Angelo's Mindfuck
This is my part of a story trade with Draconicon. His story was far better. >_> I hope he likes it.
The hallway of Angelo's apartment building was full of boxes when he got home from work. Stacks of boxes made a cardboard line leading into the apartment across from his own; apparently someone had moved in.
Interesting, the raccoon thought to himself. Nobody had lived in that apartment for years. Its last tenant, an old, cranky squirrel, had developed Alzheimer's and was moved out after he was found wandering the halls. Poor guy thought he'd been kidnapped.
A loud grunt brought Angelo back to the scene in front of him. He carefully stepped over some boxes, mostly marked as "stuff" and "junk," and peered into the once-empty apartment. The floor was covered with boxes, some open, most closed. The pale blue walls were empty of any pictures or fixings. Straight ahead Angelo could see the kitchen, the black refrigerator hanging open, unplugged.
The grunting was coming from the back of the apartment, probably the bedroom. Angelo went inside, careful not to step on any boxes or anything that had been laid out. He looked into one of the opened boxes and saw an object he didn't recognize; a shiny, steel rod about four feet long, resting on a bunch of Styrofoam.
He moved into the back of the apartment and pushed open the nearest door. Inside, a black anthro dragon was lifting an entire bed off the ground. The dragon grunted with the effort; he didn't seem to notice Angelo walk in. His large biceps and abs stretched and flexed as he moved his bed around. With another grunt, the dragon set the bed down and looked over its position in relation to the wall. Apparently satisfied, he turned to the door. . . and saw Angelo.
"Oh," Angelo started. The dragon's white eyes looked straight at him. His gaze felt piercing, like the dragon could remove his skin and see all the hidden details underneath just with his look. His enormous height of seven feet didn't help Angelo's nerves, either.
Nor did the fact that he was completely naked.
"S-sorry," Angelo said. "I didn't mean to barge in or anything. Just seeing. . .sorry." He averted his gaze in an attempt to focus on anything, a speck on the wall or a scratch on the doorframe, anything other than the dragon's huge, black-scaled testicles. He could still feel the dragon's eyes on him, staring through him. Angelo felt transparent and weak and a plethora of emotions at the beast that had yet to say a word to him.
"Could you hand me my pants?"
Angelo blinked.
"My pants," the dragon repeated. "They're on the floor in front of you."
Angelo looked down and saw the largest pair of jeans he'd ever seen. He picked up the pants and feebly tossed them to the dragon, who caught the pair with his claw.
"Thanks," the dragon said. He slipped his legs into the jeans. Angelo could make out the bulge of the dragon's jewels at the front and tried not to stare.
"Sorry for walking in on you. . ."Angelo began.
"Don't worry about it," the dragon said. "If I wanted privacy I'd have closed the door. You live here?"
Angelo looked behind him. "Yeah, across the hall."
The dragon stepped closer. He towered over Angelo, who stood at nearly six feet himself.The dragon stretched out a hand. "Draconicon, though people usually shorten it to ‘Dracon.'"
Angelo looked at the large, clawed hand and hesitantly took it. "A-Angelo." The dragon's grip was gentle, but it felt strong enough to crush his hand to jelly.
"Nice to meet you," Dracon said. "Are you gay?"
Angelo blinked. "Uh. . .yeah. How'd you know?"
The dragon shrugged. "Gaydar I guess. Your pink hair also tipped me off."
Angelo fingered his pink bangs. Oh. Right.
"You want to get some lunch tomorrow?"
Angelo blinked and looked up at Dracon's face. The dragon's dark eyes were looking at him again. "Uh, sure. What time?"
"Surprise me," Dracon said. "See you tomorrow." And with that, Dracon returned to work unpacking his things.
***
When the raccoon left, Dracon unpacked a couple of things and took a break. He chuckled as he went over the events that had just occurred. Of course he already knew everything about the raccoon; from birthday to first job to favorite color to sexuality. His mind was easy to probe.
