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Okay, Mack...just stay calm, try to look like you’re not super nervous out there. I know it’s a new experience but you’ve wanted to try this, and you could use the money, so there’s no need to be freaking out.

It was easier to tell himself than to actually put it into practice. After all, there was a big difference between standing out on a corner in somewhat skimpy clothing, on a street known for catering to those desiring pleasures of the night, in a collar that indicated one wanted to have some excitement with a more dominant female, and just imagining such a thing. There was definitely more than a bit of risk associated with the actual thing, for one - you never knew who you were going to come across, they could be more dangerous than they looked. Women weren’t usually the culprits of such things, but ‘usually’ was a far cry from ‘ever.’

Still, he wanted to try it, and getting a bit of extra money wouldn’t hurt. He wasn’t exactly on the verge of homelessness, but his job had been a lot more obstinate about giving him a raise than he would have liked despite his efforts and skills. A bit extra wouldn’t hurt, and if it worked out and he enjoyed it and he could make it a semi-regular thing, all the better. Then at least SOMEONE would be appreciating him…

He knew there was a chance it wouldn’t go as he envisioned - fantasy and reality almost always diverged to some degree, perhaps a small one, perhaps a large one. He hoped it would be less rather than more, but he was prepared to find that it was less enjoyable than he would have hoped. He had to try it though - if he was doing this, might as well go the whole way, right?

So far he’d had no takers, but he had to be patient. He was kind of a rare bird out there - most of the prostitutes who hung around this road were women or gay males, and so the clients were probably more frequently going to be male and thus not interested in a straight guy who wanted a nice strong lady to put him in his place. Uncommon but not unprecedented, so maybe there were a few women who perused the goods looking for something they could get into. Switching between sitting on the bench to cool his heels and trying his best to look seductive or standing up on the corner and trying to draw attention, he wanted to try to look as comfortable with what he was doing as he could. Hesitation and uncertainty wouldn’t be desirable, and he needed to be desirable.

He was only guessing at what he was doing for the most part, though. Wearing only a rather small tank top and speedos, he was trying to accentuate his form and make himself look more desirable...but he didn’t know whether that was going to entice or turn off. He didn’t exactly have a bodybuilder’s physique, though he liked to think he wasn’t unattractive, not flabby or scrawny, just average. Then again, would those sorts of women really want a muscular man in that position? Or one that looked weaker and easier to control? He really, truly had no clue, all he could do was guess.

He almost missed the car slowing down as he was lost in thought. His heart rate quickened a bit as he saw it near him - it looked like a fairly expensive car, not a pure luxury model but definitely on the upscale side. Someone with money to spare, which meant they could indulge a bit...that was a promising sign.

But that promise was dashed once the window was rolled down. Inside was somewhat dark, but he could see a black-scaled dragon, one with a clearly defined masculine frame, grinning out at him. “Looking for a place to spend the night?” he asked, in a suggestive tone, not quite forceful but it felt a little bit that way with the size and strength he had.

“Ah...uh...you, uh…” Mack was lost for a bit, then shook his head and found his voice. “Maybe, but I apologize. You’re not my type. I’m not into dudes, and I’m not into scales.” The former was meant to be obvious, the latter might not have been. For Mack, anthros weren’t all off-limits, but he really only found interest in a select few, mainly felines and canines or anything that looked fairly close. Definitely not reptiles, he didn’t dislike them but he didn’t find them sexually appealing. “You’re probably better off looking elsewhere. I was kinda trying to indicate something with the collar.”

“So I noticed. But perhaps I can convince you to give it a try anyway.” The dragon didn’t seem put off at all, which made Mack a bit nervous. Dragons had a reputation for being relentless in getting what they wanted, a reputation most of them gleefully cultivated - it was why a lot of them had high-paying jobs and tended to be influential. If this one wanted Mack… “You’d be perfectly safe, and rewarded handsomely. And most males find that it’s not so bad to at least try it once, even if it’s not their thing.”

“I...sir, I’m just not into that. It’s nothing personal, just, you know, my preferences.”

