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Tangling with Trouble for Sanmer by Draconicon

Vladimir shook his head at the departing pair of cats, the red dragon's eyes locked on their asses as they walked back into the club. He'd rather hoped that they would be willing to have a bit of fun with him, and for a moment, it had looked like his musk might have been strong enough to get them to come home with him.

Then a freak blast of wind had blown through, and the whole plan went to hell. They looked embarrassed and walked off, leaving him to search for more prey for the night.

"They should have gone with it, anyway. Why does nobody remember how much of an honor it is to serve dragons properly?"

And it seemed like nobody did. Everybody that he bothered checking out always got offended at the idea of servicing him, and he had to keep using his musk and all the pheromonic mind control aid it offered to get them to agree. Vlad couldn't help but feel that they were all ungrateful bastards; after all, what was the problem with giving him what he wanted? They'd all served dragon overlords in the past. It was in their blood.

After striking out several times with other people heading into the club, the dragon finally gave up and went in himself. Maybe without so much wind blowing around, he'd get lucky and nobody would get away before the musk took full effect.

He scanned the room. Ignoring the dance floor and all the bouncing idiots on it, he looked towards the booths and the open area by the bar for anyone that looked like they were spending the night alone. There were surprisingly few of them, probably because he'd waited long enough for people to pair off for the night, rather than get there early enough to nab some of the singles. He'd have to remedy that in the future.

Finally, he spotted someone that looked like they'd work for a good bit of fun. A mouse, and one that wore sunglasses indoors, of all things. Vlad doubted that the mouse would be that resistant to serving a real man, and a dragon besides. Even if he was, now that he was inside, his musk would take care of that.

Walking around the big group, he made his way to the north side of the bar and sat down next to the mouse. The smaller male turned to him, and Vlad grinned.

"Why don't you and I take a little walk?"

"I was getting a drink."

"Come on, I think I can do something better than that."

"I was getting a very expensive drink."

"Just gimme a chance. I promise, you don't like it, I'll buy you a drink myself."

The mouse sighed, but stood up and walked around Vlad, and the dragon got up and took the lead. He took the mouse to one of the back rooms, just before the really private VIP ones. He stepped in and shut the door after the mouse followed him in.

"Okay, so what -"

The mouse had half turned as he spoke, but Vlad was faster. He had his pants unzipped and was waving his cock back and forth through the air. He could already smell his own scent filling the room, and it wouldn't be long before the mouse was affected. Vlad had no doubt that the rodent was already getting bleary-eyed behind those shades, and in a minute -

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

The mouse's shout shocked him. Nobody else could even speak when he had his cock out and it wasn't windy. He stood there with his hand around his dick as the mouse stomped over, and could only stare blindly as the mouse yanked the dragon's pants back up.

"You fucking...put that thing away. It stinks."

"Stinks? But you...how -"

"Oh, you're one of them, are you? Annoying, entitled fucker that just thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants because he's a fucking dragon. Well, let me fucking tell you something, asshole. I ain't buying what you're selling."

Vlad stared at the mouse, his mind utterly adrift. He'd never, ever, ever seen someone that could actually resist his musk. The idea that this mouse wasn't actually resisting, but was instead completely unaffected by it, seemed impossible.

The mouse looked up at him, and he saw the rodent's features narrow in annoyance.

"It ain't getting to you, is it? Fine. Well, I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson."

"Teach me - ME - a lesson? You're joking."

"Think I'm joking?"

The mouse pulled down his shades, and Vlad instinctively met the mouse's eyes. Instantly, he was swallowed up in the lights that spun in those orbs, the dragon's eyes mimicking them as he kept staring. The red dragon tried to shake his head, only to realize that it was impossible to look away.

"What...what are you doing?!"

"I'm showing you what it's like to be taken advantage of. I'm showing you how it fucking feels to have your mind ripped out, and made into a fucking robot. And I mean that fucking literally."

Vladimir was helpless as he felt the mouse's spirals invade not just his eyes but his mind. His vision went multi-colored as it spun around him, and he felt like he was falling, drifting away as he stared down - no, up - into those eyes. He was helpless but to stare, helpless to do anything but gaze upon those spinning eyes.