Still, he was cute. Maybe it would be fun to have a genuine date rather than a sex robot for once.
Unlikely.
***
Angelo had strange dreams that night. In one dream he was flying very high above the ground, looking down at. . .something. In another he was in bed with not one, but several males of various species, and their attention was all focused purely on him and what he wanted them to do. The dreams were among the most vivid he ever had, and when he woke the next morning he wasn't sure what was real and wasn't.
He shrugged off the strange dreams and took a long shower in lukewarm water. It was about 10:30 AM when he finished. He remembered his date with Dracon next door, and realized that he never decided what time he would pick him up.
"Surprise me," Angelo repeated. 10:30 was too early for lunch.
So that would surprise the dragon. Angelo was surprisingly eager to go out with Dracon. Maybe it was from seeing the dragon's massive package the day before. . .
Angelo rubbed his member through his underwear and began to get dressed. He picked out a red T-shirt, a pair of jeans from his closet, and an old pair of sandals for his feet.
He left his tiny apartment and moved to the door on the other side of the hall. He took a deep breath, raised his hand. . .and the door opened before he could knock.
Dracon's massive frame filled the doorway. He wore the same pair of jeans from the night before. His upper body was naked, showing off his pecs to the world.
"Little early, don't you think?" Dracon's deep voice sounded light, almost playful, if it was possible for a dragon that intimidating.
"Uh," Angelo began, "Sorry. Do you want to go later?"
"Nah, this is fine." Dracon closed the door and started to head down the hallway, leaving a surprised Angelo behind. He turned around, looked at the raccoon quizzically, and said "What?" as if it was the most normal thing in the world to go on a date with no shirtâ€"or shoes, Angelo now noticed.
"We going or what?" Dracon said.
Angelo blinked again. "Uh, yeah, sure." He went up to Dracon and they left the building.
"So where we going?" Dracon asked when they were out on the sidewalk. The dragon kept his large hands in his pockets. Every detail of his muscles was illuminated by the sunlight, and some passing strangers stopped for brief moments to stare. Dracon appeared to never notice.
Angelo had picked out a nice casual diner just a few blocks from the apartment; perfect for dates, but he worried about Dracon's lack of clothes and the diner's policy. Angelo didn't know if they would keep them out, because he never thought he'd go with someone half-naked.
Angelo started some light talk on the way to the diner; basic "what's your favorite color" chit-chat that was perfect for short walks. He couldn't tell if Dracon was interested or not in the conversations; the dragon's body language didn't seem to say "excited" or "bored" or even "indifferent." He was an enigma.
When they reached the diner, Angelo saw what he was afraid of: A sign on the front door that said "No shirt, no shoes, no service."
"Aw, I guess we'll go somewhere else," the raccoon began. "You know anyâ€"hey!"
Dracon had opened the door and was already going in.
"Never been here before," Dracon said when they walked inside. The couple went to the server. Angelo smiled sheepishly when the waiter, a young rabbit, saw Dracon's bare chest and feet.
"Sorry, but no shirt, no shoes, noâ€""
Dracon interrupted the rabbit. He stood right next to him, seven feet tall, dwarfing the rabbit by a good foot and a half. Dracon bent down to level his face with the nervous rabbit.
"I think you'd better seat us," the dragon said. His voice carried no emotion, like an order.
The waiter gulped. "S-sorry, but my manager. . ."
Dracon moved even closer to the rabbit, inches from his face. "Don't worry about your manager, because your manager is small shit compared to me. Now," and here the dragon reached around the rabbit's back like an old friend, "how about you seat me and my boyfriend, get us some menus, and make it quick?"
Angelo watched all this with a growing sense of awkwardness. Other restaurant patrons had begun to stare at the black, shirtless dragon negotiating with the waiter.
