure he would be stopping at all.

He allowed himself a private grin. Regardless of how it had come about, he couldn’t say he didn’t prefer it this way. And he hoped that they’d all be good with it for a nice, long time, because he sure as heck would be.