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Elsewhere in the building, another computer screen registered the signal and turned the room from a flat light green to a gently pulsing light blue, with the word ‘ACTIVE’ appearing in the centre. A shadowed figure, tall and yet leanly muscled, reclined further into a high-backed black leather chair, and gave a wide grin as it watched the first of several subroutines begin to activate in the buildings’ systems.\n\n=11ptInside the room, a bronze dragon with huge, bulking musculature was in the middle of a set of lateral pumps, with a resistance band anchored beneath his feet. The arms in question were two enormous barrels of muscle, with massive rippling biceps supporting rock-solid triceps. The thick fingers gripped the handles tightly, and each lift of the band pumped the arms into more and more firmness. Sweat beaded on the dragon’s smooth skin, giving it a soft sheen and running down between his glinting scales. He wore tight black workout briefs, made of a durable fabric that could handle both his sweat and the strain of his motions. A couple of discarded protein shakers lay on the floor beside his feet, having been thoroughly drained of their contents over the course of the last hour.\n\n=11ptFinally reaching the end of the 50-set, the dragon released his grip on the bands and let them fall to the floor. Stepping over to the benches and grabbing a towel, he let his gaze wander around the room as he wiped the sweat from his body. He had been surprised at the amount of expensive workout equipment in his room alone to start with, but in wandering the halls over the last few days he had seen at least 9 other rooms along the hall also had the same layout and equipment. The facilities here for the invited bodybuilders were top-notch, with comfortable accommodation and nutrition packages tailored for each competitor. Even if they were only hosting for a week, he wondered what this new organization was paying for this level of service.\n\n\n=11ptIt was only… 3 months or so ago that his trainer had approached him about this new competition – showing off an all-male line-up with more than $750,000 in total winnings. There were at least five other competitors that the dragon had seen around the halls, and probably one or two more that he hadn’t seen due to being on different schedules. Apparently the big names around the bodybuilding world weren’t invited, with this competition being touted as a way for the smaller names to show off their stuff without the usual winners snapping up all the prize money.\n\n=11ptThe dragon huffed through his nostrils at the thought of being invited for the minor leagues – it was never his intention to be a small time bodybuilder, but a few life circumstances and random occurrences had fallen in the way of his rise to the top. If only his last couple of relationships had gone smoother, maybe he would have had time for bulking up instead of chasing after partners who he’d never connected with. If only he…\n\n=11ptTossing his towel to the bench, the dragon shook his head and exhaled long and steady through his mouth. There was no time to be worrying about the past, when there was a competition right in front of him. He remembered the excited look in his trainer’s eyes when he agreed to sign up for this, almost like the trainer was more than keen on him entering. A win here would put him on solid footing for the next year at least, and that year could be the difference between the minor leagues and bulking up enough to challenge the big dogs in the yard. A small smile crossed the dragon’s face at that thought, imagining himself stepping onto the stage among the pros.\n\n=11ptThe bronze dragon moved over to the full-length mirror wall and appraised himself, looking over the pumped muscles and chiselled features staring back at him. He ran through his normal flexing routine pose-by-pose, with the practiced motions coming easily as they had in all his training sessions here. His body was wiped clean of the sweat, with no trace of salt across his skin – his water intake was clearly more than enough to support his exertions for the day. The familiar prideful feeling he always got showing off the fruits of his labour to the crowd were creeping in as he watched his reflection posing, imagining a sea of admiring gazes and smiles staring back at him.\n\n=11ptFinally pulling his gaze away from the mirror, he walked over to the wall-mounted 60” TV and pulled a pair of wireless headphones from their charging station right next to it. There was a speaker bar mounted beneath the TV, but having walked the halls the dragon knew that sound could be heard from a room if you were in the hallway, and this video he was about to watch demanded some privacy. He navigated the attached HTPC into the USB plugged into it, through the folders with his workout music and schedules, and found the hidden one nestled a few layers deep. Slipping the headphones on over his ears, he opened up the file inside and stepped back to get the TV in full view. The TV screen played out a scene in front of him he’d seen hundreds of times before, but never got tired of – a scene of two dragons engaged in hot, sweaty lovemaking, with a thick member being plunged in and out of a gaping slit.\n\n=11ptPretty much every body-builder the dragon had known kept their own pre-competition ritual – whether it was just repeatedly doing a specific flex, devouring some kind of snack food, or quietly meditating; they all did it seeking that last-minute boost to their mental and physical presence on the stage. For the dragon though, he had his own favourite last-minute way of ‘pumping up’. Slipping down his black briefs, his member flopped down from its former prison and hung low; a 6” hunk of flesh that was still flaccid, but already starting to pulse and enlarge with the dragon’s quickening heart rate. He ran a hand down over it, then switched his grip to cup his balls and gave them a squeeze. The heat and testosterone inside the dragon’s body started to rise, and he felt his balls swell with semen. He moved both hands up onto his rapidly hardening member and gripped it firmly, glancing down from the TV screen to watch as it pulsed and grew to its full nine inches. He ran a thumb over the head of his erect member and polished it around several times, slicking it with the drop of precum that had formed there. He could feel his heartbeat pound through his member, and started to pump both his hands along the length of it in rhythm with it as he stared at the scene on the TV. His muscles tensed and he felt his body flood with endorphins, as he rode the pleasure up until he would stop right before the edge, ready to step out on stage.\n\n=11ptSomething had been gnawing at him throughout this process, though… gazing intently at the screen as he masturbated, it was like he was focusing on different parts of the video to normal. He would always watch as the top dragon penetrated the bottom’s slit, ramming that thick member in and out; but it seemed like this time his eyes were drawn more towards the bottom’s hole, receiving that huge piece of meat and stretching… stretching out around it to take the whole length in. He could almost swear that something was off with the TV - whether it was the framerate, or the brightness… or was it the colour grading? The colours might be a bit off, that was probably it. He pumped his hands a little faster now, riding the wave of erotic bliss as he felt his member stiffen even harder than it normally did. The colour gradient of the image on the screen was just that little bit different, but the bodybuilder was too intently fixated on the rump of the bottom actor to notice now. His eyes glazed over and stared without really focusing, as his hips started to rock back and forth in time with the dragon rear getting pounded in front of him.\n\n=11ptThe dragon’s breathing became heavier and slower, and his hands slowed and loosened their grip slightly, so that his erection was now being moved by the motions of his hips instead. If he were capable of noticing, he might have seen the television brightness pulsing more obviously – but instead, he was lost in a haze of mental fog swirling around the scene on the screen. His hands slowly relaxed their grip and his arms swung down to hang by his sides, limp and unmoving apart from the occasional twitch of his fingers. A flood of subliminal images and messages were entering the dragon’s brain through his glassy eyes, and any resistance had been washed away by the pulsing binaural beats that were layered beneath the audio coming through his headphones.\n\n=11ptAs he stood there, held upright only by the subliminal command to stand and watch, his erection bobbed up and down with a combination of the remaining pleasure from his masturbation and the subliminal arousal being pumped into his mind. A glistening string of precum dropped down from the impressive 9” rod, reaching down… down… down until it touched the floor and began to make a tiny pool right between the dragon’s feet. The dragon’s mouth hung open and one thin line of drool dripped out onto his right pec, settling into a tiny droplet that rolled down and off onto the floor as well. Standing there motionless, with his conscious mind completely switched off and absorbing the programming from the lights and audio, the dragon could have existed there forever and ever, until…\n\n\n\n=11pt“Three minute warning, Mr. Rieter.”