“You wouldn’t do it for anything? Come on. Name a price.”

Name a price? Well, that seemed easy enough...all he had to do was come up with one that he was sure no one would agree to. A night with a prostitute was usually something like $150-$300 from what he’d gleaned talking to a couple before going out on this, so way more than that would have to put anyone off. “Okay...fifteen grand.”

“Done.” Mack’s eyes widened as the dragon raised a wad of cash. He couldn’t be sure it was fifteen grand right off - for all he knew it could have been way more than that - but it was message enough that he was not only good for it, it was an amount that he wouldn’t even bat an eye at. Suddenly the joke was on him, because...fifteen grand for one night with a male? That was more than half his annual salary. Surely, even if he wasn’t into dudes or scales, he could put out for one night for that kind of dough. With a nod, he stepped towards the car, and the door opened for him, letting him inside.

The interior was quite spacious...for him, at least. It seemed pretty average for the dragon, who towered over him. Probably closing in on eight feet tall, if not bypassing it. His form was fit, too, he was wearing a nice polo and khakis, but it was definitely easy enough to see the healthy muscle he sported. Certainly not a heavyweight, but he no doubt paid attention to his appearance. Mack imagined a lot of people would find him attractive, if they were into males. “What’s your name?”

“Colton. Yours?”

“Mack. I hope I can please you...it’s not really my thing so I won’t know too much what I’m doing.”

“Don’t worry, I do.” Colton flashed him a grin, which had the effect of rather adding to Mack’s uncertainty. That meant keeping up with him could be quite the challenge...hopefully he wasn’t getting in over his head. But for a big payday...and dragons, while aggressive, tended to have a lack of subtlety, the nasty ones couldn’t really hide their nastiness, so it seemed unlikely he had something really unpleasant in mind. Mack had to hope that that all held true, otherwise it could be a long night.

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As they drove, it seemed like Colton was doing everything he could to put Mack at ease. The windows to the car were left open and the doors unlocked, so it didn’t feel like he was trapped in there with no escape. He drove carefully, showing no signs of rushing or impatience. And he continued to make small talk as they drove, like he wanted to really get to know Mack rather than just expecting a quick lay. All of which felt very odd considering what Mack had heard about this profession, but it was his first time so perhaps some of the rumors were exaggerated…

“Guessing this is your first time doing anything like this?”

“Er...yeah. I’m guessing it’s not yours.”

That got a light snicker from the dragon. “That easy to tell, eh? But I haven’t done it as much as it might seem. I wouldn’t call it a normal thing...just, every now and then, since the local economy stimulates me regularly, I like to also stimulate the local economy. In more ways than one.”

“Seems like a guy like you could get most anyone he wants…”

“Money can’t buy everything. Or was that a remark on my appearance?”

“Just kind of the...whole package, I guess.”

Colton snickered again. “My package is usually a good case, I’ll admit. But no, I don’t have a particularly difficult time attracting people into what I have to offer. Actually, I have more of an issue with unwanted attention...people who want me when I DON’T want them. Plenty of people who just want a sugar daddy, or who just want a pretty picture to look at and stay nice and quiet, or who are just really too skeevy for me to feel comfortable with. Just too many people I can’t really trust...”

That seemed like a very rich person problem to Mack. “Weren’t there other guys out there who would have been, uh, more your preference? I mean, who dig dudes and dragons in the first place? I feel like you probably would have had a better time with them…”

“Almost certainly not. I find this sort of thing fun. Besides, I’m familiar with some of them, I know how dishonest a few of those people are. Had one throw slurs at me after it was over because I wouldn’t give him double what we agreed on, making it clear he only slept with me because he thought I would give him lots of money. Hard to know who you can trust...you were an unfamiliar face so it was worth trying you out. And so far, you’ve been nice and straightforward with me.”

So confusing. “You...wanted to sleep with me because I’m honest?”