The waiter, however, suddenly appeared to relax under Dracon's uncomfortable stare. Angelo thought he saw Dracon's eyes flash for a quick second, but later chalked it up to a trick of the light. After ten seconds of the uncomfortable silence the waiter broke the stare. "Yes, sir," was all he said. He took two menus and led the couple to their seats. "Right this way."
When they were seated, the rabbit laid down the menus in front of them. "We have a special todayâ€""
"I'll have the largest sirloin steak you have, swimming in blood, nix on the mushrooms. With a Mountain Dew to drink."
Wait, Angelo thought, didn't Dracon say he'd never been here before? But he never even opened the menu!
Dracon gestured to Angelo. "He'll have the catfish filet with a fruit salad and a sweet tea, extra lemon. No dressing on the salad. Oh, and if you don't mindâ€"which I'm sure you don't, being the good little waiter you areâ€"make our table the number one priority. Basically treat us like millionaire restaurant critics who'll be very pissed if we have to wait more than twenty minutes for a damn salad. Now go." Dracon waved him off.
"Yes, sir," the waiter said.
Angelo balked at the dragon, who sat grinning at him from across the table. "How. . .how didâ€""
"I know what this place serves, despite never being here before, and know exactly what you wanted to eat and drink, and get us a seat despite my clothes?" The dragon finished.
Angelo just nodded.
"Simple," the dragon said. "I can read minds."
Angelo's eyes widened.
"I simply read the menu in your mind, and seeing as you've been here 268 times before, I pretty much got a good idea of every item. I also saw what you wanted to get, even though you yourself may not have figured that outâ€"I can read your subconscious as well as your thoughts and memories. Basically, I already know everything there is to know about you, Angelo."
Angelo stared for a moment before finding his voice. "Why. . .why are you telling me that?"
"Because you're interesting," Dracon said plainly. "You're the only male thus far that I've met and not simply mind-zapped into bed. You see, this is the first actual date I've ever been on. I figure honesty is a big thing in these, so I guess telling you is a start in the right direction. If you're not comfortable with the information, I could make you forget it all. . ."
"No, no," Angelo said quickly. "I don't want to forget; it's just so. . . new to me. I didn't know this was possible."
The dragon shrugged his large shoulders.
"Can anybody do it? I mean, is it something you're taught, or. . ."
"No. It's a family thing. Only dragons can do it, and even then, only a few dragons in the world even know about it, let alone have it."
"So, the waiter, did you. . .?"
"Yeah. I probably shouldn't have though. You're supposed to abuse this thingâ€"to use it requires a huge amount of mental activity on my part, and if it gets to be too much, my neurons can actually snap like little ropes. But I'm experienced enough to control about a hundred creatures in a day if I really need to."
Well. That explained a few things. Angelo remembered how, during a trip to the bank in his old town, a yellow dragon suddenly starting screaming and writhing on the floor, and he wondered if that was one of the dragons that pushed it too far. But a new question appeared unexpectedly in Angelo's mind. He looked at Dracon and wondered if he was reading his mind at that moment.
"Yeah, I am," Dracon replied. "I can stop if you want me to. Oh, and as to your questionâ€"do you want to ask that? I stopped reading you when I saw that you don't want me going through your head, but I already know what you want to ask."
The raccoon giggled, which appeared to surprise the dragon. Surprise was good. He giggled again, surprising himself in the process. He leaned onto the table, on his elbows. He grinned and said, "You said a second ago that I'm interesting. What's interesting about me?"
Dracon opened his mouth to reply, but they were interrupted by the waiter, who was carrying an impossibly large tray of food in their direction.
The way Dracon ate was both gross and astounding. Taking the steak in his hands, he slipped the meat into his mouth and bit off a chunk with his razor-sharp teeth. He wiped his mouth with his arm and took a long drink, then ate again. He barely even chewed. Angelo nibbled at his fruit salad, feeling insignificant even in his eating style to this monster.
When they had both finished (Angelo didn't eat everything), Dracon told the waiter to pay for the mealâ€"he obeyedâ€"and they left as quick as they came.