\n\n=11ptThe sharp rap at the door jolted the dragon out of his daze, and he quickly glanced over to see if the attendant had looked in. The sight of the closed door made him breathe a sigh of relief, and he took a moment to re-orient himself in the room. The television screen was back on a menu screen, having run the length of the video file; and the headphones lay silent around his ears. He pulled them off and placed them back on their mount. He wobbled slightly as he realized his legs were a little weary, as though he’d been standing up all day. Clearly, his special type of pre-competition preparations had gotten a little more intense than usual, but he was back and focused on things once more. However…\n\n=11ptThe dragon glanced down at his crotch and noticed that his erection was still very much there, and was taken aback at how far it was stretching the material of his black briefs to contain it. He thought that it must have been the alarm at the attendant’s knocking that made him pull the briefs back over his member without realizing it, in an attempt to hide it. There was a rather noticeable damp spot from where his precum had soaked into the fabric, and he wondered for a second if he should be removing them and changing into a clean pair. He slipped one thumb into the band of the briefs, about to pull them down and off, but it was as though an invisible hand prevented him from doing so. His hand instead moved back up and idly ran over his chest, taking a second to squeeze his pec and feel its firmness. He noticed that his nipples were quite hard, poking out proudly from his chest, and again a small part of him wondered if that were something to be worried about before stepping out on stage – but the thought passed, and he walked over to his bags.\n\n=11ptA minute later, his workout gear had been folded and put away in the bags, and the dragon looked around the room for any last-minute issues that needed addressing. Apart from the workout gear needing a wipe-down, which the attendants would see to, there was nothing left for him to do other than walk out on stage and strut his stuff. As the dragon glanced over at the mirror wall, his mind wandered into thoughts of what was to come; how he was going to step out, which line to take across the runway, the order of poses to do… Those poses, he realized, were quite sexy if you added in the right shake of the hips or turn to show off your behind… maybe he should incorporate a few of those moves? After all, he was here to show off his body, for the adoring onlookers – why shouldn’t he make the most of what he had?\n\n=11ptThe dragon lifted both his arms and flexed in his usual pose, admiring how his biceps bulged with each pump – but where he would have been stationary below the waist, he now saw his reflection shaking its hips ever so slightly, to cause the erect member contained within his black briefs to thrust back and forward. The fact that his erection still hadn’t gone down now no longer even crossed the dragon’s mind – it was simply another part of his physique that the audience had come to see, so there was no problem in showing it proudly. A drop of precum now glistened on the outside of his briefs, and he found it quite an attractive focal point to watch in the mirror.\n\n=11ptHe changed his pose to face away from the mirror, flexing one arm down low while bringing the other over his shoulder to flex his traps and lats. Looking over his shoulder, he now saw his reflection poking its rump out a little further than usual, swaying its hips left to right and showing off the ass that was perfectly framed by the black fabric. The dragon imagined the eager crowd reaching up and trying to grab a handful, to see for themselves how tight and firm his glutes were. Maybe some of them would even want him to bend over and show off a little more… just like in his favourite video, maybe someone would push him over and down, grasp both his hips and…\n\n=11ptYet again, the only thing that roused the dragon out of his stupor was a knock on his door. His eyes flew open as though he’d been jerked awake, and looking at the clock, he realised he’d been spending almost all his prep time ogling his own reflection. The mink attendant’s voice came through the door, informing him that it was time to make his way to the stage. The dragon glanced around at the room, and saw his workout bag still sitting on the bench; but in the back of his mind, a thought popped up that it was no longer necessary to worry about that. For a moment he wondered why not, but that was quickly replaced by the knowledge that he would soon be performing his act, and that was the most important thing in his world right now.\n\n=11ptOutside the door, the mink attendant was walking away down the hall. On his tablet, the map of the facility that had the dragon’s room had updated; now it was a solid green glowing “READY”.\n\n=13pt[color=#2e74b5]Chapter 3[/color]\n=11pt“Enter stage right, Mr. Rieter.”\n\n=11ptThis time the voice was not that of the attendant, but someone else’s coming over the backstage speaker – a voice with a deeper pitch, not overly loud but still very authoritative. The backstage area was quiet and dark, and the dragon wondered if there were meant to be more people around. As was the case with many of his thoughts now, it quickly vanished, replaced by the excitement of his upcoming performance. If one thing penetrated the dragon’s mind, it was relief that during the walk to the backstage area, his erection had mercifully subsided. His choice of music had begun, with a slow bass build-up working in a crescendo to accompany his stage entrance. He began flexing himself to get his final pump going, before walking through the black curtain and out onto the stage.\n\n=11ptComing out with tension rippling through the muscles he’d built up over the last 3 months, the dragon came out the curtained area already raising one arm in a curl – his bicep pulsing up and out to an amazing degree. Given that he had just been in a darker area, his eyes were taking a moment to adjust to the stage lights, making it hard to see the crowd. He had registered a podium to the rear of the stage, and that the stage was black-panelled hard foam. Regardless, he immediately went into his routine with all the grace and ease of his lifetime of practice, showing off the Adonis body he had worked so hard to attain. Tendons strained and blood rushed around his entire body, as each pose worked a new set of honed and hard muscles. Pec twitches turned to lat flexes, glute strains turned to a crouching bicep curl in a statuesque pose; not a single muscle group was left un-shown to the audience.\n\n=11ptAs he came to the end of his routine and the music dropped to silence, his eyes had finally gotten used to the lighting – looking out from the stage, where he had expected to see rows of onlookers and a judges’ panel, instead it was a darkened hall, several metres tall and sectioned off from the stage by glass. There were two stories of rooms looking into the stage area, each one segmented from the other into its own cube; each one looked very plush, with heavy velvet curtains between each part, and a large reclining chair placed front and centre for all of them. Most of the segments were occupied, with a person sitting in the chair shrouded in darkness – some had other silhouettes standing or kneeling beside the chair.\n\n\n\n=11ptTwo figures then stepped out on stage beside the dragon, flanking him on either side. One was the mink attendant that had been keeping the dragon’s schedule, while the other was the individual that had been watching the process on the monitors from the head office - a large lynx, clad in an immaculate three-piece black suit with a blue silk shirt beneath. Both of them were wearing a pair of safety goggles so tinted that their eyes were completely obscured from the outside. The lynx stepped out in front of the dragon holding a microphone and gestured back towards him, announcing his name, age and various other details to the darkened hall before them in his deep bass voice; the one that had ordered the dragon onto the stage over the speakers in the first place. The dragon’s brain took a second to confusedly realize that the introductions usually came before his routine.\n\n=11ptConcern washed over the dragon’s mind for a moment, and he took a half-step forward trying to see better into the dark rooms; when a bright magenta spotlight, angled 45 degrees from the roof directly in front of him, suddenly came on. The colour exploded in his vision, and it was like an explosion went off in his brain, with any and all thoughts and free will stripped away. His eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped open; his massive body went stiff and he snapped up into a frozen pose, still as a mannequin. It was though the spotlight was beaming messages of pleasure and obedience into the very depths of his brain through his open eyes. The lynx next to him bore a wide grin, and his introduction turned into an address to the people hidden behind the glass as to how the dragon’s fitness and bodybuilding regimen were an asset to anyone looking for a strong presence in their… harem? Had the dragon heard that right?\n\n=11ptThe light changed then, upping in intensity to a hot pink - pulsing several times a second and causing the dragon’s pupils to dilate slightly, instead of the pinpoints they had been under the constant brightness. Feelings of arousal shot through his crotch like electrical zaps, and his body shuddered back and forth almost in time with the pulses. With no concept of shame or modesty, his member once again sprang up into a full erection – bouncing with the beat of his heart inside the fabric prison of his briefs and feeling hot enough that it might catch fire. Precum started once again moistening his underwear, with a thick bead glistening at the very tip for all to see.