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“Come on, hurry up!”

“I’m trying! Jeez, lay off!”

“I’m not gonna lay off! Do you want them catching up?”

“No, but I can only go so fast! If I trip, I’ll be even slower!”

Asher growled impatiently. His human companion had a point, but that didn’t make it any less stressful. He would’ve just gone on ahead if it wasn’t for the chained manacles binding his arm to Bern’s. That was more than an inconvenience, it was designed to slow them down in such an event as what they were perpetrating. “You know the warden’s gonna be nipping at our heels as soon as he can! I don’t care what you have to do to get moving faster, just do it!”

“I said I was trying!” Bern wasn’t in the best shape, he knew, but even if he was fitter he couldn’t hope to keep up with a dragon. Even the shrimpier ones were built like athletes, and Asher was much bigger than that. Dwarfing him by a good two feet and a good bit of weight, all in muscle at that, he stuck out anywhere.

Which wasn’t a good thing in a jailbreak.

“I swear, if you get us caught again-”

“If you’re that antsy, why don’t you just carry me?”

“Oh, fuck you! That’ll just slow ME down!”

“And that’s different from how we’re going HOW?”

“Because this way I don’t have to look like a fucking mount!” Asher snapped. Pride was a bit of a thing among a lot of dragons, and Asher was no different - they didn’t like to be seen as putting themselves below other races, especially humans, for whom they had a bit of lingering disdain for their weaker bodies. Toting humans around was considered demeaning, and very few dragons would willingly consider something like that. Which was partly why Bern suggested it, repaying the dragon’s complaining with a bit of his own prodding. He had nothing against dragons in general, but if Asher was going to bitch at him, he might as well do something to earn it.

The two of them were crashing through the thick brush, trying to find a place to hide in the woods well outside the prison. They’d already been running for several miles, having escaped just over two hours ago, and even Asher was starting to feel the wear on his body. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping them going, and that wasn’t going to last forever. After a while, they finally came to a pause deep in the woods near a creek.

“You think if we follow this, we’ll find a bigger body of water?” Bern asked, panting hard.

“Hell if I know. Might be our best option, except I don’t trust these chains not to drag us to the bottom if we try to swim.” Asher snorted and took a seat, leaning against a tree. “We’ll find out soon enough, I’m sure. Catch your breath quick, because we’re not sticking around long.”

“Fine, I’ll try.” Bern slumped down against the other side of the tree, trying to quell the frustration he was feeling with the dragon. “Really looking forward to hearing you complain about how slow I am over and over again.”

“Maybe stop being so slow and you won’t have to hear about it.” It was fair to say that Asher and Bern were not friends. Apart from having very different physiques and lifestyles, they clashed in personality, grating on each other every moment that they were together. In fact, their being chained together was largely due to this - keeping them in proximity was a good way for the prison guards to get amusement out of them and make it harder for them to work together. Unfortunately for them, harder didn’t mean impossible.

“How close do you think they are?”

“The hell should I know? I just assume they’re hot on our heels, because that’s what’s gonna be the worst-case scenario. I’m not going back there, not if I can help it...if I get the chance I’m getting violent on them if it helps me escape.”

“What, you gonna swing me around like a flail?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“And here I thought you didn’t want my help.”

“If I’m fucking bound to you I might as well make use of you. Maybe you’ll be less worthless as a weapon than a runner. And even those assholes might be freaked out by a naked flying fat man.”

“I’m not fat. Goony was fat. I’m just not in shape.” Naked was, unfortunately, not an exaggeration - neither one had a stitch of clothing on, nothing worn except the manacle which held them together. That wasn’t their own choice, the prison provided nothing for them to wear, not even the traditional orange jumpsuit. That was only one of the awful conditions they’d been subjected to, and one of the reasons they’d gone to these lengths in the first place.

Neither one of them was what you’d call innocent. Asher was serving a three-year sentence for felony assault, the result of a drunken beating he’d given to another dragon in a dispute over another friend’s personal life. Bern was in for two and a half years for illegal weapons possession and threatening bodily harm after he pulled a gun on his live-in roommate and his girlfriend for having sex too loudly, also a result of drunken misjudgment. Both had pled guilty, intending to serve out their sentences as they deserved to, and they had had every intention of doing so at first.