The sun was high in the sky now, and the street was cluttered with lunch hour traffic. The sidewalk was packed full of creatures walking to and from work. Dracon towered over most of them. Dragons and griffins and other winged creatures flew in the air above, not needing or wanting to walk or drive. Angelo and Dracon squeezed through alleyways to avoid the crowd.
In one of these alleyways, Angelo looked at Dracon. "So," he began nervously.
"Hm?" Dracon said, looking down at him.
"Well, back in the restaurant, you said I'm interesting. What's interesting about me?"
"I'm not sure. I think that's why you're interesting. There's something about you that I like that I don't know, even though I've been all through your head, and that doesn't happen often. The last time it happened was when I tried to read the mind of my grandfather, and he was ancient, even by dragon standards."
"Huh," Angelo tried to think of what Dracon didn't know, but he had no idea what he was looking for. Like looking for a needle in a haystackâ€"with no concept of a needle.
They were in the last alley shortcut from the apartment building. There were three creatures smoking in the alleyâ€"a rhino, an otter, and a mongoose. They wore matching red bandanas and white tank tops, and they all looked over at Dracon and Angelo at the same time. Angelo clutched Dracon's arm a little tighter. Dracon smirked.
"What the hell are you grinnin' at?" the rhino yelled in a deep voice.
Dracon just stood there, his grin widening.
The creatures threw down their cigarettes and stepped closer. "My compadre asked you a question, punk," the mongoose spoke. His accent was thick Latino.
Angelo grabbed Dracon's arm. "Let's just go," he said.
Dracon ignored him and turned to the rhino. "You want to know what I'm grinning at?"
The rhino snorted. Dracon continued.
"I'm grinning at your half-assed plan to mug us," Dracon said.
The three creatures looked at eachother. Their eyes went wide for a split second before returning to normal.
"Someone's paranoid!" the otter said, forcing a laugh. "What you get scared every time you run into strangers, scaly?"
Dracon smirked again. "You're still planning it. Oh, but now you're thinking about grabbing my boyfriend here and raping him later, or at least you are, Tony," Dracon nodded at the rhino, who was now flushed with anger. "Don't wanna let your big secret out to the others, hm? Don't worry; Nico here's been stealing extra stash every third night from the money pile you guys found near the junkyard last month, and Rogueâ€"whose real name is Roger, by the way; parents must have hated your ass from day oneâ€"has been boning Nico's girl for the past six months."
All the creatures gaped now, including Angelo, even though he knew what was going on. He tugged at Dracon's arm again. "Are you crazy! They'll kill us now!"
"Oh, they want to, and they're planning on trying. Nico there's gonna make a jump for a gun he has stashed in the dumpster while Tony and Roger try to beat us up."
The gangsters were visibly terrified now. Tony let out a roar, ducked his head to point the horn on his nose at the smartass dragon, and began a rhino charge.
Angelo shouted, but Dracon just said one word:
"Stop."
The rhino immediately stopped in his tracks. Angelo gaped. Nobody stopped a charging rhino. The other two goons looked nervous.
"Er. . .Tony? What are you doing?" the otter called.
Dracon looked at them. "You two start making out."
The creatures immediately turned to eachother and macked. They frenched and embraced and moaned like they had been lovers for years.
Angelo looked at the creatures, the rhino standing perfectly still and the goons making out, and laughed.
"That's. . .wow!" he said. "What else can you make them do?"
"Absolutely anything," Dracon said. "You two lovebirds look horny. Start making fireworks for me."
They obeyed, and began to undress eachother.
"Tony, you look lonely right there. Go over and fuck Roger's ass."
Tony unzipped his pants and moved to Roger's backside while Roger and Nico began fondling eachother's cocks. Without hesitation, Tony got behind Roger and plunged his member into the otter's ass.
The three goons were caught up in a whirlwind of lust while Angelo and Dracon just watched. Angelo felt his own member harden, and he looked at Dracon, who was sporting a nice bulge in his pants. He looked up at Dracon's face and gave a little smirk.
