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It wasn’t fair. That was the overriding motivation behind Craig’s frustrations and antagonism. To him, it was just all so unfair.

He had pride in his kind. He was a human, and he thought the world of that. That in itself wasn’t unusual, he was sure that most species thought a lot of their kinds and had pride in themselves. And surely a bit of jealousy over something another species had wasn’t terribly uncommon. But to Craig it felt like humans got an unfair shake, that they were outclassed by just about everyone. They weren’t among the faster species. They lacked natural weapons - unsuitable nails, no horns, no tails, mouths that weren’t built to safely bite an attacker. And it seemed like just about every anthro species on balance was stronger than humans, even the ones that didn’t look like they should be. Many claimed that the counterbalance was that humans were smarter and more creative thinkers than most other species, but to Craig that seemed like a pretty paltry gift...which might have said more about Craig than anything else, but no one ever said that to his face.

But if there was one species that drove Craig crazy more than any other, it was dragons. They were the most unfairly endowed creatures of all. They were one of the few anthro types that was naturally magically inclined - many anthros and humans had no ability and even those that did were easily outclassed by the “magical beings” like dragons and gryphons. And on top of that, they had the exceptional size and power that was emblematic of creatures like horses and bulls and gators, the species that everyone envied. They were tougher than other creatures, rarely got sick, recovered fast from injury, and had longer lifespans than just about anyone. How could someone NOT be jealous of them?

So it went without saying that Craig wasn’t a fan of dragons. And that was a bit of a problem for him, because he WAS a fan of the local gym near his house, and you couldn’t go to a gym without running into dragons. So Craig had the subject of his ire in his sights two or three times a week, and it worked him up every time - enough that it usually spoiled his workout mood and made him leave before he intended to. The workouts were still helpful, he hadn’t exactly built up a ton of muscle but he had gained a good bit of stamina and his cardio was among the best of the humans he knew. But Craig was never satisfied - he couldn’t help but focus more on the unattainable heights of the other races. Which meant he got even more hostile towards those he considered to have an unfair advantage, and especially to dragons.

And to one dragon in particular.

Neves was everything that Craig found intolerable. He was a whiz with magic. He worked out daily and had one of the best bodies that most at the gym had ever seen. Despite having every advantage, he came off as friendly and down-to-earth, always taking time out to chat with people who weren’t regulars and offer advice or encouragement. And he seemed to be quite smart, too, which was extra unfair. Even other people who had gripes about the advantages anthros had liked Neves, which drove Craig absolutely nuts.

Somehow, he got it into his head that the dragon was cheating. How, exactly, that was possible, he couldn’t say, but he had convinced himself that there were shenanigans going on and that he was hiding some horrible weakness that was just waiting to be exploited so that he could take the dragon down ALL of the pegs. Oh, Craig wanted DEARLY to prove his own superiority and show the world that dragons weren’t all that. And so when he got an idea for something that he might be able to prove himself above the ‘best of the best’ at, there was no way he wasn’t going to take advantage.

Had anyone else known about it, they might have tried to talk him out of his foolishness. But that opportunity never arose.

It was an early Friday afternoon, Craig was off work and at the gym, waiting for his chance. He knew he wouldn’t have a problem finding Neves - the dragon WAS there daily, and a presence that was hard to miss. The only problem was making sure he had enough of an audience watching him take the reptile down a few pegs...and that wasn’t all he had planned. No, he was going to OWN Neves, at least for a short time. Make the dragon obey him, do as he wished, and he was cooking up all sorts of humiliations he could put the scaly beast through. Oh, he was going to make a STATEMENT, and the rest of humanity would thank him when those dragons were put on notice.

Fortunately, it was fairly active in the gym that day, and by the time Neves entered, there were more than enough people around for his show. He didn’t strike right away, though, waiting for a bit so that the dragon would have a lowered guard - pouncing on him the moment he got in would probably be too suspicious. As per usual, the dragon wore nothing until he got in - another irritation, anthros were so commonly nudists, flaunting what they had, claiming that clothing felt uncomfortable to them, while humans rarely could feel comfortable doing the same. At least, Craig couldn’t imagine doing that - though part of that might have been that he knew his body couldn’t measure up. So he had to endure the sight of the dragon’s obscene slit and baseball-sized orbs sitting out there in the open until he’d hit the locker room and put on something...not that the tight shorts did much to hide anything, they didn’t even fully cover his slit, but the gym had deemed them acceptable coverage so his complaints were ineffective.

He made sure to stay fairly close to Neves, trying to avoid drawing the dragon’s attention until he was good and ready. As usual, that turned out to be fairly easy, since there were people constantly around the dragon, usually fawning over him or chatting him up excitedly. The more they did, the more incensed Craig got, especially when he saw other humans salivating over Neves - the nerve they had! It was tantamount to being a race traitor as far as Craig was concerned. But maybe they’d change their tune once they saw him proving his superiority…

Finally he could take it no longer, and strode up to Neves as he was setting down a clean-and-jerk bar. Trying to ignore the fact that the dragon had cleared three-quarters of a ton without any significant difficulty, he pointed a finger at the teal-scaled reptile. “You think you’re so great. We humans are just garbage under your feet, huh?”

Neves turned to look at him, perplexed. “Do I know you?”

“You’re gonna wish you never did before long here. I’m here to show you that you’re not as high and mighty as you think you are! I’m going to prove to you that our kind are better!”

Neves let out a chuckle - probably the only reaction guaranteed to piss Craig off more. “I don’t know what I did to rile you up, but I think you should probably settle down before you hurt yourself.”

Craig scowled furiously at the dragon. “Am I a joke to you? You cocky asshole, you’ll see what’s coming to you! I’m challenging you, you can’t back down!”

“Heh. Okay, look, I’ll humor you for a bit. But seriously, I’m not gonna do something that’s going to get you hurt. If you want a lift-off, I can and will say no, no matter how much you want to scream at me. But okay, what’s this challenge?”

Craig folded his arms. “A test of balance. I know you can’t beat me at that - you’re too top-heavy, while I’M a paragon of even design. You’ll see exactly what I mean once I humiliate you in this match!”

“Really now.” Neves shrugged. “Well, that sounds harmless enough, so if you’re really that insistent on it...you just want something to brag about, is that it?”

“Oh, that’s not going to be enough. I want to own you for the weekend. You have to do anything I say, no matter how much you’re embarrassed or ashamed about it.”

“Well, if that’s what you want...but you know you have to put the same thing on the line.”

“Hah! There’s no way I’ll lose, so of course I’ll do that!”

“Fine, then. One sec…” Neves raised a finger in the air in front of him, which glowed and then released a swirl of odd light around both of them. “There. That’s in effect now...we’re both bound by the agreement of the challenge, neither of us can break it, whether we win or lose.”

Oh, this was even better, using Neves’s magic against him...this was going to be fantastic. Craig was grinning like a maniac. Nothing was going to stand in the way of his greatest victory ever.

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A small crowd had gathered around as the challenge was set up. Craig had all the confidence in the world as he sized up his opponent - huge as he might have been, he certainly looked top-heavy, and his digitigrade feet didn’t seem nearly as solid a base to stand on as a human’s. All he needed to do was do what he knew he could do, and he would come out the victor.