“Well, like I hinted at, I enjoy showing straight boys a taste of what it’s like on the other side. But that too. You’ve made your wants pretty clear - not a lot of streetwalkers use cues to indicate their preferences. And you were clear with me that you aren’t really into my kind, but you named a price anyway and then didn’t try to play around when I called your bluff. Some people, when I do that, try to up the number further because they see that I have the means, but the first amount you lay down, that’s your line...anything above that, you’re just trying to milk me. And there’s only one way I like being milked.”

Colton was very blatantly honest as well, that was becoming very clear to Mack. He’d heard about some dragons enjoying banging others of the same sex, even if the targets weren’t gay, sometimes even if the dragons themselves weren’t. (It wasn’t only dragons, to be sure, but they were the most common culprits.) It was partly a power and dominance thing - the idea of ‘I’m so good that even if you don’t want my type I can make you want me’ carrying immense weight. Most would deny it to your face, though...Colton didn’t, wasn’t even really trying to hide it. Honestly like that felt pretty rare.

“I guess I don’t really get it, but your thing is your thing. Still...I hope you’re not too disappointed at the end of the night when I’m not exactly starry-eyed over the whole thing.”

“So you say...but I think by the end of the night, I can get you liking males and dragons just fine.”

That was quite the claim...Mack had already had one bluff called tonight, but he had his doubts that this would be as easy as having money on hand when needed. “Well, you’re certainly welcome to try, I won’t stop you.”

“Happy to hear that. Ah, looks like we’re here.” The expensive car pulled into a parking lot, and Mack could see that it was a motel he’d passed by more than a few times on trips outside the city. At first he thought he was mistaken, but as Colton killed the engine and stepped out, he realized they were really going to stay here. He hurried out, trying to keep his surprise under control.

“Here? I, uh...wasn’t expecting that.”

“Figured I’d bring you to my place?” Colton was grinning, making Mack relieved that he didn’t seem offended. “That tends to be both intimidating and distracting. Besides, these places are like a tradition for this sort of fun.”

“I guess that’s true. I mean, I don’t have a problem with it, I just didn’t expect it. Should I, uh, wait out here?”

“Yeah, I’ll get us the room. Won’t be more than a few minutes.” Colton stopped away and into what looked like the front office. Mack had a bit of time to be alone with his thoughts...at the very least, Colton had made a good impression, he didn’t really feel any threat from the dragon. His questions had largely been answered...really, the main thing he wasn’t sure about was his own response. There was no doubt the dragon would be an attractive specimen for anyone attracted to that sort of specimen, but he wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit. What if Colton was upset by his performance? Ego could be a thing for dragons...if he wasn’t all that into it, would Colton be insulted? He had serious doubts that the black reptile would appreciate Mack saying he enjoyed it when he really didn’t...honestly seemed to be extremely important to him. It wasn’t like he thought the dragon would withhold his payment if Mack wasn’t satisfied, but it felt almost like it wouldn’t be a very nice end to the night if they weren’t both happy.

Colton was back out in the promised few minutes with a key, and motioned for Mack to follow. The human hurried up behind him as they walked to the room, and he was starting to really get the full idea of how much bigger Colton was than him. Eight feet seemed like it had been a good estimate, he looked almost two feet taller than Mack was, and broad enough to almost fit two of Mack side by side. Hard to believe that was probably close to average as far as dragons went. And from what he’d heard about how they were hung...Mack had a few reasons to be nervous, even if the stories always ended that they made it work. Hopefully what he’d asked for would make up for he was anticipating it would feel…

The motel seemed optimally designed to accommodate creatures of Colton’s size, though, the dragon’s horns didn’t even brush the top of the door frame as he entered. Were it Mack’s home, the doorway might have been a bit of a squeeze in all directions. Then again, a motel would have to have rooms for upsized guests like the dragon, it wasn’t like they were THAT rare, and there were other anthros that were on the larger side as well. Still, it made him feel even smaller as he passed behind, the room was clearly made for someone of Colton’s size and not his, so the furnishings, the bed, everything was larger than normal. And he was normal, still quite normal despite everything, and thus felt a bit too small for everything inside. That feeling of intimidation was creeping back up, but he tamped it down...he’d come this far, there wasn’t any point in backing out now.