You didn't have to read minds to know what he wanted.
Dracon whistled, and the three butt buddies snapped to attention. "Here's what you're going to do," Dracon said, "you're going to clean yourselves up, take the money you found last monthâ€"as well as everything in your walletsâ€"and donate it to charity or some shit. Then you're gonna walk down to the nearest police station, strip, and fuck like crazy in front of as many people as possible. You will not remember me or anything that happened today. Now go."
The goons put their clothes back on and went.
Dracon and Angelo walked quickly, almost ran, back to Draconicon's apartment. They passed tenants in the halls on their way up to the room, getting a few curses on the way. When they were inside, Dracon effortlessly lifted Angelo off his feet and carried him to the bedroom in his big, warm arms. He laid Angelo down on the bed and laid down himself, and the two began to kiss eachother. Dracon's large tongue filled Angelo's smaller mouth, and he could taste Dracon's breath, which smelled like the food he'd eaten earlier. He felt Dracon's hands on his butt, and he felt his tail go up.
He had an idea, but wasn't sure how to ask, due to how unusual it was. After pondering it for a minute, he withdrew from the kissing and asked, "So can you make other creatures think things?"
"Yeah," Dracon said. "Anything I want them to think. I can rewrite their entire personalities if I want. Turn a Hitler into a Mother Teresa and vice versa."
Angelo hoped for that. "So. . .can you do it to me?" He smiled at Dracon and traced a hand over the dragon's bare chest.
"I can, but why would you want me to?" But Dracon was also smiling.
"I'm a submissive boy," Angelo whispered, "and the idea of being controlled like the guys in the alley. . .that's not something everyone gets to try."
Dracon's mouth opened into a tooth-filled grin. "If that's what you want. . . my little slave."
***
Already Dracon was at work, picking at a few things in Angelo's mind, not changing his personality but making him more into things Dracon would like. He hadn't planned on doing it to him at all; he rather liked the whole dating thing, but if the raccoon wanted it, why not? Angelo offered no resistance, was almost welcoming the changes to his psyche. When Dracon had finished, he had the perfect little slut: completely aware of what was going on, and even in charge of a few actions (such as facial expressions), but still very much his servant.
"Now," he said to the entranced raccoon, "how about you get out of those annoying clothes?"
Angelo smiled seductively. "Mmm, yes, master. . ."
He stood on the bed and removed his shirt, and then his pants, making a show out of his stripping, like Dracon programmed into him. The raccoon boy turned his rear at the dragon and removed his underwear, his tail high, showing off his entrance. His cock was hard and leaking pre at the tip.
Dracon rubbed at the bulge in his pants. "Good boy." Angelo got down on his arms and knees, pressed his face close to Dracon's, and began to move down. He kissed the dragon's chest, licked his stomach. . .
Dracon gently grabbed him by the back of his neck before he reached the crotch. "Not yet. Master's feet hurt after all the walking today."
Angelo immediately understood, of course: Dracon enjoyed making feet a huge fetish of the raccoon's. Angelo made his way down Dracon's legs, and when he reached the dragon's feet, he rubbed and massaged them with his hands and moved his body up and down the large soles.
***
Master's feet looked so good, and they were so warm against his body. Angelo moved his fingers between the large toes, licked in the spaces between, and inhaled the strong scent of Master's sweaty soles. He looked at Master's face, and he was smiling, and it felt so good to please Master, so good. . . he rubbed his throbbing cock against Master's feet, and Master's toes moved his balls around a little. He rubbed his pre like a lotion across Master's beautiful, smelly feet. He could feel the sweat against his cock.
"Oh, Master," he said between licks, "your feet are so big and delicious, and they feel so good. . ."
