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"writing": "[b][center]The Power of Dragons\nBy Phantasmagore\n\nPart 1[/center][/b]\n\n“It’s gonna be fine, Jaxx.”\n\nThe dragon wished he could agree as he clutched the steering wheel even tighter. He wanted everything to be fine. He hoped everything would be fine. But he wasn’t optimistic enough to expect it.\n\nThe white-tailed deer in the passenger seat, Flick, kept trying to convince him. “Seriously, everything’s going to work out, babe. What’s the worst that could happen?”\n\n“I… I don’t know,” Jaxx admitted with a sigh. “But you have no idea what my dad is like. I don’t even know how to describe him. Stubborn? Judgmental? I… I don’t know.”\n\n“Then we’ll figure it out together,” the deer said.\n\nAs they stopped at a red light, Jaxx had time to glance at his boyfriend. Years of training as a basketball player had sculpted Flick’s body so that while he was no bodybuilder, he had a noticeable layer of strong muscles beneath his brown fur. Strong enough to show more than a few drunk idiots to be careful who they flirt with at frat parties. Jaxx allowed his gaze to wander down to the bulge in Flick’s pants before looking back up, meeting the deer’s amused gaze. There was little doubt that Flick knew where he was looking, but the playful glint in his blue eyes seemed to egg Jaxx on rather than rebuke him.\n\nWith his white button-up shirt and carefully ironed khaki pants, Flick was dressed to impress, despite Jaxx’s insistence that there was no need. Jaxx and his dad had a… complicated relationship. There was no clear bad blood between them, but there was always something off. It was like they were never quite on the same wavelength. He often got the feeling that his dad was looking down on him, as if he were disappointing some unspoken expectation.\n\nOnly a week before spring break, Jaxx got a call from his dad about an “emergency,” which the older dragon refused to explain over the phone. All he would say was that Jaxx needed to come home to see him. Flick, always a more perfect partner than Jaxx could ever deserve, volunteered to come and support him through whatever was about to come his way. They supposed it was as good a time as any for Jaxx to tell his father about their relationship.\n\nHe still felt a bit guilty for dragging Flick along on this trip, though. Flick was supposed to spend the break training with the rest of the basketball team, but he willingly took the heat from his coach for the sake of being there for Jaxx.\n\nThe coach wasn’t exactly understanding about one of his players asking for time off out of the blue. Jaxx went with Flick to tell him, so that he would share some of the blame. It was rough. He chewed them both out, his voice rising to a full-on scream a few times. He probably shouted every insult and curse he could get away with using, and he very nearly used a few that would get him in hot water with the school. Jaxx swore he could hear the beginning of the word “faggots” forming on his lips, but the burly tiger barely managed to hold it back.\n\nRegardless, they got through that ordeal, and there was nothing the coach could do to stop them, so now they were working on hour seven of this road trip. Jaxx’s back ached, his legs were cramping something fierce, and at this point, the green dragon would gladly endure whatever bullshit his dad had in store just to get out of this car. The only silver lining of it all was the extra time alone with Flick.\n\n“Uh… Jaxx?” Flick said. “Green light.”\n\nJaxx snapped himself out of his thoughts and hit the gas a little too hard. They were both thrusted back into their seats as the car lurched forward.\n\nThere were a few moments of awkward silence before Flick turned to him again. “Jaxx. It’s going to be okay. Worst case scenario: he’s a total asshole, but then we only have to put up with him for a few days.”\n\n“I know,” Jaxx sighed, “but I don’t even know why he wanted me to come back on such short notice. Who knows how he’ll react when he finds out about us? He doesn’t even know I’m gay.”\n\n“So, he might get his panties in a twist when he finds out. So what? He’d find out eventually, right? It’s not like you could keep me your dirty little secret forever.”\n\nGuilt pricked at Jaxx’s conscience. “…I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just… really unsure about all of this.”\n\nHe felt a hand on his shoulder. “I know,” Flick said. “I’m here for you. And if it’s as bad as you’re worrying, then we’ll just leave. We don’t have to stay any longer than you want to, okay?”\n\n“Okay,” Jaxx answered, a soft smile working its way onto his face. “Thanks, Flick. For everything.”\n\n“No need to thank me.” A more jovial tone leaked into Flick’s voice. “But how about you keep your eyes on the road? It’d be a shame if we died before your dad has a chance to try and kill us.”\n\nJaxx grinned sheepishly and returned his focus to driving. “Yeah. Good point.”\n\n[center]…………………………\n[/center]\nJaxx had almost forgotten how long the driveway to his dad’s house was. Having grown up in this place, it never even occurred to him until he left for college and realized that it was weird for the drive from the road to the house to take several minutes.