The rules were simple: they each had to stand on one foot while a bar was resting on their shoulders, as if they were going to do squats. Weights would be added to one side every twenty seconds, alternating sides each time, increasing in 2.5-pound increments. It would be tailored to their own body weights, so Neves would get twenty for every five Craig got. They would have to keep their balance despite the increasing imbalance of the weight, and whoever needed to use their other foot to stabilize themselves first would be the loser. All Craig’s ideas, he’d been practicing keeping himself on one foot for an extended period, he knew he could handle it. And the weights weren’t going to get too heavy, so the sheer load was likely not to be an issue for him. He couldn’t believe Neves was so foolish as to just accept it all without complaint - it was like he wanted to lose!

Two people each were spotting for them, making sure that there were no disasters, while one person was responsible for adding the weight. At the mark of the referee, they got on one leg each, and twenty seconds later the first weight was added. It was only a small difference in the bar, Craig could feel it but it wasn’t causing any issues. He knew he’d probably start having trouble when the imbalance reached around 15 pounds...but it would be 60 for the dragon, and though he might be strong, these bars were meant to have balanced weights, the imbalance would be extra magnified the higher the values. He was certain that Neves would fail well before he did.

He barely noticed the second weight being added, until the bar shifted a bit and he had to adjust. The transition was a bit tougher because someone was actively working on the bar, and sometimes weights were being removed from one side at the same time they were being added to the other, just to ensure that it didn’t turn into a competition of physical strength. Craig was having to be careful as the third change came, 7.5 pounds for him, 30 for the dragon...he could see Neves making movements, the dragon had to be close to toppling. His victory would be at hand soon, he was sure of it!

Except...it wasn’t. Shifting movements were all that he was seeing, not any real sign of strain. Craig couldn’t believe it was taking this long, even as the fourth weight was added Neves wasn’t breaking a sweat! It was absurd, the dragon couldn’t have had balance like that, surely he was going to go over soon! But then the next weight was added, and suddenly it was Craig starting to sweat as the bar started to tilt and he had to fight to keep it stable. He was nearing trouble territory, he needed Neves to give quickly...or else the worst might happen, and HE could lose. And that wouldn’t have been tolerable at all.

But Neves wasn’t cracking, and now Craig was starting to strain as that 15-pound threshold was reached. The dragon was at 60, and moved a bit more but seemed entirely at ease. Craig clenched his teeth, his leg was starting to feel less stable now, he knew he didn’t have much longer...could he hold out another 5? Surely that would be enough…

The next weight was added, and Craig couldn’t focus on Neves anymore, he had to concentrate to keep himself from toppling. This should have been so much easier...what the hell was going on, was Neves cheating? He wouldn’t have put it past the dragon, he was always cheating, though he didn’t know how, he hadn’t given him any warning, any sign of what he was going to do, how could he prepare for it in that case? Everything he’d done had been calculated to try to make sure that Neves couldn’t cheat...had he slipped up?

It was as the next weight was about to be added that Craig’s leg gave out. He swayed, stepped, and then the bar was grabbed to keep him from falling over, though he did anyway after being relieved of the weight. He whimpered a bit as he shook his sore leg, then glared up at the dragon, who was grinning rather triumphantly. He looked just as comfortable at 70 as he had at 10! It was so wrong...now he had lost, humiliated himself and all of humanity in front of at least eighteen people, AND he had to be the damn dragon’s slave. All he could do was glare as Neves settled back on two feet, hefting the bar easily and handing it off...of course, looking up at him, he couldn’t miss that enormous package, almost taunting him through the feeble gym shorts.

“Looks like you’re mine now. I don’t know what you were thinking, man, but you should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy.”

“How?” It was as petulant a response as Craig could have made it.

In response, Neves turned halfway, swaying his tail for emphasis. “This ain’t just for show...it’s great for balance. Makes it a whole lot easier to stay upright in any sitch. I probably coulda gone another 80.”

The tail...Craig had never even thought about that. Why would he? HE didn’t have one. It was just another natural unfairness, something else dragons had over him...and now he was paying the price for it. Somehow, he’d have to make sure the dragon paid for this...but it didn’t appear that was going to be happening this weekend, as he could feel the magic making its grip on him. Hopefully he could get through this with a shred of his dignity intact…

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If he was, it wasn’t going to be because Neves made it easy on him.

The dragon hadn’t even waited until they left the gym to start issuing commands - commands that Craig had no choice but to obey. The first was that he had to address Neves as Neves as ‘sir’ or ‘sir Neves.’ Because of course the damn dragon would do that...Craig conveniently glossed over the fact that he would have done the same. The second was even worse - Craig wasn’t even allowed to change into his street clothes. In fact, he wasn’t allowed to wear ANYTHING out of the gym - he had to go as naked as Neves was. His scrawny body on full display, compared to the unfairly advantaged dragon who could strut around that way without a care...it was a rank humiliation that had the human seething. At least everything would be safe in his locker and he could pick it back up once he was done, but that would mean another naked walk somewhere, either to the gym or to home…

Now he had to follow the dragon, who was almost insulting him with how nonchalantly he was strutting down the sidewalk. Craig was following behind, mentally bound to do so even if he really wanted to just run away as fast as possible. He was getting a few looks from passers-by, maybe they already suspected that the dragon had him under his control, or maybe they just weren’t used to naked humans, he didn’t know and it didn’t matter, it was embarrassing either way. Not only that, but he was having to rush to keep up with Neves, the big dragon having long strides and not taking it slowly. Even with the added stamina he’d gained from his workouts, he was starting to feel the strain catching up to him the further they went...and it was a long ways to go, the dragon of course lived over on the side of town that was much more anthro-centric. Why he came to a gym that was so far away was beyond Craig...maybe just because he wanted to be around a lot of humans to make them look feeble and weak.

The number of humans around had diminished greatly, but that was of small comfort to Craig. At least he wasn’t embarrassing his own kind as much, but as he looked around, he could see some almost hungry looks from some of the anthros on the street. Many of whom were anywhere from sparsely dressed to as nude as he was...suddenly he was extra nervous. He’d heard rumors that any nude human was ‘fair game’ for anthros, they could pretty much do what they wanted to them and not face any consequences. Craig really didn’t want to find out if that was true first-hand...at the very least, no one was approaching him, just leering or licking their chops. He realized that Neves could have just made him walk on his own around here...maybe the dragon making him follow had one benefit.

Neves turned into the walkway to a rather sizable house, finally giving Craig a bit of a spell from the hasty walk there. Of course it was big, dragons needed something pretty big to fit into, but it seemed to Craig like it would have been big even scaled for a human...was the dragon rich? It wasn’t like he needed anything more in this life, he already had next to everything...being wealthy would just put him at the apex of privilege. Then again, maybe he was overthinking it - it wasn’t like this place was a manor, and maybe dragons just commanded more space. Whatever the case was, the dragon lived there, and at least he’d be inside rather than out and exposed.

Not that he wasn’t going to be exposed to Neves...but that was something he would just have to deal with.

“All right, here we are...your home until 11:59 Sunday night.” Neves smirked at him over his shoulder. “Or maybe longer.”

“The deal was for the weekend,” Craig spat back. “Not any longer.”

“Of course. But perhaps you’ll find you’re not so eager to leave by the time the weekend’s over.” Neves didn’t elaborate on that, and Craig had his doubts - that had to be plain old draconic arrogance speaking. “First thing you can do is dust everything on the main floor. You’ll find everything you need in the supply closet near the bathroom.”

Of course he was wasting no time putting Craig to work. Well, chores weren’t as humiliating as what HE could have done...if all he had to do was annoying busywork that would probably be the best he could hope for. With a resigned sigh, he went to go look for what he needed, and hoped that it would be easily enough wielded by a human, whatever it was…

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Thus far, it was nothing but mundane. Dusting the entire main floor was a tiresome chore, but at least Craig was inside and alone, not exposed to more humiliation on the streets. It also gave him a bit of an opportunity to try to learn more about Neves and see if he could find any weaknesses, anything that he could use to get his revenge. Maybe he had fallen in this contest, but the dragon had to have something he could use to prove his superiority.