\n\n=11ptThe lights changed for the final time, cooling down to a light blue and no longer flashing. The dragon’s body slowed its convulsions and his breathing returned to normal, although his body glowed with the reflections from the sheen of sweat over his body. The dragon’s mind slowed… slowed… all the way down until there was not a thought in his mind. The feel of the fabric briefs pulled taut against his erection was the only sensation he paid any mind to; no fatigue came from his muscles, no discomfort came from his sweating skin. The mink attendant reached up from behind and inserted a small Bluetooth earpiece into his right ear, before meekly stepping back.\n\n=11ptThe lynx then spoke again, listing off the length of the dragon’s cock in flaccid and erect states which, had the dragon been capable of thought, he would have realized that he had never given those out to the organizers – they had of course been measured during one of his workout sessions without him being conscious of it. At the command of the lynx, the mink attendant stepped forward and lowered a hand to the dragon’s crotch, delicately caressing the bulging erection inside the fabric and lifting it slightly, as though modelling it on a daytime show. A lithe finger tapped at the precum spot and came away, trailing a gleaming thread with it, while the lynx talked up the 9” hunk of dragon meat that would be yet another selling point. The lynx then indicated that the bidding was about to commence. The mink licked at their fingertip as both figures stepped back behind the dragon to a podium.\n\n=11ptStanding behind the podium, the lynx spoke of how the dragon would put on another show while the bidding was ongoing. The earpiece came to life in the dragons’ ear, putting out a low binaural hum in between spoken commands that came whispered from the mink’s headset microphone.  Although he was consciously thinking of nothing right now, his subconscious filtered out the words that his mind was now very attuned to. Through his haze, he heard someone the lynx that he was ‘programmed with triggers’; and then, clear as a bell, the mink’s words “FLEX BICEPS” rang throughout his empty mind. His body immediately obeyed – with barely any movement in the rest of his body, the dragon lifted his huge arms and brought his biceps straining into full view. His mind  now existed for that one order, and so he kept his arms flexed even while the voice started again.\n\n=11pt“KNEEL”. The dragon knelt down on both knees, still flexing his arms. “DROP ARMS”. The dragon’s arms fell limp to his side, with no will behind them. “STAND”. The dragon stood up once again, holding himself stiffly to avoid falling over.  The voice stopped and left only the dim hum of the binaural audio, although the lynx’s voice did penetrate the dragon’s ears with the amounts that were being bid on him. Quiet descended on the audience, with some electronic noises mixed in – dim lights were being shone inside the booths now, with the bidders being illuminated more than the spectators. Finally, one booth alone was illuminated, and a bell rang to signal the end of the auction.\n\n=11ptThrough the pale blue light, the dragon could see inside the booth to a large male Doberman, sitting forward and looking at him over steepled fingers, with a wide smile on his face. Standing next to him was another, lither canine; a Shiba Inu wearing nothing but a blue high-cut Speedo and a thick leather collar, with the number 3 on it. The Shiba Inu’s speedo stretched over a decent-sized erection, and was very clearly stained with cum, as a thick white strand was leaking out of the tip of his member and several other small drips were visible around the leg areas.\n\n=11ptThe magenta spotlight gradually dimmed, eventually turning off completely and leaving the stage lights as they had been during the bodybuilding show. The mink attendant tapped a panel on his tablet and softly said “Exit stage, and move to booth 3A. Remove headset.” The dragon knew that it was now time to walk off the stage side and enter that booth. His body moved on its own, his large fingers reaching up and taking the headset from his ear and letting it drop to the floor; then turning to the left and walking over to the edge of the stage, where there was a small staircase into the booth area. His erection was still full and proud, and bobbed up and down out in front of him as he walked.\n\n=11ptClimbing the stairs, he entered the darkened area, lit with mood lighting and abuzz with low voices and a few higher-pitched moans of pleasure from certain booths. A hand or two reached out and copped a feel of his shoulder and buttocks while he made his way up, but they barely registered in the dragon’s mind. Finally, he reached the Doberman’s booth and walked through the curtain. The Doberman had already swivelled his chair around to watch the dragon enter, and was fondling the Shiba Inu’s erection through the briefs, making the smaller dog’s body tremble all over. He ran a finger through the strand of cum leaking from the blue Speedos and moved it to his mouth, licking it off with the satisfied smile of a connoisseur.\n\n=11ptHe beckoned the dragon forward to a spot in front of the chair, and then the word “CUM” echoed through the dragon’s mind. The dragon’s body tensed up and he caught his breath, and his erection started spurting thick gobs of semen through the fabric of his black briefs, having been fully primed during his earlier pre-workout masturbation. It felt like more cum than the dragon had ever shot in his life, almost saturating his crotch and running down his legs. When he was finally drained of every last drop, the dragon’s massive shoulders slumped forward, completely spent.\n\n=11ptThe Doberman once again reached out a hand, this time swirling all his fingers over the dragon’s briefs and gathering up what was on the outside of the cum-soaked fabric, placing it on his outstretched tongue. As his mouth closed, his eyes rolled with obvious pleasure, and a huge grin broke out on his face. He motioned with his hand to the Shiba Inu, pointing towards the dragon; and the smaller canine sidled forward, holding another thick leather collar like his own, with a number 4 on the disc upon it. The deft fingers of the Shiba Inu fastened the collar around the dragon’s neck, and it was done. Mr. Reiter was no more, now there was only #4, the muscle-slave dragon.\n\n\n\n\n=11pt“I’m glad you like him – he’s a new acquisition, isn’t that right, Number 4?”\n\n=11ptThe Doberman, clad in a fishnet singlet and leather pants, gestured with his bare arm to where the dragon was standing on a plinth, in the middle of a well-lit lounge setting. The dragon was running through a routine of holding his bodybuilding for a minute at a time, sporting a massive erection while he did so. Today he was clad in a green bikini brief that was pulled so taut over his member that the base of his erection was visible through the leg holes, and the #4 collar that was worn so often it was now like a part of his own body. The dragon had been wearing the same pair of briefs for the last four days now, with daily and nightly sessions of masturbation through the fabric causing an enormous stained patch around the head of his member.\n\n=11ptKneeling before him, the Shiba Inu #3 was planting kisses on the dragon’s erection on the outside of the fabric, causing pre-cum to leak near-constantly from the wet slit. The canine himself was trembling with the pleasure that came from both his hands fondling his member through his own blue Speedo, which was his permanent state of dress – with a pool of cum forming beneath him as the canine constantly brought himself to orgasm over and over, at the command of the Doberman.\n\n=11ptOver the last few months, a small amount of the dragon’s sense of self had been carefully rebuilt by his new owner, using both pleasure triggers and long sessions of wearing a hypnotic visor. The dragon now knew himself as #4, and his days were a combination of workout sessions, tending to his master’s house and belongings, and pleasuring his master and any other person he was ordered to. He’d recently noticed that he’d been washing his master’s car particularly often, always in the tightest Speedos in his wardrobe while his Master watched from his villa’s front deck. Clothing was no longer something he wore day-to-day, as his slave uniform was simply the underwear his master picked out for him, and occasionally soft sandals if he was going to be walking around all day.\n\n=11pt“Yes, he and #3 get along well – I’d almost think my little puppy has fallen for those big muscles of his,” the Doberman continued to his guest. “#4 was my latest acquisition at the Fauna-sponsored event you see, that bodybuilding competition with the… ‘extra’ training regimen in the background. He cost a pretty penny, but damn if he hasn’t been worth it.” The dragon struck another pose, reaching one arm to the sky while curling his other bicep. His nipples poked prominently outwards, the result of long periods of rubbing and pinchingin bed and during his hypnotic training sessions.\n\n=11ptAs instructed, despite the Shiba Inu’s tongue expertly lapping over his erect member, the dragon held himself back from cumming. After all, the party wasn’t scheduled to stop any time soon.\n\nWritten by Skotavus, Drawn by Me~\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "=11pt“Twenty minute warning, Mr. Rieter.”

