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Staked Out for His Master

for Heru

by Draconicon

The eagle shook his head as he avoided the back booths of the club, his cheeks still on fire as he edged around the borders of the dance floor. Despite having been out of the club for nearly a week, Brad's memories of his last night here were still razor sharp. Just lingering on them for a second made his body tingle in ways that he didn't want to think about, and he had to think of ugly ladies to get his building erection to go down.

Damn dragon. I don't know what he did, but I ain't gay...I ain't like that.

Still shaking his head, Brad tried to calm himself down. So far, he hadn't seen any sign of any dragons in the club. There were some lizards here and there, even a komodo dragon, but no real dragons. The guy that had...done stuff...to him last time had probably gone back home, or found different grounds for his fun. There was nothing to worry about here.

He hoped.

Taking a few deep breaths and only getting moderate results, Brad began making his way towards the bathrooms at the back of the club. Maybe he could calm himself down with a quick splash of water or something. Worst came to worst, maybe there'd be some sort of gloryhole open towards the women's bathrooms on the other side. The thought of an anonymous blowjob made him grin; he hadn't had one of them in a while.

It faded quickly as he passed the shadowy back booths, the eagle having to force himself to walk normally rather than run past the dark seats. Anyone that turned to look at him was suspect, and he felt his heart racing for all the wrong reasons. He was a straight man that had been taken advantage of, damnit! He was not some sort of fag that wanted his ass stuffed with a big, hard...throbbing -

Fuck that dragon...

Rubbing his cheeks and hoping to find something to deal with the growing erection in his pants, Brad ducked into the first doorway he passed. He looked up from the floor -

"This...isn't the men's room."

Instead of a line of urinals and stalls, he saw a mostly empty room, filled with just rings in the floor and ceiling, a couple of shelves, and a couple of chairs pressed against the wall. A few rings had ropes draped from them, but the majority of them were empty, as if waiting to be used.

Not liking the look of the room, Brad started to turn -

"What do we have here?"

He hadn't even heard the door open. Gasping, the bird tried to pull away from the sudden grip on his arms, but they were solid as a rock. It didn't help that his attacker had pulled him off of the floor either, Brad's legs kicking back and forth as he was dragged forward. Or, rather, carried; it was that much a difference of strength, something that kept him from mounting even the least bit of resistance.

His attacker didn't stop until they were standing over one of the rings in the floor. Somehow, Brad felt a pair of cuffs get slapped onto his ankles, a spreader bar pulled through the ring and attached to the cuffs. A large hand pulled his pants down enough to expose his tail feathers and ass, and the bird blushed as his cock immediately throbbed, sticking out and pointing upwards.

"Look at you. The bird bitch remembers his place."

"Y-you!"

"Of course. You didn't think I'd forget my favorite little plaything, did you?"

Brad tried to think of a retort, but he couldn't come up with one before a gag was shoved into his beak, holding it open and keeping him from getting anything out. The only air he got were from the nostril holes in his beak, and as he gasped for breath, he was hit with the smell of sweat and musk, hard.

As the footsteps of his dragon attacker told him that the big guy was walking away, he tried to run. However, the spreader bar was attached firmly to his ankles, and locked on. He couldn't even turn around, forced to face in one direction, his ass pointed back at the dragon. He whimpered, the eagle straining to pull his legs free, even going so far as to scrape his ankles against the bindings in order to get out.

It was all for naught as the dragon returned. Bearing more rope, the dragon tied him down so thoroughly that he soon had no way of moving at all. A collar around his neck was tied to a ring only a few feet away, keeping Brad bent forward, while another set of ropes were tied to his wrists and secured to a ring in the ceiling. The simple arrangement kept him from being able to stand up, and also kept him from being able to reach anything but the sky.

He whimpered against his gag as the dragon reached under him, the scaly fingers rubbing against his cock. Brad shuddered, even as his shaft throbbed to full erection under a couple of short strokes.

"Heh, even harder than that night a week ago. Been practicing with some toys or something, bottom bird?"

"Mmph! 'Ck 'oo!"

"Hey, slut, remember who's got a fist right next to your balls before you go mouthing off up there."

