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Attracting A Dragon's Interest

For Txeptirea

By Draconicon

"Latte with cinnamon, coming up!"

Xander darted from the register to the espresso machine, tapping the button that would get the coffee flowing while he got to work steaming the milk. No reason to wait, after all, the young wusky felt. Even if there wasn't a line out the door right then, no reason to keep any customer waiting. Particularly this one.

The Karen of a flamingo woman glared at him the whole time, watching him like the hawk she wasn't as he worked on getting her coffee properly flavored with the syrup, mixing the steamed milk and the espresso together, ensuring that it all came out with the proper foam and flavor. He put on a smile, best as he could, as he walked to the waiting counter. The flamingo didn't follow.

"Uh, ma'am?" he said. "I have your coffee here. Just need to know if you want whipped cream with that."

"OF COURSE I want whipped cream with that. I shouldn't have to tell you."

"Yes, ma'am, of course, ma'am," Xander said, feeling his smile go more wooden than it already was. He just hoped it wasn't too visible. "Right away, ma'am."

A little circle of whipped cream and a lid later, and it was done. The flamingo snatched it up, tilting it this way and that as if she was measuring it against some unknown metric, only to sniff and saunter out of the café. He shook his head as she left, biting off the retort that he wanted to make at her departure.

Well, hopefully she doesn't have any complaints this time...

He shook his head, taking the moistened cloth by the machine and holding it against the steam vent. Squirting it a few times to clear the channels, he wiped it down and took his place by the register again, folding his hands together while his coworkers continued stocking the sandwich bar and doing inventory for the cups and other things that they'd used throughout the day.

It was nearly closing time, thankfully. The Karen lady always came thirty minutes before they were due to start shutting things down for the night, and while he always hated the sight of her, it meant that the work day was almost done, and that was for the best. He was looking forward to getting home and out of his work clothes, and taking a break from the world before he had to come back and remember just how hard it was to be an adult out there.

Not as hard as it had once been, admittedly, but still hard. There were new rules since the Overlords had taken over.

Just thinking that made the wusky look out the window, half-expecting to see one of the dragons thumping down on the pavement outside. There were times when it seemed like they were summoned with any sort of half-negative thought, as if they knew when their subjects were thinking bad things about them. Surely, it seemed to happen most when someone bothered to complain out loud. It was why nobody dared do it, at least in Xander's circle of friends.

He shook his head, putting the thoughts away. To be fair, he hadn't really known much about the world before the dragons came through the portals almost twenty years ago. They had taken over and started changing the systems of the world. Some of the changes were less than great, while others were actually somewhat beneficial. For example, he didn't need two full-time jobs to be able to attend college. He just needed this part-time one, and even that was only about eighteen hours a week.

But they were still...temperamental creatures. He'd seen one while on a vacation last year, a big black one, come out of nowhere and make four muggers disappear in a flash of darkness. To his knowledge, none of his family that lived out there had ever found out what happened to them. The news was oddly silent on the subject.

Xander pushed that out of his head, too. The dragons might not be able to read peoples' minds, but that didn't mean that it wouldn't show on his face if one of them walked in. He doubted that they would in the last thirty minutes, but if there was one thing that being in food service had taught him, it was that the one thing that you hoped wouldn't happen always would. That was the way that the industry worked.

Shaking his head, he leaned over to start counting the cups at the register. He was halfway through the large ones when the door dinged softly. Xander looked up -

Oh shit...

It was a dragon, alright, and not just any dragon. It was the local Overlord, a silver dragon named Calpurnius. Xander recognized him from the occasional newscasts that came down the pipeline, where the Overlord would come to the press briefing room and talk about his plans for the region. Often enough, the Overlord was accompanied by whatever toy that he had happened to claim for himself for that week, and when that happened, the news often turned into a porn show.

Not that most people complained, but...still...