“Mm...looks and smells fine, we should be good.” Colton was still inspecting around a bit, apparently trying to make sure that there was nothing nefarious around, perhaps like bedbugs or other pests - Mack wasn’t sure he wanted to know what size the pests could be in a room like this. He looked back at Mack, who was standing there kind of awkwardly. “I know we’re going to be seeing everything each of us has to offer, but if you want you can disrobe in the bathroom...I don’t need a striptease or anything if you’re not sure about that. I’ll be good and ready when you come out.”

“Ah...okay, I’ll do that. Thanks…” It felt mildly like a strange offer, but Mack was grateful for it anyway, it would help reduce the feeling of being daunted just a bit. He was hardly what one would call sensual...even with women, he hadn’t really developed that type of thing, and in a situation which was already well outside his comfort zone that kind of performance wasn’t something he felt at all at ease with. He headed for the bathroom, getting one parting bit from Colton: “Oh, but leave the collar on.”

“Oh, uh. Sure, yeah.” Of course. It wasn’t like the damn dragon wasn’t going to want to be dominant. But he’d come this far, that wasn’t going to send him packing at this point. Maybe seeing Colton’s tool would, but the idea that he wanted to play the role of big, powerful beast that he so clearly WAS almost made this feel a little more normal.

In the bathroom, he took off his already fairly meager clothing and left it all on the floor, deciding there wasn’t really any point in making them look neat. It wasn’t like he was going to be fussing over wrinkles after this was over...he didn’t exit right away, instead taking some time to lean against the wall and collect himself. It all felt a bit like a strange dream...not at all what he’d expected when he’d stepped out onto that street, feeling awkward but not the same awkward he felt now. He didn’t know what he’d expected out of this, but it absolutely wasn’t losing his anal virginity to a dragon for such a huge amount of money. Yet, here he was…

You can do this, Mack. It’s a one-time deal. Not like other people are gonna lay that kinda money down for a prostitute. You may be sore for a while afterwards, but enduring a bit of soreness is a small price to pay for this kinda windfall. It’s not like anyone else has to know you got bred by a dragon, it’s not like they make you fill out affidavits for this or anything…

It wasn’t a perfect relaxation technique, but it did settle him somewhat. Enough that he felt reasonably sure he could face Colton without losing his cool, at least too badly. Straightening up, Mack took one last look over his form - pretty plain, not really any muscle to speak of but not really overweight either, pale skin paler where it tended to be covered up...he never really had the energy to pay attention to his looks that much, but he certainly wouldn’t compare favorably to the kinds of people he typically saw girls go ga-ga over. It was a good thing he wasn’t trying to impress…Colton certainly didn’t seem to care, but he’d heard dragons didn’t tend to care much how a human looked if they were willing to spread their legs. Not exactly fickle creatures in that regard.

He stepped out of the bathroom and turned towards the bed, and despite his mental preparations he still froze briefly. Colton was indeed nude, and he bore a far more impressive figure - certainly a healthy and fit frame, if not the stunner that some dragons could be. Indeed, as far as dragons went Colton seemed pretty average, though that dark-scaled body had its own odd mystique, making his bright green eyes and pearly horns and fangs and claws stand out even more. And speaking of standing out, as Mack’s eyes trailed to the dragon’s groin, he did indeed see a dauntingly-size tool emerged from a slit, dark as his scales and glistening with what Mack assumed was something natural due to the lack of any sign of lube anywhere. He hoped that was just a momentary absence and not a persistent state…

“Looking at it isn’t going to do much for it, I’m afraid.” Colton’s voice wasn’t aggressive, but it was mildly insistent. Swallowing, Mack nodded and approached the dragon, who shifted on the side of the bed. That thing jutting out from Colton looked almost like one of Mack’s arms in terms of size, though the tip was more pointed, hopefully meaning it would be easier going in at the start. It did have a sort of head, conical and with two soft spike-like protrusions on each side. The rest of the shaft was ribbed on the top and the bottom, smooth on the sides, and Mack could see a small bulge at the base...if that was going to grow into a knot, that wasn’t going to bode well for Mack’s anus. There was also quite a heavy musky scent coming off of the dragon, especially those parts, an odd dusky, slightly bitter odor that seemed to be fitting for a large, masculine creature.