His initial hunts were not especially successful - the dragon’s house appeared infuriatingly normal. If somewhat upscale - ‘rich’ might have been an overstatement, but he wasn’t hurting for money judging by the presence of the nice appliances and electronics. He didn’t really see anything particularly special about any of them, aside from being a fair bit larger, as was befitting a dragon. None of the rooms seemed to have anything particularly private about them, nothing that the dragon would be worried about someone knowing. But he had plenty of time, and there were more areas to look.

After he cleaned...and there was a lot of cleaning. He was human-sized, having to clean dragon-sized stuff, in a house that was significantly bigger than his own, and he didn’t even like cleaning that. Chores were dull, even if they were better than the alternative, and he found himself getting bored plenty quickly. He couldn’t even think of stopping, though, not with the order persisting in his brain. So he just went at it, wiping everything down, thankfully able to use a cloth and bottle of cleaner that was properly scaled for his size. He didn’t know where Neves had gone, the dragon was off doing his own thing...not that he minded that, but it felt like he was about to be ambushed by him at any time, and Craig really didn’t want that to happen.

It took a good hour before he was done, every room taken care of on the entire main floor. At least he knew his way around now, though he wasn’t hoping he’d need to know for terribly long. The dragon’s words still lingered in his head...was Neves planning on some scheme to make sure he couldn’t leave when he was supposed to? He wouldn’t have put it past a dragon to take a human as a slave hostage, Craig had heard his share of rumors about that. Maybe he needed that weakness just to plan his escape…

“Done?” Craig jumped a bit as Neves’s voice cut into his thoughts. The dragon had popped up behind him, and he was pretty sure that scare was entirely deliberate.

“Yes, I’m done...sir.”

“Good. The second floor needs sweeping, and the windows need to be washed. Hop to it.”

And just like that, Craig was back at work...and this time, it wasn’t as easy. The broom was more dragon-sized, meaning it was unwieldy for him and significantly heavier. He had to lug it around and sweep up the floors of the bedrooms and halls upstairs. At least it seemed that there were only two floors - the size of the outside had hinted at the possibility of more, but that didn’t appear to be the case, so maybe he’d be done for a while after this. Which he would probably need to be, he was getting exhausted just doing all that sweeping.

The window washing was no less unpleasant. While he was using tools that were more his size again, he had to clamber all over to actually get to all the glass, because of course Neves wasn’t going to let him get away with just washing the lower parts. So climbing on furniture was a requirement, and of course the chairs were big and heavy, so pushing them around took even more out of him. It got him so worn out that he wasn’t even all that concerned about someone seeing him through the window - it wasn’t like they could reach him through there if they did, and really he just wanted the work to be done, hiding himself would only have slowed him down.

It also got him the first look at the inside of the dragon’s bedroom, his sanctum where some real important findings could be made, if he had the time. It was much more luxurious than the other bedroom, a large bed with plush bedding, a darker color on the walls, an expensive computer on the desk, and it was on the large side even for a dragon. He could see a couple of areas of closet space, and wondered what was inside them...but his cleaning order overrode his curiosity, and he had to do his work and simply try to plan for later. Though, by the time he was done with it, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be doing much of anything...it might be hard to find the time if this was what he was going to be doing for the entire weekend.

As he finally got done, Neves went around and inspected everything, scrutinizing the floors and the windows...or at least giving the appearance of such, though Craig got the impression that he was merely milking the moment. Whatever kick he was getting out of this was beyond Craig, but maybe he was just a lazy fuck who enjoyed having a free maid service for the weekend. He could survive that, so long as there was nothing truly disgusting. “Is it to your liking, sir?”

“Good enough. Fortunately for you, I don’t really care too much about it being perfect. It’s passable, that’s all it needs to be for me.” Craig would have rolled his eyes at the designation, but he seemed to be blocked off from that. “It looks like you got quite the workout...all those days at the gym don’t seem to have done all that much for you.”

“Everything’s dragon-sized, I’m not built for that.” There was a good degree of bitterness in the human’s voice, which elicited precisely no response in the dragon.

“Not sure what else you would expect. Anyway, I can tell you worked up a nice sweat. I did as well, earlier at the gym before your little stunt. So come on, we’re going to shower.”

“Fine. I’m guessing you want to go first and have me bring you a towel?”

Neves chuckled. “Perhaps you weren’t listening all the way...I said WE are going to shower.”

Craig did a double-take. “Wait, what? You...at the same time?”

“That is what’s implied by ‘we,’ now, isn’t it?”

“But...why?”

“Because, it’s not every day I can get a human to scrub me down. Besides, what’s the big deal? We’re both already naked anyway, it’s not like you’re going to see anything you aren’t already seeing.”

That was true, and yet somehow Craig was still uncomfortable. Perhaps because a shower implied a closeness that they didn’t necessarily have to have in other situations, even if everything was otherwise exposed. Still, it wasn’t like he had the ability to say no to it, so he grit his teeth and mumbled a reluctant “yes, sir…” as he followed Neves to the bathroom. Hopefully it would just be a quick thing, not something he’d have to endure for too terribly long...he didn’t want to have the subject of his envy shoved right in his face for too long. If all the dragon wanted was a scrub-down, though, surely he could do that quickly.

He’d already seen the bathroom from the cleaning he’d had to do, and like everything else it was pretty oversized compared to Craig. He could barely reach the sink if he was trying to wash his hands, would have had to reach up to touch the shower faucet. It was a standing shower stall, no bathtub, and while it had ample room for Craig, it seemed like it might be on the smaller side for Neves. Which meant it could be cramped with both of them in there...he was feeling less and less comfortable with this by the moment, and he hadn’t exactly started out from a point of extreme comfort.

Being in close proximity to the dragon also, as he found out, meant exposure to that thick dragon musk. It was noticeable when he was walking near Neves outside, but the breeze had kept it from gathering too much...it was more noticeable when he was near Neves inside, but he still wasn’t right next to the dragon so it wasn’t too hard to deal with. But right next to him? It was like a miasma that flooded his nose, making him cringe a bit as he couldn’t avoid getting a firm whiff every time he breathed in, even if it was through his mouth he could almost taste it. Hopefully the water would tamp it down somewhat, it was making him even more uncomfortable on a deeper level.

With the shower door closed, it was indeed a tight fit - Craig couldn’t get around Neves, was trapped in front of the dragon, and very disturbingly close to that slightly puffy slit. At least not right in his face, but any part of them close to him wasn’t exactly the nicest place to be. He soon had another problem, though - the dragon turned on the water, and he yelped as the heat hit him hard, too hot too fast!

“Whoops...forget you humans feel heat way more easily.” Neves chuckled as if it was a fine joke, making it hard to tell if he’d actually forgotten or had done it on purpose. He did turn down the temperature, though. “Adjust fast, because I like hot showers. And go ahead and start scrubbing, I’m looking forward to it. The brush and soap is in the basket.”

Grumbling, Craig complied, picking up the brush and some scale soap. The brush was pretty stiff and hard, it would have been agony on the human’s skin...how in the world could Neves have used something like this? But he wasn’t about to argue, and after filling the brush with a generous amount of soap, he started scrubbing. Very quickly it became apparent that it was NOT agony to the dragon...he was almost purring as the brush scratched across his chest, sudsing up a bit with the soap flowing down the bristles. His body seemed none the worse for wear even as Craig was pushing what he might have thought of as unnecessarily hard - he hadn’t been directed beyond ‘scrub’ so being less than gentle seemed like a fair bit of payback.