The dragon Overlord looked at him from the door, dressed in a black coat and a silver undershirt, with black slacks and bare feet. There was a slight sneer as soon as Calpurnius walked into the café, the dragon looking around the small business as if he disapproved of everything that he saw. Xander did his best to keep his face professional, adjusting his apron as he put on his customer service smile.

"Welcome, Overlord, sir," he said, bobbing his head. "Can I get you anything?"

"Space and time, for now," the dragon said, sitting at a table. "I'll sit here for now, until I decide what I want."

Anyone else saying that would have gotten a surreptitious glare from the wusky, but Xander knew that would be a bad idea. After all, it was the Overlord, and the last thing that he needed was to piss that guy off.

"Certainly, sir. We do close in thirty minutes -"

"Hardly. Stay open until I'm ready to leave."

"...Yes, Overlord, sir."

He turned his back to the dragon, but slowly so it didn't look rude. As he went back to taking inventory, he kept sneaking peaks at the dragon out of the corner of his eye, fascination overcoming annoyance as he looked the Overlord over.

Dragons had always been something that interested the wusky, even back when he was just a young cub. They'd seemed so powerful, so mysterious, so magical, and that last part was what had always snared his attention, keeping him from being afraid of them as some of the other cubs had been. Even now, as the Overlords, they were more tolerable to him than most of the other guys he knew because of that little fact.

Dragons could use magic, and he had seen them do it. They didn't always say why they did it, nor did they allow anyone else to study it, but they could use it, and that...

You're never going to get to learn that, he told himself, but that didn't stop him from wishing that he could.

The wusky turned around, looking into the metallic, mirrored surfaces behind him. It was always weird to see himself in the mirrors. He had features of both a wolf and a husky, and there were times when he wasn't sure if it was a good blend or not. He had the friendly face of a husky, but all the teeth of a wolf. Sometimes, all those teeth tended to show more than he would have liked, and he had to hope that he wasn't terrifying the customers when he smiled at them. His ears were more pointed, and his face slightly more narrow than other canines, but it wasn't a bad look, just odd.

He adjusted his apron again, shuffling in his sneakers behind the counter. Technically speaking, those sneakers weren't allowed in the café, as they weren't slip-resistant, but the manager never cared. He was allowed as long as he didn't flaunt them too much on the other side, or get in trouble.

So far, he hadn't gotten in trouble.

As the wusky reached down, pulling on the back of his high-topped, fluffed up, padded sneakers, he felt something...different. A tingle. Nothing more than that, which was almost more like an itch on the back of his neck, but he paused in the middle of adjusting his shoes to look over his shoulder.

The dragon Overlord was staring at him, and that stare promised something more than mere attention if he kept staring back.

Xander shivered, deliberately looking away from the dragon as a new customer walked into the café. He hurried back to the register, smiling at the wolf.

"Hello there, what can I get for you?"

"Yeah, uh, um...let me take a look here..."

Xander nodded as politely as he could, already mentally sorting this customer into the mumbler category with all the umming and uh-ing going on. They were always indecisive, and they always threw off the line.

At least there was no line this time, so the wolf could take all the time that he wanted -

"Mmmph!"

"Huh?" the wolf asked, blinking. "Something wrong?"

"N-no, nothing."

He shivered as he lied, hoping it didn't show too much. He had his customer service face on and everything, so he hoped that he looked pretty blasé about the whole thing. As it was, though, he was anything but.

Oh god, what the hell? What the hell is that?

It felt like someone had grabbed him by the dick under the counter, and not even the hole dick, just the tip. He could feel them pulling on him, dragging his cock out and making it hard, and then he could feel it darting about. Up, down, left, right, up, down, left, right. Each little tug made him hiss slightly, hoping that it wasn't showing through on the other side, and Xander leaned up to the counter a little more than usual.

"Any idea of what you want, sir?" Xander asked through teeth that were half-clenched.

"Don't rush me! And don't take that tone."

"Sorry, sir."