=11ptThe lithe, black-suited mink closed the door that he had just spoken into, and tapped a confirmation into his tablet computer that the room’s occupant had been notified, before walking down the darkened hallway towards an imposing wooden double door. Elsewhere in the building, another computer screen registered the signal and turned the room from a flat light green to a gently pulsing light blue, with the word ‘ACTIVE’ appearing in the centre. A shadowed figure, tall and yet leanly muscled, reclined further into a high-backed black leather chair, and gave a wide grin as it watched the first of several subroutines begin to activate in the buildings’ systems.

=11ptInside the room, a bronze dragon with huge, bulking musculature was in the middle of a set of lateral pumps, with a resistance band anchored beneath his feet. The arms in question were two enormous barrels of muscle, with massive rippling biceps supporting rock-solid triceps. The thick fingers gripped the handles tightly, and each lift of the band pumped the arms into more and more firmness. Sweat beaded on the dragon’s smooth skin, giving it a soft sheen and running down between his glinting scales. He wore tight black workout briefs, made of a durable fabric that could handle both his sweat and the strain of his motions. A couple of discarded protein shakers lay on the floor beside his feet, having been thoroughly drained of their contents over the course of the last hour.

=11ptFinally reaching the end of the 50-set, the dragon released his grip on the bands and let them fall to the floor. Stepping over to the benches and grabbing a towel, he let his gaze wander around the room as he wiped the sweat from his body. He had been surprised at the amount of expensive workout equipment in his room alone to start with, but in wandering the halls over the last few days he had seen at least 9 other rooms along the hall also had the same layout and equipment. The facilities here for the invited bodybuilders were top-notch, with comfortable accommodation and nutrition packages tailored for each competitor. Even if they were only hosting for a week, he wondered what this new organization was paying for this level of service.