“Erm...what are you interested in doing?” He sounded rather meek, which sort of fit the position he felt Colton wanted him in. At least he doubted he was going to upset the dragon by being nervous.

“My interests are wide and varied, believe me. However, since you’re a novice in the arena of male pleasure, I’m going to take it easier on you.” Colton motioned down to his leaky shaft. “For instance, I’m going to just have you lick, rather that shoving the whole thing down your throat. I think that might be overboard for someone who’s never been with a dragon before. I wouldn’t mind if you tried sucking on the tip a little, though.”

“Y-yeah...I’d say so…” Mack shivered at the thought of having to try that, he wasn’t even sure he could get his lips around the whole girth of Colton’s cock. The requested actions seemed more than reasonable in the grand scheme, even if he felt a bit awkward at the idea of doing so. But there wasn’t any point in dwelling on that now...he reached out and started to stroke the dragon’s tool with his hands, easing himself in. He didn’t burst into flames touching it, so it seemed safe enough.

Colton seemed pretty patient, but Mack was pretty sure that wasn’t going to last forever, so he pushed himself into acting. His hands started to work more along the dragon’s shaft, massaging the warm, solid flesh and making it throb a little bit. It was difficult to wrap around the girth even with both hands, but with so much length to work with, he didn’t focus on fully circling but rather on coverage, one hand closer to the knot and the other nearer the head. Mack couldn’t tell exactly what would work best, but Colton’s quiet growls and rumbles seemed to be mostly approving. A good start, but he had said licking, not stroking...uncertainly he leaned in, stretching his tongue to part of the head and tentatively licking it.

He wasn’t really sure what he was expecting, and after the lick he didn’t know why he wasn’t. The taste was the scent, except stronger and a mite saltier, a little bit excessively intense for him but he figured it would get a bit easier with exposure. There was also a wetness on the dick from those fluids, the consistency of which lingered on his tongue a bit as he continued to lick. In his opinion it certainly wasn’t on par with eating out a woman, but at least it wasn’t a vile horrible catastrophe that was sending him retching off to the bathroom again.

He got a little bit more comfortable as he continued - it might not have been his comfort zone but once Mack’s brain accepted that his tongue was no longer a stranger to cock it ceded to the idea pretty quickly. He didn’t just focus on the head, he also went to the shaft and lapped a bit at the sides and the ridged top and bottom, getting more response when his tongue graced the grooves between the ridges of Colton’s cock. The amount of exposure they got to contact was probably less, he figured, so it might have been more sensitive. He also spend a little time closer to Colton’s knot (it was definitely a full-on knot, having swelled out quite a bit at this point), licking on it a bit while his fingers poked around the dragon’s slit a bit where they could get in. There was so much space to cover, it seemed like one would have to be a reptile to handle more than just licking, which made Colton’s offhand remark earlier seem a bit more ominous...was that something he tried to make humans do normally? Mack was convinced it wasn’t possible...hopefully he wouldn’t go back on that.

Keeping him happy seemed like the way to go to avoid that, and he did remember that Colton was talking about sucking on the tip. So he went back to that, closing his mouth around the tip and bobbing back and forth a little bit, not going farther than the point where his mouth started to feel stretched. That only got him a couple inches, but with his tongue tickling the tip here and there, he was still getting plenty of reaction out of Colton, who was growling a bit and shifting around. Mack could swear he could feel the warmth increasing under his fingers...he wasn’t quite ready for the gush of precum into his mouth, which filled it quite quickly and completely. He swallowed almost on reflex, drinking down the sizable dollop of musky, salty fluid. He pulled off the tip, making a bit of a face and coughing a bit. “I...sorry...was not prepared for that…”

“Perhaps a large amount for a novice,” snickered Colton. “You’ve done quite well for as much as you’ve done, I’m nice and primed now, so let’s get to the main course. Hop on the bed, I’m going to have you in my arms. I love the feeling of a small bitch under my physical power.” The dragon shifted back on the bed, laying on his side and beckoning to the human.