He kept his mouth shut, looking straight ahead as he did his best to ignore his cock being fondled and moved somehow. The feeling of his dick dragging along the back of his apron - and it was the back of his apron, because he had felt his zipper go down, and he had to spread his legs to keep his pants from falling - was not what he had expected at all. It was like a polishing, rubbing, stroking feeling all at once, and he was biting the insides of his lips to not make a sound while it was happening.

The wolf looked at the menu, making no less than four false starts in ordering before he finally shook his head.

"Actually, can I just have a water?"

"Bottled or tap?" Xander asked, barely avoiding a stutter.

"Bottled, of course!"

"$2.99."

"I thought water was free?"

"Tap water is, sir."

"Well, I want the bottle for free."

"I can't do that, sir. Can I offer you -"

"Fine, fine. Tap, then. But be fast."

The wusky nodded, pressing his hands to the side and turning around. He gripped his pants from the side through the apron to keep them from falling down, all while letting his face drop into a grimace as that feeling just kept getting worse down there.

It had gone from his cock bouncing around like a conductor's baton to his dick being forced up, throbbing hard, and being stroked. There wasn't even anyone there. It was just constantly being stroked, rubbed, teased.

He was barely able to keep from whimpering as he leaned over the sink, pulling a cup down from the side -

"I want that in a big cup!"

"All we have are these small cups for water, sir."

"Ugh!"

Mumbler, and an entitled one, too. Lovely. Xander would have hidden his groan better if it wasn't for the fact that he was getting jerked off under the sink, somehow. His cock was jumping, bouncing, his boner almost impossible to miss. He didn't know how he was going to hide this when he turned around, but he was going to have to think of something fast. There was no way that he was going to be able to pretend to be filling up a cup of water for long.

What the hell do I do? He's gonna see, he's going to -

"That dinky cup better be full when you give it to me!"

It was full to overflowing, but that invisible grip on his cock was making his hand shake now. He didn't know if he'd be able to hand it over without spilling it. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he'd be able to make it back to the register without dropping it.

But he had to try.

"One second. Just have to shut something off here."

He put the cup to the side, faking twisting something off and thanking heavens that the rest of the employees were busy in the back at this point. He pulled his cock back against his belly, holding it there as he dragged his belt around it, holding it in place. That wasn't ideal, but it would do.

Adjusting his apron, he took the water in hand and turned around -

And the wolf was gone. He could just see the customer walking out the door and back to his car, and it took everything that Xander had not to scream inside. The dragon Overlord was still there, still staring at him.

He wanted to ask what he had done to earn so much attention, but he knew better. One did not question the dragons. Ever.

Pouring the water down the sink and tossing out the disposable cup, he tried to get back to work cleaning the place up and doing the last-minute tasks, but there was only so much that he could do without pushing Calpurnius out of the café. He worked around the silver dragon for as long as he could, but eventually, the wusky realized that the only thing left to clean was the dragon's table.

Oh boy...

Shaking his head, he walked over, hoping that his apron was disguising his boner a bit better than he imagined it was. He leaned forward, looking down at the Overlord.

"Sorry, Overlord, sir, but do you mind if I clean the table?"

"I'm not done yet."

"Alright, sir. Do you have any idea when you will be?"

"That depends. When are you supposed to get off work?"

"...Technically, five minutes ago, sir."

"Heh, is that so?"

The dragon smiled as he slowly got up, making his way to the door.

"Then I better let you...finish."

The dragon's eyes flashed blue, and Xander bit off a gasp as he felt his balls suddenly start churning, almost like there was a hand under his testicles, almost like his balls were being pulled and tugged and manipulated from the inside. It was impossible, but it really felt like that, like he was being affected by -

Magic.

His eyes went wide as Calpurnius smirked at him, the dragon walking over to the front door of the café and passing through.

"You might want to get some wipes," the dragon said before walking out the door, shutting it behind him and turning to stare. The dragon's eyes were still on him, but Xander barely cared; he had bigger problems.