=11ptIt was only… 3 months or so ago that his trainer had approached him about this new competition – showing off an all-male line-up with more than $750,000 in total winnings. There were at least five other competitors that the dragon had seen around the halls, and probably one or two more that he hadn’t seen due to being on different schedules. Apparently the big names around the bodybuilding world weren’t invited, with this competition being touted as a way for the smaller names to show off their stuff without the usual winners snapping up all the prize money.

=11ptThe dragon huffed through his nostrils at the thought of being invited for the minor leagues – it was never his intention to be a small time bodybuilder, but a few life circumstances and random occurrences had fallen in the way of his rise to the top. If only his last couple of relationships had gone smoother, maybe he would have had time for bulking up instead of chasing after partners who he’d never connected with. If only he…

=11ptTossing his towel to the bench, the dragon shook his head and exhaled long and steady through his mouth. There was no time to be worrying about the past, when there was a competition right in front of him. He remembered the excited look in his trainer’s eyes when he agreed to sign up for this, almost like the trainer was more than keen on him entering. A win here would put him on solid footing for the next year at least, and that year could be the difference between the minor leagues and bulking up enough to challenge the big dogs in the yard. A small smile crossed the dragon’s face at that thought, imagining himself stepping onto the stage among the pros.

=11ptThe bronze dragon moved over to the full-length mirror wall and appraised himself, looking over the pumped muscles and chiselled features staring back at him. He ran through his normal flexing routine pose-by-pose, with the practiced motions coming easily as they had in all his training sessions here. His body was wiped clean of the sweat, with no trace of salt across his skin – his water intake was clearly more than enough to support his exertions for the day. The familiar prideful feeling he always got showing off the fruits of his labour to the crowd were creeping in as he watched his reflection posing, imagining a sea of admiring gazes and smiles staring back at him.

=11ptFinally pulling his gaze away from the mirror, he walked over to the wall-mounted 60” TV and pulled a pair of wireless headphones from their charging station right next to it. There was a speaker bar mounted beneath the TV, but having walked the halls the dragon knew that sound could be heard from a room if you were in the hallway, and this video he was about to watch demanded some privacy. He navigated the attached HTPC into the USB plugged into it, through the folders with his workout music and schedules, and found the hidden one nestled a few layers deep. Slipping the headphones on over his ears, he opened up the file inside and stepped back to get the TV in full view. The TV screen played out a scene in front of him he’d seen hundreds of times before, but never got tired of – a scene of two dragons engaged in hot, sweaty lovemaking, with a thick member being plunged in and out of a gaping slit.

=11ptPretty much every body-builder the dragon had known kept their own pre-competition ritual – whether it was just repeatedly doing a specific flex, devouring some kind of snack food, or quietly meditating; they all did it seeking that last-minute boost to their mental and physical presence on the stage. For the dragon though, he had his own favourite last-minute way of ‘pumping up’. Slipping down his black briefs, his member flopped down from its former prison and hung low; a 6” hunk of flesh that was still flaccid, but already starting to pulse and enlarge with the dragon’s quickening heart rate. He ran a hand down over it, then switched his grip to cup his balls and gave them a squeeze. The heat and testosterone inside the dragon’s body started to rise, and he felt his balls swell with semen. He moved both hands up onto his rapidly hardening member and gripped it firmly, glancing down from the TV screen to watch as it pulsed and grew to its full nine inches. He ran a thumb over the head of his erect member and polished it around several times, slicking it with the drop of precum that had formed there. He could feel his heartbeat pound through his member, and started to pump both his hands along the length of it in rhythm with it as he stared at the scene on the TV. His muscles tensed and he felt his body flood with endorphins, as he rode the pleasure up until he would stop right before the edge, ready to step out on stage.