Mack hesitated a bit. “Ah...before we do that...uh, did you bring a condom? I was kind of thinking wrapping up might be a better idea, since we don’t know each other…”

Colton grinned at Mack, leaning a bit towards him. “You don’t want a condom. Get on the bed.”

It seemed an odd rejection, as well as an odd thing to claim for the person who had been holding back for that reason...yet, as the words hit his ears, Mack suddenly, inexplicably found himself agreeing with him. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but the idea of asking Colton to to use protection suddenly seemed undesirable...maybe it didn’t matter that much, dragons were known for being rather inhospitable for diseases, they rarely got sick and even more rarely beyond something very mild. He probably didn’t have to worry that much...and then Mack blinked, only just realizing that he was almost all the way to Colton. He hadn’t even remembered getting on the bed, it was like he’d spaced out completely. What was going on?

He didn’t have time to think about it more, as a clawed finger snuck under his collar and pulled, bringing the human’s head up towards Colton’s. That other big arm pulled him closer, bringing his body more against the dragon’s, making sure he felt those tough scales, the taut muscles, the thick cock warm and pulsing and grinding against his own erection...Mack blinked again, he’d not even realized how hard he was. He didn’t think he would be, but...well, the proof was right there, rubbing against the far superior dragon’s endowment. Probably thrice his in all dimensions, a clear demonstration of draconic studliness and virility...where had THAT thought come from?

“Relax.” Colton’s voice snaked into his brain so smoothly that Mack wasn’t sure if he’d heard it or imagined it. The dragon was looking into his eyes, those fierce green eyes glittering and powerful...and yet Mack felt himself relaxing, the tension easing out of him, sinking into Colton’s arms and letting the tranquility wash through his body. It was better than being uptight, wasn’t it? There was nothing to worry about, Colton wasn’t going to hurt him, claiming his anal virginity might be uncomfortable but it wasn’t going to be bad or anything, right?

“That’s right...calm, happy, just let your big, powerful, sexy dragon take care of you.” Mack nodded on automatic, not so much registering the words as their meaning. Yes, he was big and dominant, but Colton would take good care of him...he’d not forced Mack into anything bad so far, there was nothing to fear from him. As Colton turned him, he moved compliantly, getting into position with his back against the dragon’s chest, his own wrapped in a black-scaled arm while the other took hold of his leg and bent it upwards, exposing his pucker to the drippy tip of the dragon’s cock. As he felt the tip press against him, Mack noticed a peculiar sensation in his rear, something that was like a warmth and kneading without any actual touch to it...he had no idea what it was, it felt strange, not bad necessarily but odd…

The only warning that he got that Colton was about to do something was the pressure of that arm around his chest increasing, pinning him more to the dragon’s body. And before he could register it, Colton pushed - no, BUCKED in, he didn’t ease in, he thrust a good half of his dick into the human’s rear in one fell swoop. Mack’s eyes shot open wide, but out of his mouth escaped a gasp and then a sudden rushing moan of pleasure...dimly he was certain that should have been utter agony, but the rough entry hadn’t been even remotely unpleasant, on the contrary that stretch had felt so insanely good that he had struggled to keep from cumming right then and there. His body had flexed without a hint of issue, yielding to the powerful dragon’s shaft immediately, giving Mack such a rush of euphoria in the process. He could feel the heat, the soft spiky protrusions with their extra dimension prodding his walls, the sheer girth that he gave in so fully to...he’d never imagined it would be like this, especially not the first time.