But Neves enjoying it was kind of spoiling that plan. “Yeah, just like that…mrrr, nice and hard, you know how to do it like a dragon likes...” Craig didn’t respond, annoyed - his one little bit of blowback and it didn’t even work, and now he’d gotten an order so he couldn’t stop. Down he went, scrubbing along the chest, those thick pectorals jutting out in front of his face, he wasn’t even sure his nose wouldn’t fit between them and really hoped Neves didn’t get any ideas. Then came the washboard abs, stacked beyond anything Craig ever could have hoped for...he wished he could at least get close, they were so firm and were entirely unyielding under his forceful scrubbing. As he got done close to that swollen slit, he took a sharp breath inward - the tips of the dragon dicks were peeking out. Was Neves getting aroused from this? That was about the last thing Craig wanted...but it wasn’t within his power to stop it if he was.

From the chest he had to go to the arms, reaching up to scrub the dragon’s pits and and then getting down from the highest part of the shoulders he could reach, all the way down the arms to the back of Neves’s hands. This was proving to be no less work than anything else he’d done so far, and given that he’d already worn himself down he was struggling to keep up with what he was supposed to do. The musk wasn’t exactly helping, the water was tamping it down a bit but in an enclosed space like this, there was no escaping it...so thick in his nose, he felt like he had to breathe harder just to get enough air in him, except that only flooded him with more. It was so thick, so powerful...combined with the exertion, he was starting to feel a bit weary.

Down he went to the legs, at least he didn’t have to stretch for these. He was able to crouch down somewhat, with Neves moving a bit back to accommodate him. Thick thighs, powerful calves, feet adorned with wicked-looking claws...the natural weapons he was stuck in such closed quarters with was starting to perturb him on a different level. What would happen if Neves decided to kick him right then and there? He could be disemboweled and the dragon might make him thank him for it with his last breath. He could just decide to grab Craig’s arm and bite clean through it with those massive jaws. Or he could force Craig to beg for the dragon to snap his neck, and those muscles could do it with ease. What was he thinking, letting himself get put in this situation? He was starting to really get a stark impression of just how weak he was compared to this dragon...how important it was to keep him happy and do as he was told without complaint. Every moment he was around Neves, he was in a great deal of personal danger...so far Neves hadn’t been outright nasty to him, but Craig had heard before how you always had to watch out for the friendly ones.

As he finished with the dragon’s legs, Neves purred a bit. “You’re doing a good job so far. Now to the backside.”

“I...don’t think I can get around you.” Nervous as it was, Craig still wasn’t ignorant of the logistics. The dragon was too broad for him to squeeze around.

“Heh, you can get through my legs, there’s more space there.” Neves leaned up and spread his legs in demonstration. Not something Craig wanted to contemplate, but the dragon had a point...the problem was that it put him closer to those twin shafts that were filling out more and more. Neves was absolutely getting off on this, and the thing that bugged Craig most was that he was going to have to keep helping that along. Sighing resignedly, he worked himself down, there wasn’t a lot of space to duck down but he didn’t have to get super low, just low enough to work himself between Neves’s legs and get up behind him.

As he tried to shift forward, he felt his head bump against something painfully, harder than he would have expected. Rubbing his head, he looked up a bit, trying to figure out what he’d smacked against...and found himself with an eyeful of dragon balls. For a moment he was frozen, dumbstruck...those things felt hard as brass and heavy as lead! Well, maybe that was exaggerating, but it sure FELT like it to Craig...how could they be that hard and heavy? He couldn’t imagine carrying something that weighty between his legs...shaking his head a bit, he snapped out of it, he’s spent too long staring at Neves’s balls for his liking. He scurried between the legs and finally managed to get upright behind the dragon, his eyes looking at the wings and tail more than anything else. He didn’t even know what it was like to have these...the envy was still there despite everything, especially for the tail which had been his downfall earlier that day. He’d always thought they were just obtrusive, never considered that they might be useful for something...well, maybe that was just him trying to find a reason to think that these big galoots had some drawback in their lives.

He scrubbed all the way down the dragon’s tail, fighting to keep it from slipping out of his grip...either Neves was sensitive or he was deliberately making things harder for him, the end of the tail would twist out of his hold or wrap around his wrist. It was a level of control he didn’t think a dragon would have, some species had great control over their tails but he didn’t think dragons were on the list. It was annoying enough, but he wasn’t keeping very focused on it, still feeling flushed at the collision with Neves’s nutsack. The last thing he wanted was to give the dragon any sign that he might have an interest...he wasn’t gay, he’d never been gay, he’d always been vocal about how weird he found it, and it was starting to dawn on him that Neves could very easily make him do stuff like that if he thought there was any chance that the human wanted it...or even if he didn’t.

Those thoughts continued as he went up to scrub the base of the dragon’s wings...he wasn’t even entirely aware of the purr that Neves was giving off as he was stroked in a sensitive spot. He was so engrossed in trying to think about how to convince Neves not to think lewd thoughts about him that he’d lost focus on anything. Being completely under the dragon’s power was dangerous, even just bringing up the idea could inspire Neves to do things to him...with the size of what he was packing, Craig was certain it would be untold agony, even if Neves used the dragon magic that famously made just about anyone accept them inside. But at the same time, if he gave off any impression that he would accept it even, not even willingly...what would stop Neves from shoving it in him and using him like his own personal cum-dump for the whole weekend?

In his distraction, he didn’t notice the tail twisting around underneath him, he was barely even focused on the scrubbing, those spots at the base of the dragon’s wings more than clean enough by now. So it was a very sudden shock when he felt something dart into his ass, spearing through his pucker effortlessly and jamming up a couple inches inside, making him yelp loudly. For a moment he thought his fears had made him just think he was penetrated, that the dragon was facing away from him and couldn’t possibly be pounding inside...then he looked down and saw the dragon’s tail wedged between his legs, and he knew it was no dream, his only comfort that it was no cock as well. But it was still something up his completely virgin rear, wiggling around and poking various spots inside him.

The worst part was, he couldn’t even say he didn’t like it. It wasn’t uncomfortable like he’d thought (even hoped) it would be, not painful, and that tail was poking some spots that actually felt unexpectedly good. He was clenching down on it, though by reflex, gritting his teeth and trying not to moan...Neves was trying to get a rise out of him, he wouldn’t give the dragon that satisfaction. Except in one way, he couldn’t help it - his own cock was filling up, swelling to an unbidden erection. At least it had one positive effect - he started hurrying to finish his scrubbing, making sure he got through it at a much faster pace. Somehow, it never even occurred to him to try to pull the tail out of his body, it had never been explicitly denied to him and yet it was like the very thought of it simply failed to grace his brain.

Finally, he spoke up. “I...ngh...think...I’m as...done as I...can get...I can’t...reach up higher than that…”

“Heh, about time. Figured you needed a little fire lit under you.” The tail mercifully pulled out...Craig was spared the indignity of of cumming from that tail treatment, at least. But that respite was about to whiplash back. “You missed a spot in front, though. Gotta get these tools thoroughly cleaned, it turns a lot of people away if they’re dirty.”