Slowly, he felt an idea fall away. The idea that dragons were superior, that all species should serve them, was twisted around. He wasn't sure when it went from 'they should be honored to serve' to 'they should be honored when I serve,' but it definitely happened. And he barely had a second to realize that it had changed before he forgot what it used to be, and then forgot that it had ever been anything different.

The dragon looked up at the mouse, realizing that he was on his knees before the rodent, his nose nearly touching the cock bulge in the mouse's pants. He took a small breath, the heady scent of another male surprisingly enticing as he knelt there, unable to move, unable to even speak.

The mouse finally chuckled, reaching down to his pants and undoing the button, unzipping the zipper. A short but thick shaft popped out of the gap, the head of it already dripping on Vladimir's nose.

"I think it's time that you 'honored' me, you fucking ass."

"Yes, I think...You should be honored...to let me serve you."

"Heh, then get working. Fucker."

The dragon didn't really understand why this brought any sort of satisfaction, but he darted his head forward, swallowing the mouse's cock down his throat. His tongue coiled around the thick shaft, pulling it into a loop of dripping, squeezing tissue while dragging the entire thing down his throat. He bobbed his head back and forth, feeling the strange, new sensation of a shaft gliding over his lips as he took it down to the base every time.

The dragon moaned under his breath, surprising himself as his cock started to get hard. He'd never considered the idea of serving another to be hot, but if they should be honored that he served them, he supposed it made sense. Vladimir groaned, rubbing his bulge through his pants as he took the short, thick shaft to the root, sucking at it and lashing his tongue along the entirety of the shaft.

He heard the mouse moaning above him, and he vaguely realized that the sound wouldn't stay in the room. It would carry, and perhaps attract more people that were interested in this sort of 'service'. Vladimir had a brief second of worrying about it, but then it faded. Why should he be worried about being caught? He was giving someone the best thing they could get; sex with a dragon. Maybe he should spread the gift around.

Looking up, he saw the mouse's spiral eyes again, and he moaned, falling deeper into the submission to the rodent as he leaned his head back, dragging his tongue along the shaft until the whole thing popped out of his mouth. He looked up at the mouse, and saw approval, just as he hoped. Popping off of the shaft entirely, he licked his lips.

"Heh, dragons are the best, aren't they?"

"Still haven't fixed that fucking arrogance...but at least I can gag you now."

Vladimir didn't get a chance to respond as he was yanked down on the mouse's cock again, forcefully face-fucked by the smaller male. He groaned around it, sucking in air as best he could between thrusts, even if the cock didn't quite go into his throat. It was like he was training himself, getting used to his new position.

New...there's never been any other position. Has there?

He didn't think so, but the word lingered before it faded away as he stopped caring. It wasn't as if it was as important as the cock in his mouth.

His chin felt like it was getting slightly bruised from all the impacts from the mouse's large balls, and the dragon's cock was harder than ever inside of his pants. He slowly reached down, freeing it and stroking it as he was face fucked, coughing and gagging slightly around the shaft as he was used as a fuck-toy by the rodent. His cheeks pursed as he sucked on it harder, making his face look narrower.

Finally, the mouse came, and he came hard. The dragon groaned as he swallowed down the load, but even as fast as he swallowed, he couldn't get all of it. Some of it trickled from the corners of his mouth as he pulled back, gasping for air, and it stained the edges of his shirt as he looked away.

The mouse finally pulled down his shades by the time that Vladimir could look at him again, and chuckled.

"I'm pretty sure that a lot of people heard your performance out there. Think you're up to granting them the same 'honor' that you gave me?"

"Heh, just watch me."

Vladimir grinned as he stood up, shucking off his shirt and then his pants. The red dragon walked back to the the door and yanked it open, revealing a good dozen men that were drawn to the sound of his oral service. The group of them stared at him before slowly going slack jawed as they were overwhelmed by his musk. Vladimir grinned at the sight, and waved them in, the group stepping through the doorway one by one.

"Alright, everyone. Take off your pants. It's time for you to do your duties to dragonkind by letting me suck you off and fucking me."

The End