He humped against the soles some more, moving his cock between Master's toes. They were slick with his pre, making it feel even better. When he felt his orgasm approaching he turned, lifted his rear, and sat on the dragon's right big toe. Carefully minding the sharp claw, he lowered himself as far as he could, and then he picked up Master's left foot and rubbed it against his face while he stroked himself.
When he felt Master's toe wiggle around inside of him, he blew his load all over himself. Some got on Master's left foot, and Angelo cleaned it off immediately.
"I'm glad my little slave likes it," he heard Master say.
"Oh, yes, Master, your little slave loves it!"
"Come here and unzip Master's pants."
Angelo eagerly obeyed, excited to finally see Master's big dragon dick. He took the zipper in his mouth and pulled down, and Master pulled his pants down his legs. His large, fat cock flopped out and landed right on Angelo's muzzle. Pre drizzled out and onto Angelo's nose and down the side of his mouth. He licked it, loving Master's salty taste, unlike any other he'd ever had.
"Suck it, slave," Master ordered.
Angelo took Master's cock and put it in his mouth, letting his tongue caress the bulging shaft. He took it as deep into his throat as he could. Master's pre flowed into him, and he drank the delicious liquid as he sucked and bobbed, coating Master's member in saliva.
He felt Master's hand rubbing down his back, and felt him squeeze his butt. He suddenly felt a growing sense of emptiness, a deep, irresistible longing in his ass to be filled, and Master was the only one who could satisfy him.
He stopped sucking and arched his back, and he pleaded with Master, "Oh, Master, please, I want your cock in me, I need it, I need it so bad, Master. . ."He rubbed himself and poked at his hole, but the need for Master's cock only grew stronger.
Master chuckled. "Does my little sex toy want his master's big meat?"
"Oh, yes, Master, please, I'm such a cock slut, I need it now, please, Master! I'm a whore, I need it, I need your fat cock inside me, please! Please!"
"Well, since you begged so nicely. . ." Angelo felt Master position him. He got down on his fours and raised his rear up high, lifting his tail as far out of Master's way as possible. He felt Master mount, position his big dick on his entrance. His body shuddered in anticipation.
Then Master entered.
Angelo gasped as he felt the powerful thrust inside him. He vaguely thought that were was supposed to be pain, but there wasn't any at all, but that thought was soon gone, replaced by swaths of uncontrollable lust and pleasure. He pushed his rear back toward Master, taking in every inch he could, until he could feel his balls against Master's.
When the dragon began to pump inside of him, he was ruthless; Angelo might've considered himself violated if it were any other creature humping him, but for this big, black dragon, he'd do anything.
He felt his insides churn with Master's thrusting cock, and he could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly.
"Oh, Master, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"
"Not yet," was Master's reply.
Angelo felt it, his orgasm surging through him, begging to be released onto the bed below, but Master's order stopped his body just short of spurting, putting him on a continuous near-climax that wouldn't abate.
"Oh, Master, I wanna cum! Please, I wanna cum!"
But Master's only reply was a grunt as he sped up his thrusting. He slammed harder and harder into Angelo's ass, so hard that his balls made an audible slapping sound when they rammed against the raccoon's cheeks.
After a few minutes of this blissful fucking, Master began to breathe harder. Angelo knew the best part was coming up; he could feel it in Master's thrusts. He tightened himself as much as he could, and arched his back.
He felt Master tense up, and just before the dragon climaxed, he leaned over and whispered in Angelo's ear, "Now."
And Angelo's entire body convulsed in sheer ecstasy as his seed shot from his body in the greatest orgasm he'd ever felt. But he also felt Master's orgasm rocket into his body, filling him deeply with Master's warm, thick cum, and his own orgasm felt insignificant to the powerful spurts released from the dragon.
When Master finally emptied his balls, he pulled out, leaving a sticky trail of cum from Angelo's filled ass.
Angelo collapsed onto the bed. He felt his Master beside him, and he knew that as long as he could serve Master, he'd never be alone or afraid again. He went to sleep with Master's cum and his embrace to keep him warm.