What they hadn’t counted on was Creedmoor Penitentiary. One of the worst prisons in the country, the facilities themselves were fine but it was the personnel that made it a nightmare. The guards were abusive and callous, not caring about health and safety and being exceedingly cruel to the prisoners. They would often withhold food and water, refuse them any sort of clothing, use beating weapons on prisoners without warning, throw people in solitary for trivial or imagined reasons, and generally treated everyone like shit. And they didn’t bother to rein in the prisoners when they turned on each other - Bern had watched his first cellmate get gang-raped but several others one day, and the guards watched and laughed and took bets on how many loads would get blown in him. If he hadn’t been paired with Asher, he was certain that he would’ve been a victim of the same...not that Asher wasn’t a risk for it himself, he’d boasted about how he’d screwed some other human against his will and gotten away with it when he was a teenager. Not the most comforting thing to hear from the dragon he couldn’t escape from.

The chains that held them together were another part of the terrible treatment. They did it with people they knew didn’t got along, making sure that their lives were miserable. In fact, the gang-rape victim had been paired off with one of his rapists, forcing them to share a cell and a bed together...by the time Bern had escaped, the guy had basically given in and accepted his position to keep from being utterly broken. Other mismatches had resulted in savage beatings or killings, all of which were unchecked by the guards.

Being a dragon, Asher thought he might get some extra respect given how large and dangerous he appeared, even though he didn’t have much of a violent streak outside of when he was drunk. But if anything, he got it worse, since they knew he was hardier and could take more vicious blows. The physical abuse on him was much worse, and it took all he could to keep from striking back. He’d seen what had happened to a prisoner who had dared to lay a hand on a guard - strapped down, beaten and tortured, kept in agony for hours until he was a sobbing, shaking mess. Watching that had convinced him he needed to get out, before he snapped and ended up the same way.

They had made their escape during a moment of chaos in the work hours. They’d been sent out into the hot sun to move rocks for some reason that they were never told, dozens of prisoners just grabbing the big rocks and hauling them into carts they would pull at the end. Out in the open, without any real restraint, it was easy to walk away, not so easy to stay unnoticed. But that day a huge brawl had broken out, one that the guards were having a hard time trying to control, and Asher had practically dragged Bern off while the craziness was going on. They didn’t know how long they had before someone caught up with them, but they both know it couldn’t have been too long.

“What’s gonna happen if they catch us, Asher?” Bern asked suddenly.

Asher growled angrily. “You wanna talk about that shit? What the hell’s wrong with you? I’m trying to not think of them as much as possible!”

“I can’t help it. Can’t get it out of my mind.”

“Fuckin’ hell. Who knows what they’re gonna do? Toss us in solitary, beat us and torture us, the same fuckin’ thing they’ve been doing to us already except worse? Probably gonna extend our sentences, but what the hell chance do we have to get out unscathed anyway?”

“True...I guess we’re fucked either way. What the hell are we gonna do? We can’t run forever. Should we try to find someone to talk to about that awful place?”

“Don’t see how that’ll do shit, if we don’t get turned in right away, it’s not like they’re gonna change anything. Everyone knows that place is hell, but fuck, we broke the law, apparently we deserve it. No, I wanna find a way out of the country...maybe some place down south, where they don’t extradite. Gonna have to get some fucking clothes first, get these chains off, but after that, fucking out of this country.”

Bern wasn’t so sure he could make it that far; a dragon had a better chance of getting things done without resources than a human. He almost wanted to ask if he could go with Asher, but that was unlikely to happen, the dragon wanted to be rid of him as fast as possible, and truthfully it would probably be less stressful for Bern as well if they were split up.

They sat in silence again for a while, not even looking at each other as they contemplated their fates and plans. Bern listened carefully for any signs of pursuit, any sounds of footsteps or dogs barking or people talking or yelling...there was still nothing, no sign that they were about to be caught, but he still wasn’t comfortable, it felt like any moment they would be returned to the world of terror that they had escaped from. But at the moment, all he could hear was leaves rustling in the wind, and the heavy breathing of his partner.