Craig wasn’t deluded enough to think Neves was talking about anything other than his cocks. Even as he groaned inwardly, he was sinking back down to get back between the dragon’s legs, scrambling around to the front side again. It was as plain to see what Neves was talking about, as he’d feared - both cocks jutting out of that slit, looking rather enormous and imposing. How it was that he could be so big...the heat of the shower was already making Craig red, so he couldn’t get much more so from the envy. Why was it that humans had to be one of the worst-endowed out there? That really didn’t help his feelings of inferiority and desperation to find something better...even if most said that size wasn’t everything, he didn’t buy it. Having these shoved in his face wasn’t doing him any favors in that department, even if he had an idea what he was facing. Heck, these ones looked superior to Craig’s ARM, never mind his dick.

As he raised the brush, Neves stopped him and took the tool from his hand. “No, no...no brush. These are a bit too sensitive for that. You’ll need to use your hands.”

Of fucking course. His scowl must have been a mile wide as he started to rub and stroke over the twin cocks. They were too big for one hand at a time, to actually clean them he had to get both involved on each one, soaping it up and letting it get rinsed off in the water while the other was worked over. And Neves wasn’t satisfied with once, he had Craig going back and forth, cleaning over and over...it was obvious to the human what was eventually going to happen, and that didn’t make it any less frustrating. The blunt tips were leaking precum by the third round of cleaning, getting slightly sticky under his fingers, and he could see a swelling at the base of each one. It only seemed fitting that Neves would have knots as well, though his were unusual - on each one they seemed to be lopsided, the outer swelling more significant than the inner. Which seemed to suggest that these were MEANT to be used as a pair...how that could be when each one was obscenely large on its own was beyond him.

The soap ran out, but Neves was urging him to continue, dropping all pretense. Resignedly, Craig started to pleasure those tools, trying to get Neves off and get it over with so he could get beyond this. The musk was getting stronger the more he worked them, and it wasn’t helping that stubborn boner go down...that was almost worse than just having to rub off Neves, that made it look like he was enjoying it, which he absolutely didn’t accept. He could still feel his rear twitching from the tail treatment, paranoid about a repeat performance...Neves had done it last time because he hadn’t been quick enough, was he going to do the same this time? It was that thought that kept him working faster, trying to do what he could to get the dragon off. His actions got a little quicker as he felt that tail start to snake around his ankle, reminding him of its presence more forcefully. He didn’t know anything about dragon cocks, what might be more effective at pleasuring them, that wasn’t information he’d ever wanted in his life...he tried going further, up to the tips, and then going to the base, working the knots and the slit a bit, hoping that might help…

Either Neves was hiding that he was close, or Craig was just too wrapped up to notice the signs. All of a sudden, as he was stroking up the shafts again, those twin cannons fired on him, making him yelp as he got a faceful of dragon cum. Of course a bit of it found its way into his mouth, and he quickly slammed it shut to avoid getting any more in there. Quickly his hands tried to point them elsewhere, but there wasn’t much other option than down at him more - anything else would have getting Neves’s seed all over himself, and probably would have restarted the whole cleaning process. The counterpoint was that now it was getting all over HIM...he couldn’t quite avoid it getting onto his face, but it was lower and most was going onto his upper chest and leaking downwards. There was so much of it, he couldn’t believe how much was packed into those heavy balls, it felt like more than could possibly have been stored in there. It was degrading and humiliating, and yet he was painfully aware that some of it was leaking down his own shaft, which was starting to really throb…

He gasped again, at just the wrong time to earn another bit of dragon jizz in his mouth, as that insolent tail suddenly stroked against the underside of his cock. Even that light touch was more than he had been ready for, and without warning he started to shoot, his body shuddering as his orgasm hit with a frenzy. It shouldn’t have been so good, losing control of himself in such a situation, the supreme embarrassment wasn’t at all enough to stop the forceful surges of pleasure through his body as he let everything out, only a few pitiful droplets compared to what Neves was giving...his own shots stopped before Neves’s did, even though the dragon started before him, putting their comparative virility in the starkest contrast. He didn’t know if he could feel lower than he did right now...and the worst part was that it wasn’t as viscerally off-putting as he wished it to be. He wasn’t gay, he didn’t like dragons, he should have hated it with every fiber of his being.

He definitely shouldn’t have been finding Neves tasty.

Before he knew what was happening, Neves was picking him up and getting him front and center in the shower. The heat still made Craig wince, even though he’d gotten more used to it, but it was helping to clean him off at least...even where the water had gotten the seed off of him, he could swear he still felt a stickiness there, though maybe it was just his imagination not letting him forget the sensation. At least in the end he was more or less clean, though he still felt pretty grody underneath...at least, part of him did.

Finally the water went off, and the door was opened, providing some mercifully musk-free air to Craig...or at least he thought at first, but the steam from the shower was all over the room, and he could still smell it, though at least it wasn’t as thick. At least he could get a little relief…

“Enjoy the shower?” Neves just couldn’t let it go. “Or should I say, both of them?”

Craig dearly wanted to respond with a biting retort, but something was stopping him. He couldn’t even manage his worst glare, just a sidelong grumpy glance.

“Don’t be like that, now. I don’t remember telling you to let yourself get pasted like that.”

The worst part was that that was entirely true...he couldn’t even fully blame Neves, Craig had made the decision to let that happen, rather than doing everything he could to avoid it. Would cleaning him off have been a better option? Surely that wouldn’t have entailed another round on the cocks, would it? Suddenly he was questioning himself.

“Towel off, pet. We’ve got more to do.” At this point, having another order to obey almost felt like a reprieve, and Craig for once wasn’t complaining. Better than dwelling on what had just happened, maybe what would be coming next would help him get his mind back on track.

---

Or not.

Neves had led Craig down to their next destination, which was the basement. Craig hadn’t seen any of this, he hadn’t been ordered to clean down there...what he saw gave him quite a shock. It was almost like stepping into the gym again, there was workout equipment to beat the band down there, just about every machine he could imagine was there. It wasn’t exactly the neatest place, and it had a dank smell of dragon musk lingering in the air...which meant more exposure to it, of course.

“I can never sleep properly unless I get a workout before bed,” Neves said, startling Craig a bit. “Something about getting that blood flowing helps it settle better. You ever feel the same way?”

“No.” Exercise before bed just kept Craig up. He wished he didn’t have to admit that, though, he sounded so wussy compared to the dragon already.

“Well, then, you don’t have to work out...I can find something else for you to do. In the meantime, you can watch.” Craig wasn’t sure he liked the unspoken implication there. However, he didn’t have much time to think about it, as he was beckoned over to a bench press. It didn’t escape him that the dragon hadn’t put anything on...unlike the gym, he could probably work out exactly how he wanted here.

He watched as Neves loaded up the bar with weights. Craig couldn’t help but be awed as he saw more and more added...there had to be a half-ton of weight on the bar by the time the dragon laid himself down on the bench. It looked absurd, surely that was too much, there was no way he could be THAT strong, right?

How wrong Craig was...his eyes got even wider as he saw the bar go down, and up, and then down again. Neves was grunting a bit, but it wasn’t in any real distress. In fact it seemed more like the tacit effort that Craig had to make when lifting forty pounds - it was work, but not a strain. And Neves was doing it over and over again...he knew he was outclassed, but he’d never seen how starkly before. Even the strongest muscleman humans he could think of couldn’t come close to this...the envy was there, but he was starting to feel it less, there was something else there that was starting to displace it.