Whimpering at the thought of that much pain, the eagle shut up. Of course, that didn't last long as the big, masculine hand on his cock kept stroking him. He shut his eyes, trying to think of something else, but it all kept coming back to the slow stroking, the slow teasing rubs that ran up and down his cock. He could feel every scale on the dragon's fingers, and there was no getting around the idea that he was being jerked off by another guy. He should have been going limp as a wet noodle, but it just kept getting harder.

I'm not a fag. I'm not a fag. I'm not a fag, he kept telling himself. The dragon was doing something to him. This wasn't his -

"Heh, better stop now. Don't want my little birdy bitch to cum yet, do I?"

I don't want to cum yet at all!

The dragon chuckled as he stood up, and Brad wondered just what fresh hell awaited him. He could hear the dragon's footsteps, then the soft scrape of something being dragged along the floor. What could it be?

He couldn't figure it out, even when he heard the thunk of something landing hard behind him, and his puzzling it out stopped as the dragon's scaly hands rested on his ass. He groaned, his feathery cheeks going red as his tailfeathers were raised and his ass cheeks were spread, and he could feel the hot breath of the dragon blowing against his hole.

"It looks like you've been leaving your ass alone, birdy. Bottom like you shouldn't be leaving it be; it makes you hungry. Crazy."

Brad tried to squirm away as the hot breath seemed to get closer, but all he managed to do was shake his ass back and forth.

"See? Hungry to be used. You should feed it, bird bitch. Bottoms that take good care of their asses get rewards."

What the hell reward could be worth tha-aaaaaat?!

He would have gone on tip-toe if the bound spreader bar had let him. Brad gasped through the gag as the dragon's tongue whipped along his hole, sliding over it and leaving him covered in spit in seconds. It felt hot and slimy, particularly as it delved closer and closer to the puckered center of his hole.

The eagle squawked in what little muffled way he could as the dragon licked him, that thin tongue lapping again and again at his asshole. His cock throbbed against his belly, leaking into his shirt that had never been taken off. He felt his balls drawing up already, and the dragon noticed it too.

"Heh, told you. A bottom bird needs to feed his ass, not ignore it. Look at you; you're already right on the edge."

The tongue returned before he could argue it, though there was nothing he could have said. He felt the forked tips rubbing against his hole, almost feeling like a pair of fingers as they tugged on it, making his wet, slick rim feel looser and looser. One of the dragon's hands cupped his sac, and he whimpered, his cock oozing more and more onto the floor and into his shirt from the stimulation.

He squawked again as the tongue slid inside of him, the dragon's forked tongue flicking around inside him like something out of a hentai movie. The eagle squirmed back and forth, knowing it looked like he was wiggling his ass for attention, but he didn't care. He HAD to move. He didn't know why, but the squirming...it...

It made it feel even better.

The dragon seemed to take it in his stride, and Brad closed his eyes as he was tongue-fucked. His hole clenched and squeezed on it, and he could feel his cock right on the edge. He was going to cum. This damn dragon was going to make him...make him -

"MMMMPH!"

He screamed against the gag as he came, squirting his load all over himself. His chest feathers and shirt were absolutely soaked as he came, his cock throbbing harder than it ever had with his girlfriends and one night stands. Brad kept squawking and squealing as he was filled again and again with that slender tongue, feeling spit ooze out of him onto his balls, dripping from there to his underpants hanging down near his ankles.

Then the tongue slithered out of him. The eagle panted as the ropes were removed, and he slowly stood up. The gag came out, and he turned around, seeing the big dragon smirking at him.

"I told you."

Brad grunted as the dragon poked his balls with a thick finger.

"Bottom. Birdy. Bitch. I knew it as soon as you sat on me, and now, little jock bottom, you know it too. And you know what you want."

The dragon groped his scaly balls, and Brad couldn't help but stare at the thick cock above them. It was so big, and he remembered how it felt to slide onto it before. He'd denied it then, but it had been what pushed him over the edge before. More than anything else, the feeling of getting filled had made him cum, and he needed it again.

He felt like he was watching himself step forward, his pants falling off of his ankles as he walked to the dragon. The eagle slowly turned around, lifting his tail feathers as he bent over and lowered himself. The heat of the cock pressing up against his hole made him blush, but also restored life to his cock, his shaft rising up as he slid down.

Brad moaned as his ass touched the dragon's balls, and he only barely kept from looking away as the dragon possessively licked at the back of his neck.

"Heh...my little bottom bird. Time for me to have my fun."

The End