That was odd...Bern had calmed down from the run, but it didn’t sound like Asher had. He turned to the dragon, only to see a strained expression on his face. “Asher? You okay?”

“No...fucking bastards…” The tension on his face was growing, and that wasn’t the only area of response - Bern could see the dragon’s cock rising out of his slit, big and dangerous, the knot swelling rapidly as it pushed out. “Fucking...must’ve swapped my meds...I’m going hot…”

Bern’s eyes widened at that dire warning. Asher, like most dragons, had to use medication to keep their sex drives under control around other males; their natural drives to dominate were difficult to manage unless they were getting action regularly. Since Asher had been chained to Bern, he hadn’t been getting sex at all, and he’d been taking medication provided by the prison to keep himself in check. If they’d swapped that out, then Asher would have no control, especially after a long dry period...and it looked like that was the case.

The warning was pretty futile, though. Bern was trapped with Asher, there was nothing he could do to avoid him. The dragon was far too strong for him to fight off, and he wasn’t going to suddenly find a way to escape from the chains. All it really did was serve to inform him that he was about to become a dragon’s bitch, and probably an addict to his seed. In which case, he wasn’t about to be apart from Asher for a good long while. “H-hey...now hang on, you don’t wanna be forced to drag me around wherever you wanna go, right? Think about what this’ll end up doing…”

“I can’t and you fucking know it.” The heavy growl was accompanied by a jerk on the chain, pulling Bern to the ground in front of the dragon, his face nearly smacking into that raging red tool. Before he could struggle to get away, the dragon had wrestled himself on top of him, his huge, muscular body pinning him hard to the ground. Well, Bern hadn’t really expected him to be able to control it, he had said he was going hot for a reason...suppression for a long period followed by going cold turkey wreaked havoc on dragons. Asher probably didn’t want it any more than he did, especially not in this situation where it would slow them down drastically, but there was no helping it.

The dragon’s growls intensified as he began rubbing his dick along the cleft of Bern’s ass, spreading it apart and slicking it up. The tip pressed up against his hole, spurting his fluids into it, the warm liquid giving him a strange sensation as it loosened him up for the coming actions. At this point he wasn’t bothering to struggle anymore - there was no fighting a creature that was bigger than two of him combined. Struggling might just piss Asher off, and he would rather the dragon was in a reasonably good mood with him while fucking him.

Finally, Asher drove in hard, getting most of the way inside Bern in his first thrust, practically roaring as his long-denied cock tasted a hole for the first time in ages. Bern did his best to grit his teeth and not join him, but the forceful stretch inside of him was hard to endure - even loosened up he felt like it was splitting him apart. Dragons could take smaller creatures, but usually it was supremely uncomfortable if not dangerous without preparation...thankfully he was managing to get through the initial impact. At least it wasn’t outright painful, but it was something his body wasn’t at all used to - though, knowing his eventual fate, he’d probably get there eventually. He could feel his own cock stiffening, responding to the stimulation and the dragon’s chemicals...he did his best not to show the growing pleasure, trying for a moral victory, pointless as it was.

It would be hard to come by. Asher was hammering away at him without a care, his cock spearing deep inside his body and spraying his preseed wantonly throughout him. And he was absorbing it readily, making him slowly more vulnerable to the dragon’s control. The loud, vicious growls still dominated, but quiet moans began to escape Bern’s mouth as his head got cloudy, his body starting to relax a bit under the forceful treatment.

On some level Asher must have sensed this, because he began thrusting harder still, ramming his knot against Bern’s tight hole. The human, being as small as he was, was a wonderfully tight wrap around him, the pleasure sending him raging to new heights...his brain sucked it all in greedily, feeding on the pleasure and rewarding him more and more. No matter how much they tried to hold it back, a dragon would always respond primally to this type of sexual dominance - it was hard-wired into their DNA, and they could only manage it, never erase it. Once they had a taste, getting them to go back was extremely difficult, they were driven to seek the pleasure out again and again. The sight and scent of his new bitch was being analyzed on a basic level, and he’d have a hard time seeing Bern as anything but his bitch now...not that he would have minded that in the first place, it was actually a step up for the human.