=11ptSomething had been gnawing at him throughout this process, though… gazing intently at the screen as he masturbated, it was like he was focusing on different parts of the video to normal. He would always watch as the top dragon penetrated the bottom’s slit, ramming that thick member in and out; but it seemed like this time his eyes were drawn more towards the bottom’s hole, receiving that huge piece of meat and stretching… stretching out around it to take the whole length in. He could almost swear that something was off with the TV - whether it was the framerate, or the brightness… or was it the colour grading? The colours might be a bit off, that was probably it. He pumped his hands a little faster now, riding the wave of erotic bliss as he felt his member stiffen even harder than it normally did. The colour gradient of the image on the screen was just that little bit different, but the bodybuilder was too intently fixated on the rump of the bottom actor to notice now. His eyes glazed over and stared without really focusing, as his hips started to rock back and forth in time with the dragon rear getting pounded in front of him.

=11ptThe dragon’s breathing became heavier and slower, and his hands slowed and loosened their grip slightly, so that his erection was now being moved by the motions of his hips instead. If he were capable of noticing, he might have seen the television brightness pulsing more obviously – but instead, he was lost in a haze of mental fog swirling around the scene on the screen. His hands slowly relaxed their grip and his arms swung down to hang by his sides, limp and unmoving apart from the occasional twitch of his fingers. A flood of subliminal images and messages were entering the dragon’s brain through his glassy eyes, and any resistance had been washed away by the pulsing binaural beats that were layered beneath the audio coming through his headphones.

=11ptAs he stood there, held upright only by the subliminal command to stand and watch, his erection bobbed up and down with a combination of the remaining pleasure from his masturbation and the subliminal arousal being pumped into his mind. A glistening string of precum dropped down from the impressive 9” rod, reaching down… down… down until it touched the floor and began to make a tiny pool right between the dragon’s feet. The dragon’s mouth hung open and one thin line of drool dripped out onto his right pec, settling into a tiny droplet that rolled down and off onto the floor as well. Standing there motionless, with his conscious mind completely switched off and absorbing the programming from the lights and audio, the dragon could have existed there forever and ever, until…



=11pt“Three minute warning, Mr. Rieter.”

=11ptThe sharp rap at the door jolted the dragon out of his daze, and he quickly glanced over to see if the attendant had looked in. The sight of the closed door made him breathe a sigh of relief, and he took a moment to re-orient himself in the room. The television screen was back on a menu screen, having run the length of the video file; and the headphones lay silent around his ears. He pulled them off and placed them back on their mount. He wobbled slightly as he realized his legs were a little weary, as though he’d been standing up all day. Clearly, his special type of pre-competition preparations had gotten a little more intense than usual, but he was back and focused on things once more. However…

=11ptThe dragon glanced down at his crotch and noticed that his erection was still very much there, and was taken aback at how far it was stretching the material of his black briefs to contain it. He thought that it must have been the alarm at the attendant’s knocking that made him pull the briefs back over his member without realizing it, in an attempt to hide it. There was a rather noticeable damp spot from where his precum had soaked into the fabric, and he wondered for a second if he should be removing them and changing into a clean pair. He slipped one thumb into the band of the briefs, about to pull them down and off, but it was as though an invisible hand prevented him from doing so. His hand instead moved back up and idly ran over his chest, taking a second to squeeze his pec and feel its firmness. He noticed that his nipples were quite hard, poking out proudly from his chest, and again a small part of him wondered if that were something to be worried about before stepping out on stage – but the thought passed, and he walked over to his bags.

=11ptA minute later, his workout gear had been folded and put away in the bags, and the dragon looked around the room for any last-minute issues that needed addressing. Apart from the workout gear needing a wipe-down, which the attendants would see to, there was nothing left for him to do other than walk out on stage and strut his stuff. As the dragon glanced over at the mirror wall, his mind wandered into thoughts of what was to come; how he was going to step out, which line to take across the runway, the order of poses to do… Those poses, he realized, were quite sexy if you added in the right shake of the hips or turn to show off your behind… maybe he should incorporate a few of those moves? After all, he was here to show off his body, for the adoring onlookers – why shouldn’t he make the most of what he had?

=11ptThe dragon lifted both his arms and flexed in his usual pose, admiring how his biceps bulged with each pump – but where he would have been stationary below the waist, he now saw his reflection shaking its hips ever so slightly, to cause the erect member contained within his black briefs to thrust back and forward. The fact that his erection still hadn’t gone down now no longer even crossed the dragon’s mind – it was simply another part of his physique that the audience had come to see, so there was no problem in showing it proudly. A drop of precum now glistened on the outside of his briefs, and he found it quite an attractive focal point to watch in the mirror.

=11ptHe changed his pose to face away from the mirror, flexing one arm down low while bringing the other over his shoulder to flex his traps and lats. Looking over his shoulder, he now saw his reflection poking its rump out a little further than usual, swaying its hips left to right and showing off the ass that was perfectly framed by the black fabric. The dragon imagined the eager crowd reaching up and trying to grab a handful, to see for themselves how tight and firm his glutes were. Maybe some of them would even want him to bend over and show off a little more… just like in his favourite video, maybe someone would push him over and down, grasp both his hips and…

=11ptYet again, the only thing that roused the dragon out of his stupor was a knock on his door. His eyes flew open as though he’d been jerked awake, and looking at the clock, he realised he’d been spending almost all his prep time ogling his own reflection. The mink attendant’s voice came through the door, informing him that it was time to make his way to the stage. The dragon glanced around at the room, and saw his workout bag still sitting on the bench; but in the back of his mind, a thought popped up that it was no longer necessary to worry about that. For a moment he wondered why not, but that was quickly replaced by the knowledge that he would soon be performing his act, and that was the most important thing in his world right now.

=11ptOutside the door, the mink attendant was walking away down the hall. On his tablet, the map of the facility that had the dragon’s room had updated; now it was a solid green glowing “READY”.

=13ptChapter 3
=11pt“Enter stage right, Mr. Rieter.”