Colton didn’t rush in quite as fast with the rest of it, but he certainly didn’t go easy. His cock pulled out a short ways and then jabbed back in, going slightly deeper. Another shuddered moan escaped Mack as he felt the protrusions drag against his walls much more notably on the extraction than the insertion. His prostate was getting a constant battering as well from the ridges...on the way in it felt like just one long stroke, but on the slower drawbacks he could feel a series of bumps and rubs against it, hitting over and over and making him cry out in sheer delight. And there were more every time, as that thick shaft probed deeper with every thrust, the sensation of fullness ever more wonderful by the moment, until he felt the thick knot press up against his rear. Colton paused there, letting Mack catch his breath...Mack could feel the dragon’s chest heaving against his back as well, such pressure from that huge body.

“Rrrr...so nice and tight. You really are worth it.” Colton’s voice sounded like it was right against his ear, even though the dragon’s head didn’t seem like it could be that close. “Isn’t this so much better? So much more...satisfying than anything you’ve ever felt before? Isn’t this far more to your liking?”

“Ah...yeah…” Mack wasn’t even fully aware that he’d said it, but he could hardly have denied it even if he had known. Certainly, this was another level of pleasure the dragon was showing him, one he’d never had in any other sexual encounter...he could hardly believe he’d been so reluctant around the handsome creature just a little while ago, what was he so worried about? It was so great, feeling what Colton had to give, he wanted more…

He got more, as Colton began to hammer him in earnest now. With his body trapped under the dragon in every way, Mack could feel his incredible power all throughout him as he was taken, claimed by Colton...he could even feel the arm wrapped around him shifting so that Colton’s hand could grasp and tug his collar, reminding him starkly of his place. And he didn’t care, he was lost in the haze of pleasure that came with that cock pounding his ass vigorously, spreading him open deeply and soaking his walls with musky precum. That scent was going to linger around quite a while, he was sure, and he wasn’t finding any problem with that...why would he mind anyone knowing how Colton had used him? It was perfectly fine, he was the one in charge, after all…

He could feel that knot starting to to thump more firmly against him, and was caught slightly off-guard at just how much he wanted to feel it stretch him out and tie him. Hadn’t he been worried about that before? Well, he’d been worried about lots of things, and Colton had showed him he didn’t have to...he had everything in control, absolutely everything, all Mack needed to do was take it and he would be fine, even better than fine. His moans and cries were breathless, he could scarcely catch his breath from the energy of the pounding and the tight grip around him...he rubbed back against that muscular chest, reveling in the feel of that sexy scaled body. Nothing had ever been so attractive as that look, he loved those big masculine muscles, that smooth scaled hide that almost made him salivate...Colton was every ideal his mind could conjure up wrapped into one, he wanted so much more.

Harder Colton humped him, growling fiercely as his throbbing cock spat pre deep into Mack’s bowels, prepping to sow him with his seed. Mack was clenching as much as he could, it was hard with how wildly stretched he was but he could still feel that tightening that was helping to make those ridges more defined, to make sure those soft spikes rubbed harder, that the stretch felt even more powerful than ever. Only one thing was left...and all doubt was finally erased from Mack’s mind, as he managed to get out the shaky words, “P-please...t-tie me…”

As soon as he said it, the human’s eyes rolled back in his head as a powerful climax rocked him, his body squirming and writhing in the dragon’s arms as he released his seed all over the covers, a more fruitful orgasm than he’d ever had in any other situation. His seed shot out forcefully, almost launching off the bed and making wet stripes that stuck out even in the dim light. It was heaven, only one thing could make it better…

And Colton was about to give it to him. The dragon’s grunts had gone up a fair bit at the plea, and he had started to ram in almost violently, trying to force his knot into that tight passage. And finally it yielded to him, the human’s anus gaping wide as it finally was driven to the limit, swallowing the thick bulge and trapping it within Mack’s body. And then come Colton’s roar, and a heavy pulse of seed that matched the human’s entire load and then some, and then another...Mack’s weak cries got a little more robust as he felt his body get filled with hot, thick fluid, the dragon’s spunk coating his walls and filling him up even further. He continued to clench, his orgasm persisting and strengthening a bit at the sudden rush of intensity at the newly extreme stretch and the filling from what he desired so much. Each gush felt like too much, like it was going to stretch him out further and he could only want that to happen, hope that Colton could produce enough to make him heavy with cum.