Bern was breaking down, too. The moans were coming faster and louder, impossible to miss now, as his mind ceded to the reptile’s will. He could feel that massive swelling pounding against him, threatening to force him open wider, to break him in properly...he’d thought originally about trying to keep it out, but now, after endless shocks of euphoria from the ramming of his prostate, the rising pleasure from the stretching, and the chemicals invading his brain, he had no wherewithal to do so. In the end, he succumbed just as most did, giving in to Asher completely. “D-do it, Asher! Fucking knot me!”

The dragon heard, loud and clear, and he responded, rising up a bit and drilling down into the human’s body with incredible force, smashing that bulb against him until Bern’s hole could fight him off no longer. With a deep snarl, he plugged Bern up, the human’s ass opening improbably wide to accept him inside and snapping shut around the base of his cock. He felt Bern clamp down and heard him yell out, the force of the knotting triggering his climax, his seed spurting wildly onto the grass and onto parts of his body as well.

And then the surge came. Bern’s eyes widened as Asher’s cock shoot a huge glob of dragoncum into him, followed by another, and another. He could almost feel the force of it spurting within him, pent up for months if not years just waiting for its chance to come out. Powerful, virile, masculine, it rushed up inside him further than even the dragon’s cock could reach, filling space as it was locked in by the huge blockade, bringing with it the heavy dose of chemicals that would solidify his place underneath Asher. He welcomed it, squirming around and clenching down to milk him of every drop he could, trying to get himself as full as possible. There would be no moral victory today, but he would find himself hard-pressed to care once he recovered from the acute intoxicating effects.

Finally the shooting stopped...Bern felt ridiculously full, and there was a bit of a bump in his stomach, either from Asher’s staff or his seed. Overall, he felt a lot better than he expected...still noticeably woozy, but also quite tingly, the pleasure from his orgasm had faded but not died away completely. He felt Asher’s arms hold him possessively...usually he shied away from the dragon’s touch, but now it felt a lot nicer, a lot more desirable. He supposed this was how things were going to be for a while, regardless of whether or not their escape was successful.

It wasn’t going to be. Barely a minute passed from the time they had truly finished before several guards emerged from the trees, some with weapons drawn and pointed in their direction. In their position, escape wasn’t going to happen. Bern felt his face redden at being caught like this, but the embarrassment was purely reflex - the guards had gone as far as arranging gangbangs for unruly prisoners, they were no stranger to watching sex.

One of them, a rather large bear, stepped over to the two of them, snickering deviously. “Well, well, look what we have here...looks like the dragon finally got some fucking action. Guess we can cross that one off the list. Let’s get you two back where you belong.”

“Cross...off the list?” Bern asked blankly.

“Yeah. Taking care of a few bits of business.”

Asher’s jaw dropped. “You...you let this happen? You let us run off...so that I’d go nuts on him?”

“Yep. Looking to cut some costs...do you know how much drive control meds cost these days? Much cheaper to just get the dragon fucking some bitch on the regular, but you were taking your sweet goddamn time...figured we just needed to set things up right, and boom, you’d have your bitch, he’d go for it without trouble, and we can stop ordering that shit.”

“Fucking hell...what would you have done if we’d actually gotten away?”

“Was never a danger. You only had one direction to go, we had guys stationed there if you ever got that far. We’d just have taken you back and put you two in solitary together until you broke. Of course, it’s easier if you two are just on your own, so there’s no suspicion we were trying to set it up.”

“And we played right into your hands…” Bern said heavily.

“It’s funny when you fuckers think you’re getting one over on us,” another guard said with a bit of a nasty tone to him. “And even funnier when you find out you didn’t. Just like that bitch we tied with one of his rapists...thought he could threaten us with a lawsuit, now he’ll never even say he didn’t agree to it. Loves being the bitch, and helps the guys take out their energies in a way that means less clean-up for us.”

“Can’t believe you’re actually telling us this…” Asher growled. “You cocky bastards, you think you’ve set it all up perfectly, huh?”

“Yep, pretty much. You two aren’t the first and you won’t be the last. Now, are you gonna come quietly, or will we have to break out the big boy toys?”

“We’re fucking tied, not like either of us can resist for shit.”

“Good. Play nicely, and we won’t report this to the DA...won’t even have to add to your sentence. But remember, we’ve got long memories.”