Neves did about five dozen reps before setting the bar back, rubbing his arms a bit. “Ah, yeah...sometimes you just need numbers rather than pounds. C’mon, I want to get a fairly full workout.” They were off to the next station, a squat machine where the weight was already quite a bit higher. Neves set that up even a bit further before starting to work at it, again with the appearance of triviality even though there was probably close to three-quarters of a ton on it. So easily up and down, Craig was almost mesmerized...he’d seen anthros lifting some impressive weights before but this was on a whole different level. As he watched, he noticed that swelling in the dragon’s slit again...did he get aroused during workouts? He usually was trying not to look closely while at the gym, so maybe this was normal...but the gym didn’t really have weights like this. Maybe that didn’t even count as a workout to Neves. Right now, it really looked like he was actually working, even if it wasn’t pushing himself to the limit, the sweat glistening on his muscles, which bulged and surged as they were used properly, the musk in the air getting quite a bit fresher and more potent. He could see those cocks starting to push out again, reminding him of their previous presence, the way they had gushed all over him, how some of that seed had leaked into his mouth…

His face flushed as that memory almost made the taste arise again. The thing that had caught him most off-guard about all this...was that it tasted GOOD. Musky, spicy in a way, not in a hot pepper way but in a bizarrely flavorful way that tingled just the slightest bit on his tongue and in his nose. The initial impulse had been to spit it out, but when he’d registered that taste and found it so weirdly appealing...he wasn’t sure he wanted Neves to know that he had swallowed it, both times. It might be a bad idea giving him that impression, providing any suggestion of wanting it...though, if he could lift like this, then Craig hadn’t a prayer of stopping it if Neves wanted it.

He almost missed that his own erection was returning...his face flushed as he saw Neves’s eyes dart over it, there was a bit of a cheeky grin on the dragon’s face, but he didn’t say a word. Finally that set finished, and he moved on to a different machine, this one more upright, making Neves sit up on it and draw his arms and legs together. The weights loaded on this were also massive, and once again there was not even a hint of real struggle in that teal body, like it did this as a matter of routine...which it must have, if Neves did this in order to get to sleep properly. This was a nightly routine for him, throwing around weights that Craig wouldn’t have been able to budge if his life depended on it.

It was throwing things into a different light for him. Envy was one thing, but this...he couldn’t even imagine this, the sheer power that the dragon had was beyond any hope for a human. His species was completely and utterly outclassed in every way, and there was no possible way of denying it. He wasn’t even in the realm of being as capable as this creature...and Neves thought nothing of it. This was just normal for him. How could Craig ever hope to be even close to this? He would never be better than him, never be anything but inferior. And the weird thing was that he wasn’t really reacting like he thought he would to something like that...he couldn’t say he was happy, but he thought he’d be angry, sad, something other than just...neutral. Like it was just a simple fact that didn’t mean anything. Maybe part of the culprit was that dragon musk clouding his head, it wasn’t helping him think or react clearly.

Once again Neves finished and moved on to a different machine. This one was working out his arms only, but he was still sitting, his legs splayed to show his fierce erections. He grinned at the human as he watched Craig observe. “You seem awful fixated on between my legs.”

“Huh?”

“You keep staring. You want?”

Craig didn’t reply, not sure what to say. He didn’t, did he? Maybe he was looking a lot...but it was hard not to look at something so lewd, right? He wasn’t into males anyway, so it just...stuck out. Right? Except...would he be so fixated on Neves if he really didn’t want it? Would he have enjoyed that seed in his mouth?

Neves made the decision before he had to. “Come over here and start stroking and sucking. I wanna cum while working out, and my hands are busy.”

Craig had no choice in the matter, face flushing as he involuntarily went forward. And yet...somehow he wasn’t as upset as before. Maybe he was just used to it now? He couldn’t actually be wanting to be in the dragon’s crotch, right? As he knelt between Neves’s legs, though, getting the full scent of the dragon’s musky and spicy flavor, he was suddenly not so sure. The reluctance certainly wasn’t there the way it had been before…

He tried to tell himself that it was only because he was ordered to that he opened his mouth and wrapped it around the tip of one cock, that it was only due to the spell that his tongue slurped over the meaty tip and savored that flavor, similar to the dragon’s cum but a little meatier. He was certain that the magic enforcing his submission was the only reason his fingers toyed with Neves’s slit, rubbing around the wet and warm interior to stimulate him while his other hand tried to give as much pleasure to that other massive shaft as it could. Surely, the command was the reason that his tongue was soon licking all the way down that shaft and even a bit over the knot, or going down to slurp on those fat and heavy balls hanging underneath. It was all because he’d been ordered to, and had no real choice in the matter. And yet, somehow, that idea was becoming less and less repellent to him...it wasn’t like he could really have disobeyed anyway, right? The dragon was so ridiculously powerful, he could have made him do it without any magic. Just obeying the orders was easier, less stress for both of them for something that was going to happen…

None of that helped the prickly feeling in the back of his brain. He could claim that all his actions were based on orders. But Neves hadn’t ordered him to LIKE it.

Neves had continued with his workout, and every time he strained his muscles Craig could almost feel it. He was sort of growl-murring as Craig worshiped his twins, the human getting gradually less inhibited as he tried to accommodate both of those momentous shafts. His hands were both rubbing along the surface, one on each to try to ensure both were given proper attention, and he was slobbering all over the length but paying special attention to the tip, which was leaking more of that tasty precum. It wasn’t just getting into his mouth, but sort of all over his face as well, and somewhat into his hair...just all over the place, there wasn’t really much help for it, it was leaking pretty constantly and he wasn’t focusing all his attention on it. He wondered if he was going to have to shower again...or if he’d be able to shower again.

His mind was still a haze of confusion and uncertainty, but Neves was able to bite onto it with his voice like nothing else. “You CAN put it in, you know. You’ll be fine, trust me.”

Craig wasn’t so sure about that...even one of those shafts was dauntingly thick. But Neves certainly wanted him to do it, if he was suggesting it...and it would maybe free up a hand to give the other more stimulation...before he even realized he was doing it, his mouth was at the tip of the one he was working, pushing down around it, his tongue bathed in spicy precum. It felt even huger than it looked, he could feel his jaw stretching somewhat uncomfortably and he wasn’t even at the thickest part...

There was hesitation as the tip hit the back of his throat, but strangely, that tickle or reflex he anticipated seemed to have gone on a lunch break. Taking a deep breath, he pushed, getting the tip in deeper and starting into his throat. Now he was at the wide part, at least excluding the knot, and...he didn’t feel too bad. He couldn’t imagine how it looked, his mouth had to be distorted in some way around that monster, but it didn’t feel like more than he could handle, still not the most comfortable thing but not painful or agonizing. And he was getting just a constant stream of that delightful taste all over, something he knew he wanted more than anything. It felt like a reward for his efforts, and that encouraged him.

As he bobbed over the left shaft, his hands started to get in too uncomfortable a position to focus on the right, so he moved them down to start rubbing and stroking those huge balls. A much less awkward position, and he could tell Neves was enjoying it, and it was making it easier to get deeper with his mouth. He had worried before that his air would be cut off as he got deeper, but while it was harder to breathe, it never quite got to impossible, he got some musky air in somehow and it was enough to keep him placated. It seemed odd that he was so willing to push those limits...but, Neves HAD said to trust him that he would be fine, maybe that was why he had suddenly stopped worrying about choking to death on this log.