He hadn't been able to pull himself away from the table, and his hips were hunching against his will, almost like his body was trying to hump the table without him being aware of it, or allowing it. The wusky bit his lips again and again, his eyes closing tight as he felt his balls throbbing, churning, pulsing, almost swelling. He huffed softly, his cock throbbing and beating against his belt, almost trying to beat its way free of it, to keep throbbing and dancing.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck."

He gritted his teeth, a dark spot forming on his apron as he felt pre-cum bubbling from the tip of his cock. It was getting worse and worse as the seconds drifted by, and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to focus on anything but the feeling of his cock throbbing and begging to cum.

Yet, it was impossible. The stroking feeling returned, his cock bobbing, twitching in the prison of his leather belt. He looked out the window and saw Calpurnius watching him, the dragon's hand curled as if he was cupping a pair of balls, his other hand lifted up and twitching, flicking like his cock wanted to do.

The Overlord was using his magic to control the wusky's cock.

"Oh fuck..."

He thrust again, biting his lips, his apron starting to rise. A blue-ish light covered the bottom of his apron, and he couldn't stop himself. He thrust again, and again, and then the apron was out of the way.

His cock was revealed, dripping and throbbing, restrained like some bondage freak's cock might have been by a leather belt. It throbbed against his stomach, bubbling from the tip, pre-cum running down his shaft.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

Calpurnius met his eyes, and the dragon smirked at him. He mouthed one word, but Xander could read it easily.

Cum.

The wusky thrust once more, and white strings of seed went flying across the table. Messy, musky strings of cum that would take far too long to clean up. He kept throbbing, kept squirting, kept shooting across the smooth tabletop, his face burning hot as he was exposed to the dragon Overlord the whole time.

It didn't stop until Calpurnius dropped his hands, and if Xander had needed any more confirmation that it was the dragon Overlord fucking with him, then he had it. He rapidly dropped his apron, pulling his dick back into his pants and buttoning them up, and he ran for cleaning towels and napkins. As he buffed the table, he could see that the silver dragon was still watching him, could see the dick out of the corner of his eye, and he shivered as he imagined what the Overlord wanted.

Well, honestly, he didn't know what the Overlord wanted, but all things considered, it couldn't be good, could it?

As soon as the table was buffed clean, he ran for the back rooms. The other employees were waiting there, all of them out of their aprons, dressed in their normal clothes. They glanced up as he ran in, the wusky already pulling his apron up and over his head so that they didn't see the dark spot.

"Shift's up, we can go," he said, hoping that his blush looked like the red cheeks of hard work rather than embarrassment.

"You sure? The Overlord said -"

"Overlord's in the parking lot now," he said, interrupting the rat. "We can go."

That was what he hoped, anyway. He hated the idea of leaving his car in the parking lot, but he had a very clear idea that the Overlord wanted him for something, and from what had happened in the front room, he knew what it had to be. He had to be the Overlord's next boy toy, and considering how the last one had been used so hard, and in public fashion, too, he didn't want to risk that happening to him.

Everyone else filed out of the back room while Xander worked on 'filing paperwork', looking busy until they were gone. As soon as everyone else had left, he turned to the back door.

Technically, none of the employees were supposed to use it, considering that it was a good way to risk security for the building, but it was his only option. There was a bus stop four blocks down, and he could use that to get home and get back tomorrow. He didn't fancy leaving his car behind, but it was the only thing he could think of.

Xander ran for it, pulled the door open -

"Hello, wusky."

And there was the dragon. He stared at the big, silver-scaled male, unable to look away as the dragon unfurled his wings, twitching them left and right as if working out the kinks, and had to step back as the dragon stepped in.

"Hmmm, seems like you're all alone. A pity; I like an audience when I play."

"You...you..."

"Well, it will do."