Colton certainly seemed to be trying, rocking and pushing and trying to milk himself as he continued to unload into Mack. The human wasn’t even sure how long it was lasting, he’d lost track of time in the haze of ecstasy he was under, he could only measure how much it felt like he was taking in and how much it was stretching his insides out. Enough that he was feeling a slight distension in his gut, not huge and perhaps facilitated by a good percentage of his insides being taken up by dragon dick, but impressive nonetheless. Finally, though, the release was tapering off, he could feel less new seed coming out, and finally it stopped entirely, leaving him to pant and moan while trapped on that big cock.

It took a few minutes for Mack’s wits to come back to him...the afterglow was so satisfying, it was hard to care about all that much, but he was becoming aware of the warping in his mind. Where before the thought of sex with males had been undesirable at best, now he almost found himself moaning just at the thought of a big, muscled, hung male in front of him. And of kinds he’d never desired before, either...dragons and other scaly creatures especially, but also a variety of others larger ones that he’d never had the slightest interest in in either gender before. In fact, he was having a hard time putting them OUT of his head, much less allowing them in, and it seemed that other humans had pretty much been shoved right out...it couldn’t have been an accident, Colton must have played with his head. Of course, it all made sense afterwards, the sudden odd feelings, unusual thoughts, they must have been woven in there by the dragon...subtly, at least subtly enough that he hadn’t really registered it in the moment. Something he should have been inclined to tell Colton off for…

Except...he had allowed it, hadn’t he? He remembered back in the car, what he’d said. “So you say...but I think by the end of the night, I can get you liking males and dragons just fine.” “Well, you’re certainly welcome to try, I won’t stop you.” And Mack was an honest person, wasn’t he? Of course he’d stick to that by letting Colton use that insidious dragon magic to twist his tastes...and Colton had only done exactly as he promised. And really...was there anything too particularly wrong with that? It wasn’t like he NEEDED to be straight, there wasn’t any girlfriend or anything tying him to that, and even if he wasn’t into humans now it wasn’t like he would be lacking for options...

“How are you feeling, now?” Colton’s voice broke into his thoughts again, though in a much more normal fashion now. No question, there had been something different before, he could tell in the aftermath...yet, he wasn’t really bothered by it, he even liked the idea of the dragon having such power over him. Was that something Colton had planted, too? No...no, he’d gone out seeking to be dominated, that was just him, even if the source was different than he’d anticipated it was still something he had been inviting.

So the answer was pretty obvious. “Good...really good. Thank you...Colton.”

“Rrr, you’re welcome, and thank you too.” Colton’s arm let go of the human’s leg and rubbed his midsection, feeling the slight swell from how much was packed into Mack. “You know...if you’re interested...I’ve been looking for something a bit more, ah, lasting than simple one-night stands. I’ve wanted a...some might call it a ‘pet’ of sorts, but I imagine it as more of a...concubine, I suppose. Someone to live in and serve my sexual desires...of course, it’s certainly not something that would be round-the-clock, and you would be compensated well for it. You’ve certainly proven yourself to be the kind of honest and trustworthy person I could be comfortable with...of course, you’re more than welcome to turn it down.”

Maybe he was, but Mack didn’t need a lot of time to think. On top of what sounded like a better-paying position than his current job, with a better place to live, he had a strong desire to serve Colton, he liked the idea of belonging to the dragon and couldn’t find a downside. Perhaps Colton had warped him towards that, but he didn’t think so...he just had this feeling that that was what he, himself, truly wanted. “I’d love that, Colton. I...really want to do it.”

Colton curled around him, purring a bit as he held his new human close to him. “Thank you, Mack...I’ll make sure you’re quite happy.” And with a dragon who had been as honest as Colton had been with him all night, Mack had absolutely no doubt that he would.