The further down he got, the more he felt that thick tool throbbing in his throat...he could swear his throat and chest should have been bulging out like mad, but he wasn’t trying to find out, his hands were fully occupied servicing the dragon’s orbs and occasionally rubbing the knot of the other pole, which was drooling pre all over him. The dragon still wasn’t breaking stride despite the pressure in his loins, but he was grunting and growling a lot more...something about those sounds was turning Craig on, they were the sounds of power and they held such sway over him. The musk was getting thicker as well, whether from the workout or the coming climax...Craig was suddenly aware of how much he was throbbing as well, like anything could set him off at a moment’s notice. But he couldn’t think of pulling his hands away from Neves, he had been commanded to get the dragon off and that was what he had to do, his own need would just have to go unfulfilled…

He wasn’t prepared to feel that tail snake into his rear again, and prod his hot spot like it a guided missile. The human’s eyes rolled back in his head as he came, hard, and pushed forward far more than he had intended, burying that shaft in his throat up to that thick knot. He felt the dragon’s legs clamp down around him, a roar erupting from Neves as he unleashed his well-cultivated load into and onto Craig. It came in thick spurts that the human could feel forcing their way down into him, he could swear his stomach was being filled up full from just that one dragon load, in fact maybe just half of it. So much, but he didn’t pull back, swallowing around that cock to massage it and coax more of that seed out...even if he wanted the fresh taste of more of it, he did his duty, working as much out of Neves as he could, his hands massaging the knot to help maintain the pleasure for the dragon as long as possible.

It felt like an age before Neves ran dry, Craig’s orgasm finishing up long before that. His white milk streaked the floor in front of him, but it was barely anything compared to Neves’s mess, of which only some managed to land on the human himself. He could feel the seed all over him, making him flush from the warmth and stickiness. It felt...weirdly good, he realized, better than it had felt just a short while ago in the shower. He wasn’t quite sure why that was.

It took him a moment to realize Neves was grinning down at him. “You gonna pull off, or am I gonna have to carry you like this?”

Furiously red, Craig worked himself off of that huge shaft. His throat felt a bit weird as he got the thick dick out of him, like it was empty, somehow, missing something important. Slowly he stood up as Neves set the machine back into standby, and waited for further orders. Neves walked over to the corner, grabbed a slightly ratty towel, and tossed it at Craig. “Better clean off, I’d hate to have to go over all the floors to wipe off where you trail it.”

Craig looked down at the towel. It didn’t look dirty, necessarily, but not entirely clean, either...it definitely smelled of dragon musk. But he dutifully wiped the cum off of himself, certain that that meant there wasn’t another shower to be coming any time soon. He at least was able to do a good enough job that he wouldn’t be dripping or tracking, though the smell was going to remain on him...and he wasn’t so sure he minded that.

---

The fresh air outside of the basement was welcome on one hand...on the other, Craig was already feeling like he was missing the stifling musk. He wasn’t even sure what was going on with him, his mind was horribly confused. Wasn’t he supposed to dislike this? The dragon, the enslavement, the ordering, the visceral sexuality...he wasn’t even gay, right? And yet, he couldn’t help but notice that the two most satisfying orgasms he’d ever had in his life were at the hands of this teal-scaled creature. Not to mention the two most pleasant overall sexual experiences, in terms of how they aroused him and how he felt afterwards, even despite the factors that should have been in the way of that. It had him wondering whether he had missed something the dragon had done to him…

He was barely thinking about where he was going, just following Neves while his mind was lost in his musings. Only when Neves opened his bedroom door did he suddenly realize where he was and what was going on. “Uh...where am I supposed to sleep?”

Neves chuckled. “Where do you think?”

“Uh…”

“What, you don’t want to sleep in my bed with me? I’m hurt, I thought we had a moment there.”

“But...I mean...there didn’t look like there was really a lot of room, and...well, I’m...not really...worthy of that, am I?” Why was he thinking about that? Well, he DID feel immensely, irrevocably inferior to the dragon now, it wasn’t like it was untrue that he didn’t really feel worthy of him...why he cared about being worthy was something he couldn’t quite wrap his head around.

Neves turned to look at him, his expression not truly angry but imposing. “Well, then, you’ll just have to do something to earn the privilege. But you’re sleeping in my bed.”

Well, that settled the matter. No matter how Craig felt, an order was an order, and he was almost relieved that he had a dictate to follow rather than having to wonder. How he was going to earn it...well, there wasn’t much mystery to that. And rather than dreading it, he found himself strangely coveting it…

Neves didn’t even bother to turn on the light as he entered the room, but there was enough light from the window for Craig to avoid any obstacles he had to get to the bed. He watched Neves get onto the bed...it was probably a queen-sized bed as far as human sizes went, but it barely looked big enough for one lone dragon, only just long enough and barely wide enough. Neves beckoned to him to join, not getting under the covers...Craig had a feeling that the dragon’s body heat would be all to take him through the night. Hopefully it would be enough...he hesitantly climbed on, trying to lay on the bed rather than Neves, but there wasn’t much bed to lay on and he was nestled up close to that scaled body. It did feel warm, comforting...part of him felt like it shouldn’t have, but it did, and he couldn’t really question it.

As he tried to settle in, he eeped a bit as he felt a muscular arm wrap around him and hold him close. Neves was on his side, and he could feel the dragon’s slit pushing up against his rear, a little bit of wetness seeping along his cheeks. He flushed harder, he couldn’t help but like it...it was certainly going to happen, he just didn’t know when or how. But he was finding himself hoping for it...it was weird, how had he gone from how he’d been in the shower to this so quickly? Was dragon musk just that addictive? Or...was it something more?

He gasped as he felt Neves’s claws start to play with his cock and balls. Craig’s endowment could be palmed by the dragon with space to spare, so comparatively tiny...inferior, just like he was to the dragon. He felt fingers knead his sack, slightly roughly to impose that sense of power on them but not so much that it didn’t feel good. And a clawed finger played with the head of his cock, poking at his opening and dancing around the head, getting him hard again in no time. Craig squirmed a bit, he wasn’t getting out of the grip or really wanting to, but that teasing was hard to stay still for.

That was all that was happening, though, Neves was just content to play with him...or maybe he was waiting for something more from Craig. It was hard to think, the dragon’s scent was all around him again, that musk that was almost giving him life now, and the power he was feeling from the dragon against him, that muscled body so strong against him and toying with him, when all he wanted was more. After a few minutes, he was achingly hard and in need of something more...the dragon’s touch was divine, but his body craved something more, the intensity that he knew Neves had. And he could feel it as well, the dragon was hard again as well, pushed out of his slit and rubbing those thick cocks against his backside, their presence teasing him beyond his limit. “N-neves...please…”

“Please, what?”

“P-please...I n-neeeeeeed you…”

A quiet growl of dripping debauchery rumbled through Neves’s chest, making Craig feel it as much as hear it. “You’re going to have to be much more clear than that, little human…”

The dragon was milking it for all it was worth...but then again, didn’t he deserve to hear it? Craig knew what he wanted, Neves probably could already tell what Craig wanted, there was no point in dancing around it. “Neves, fuck me...please…as h-hard...as you can...”

Neves didn’t respond verbally, but he did respond - Craig suddenly felt himself dragged under the dragon, pinned to the bed under that heavy weight, with those cocks humping forcefully against his glutes. He pushed back into them, reveling in the heat and wetness against his rear end, promising so much more. He wanted them more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life, what a departure from before...but they were so good, so wonderful, how could he not?

He felt the rubbing stop, and the tips draw closer together...Neves was readying for entry, and he wasn’t going halfway. Now that Craig wanted him to, he wanted, needed, CRAVED both of them, no matter how it would feel. He couldn’t have stretched himself enough for that, but he felt his rear getting looser by the moment, a strange warmth running through it...no doubt Neves’s magic making sure there would be no trouble. He wanted as much of that as he could get, he wanted to feel everything that Neves had to offer, as hard as he could go.