Calpurnius smirked at him, fixing the wusky with a gaze so steely and powerful that the canine was rooted to the spot. Even if he wanted to try to run, he doubted that he would have been able to.

"Now...let's see..." The dragon looked him up and down. "A decent mouth, though obviously inexperienced. A certain amount of interest and obeisance naturally, always a good start. Hmm..." The dragon gripped his hip. "Rump's slightly lacking, but that can be fixed. But..."

Xander didn't have words for how humiliated he felt in that moment, or how nervous he was about what he would be made to do. He submitted to the fondling and the groping without a word, trying to keep his head on straight. With everything going on, he didn't know if he was aroused, if he was terrified, if he was utterly humiliated, or some combination of all three. All he knew was that movement and resistance was not the right tack to take at the moment.

The dragon pointed down at the purple sneakers that the wusky wore.

"Why are you wearing those...abomination?"

"H-hey, they're my favorite sneakers."

"Shoes in general are...horrible. But these..." Calpurnius made a face. "They look ridiculous."

The wusky's cheeks burned, but there was something else, too. A twitch. A twitch that he didn't want to feel, one that was right over his balls. Before he could say anything, Calpurnius cocked his head to the side.

"Oh? Is that why?"

"What? Nothing happened!"

"Oh, but something did." The dragon smirked. "Take off your pants, subject."

"My -"

"Yes, your pants. And your underwear."

He bit his lips, trying to find the willpower to say no, trying to find something that might get him out of this, but the way that the dragon looked at him, he already knew that he was doomed. He had been found out, and now it was just a matter of confirmation.

And besides, he could already feel the magic. It had taken ahold of his wrists, dragging his hands to the front of his pants. He bit his lips, trying to slow them down, but his hands moved on their own, under the dragon's control. The button came undone, then the zipper. His fingers moved to the waistband of both his pants and his underwear, and down came his clothes. He stood there in nothing but his shirt and his shoes, his cheeks on fire as his cock was forcibly exposed once more, and as it started to rise, so too did the blush in his cheeks.

Calpurnius lifted his hand, blue fires jumping from his fingers, and Xander gasped as his cock went back to doing the twitching, bouncing, dancing movements that it had been doing behind the counter, except this time he had to watch. His cock danced, thrust, bobbed, swayed, all on its own, as if invisible hands were directing it.

And then, he felt one such invisible hand gripping him through his sneaker. He gasped, and his cock jerked to full erection in the space of a second.

"There is the answer, isn't it?" the dragon asked. "You wear them because they turn you on."

"Mmmph...that's...that's..."

"Don't lie to me. It's easy to tell when one of your kind lies."

"What...a...a hybrid?"

"A mortal."

The dragon smirked, flicking his fingers up, and the wusky's balls jumped with his cock, pulled forward and swinging as if they were a set of metal balls on an office desk. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, making him all the more aware of the weight that they had even after that public orgasm.

The wusky shivered as he was dragged forward by the dragon's magic, made to march through the back room, made to show off his body as he moved from one point to another. Calpurnius watched him from behind, tapping his chin with his free hand consideringly, all while Xander shivered in forced pleasure, humiliation...and fascination.

Magic...he's actually using...

Even through everything else, the wusky's love of magic came back to him. It was there, strong and attracted to what was happening to him, even with the humiliation that came with it. He couldn't help but be enamored of what the magic could do, wishing that he had the power to do the same thing.

The dragon stopped him again, forced him to turn around. A few more flicks of those blue-fire fingers, and his arms were over his head, holding him as if he was in a bondage set, his wrists linked together, his fingers pointed upwards, pulled until he was standing on his tiptoes. The toes of his sneakers wrinkled in response to the sudden movement.

Even that got his dick to throb all the harder, and the dragon chuckled, shaking his head a few times.

"That's a little pathetic, isn't it? Getting turned on by your own shoes. Couldn't you get hard for a person instead of your own attire?"

"It's...it's just..."