=11ptThis time the voice was not that of the attendant, but someone else’s coming over the backstage speaker – a voice with a deeper pitch, not overly loud but still very authoritative. The backstage area was quiet and dark, and the dragon wondered if there were meant to be more people around. As was the case with many of his thoughts now, it quickly vanished, replaced by the excitement of his upcoming performance. If one thing penetrated the dragon’s mind, it was relief that during the walk to the backstage area, his erection had mercifully subsided. His choice of music had begun, with a slow bass build-up working in a crescendo to accompany his stage entrance. He began flexing himself to get his final pump going, before walking through the black curtain and out onto the stage.

=11ptComing out with tension rippling through the muscles he’d built up over the last 3 months, the dragon came out the curtained area already raising one arm in a curl – his bicep pulsing up and out to an amazing degree. Given that he had just been in a darker area, his eyes were taking a moment to adjust to the stage lights, making it hard to see the crowd. He had registered a podium to the rear of the stage, and that the stage was black-panelled hard foam. Regardless, he immediately went into his routine with all the grace and ease of his lifetime of practice, showing off the Adonis body he had worked so hard to attain. Tendons strained and blood rushed around his entire body, as each pose worked a new set of honed and hard muscles. Pec twitches turned to lat flexes, glute strains turned to a crouching bicep curl in a statuesque pose; not a single muscle group was left un-shown to the audience.

=11ptAs he came to the end of his routine and the music dropped to silence, his eyes had finally gotten used to the lighting – looking out from the stage, where he had expected to see rows of onlookers and a judges’ panel, instead it was a darkened hall, several metres tall and sectioned off from the stage by glass. There were two stories of rooms looking into the stage area, each one segmented from the other into its own cube; each one looked very plush, with heavy velvet curtains between each part, and a large reclining chair placed front and centre for all of them. Most of the segments were occupied, with a person sitting in the chair shrouded in darkness – some had other silhouettes standing or kneeling beside the chair.



=11ptTwo figures then stepped out on stage beside the dragon, flanking him on either side. One was the mink attendant that had been keeping the dragon’s schedule, while the other was the individual that had been watching the process on the monitors from the head office - a large lynx, clad in an immaculate three-piece black suit with a blue silk shirt beneath. Both of them were wearing a pair of safety goggles so tinted that their eyes were completely obscured from the outside. The lynx stepped out in front of the dragon holding a microphone and gestured back towards him, announcing his name, age and various other details to the darkened hall before them in his deep bass voice; the one that had ordered the dragon onto the stage over the speakers in the first place. The dragon’s brain took a second to confusedly realize that the introductions usually came before his routine.

=11ptConcern washed over the dragon’s mind for a moment, and he took a half-step forward trying to see better into the dark rooms; when a bright magenta spotlight, angled 45 degrees from the roof directly in front of him, suddenly came on. The colour exploded in his vision, and it was like an explosion went off in his brain, with any and all thoughts and free will stripped away. His eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped open; his massive body went stiff and he snapped up into a frozen pose, still as a mannequin. It was though the spotlight was beaming messages of pleasure and obedience into the very depths of his brain through his open eyes. The lynx next to him bore a wide grin, and his introduction turned into an address to the people hidden behind the glass as to how the dragon’s fitness and bodybuilding regimen were an asset to anyone looking for a strong presence in their… harem? Had the dragon heard that right?

=11ptThe light changed then, upping in intensity to a hot pink - pulsing several times a second and causing the dragon’s pupils to dilate slightly, instead of the pinpoints they had been under the constant brightness. Feelings of arousal shot through his crotch like electrical zaps, and his body shuddered back and forth almost in time with the pulses. With no concept of shame or modesty, his member once again sprang up into a full erection – bouncing with the beat of his heart inside the fabric prison of his briefs and feeling hot enough that it might catch fire. Precum started once again moistening his underwear, with a thick bead glistening at the very tip for all to see.

=11ptThe lights changed for the final time, cooling down to a light blue and no longer flashing. The dragon’s body slowed its convulsions and his breathing returned to normal, although his body glowed with the reflections from the sheen of sweat over his body. The dragon’s mind slowed… slowed… all the way down until there was not a thought in his mind. The feel of the fabric briefs pulled taut against his erection was the only sensation he paid any mind to; no fatigue came from his muscles, no discomfort came from his sweating skin. The mink attendant reached up from behind and inserted a small Bluetooth earpiece into his right ear, before meekly stepping back.

=11ptThe lynx then spoke again, listing off the length of the dragon’s cock in flaccid and erect states which, had the dragon been capable of thought, he would have realized that he had never given those out to the organizers – they had of course been measured during one of his workout sessions without him being conscious of it. At the command of the lynx, the mink attendant stepped forward and lowered a hand to the dragon’s crotch, delicately caressing the bulging erection inside the fabric and lifting it slightly, as though modelling it on a daytime show. A lithe finger tapped at the precum spot and came away, trailing a gleaming thread with it, while the lynx talked up the 9” hunk of dragon meat that would be yet another selling point. The lynx then indicated that the bidding was about to commence. The mink licked at their fingertip as both figures stepped back behind the dragon to a podium.

=11ptStanding behind the podium, the lynx spoke of how the dragon would put on another show while the bidding was ongoing. The earpiece came to life in the dragons’ ear, putting out a low binaural hum in between spoken commands that came whispered from the mink’s headset microphone.  Although he was consciously thinking of nothing right now, his subconscious filtered out the words that his mind was now very attuned to. Through his haze, he heard someone the lynx that he was ‘programmed with triggers’; and then, clear as a bell, the mink’s words “FLEX BICEPS” rang throughout his empty mind. His body immediately obeyed – with barely any movement in the rest of his body, the dragon lifted his huge arms and brought his biceps straining into full view. His mind  now existed for that one order, and so he kept his arms flexed even while the voice started again.