Finally the dragon pushed, and Craig felt his ass part forcefully around those staves. It was a devastating stretch, he could feel his body fighting to warp around them and accommodate them under the spell...it was painless, but it felt enormously strange, his rear expanded far beyond what it realistically should have been. And as Neves slipped deeper, that strangeness went further inside him, his body shifting to handle what he was being offered. Craig tried to relax as much as possible, even with the effect of the magic he was sure it would help, and indeed he was feeling better and better the more he let Neves be the only source of tension.

His gut was bulged out rather obscenely as he felt the knots press up against his rear...they were all the way in. And Craig was certain that he would have cum already if he hadn’t gone off twice within the last couple hours…as it was, he was barely holding back, twitching and tense down there like he was going to pop off. And then he felt a strange warmth and tension down there as well, shuddering as he felt himself reach that crest and get stopped. Neves had to have done something to keep him from releasing...and he didn’t mind at all. In fact he loved it, he wasn’t going to be worn out before Neves had his chance to do what he wanted.

The dragon started to hump in and out, slowly but powerfully, making Craig moan over and over as those thick staves rubbed over every single part of his bowels and hit sensitive spots he didn’t even know existed. And the ones that he did were getting worked over even more...pleasure coursed through him with every motion, making him clutch the covers and squirm under the relentless, methodical assault on his ass. His own little prick throbbed endlessly, trying to get him to a climax that was being held away from him, amplifying every little bit of pleasure he was getting.

And it only got better as Neves got a little faster, and he was starting to feel the heat from the friction of those cocks against his innards. Even with all the pre he was shooting, Neves was still not terribly slick, the fluid had very little space to spread around and most of where it was spreading was between his own twins, which didn’t lube Craig up that much. But that heat felt as good as anything else, Craig almost didn’t want it to be wetter, he felt it so much more, that strength and power to take him this way…

The words slipped out before he even realized they were coming. “H-harder, master…”

Neves stopped, pushed in as much as he could be without those knots as he registered the words. “Heh...master, is it?”

Only then did it click for Craig. He had said that, hadn’t he? But...he’d said it himself, he’d never been ordered to do it. Was that what he actually wanted? It must have been...it was in line with everything else, going from hostile to wanting Neves, wanting his cocks, wanting his control. He’d fallen into it so easily, and it was so good…

Neves was reaching for a drawer on the nightstand next to the bed, and Craig looked over curiously. That clawed hand retrieved something that make his heart skip a beat - a collar and leash. Human-sized.

“Gotta say...it took less time than I thought. Heh, I thought it was just some silly joke when my dragon buddies said you can always tell who really wants to be a dragon’s pet...but I could tell pretty easily with you. Was tough waiting for the moment where I could show you just how much you wanted it...lucky me, I’m patient.”

Those words...Craig never realized that Neves had ever paid attention to him. But that wasn’t the only thing to come out...had he really wanted to be a dragon’s pet all this time and never realized it? He’d always envied dragons more than anything, maybe that was a sign...maybe once he’d had that notion that he could compete stripped away, he was left with the thing that he really wanted all this time. Maybe all his anger was just because he refused to accept what he really wanted and what he really was…

Suddenly he was being turned. He cried out as he was rotated on those twin staves, his body lighting up with heat and pleasure as he was made to face the dragon. And then Neves was turning as well, spinning around on the bed so that he was on his back and Craig was more sitting on him. It gave the human a chance to look down...oh, he was SO stretched in his gut, it made his cock twitch a little more.

He looked back up, and saw the collar held out in front of him. “You want your master to go harder? Then you need to truly accept me as your master. You’ll feel everything you’ve been feeling and more, and it won’t wear off...so sometimes I’ll make you obey me, rather than just letting you do it yourself. But I already can tell...you like that, too, don’t you?”

And Craig realized he did. He liked it when Neves told him what to do. And he was still under that influence now… “Y-yes...please…I...I want…”

Neves’s grin broadened. Craig’s plea was all too clear...he didn’t just want to put it on, he wanted to be ordered. With a deep, forceful growl to his voice, he gave Craig just what he desired. “Put the collar on, pet.”

It felt oddly liberating to be commanded, like another person took over...except Craig knew that it wasn’t another person, it was him at its purest form. He reached out, took the collar, and snapped it around his neck, shivering a bit as he felt the warmth from its magic passing through him. It was done...he was officially Neves’s pet. And he realized that feeling welling within him was pure, unabashed happiness. He really had wanted this, all this time...and now he had it. Nothing more to worry about with his complexes, just the freedom to enjoy himself in servitude under this majestic creature.

They weren’t done, though...they still had a fuck to finish. And Neves was going to finish it in style - he quickly hooked the leash to Craig’s collar, and held it fairly taut with one hand while the other lifted the human up effortlessly and then slammed him back down, much harder than he’d been going before. Craig cried out in bliss - he’d almost forgotten the plea that had led to this, for Neves to go harder. The dragon was giving him all that and then some now.

His voice was breathless, barely able to keep up with the moans and caterwauls he was giving off as Neves really laid into him now. The dragon was using him like a toy, one clawed hand clutched tight and pulling him up and down with a speed and intensity that Craig himself could never have matched on his own, while the other kept that leash tight and the human pulled forward a bit, driving home the presence of the collar that had been used to stake his claim. He was really putting the pressure on with those knots now, determined to drive them in and fully claim the bitch, and Craig wanted that so badly, was certain beyond anything that that would release the block on his own orgasm.

He couldn’t really do anything to speed it up himself, he was putty in Neves’s hands, but that was just fine. The more he let Neves do, the more energized he felt, deferring to the dragon was so desirable, so exciting...he could feel his heard pounding, it felt like those cocks were reaching that deep, he wondered if Neves could feel that in his tools, how thrilled Craig was at everything that had happened. Though everything else was probably already telling him that…

Suddenly Neves grabbed with the leash hand as well, and drove Craig down bodily onto his cocks, his knot distorting the human’s body as it battered its way inside. As soon as it was in, Craig’s eyes rolled back and he released, a pitiful and pathetic dribble worthy of only a pet spilling onto that scaled body...and then came the grand finale. Neves reared his head back, and Craig felt his heart skip again as a geyser of fire bellowed out, scorching the ceiling. At the same time, the first great double-gush of dragoncum filled him, and then the second...and Craig was lost to the pleasure, overwhelmed by the heat and the pressure, slumping limply as he was pumped full of every bit of seed that Neves had to offer. It made the one he’d swallowed seem paltry, that knot had his ass perfectly sealed, guaranteeing that every drop continued to that added swell in Craig’s gut, making him balloon out and look gravid with a clutch of a couple dozen eggs. And even that felt wonderful, that intense bloat in his gut was pleasant and hot, it gave him a comfort on a deeper level than he thought possible.

Neves pulled the leash, making Craig topple forward onto his body. The human was a panting, shaky, sweaty mess with a very rounded belly and no energy left to rise up. He barely managed to get out three words: “Thank...you...master…”

The dragon stroked the human’s head. “You’re welcome, pet...this is only the first time you’ll get to enjoy this. You’ll have a lot more to look forward to...heh. You’re gonna get used to sleeping on my knot…”

Tiredly, Craig nodded his head against that scaled body. He was so tired, and already starting to drift off...hopefully he would gain more stamina to keep up with Neves, even if he could never match the dragon he didn’t want to fail to please his master by being unable to keep up. But if Neves wanted that, he would no doubt make it happen...and Craig would be happy to comply.