"Well, it doesn't matter. It makes you firm and hard, and if I ever wanted them off, that would be easy enough to do."

"Mmmph."

"Or perhaps you wish that someone would jam your feet into pair after pair, would you? Forcing you into their personal choice of footwear? Controlling you because your choice in fashion is so..."

Calpurnius didn't even seem to have the word for what the wusky's sneakers implied, and that only made it all the more humiliating. He blushed worse than he had ever blushed in his life as he hung from invisible restraints, his body shown off almost in full to the dragon Overlord.

The silver dragon gave him one more look-over, reaching down and fondling him directly for the first time, then nodded to himself.

"Well, I think that you'll do."

"Do? Do for what?"

"Entertainment."

"...Your next toy?"

"Heh, oh, indeed."

"Come on...I...I have a job...I have school..."

"So?"

"So, I should..."

Grabbed by the jaw, Xander was made to look the silver dragon in the eyes. Calpurnius stared at him with that same steely stare that pinned him to the floor before, and this time, there was less of a smile.

"Are you saying that you refuse?"

"I..."

"You haven't even heard the terms, yet."

"...W-what are they?"

"Ten times what you're making here for income."

"Ten -"

"Yes, ten times. If you're making $15 an hour here, you'll make $150 an hour if you're working for me. If you're making more, I'll multiply that, instead."

Xander didn't have words for how low his jaw was dropping in response to all this. His eyes were trying to pop out of their sockets, his mouth hung open, and everything was spinning. If it wasn't for the magic keeping him upright, he would have completely collapsed already in shock.

"You'll also be given your own apartment, near my home, of course. That way, you can regularly be on call. You will follow all commands, and you will make sure that you do not displease me."

"...How do I know what -"

"Interested after all, are we?"

"NO! But...but..."

"Your cock is more honest than you are, barista boy," the dragon said, flicking the wusky's dick. "But that's fine. You think on it. I'll give you forty-eight hours to decide."

And just like that, the blue light that kept him upright disappeared. The half-naked wusky gasped, blushing as he yanked his pants back up. His boner made it more than a little awkward, but he managed to get them back on without zipping his dick into his zipper or something just as painful.

By the time that he looked up, the Overlord was gone. He shivered as he realized what he had to do, now, and what his choices were. The very idea that he could become a dragon's boy toy was so far-fetched that he'd never even considered it. He'd never thought that he was looked hot enough for something like that.

And perhaps he didn't. Perhaps it was just his reactions to being controlled and shown off that got the dragon's attention.

Regardless, he had been given a real offer. One that...that actually tempted him, much as he hated to admit it. His cheeks burned as he rubbed the back of his head, resisting the urge to tug his cock back out and stroke it off.

He's probably watching...

That didn't get rid of the temptation. In fact, it only made it more tempting. To someone like him, someone that got off on the idea of being humiliated and exposed, of being shown off, it was...well, it was a fantasy come true.

His boner continued to throb as he collected his stuff, shaking his head as he walked out of the back room. No dragon in the main part of the café, no dragon in the parking lot. Nothing between him and his car. Xander didn't quite believe it, but there it was. He walked out, locking up, and he did his best to keep his eyes forward rather than looking all around for any sign of the dragon.

He can't actually want me...

But despite that, Xander found himself hoping that the dragon did. The temptations were almost too strong to ignore, and the wusky actually wondered what it would be like to be forced to show off like that. To...to put his stuff on display...to shake it and show off...to be watched and enjoyed...

To see magic up close every day...

His cheeks burned as he got in the car, and he forced himself to focus on just getting home. He had forty-eight hours to think. He better get started.

The End

Summary: Xander, a wusky working in a café as a barista, ends up attracting the attention of the local dragon overlord. Uh-oh.

Tags: M/M, body control, forced orgasm, husky, wusky, wolf, flamingo, dragon, hybrid, masturbation, exhibitionism, humiliation, embarrassment, boner, erection, cock control, sneakers,