=11pt“KNEEL”. The dragon knelt down on both knees, still flexing his arms. “DROP ARMS”. The dragon’s arms fell limp to his side, with no will behind them. “STAND”. The dragon stood up once again, holding himself stiffly to avoid falling over.  The voice stopped and left only the dim hum of the binaural audio, although the lynx’s voice did penetrate the dragon’s ears with the amounts that were being bid on him. Quiet descended on the audience, with some electronic noises mixed in – dim lights were being shone inside the booths now, with the bidders being illuminated more than the spectators. Finally, one booth alone was illuminated, and a bell rang to signal the end of the auction.

=11ptThrough the pale blue light, the dragon could see inside the booth to a large male Doberman, sitting forward and looking at him over steepled fingers, with a wide smile on his face. Standing next to him was another, lither canine; a Shiba Inu wearing nothing but a blue high-cut Speedo and a thick leather collar, with the number 3 on it. The Shiba Inu’s speedo stretched over a decent-sized erection, and was very clearly stained with cum, as a thick white strand was leaking out of the tip of his member and several other small drips were visible around the leg areas.

=11ptThe magenta spotlight gradually dimmed, eventually turning off completely and leaving the stage lights as they had been during the bodybuilding show. The mink attendant tapped a panel on his tablet and softly said “Exit stage, and move to booth 3A. Remove headset.” The dragon knew that it was now time to walk off the stage side and enter that booth. His body moved on its own, his large fingers reaching up and taking the headset from his ear and letting it drop to the floor; then turning to the left and walking over to the edge of the stage, where there was a small staircase into the booth area. His erection was still full and proud, and bobbed up and down out in front of him as he walked.

=11ptClimbing the stairs, he entered the darkened area, lit with mood lighting and abuzz with low voices and a few higher-pitched moans of pleasure from certain booths. A hand or two reached out and copped a feel of his shoulder and buttocks while he made his way up, but they barely registered in the dragon’s mind. Finally, he reached the Doberman’s booth and walked through the curtain. The Doberman had already swivelled his chair around to watch the dragon enter, and was fondling the Shiba Inu’s erection through the briefs, making the smaller dog’s body tremble all over. He ran a finger through the strand of cum leaking from the blue Speedos and moved it to his mouth, licking it off with the satisfied smile of a connoisseur.

=11ptHe beckoned the dragon forward to a spot in front of the chair, and then the word “CUM” echoed through the dragon’s mind. The dragon’s body tensed up and he caught his breath, and his erection started spurting thick gobs of semen through the fabric of his black briefs, having been fully primed during his earlier pre-workout masturbation. It felt like more cum than the dragon had ever shot in his life, almost saturating his crotch and running down his legs. When he was finally drained of every last drop, the dragon’s massive shoulders slumped forward, completely spent.

=11ptThe Doberman once again reached out a hand, this time swirling all his fingers over the dragon’s briefs and gathering up what was on the outside of the cum-soaked fabric, placing it on his outstretched tongue. As his mouth closed, his eyes rolled with obvious pleasure, and a huge grin broke out on his face. He motioned with his hand to the Shiba Inu, pointing towards the dragon; and the smaller canine sidled forward, holding another thick leather collar like his own, with a number 4 on the disc upon it. The deft fingers of the Shiba Inu fastened the collar around the dragon’s neck, and it was done. Mr. Reiter was no more, now there was only #4, the muscle-slave dragon.




=11pt“I’m glad you like him – he’s a new acquisition, isn’t that right, Number 4?”

=11ptThe Doberman, clad in a fishnet singlet and leather pants, gestured with his bare arm to where the dragon was standing on a plinth, in the middle of a well-lit lounge setting. The dragon was running through a routine of holding his bodybuilding for a minute at a time, sporting a massive erection while he did so. Today he was clad in a green bikini brief that was pulled so taut over his member that the base of his erection was visible through the leg holes, and the #4 collar that was worn so often it was now like a part of his own body. The dragon had been wearing the same pair of briefs for the last four days now, with daily and nightly sessions of masturbation through the fabric causing an enormous stained patch around the head of his member.

=11ptKneeling before him, the Shiba Inu #3 was planting kisses on the dragon’s erection on the outside of the fabric, causing pre-cum to leak near-constantly from the wet slit. The canine himself was trembling with the pleasure that came from both his hands fondling his member through his own blue Speedo, which was his permanent state of dress – with a pool of cum forming beneath him as the canine constantly brought himself to orgasm over and over, at the command of the Doberman.

=11ptOver the last few months, a small amount of the dragon’s sense of self had been carefully rebuilt by his new owner, using both pleasure triggers and long sessions of wearing a hypnotic visor. The dragon now knew himself as #4, and his days were a combination of workout sessions, tending to his master’s house and belongings, and pleasuring his master and any other person he was ordered to. He’d recently noticed that he’d been washing his master’s car particularly often, always in the tightest Speedos in his wardrobe while his Master watched from his villa’s front deck. Clothing was no longer something he wore day-to-day, as his slave uniform was simply the underwear his master picked out for him, and occasionally soft sandals if he was going to be walking around all day.

=11pt“Yes, he and #3 get along well – I’d almost think my little puppy has fallen for those big muscles of his,” the Doberman continued to his guest. “#4 was my latest acquisition at the Fauna-sponsored event you see, that bodybuilding competition with the… ‘extra’ training regimen in the background. He cost a pretty penny, but damn if he hasn’t been worth it.” The dragon struck another pose, reaching one arm to the sky while curling his other bicep. His nipples poked prominently outwards, the result of long periods of rubbing and pinchingin bed and during his hypnotic training sessions.

=11ptAs instructed, despite the Shiba Inu’s tongue expertly lapping over his erect member, the dragon held himself back from cumming. After all, the party wasn’t scheduled to stop any time soon.

Written by Skotavus, Drawn by Me~

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