\n\nAnytime he asked his old man why he chose to live out in the middle of nowhere, he was met with muttered half-answers and dismissive grunts. He guessed his dad just enjoyed the isolation. Out here, it was just the two of them, except for the times that his dad’s friends came to visit, which usually meant that Jaxx would be kicked out of the house so he wouldn’t bother them. If he was lucky, he might be sent to spend the night with one of the friends’ kids, but toward the later years of high school, those occasional nights of reprieve disappeared as the other teens joined the grownups’ social circle. Jaxx basically grew up alone.\n\nWith all of that loneliness bottled up inside him, Jaxx left for college the second he could. At first, it was rough. He hadn’t learned to socialize very well, so trying to meet new people was a challenge. He screwed up several times, and he could feel the scars of abandonment aching as he accidentally drove people away.\n\nAfter a bit of work and counseling, though, he started to get better. He made actual friends for the first time in his life. He met Flick at a party, and the two quickly found themselves spending most of their time together. Then, one night, with a spark of courage and a little too much alcohol, they had their first kiss. Everything seemed to melt away in that moment, and Jaxx felt a warmth unlike anything he’d ever known. He gave his virginity to the deer that night, and the rest was history.\n\nThose memories briefly distracted Jaxx from the worries floating around in his head. That was, until he saw the house. It was moderately sized and unassuming, in contrast to the massive plot of land around it. Jaxx’s father rarely flaunted wealth, although it seemed like he always had some extra money stashed somewhere, no matter what. Jaxx had no idea where it came from, or what his dad did when he went out each day, but, as with most things, he had learned that asking questions was pointless.\n\nJaxx’s dad really was an enigma. There was no telling what was about to happen. As he parked in front of the house, all Jaxx could do was take a deep breath and hope for the best.\n\nJaxx and Flick got out of the car just as the front door of the house opened. A black-scaled dragon stepped out, a plain white shirt and a pair of jeans stretching to contain his bulky frame. Both Jaxx and Flick were athletic, toned individuals, but this man was something else entirely. He looked a bit like a bodybuilder just after he ate a second bodybuilder. It was impressive that his clothes even managed to contain it all, although they were clearly straining.\n\nJaxx held back an irritated growl. As always, it seemed like his dad was showing off. Even when Jaxx was a kid, the older dragon liked to make sure he knew who was bigger and stronger.\n\nThe rest was also just how he remembered. His dad walked down the front steps with an arrogant swagger, a wide grin across his face. As he noticed the unfamiliar deer accompanying his son, there was a small, almost imperceptible change in his expression, but the smile never faltered.\n\n“Finally back to visit yer old man, huh, kid?” he chuckled as he pulled Jaxx into a bear hug. The air was squeezed out of Jaxx’s lungs, and he was basically at his dad’s mercy until the other male let him go.\n\nHis dad turned his attention to Flick. “And it looks like you brought a friend. Who’re you, buck?”\n\nFlick wasn’t quite ready for the sudden start. They had barely arrived, and they were already in the thick of it. “Uh… I’m Flick. I’m Jaxx’s… um…” He hesitated.\n\nFortunately, Jaxx was there to bail Flick out, and he decided it was best to just rip off the Band-Aid. “He’s my boyfriend, dad,” he said. “We’ve been dating for a while, now, and I figured this was as good a time as any for you to meet him.”\n\nHe paused to gauge his father’s reaction. The grin had gone, but his face hadn’t darkened in the way Jaxx feared it might. Instead, the other dragon’s face had an intense, but unreadable expression. Jaxx couldn’t tell what it meant. It was like that gaze was picking him apart to examine his pieces.\n\nSuddenly, the smile was back. “Ha! Good for you, kid!” He grabbed Flick and pulled him into a tight hug. He leaned in to fake whisper in Flick’s ear, “Coulda done better than my boy, though, don’t ya think?”\n\nFlick just chuckled nervously, earning a clap on the back and a hearty laugh from the black dragon. “Come on, kids. Lighten up!”\n\nJaxx could only stand there, completely baffled. This was not like his father. The usually stoic, prickly dragon was suddenly playing the role of the warm father figure. Something had to be up, but Jaxx couldn’t even begin to figure out what it was or why.\n\nFor his part, Flick did all that he could to be polite despite the overwhelming greeting. He smiled and laughed at all the moments he thought he should, nodding along as the older male started reciting stories about Jaxx’s childhood.\n\nMeanwhile, Jaxx was following in silence. This jovial, enthusiastic figure was not the man who raised him, and this act was more unsettling than anything he was expecting.\n\n“So, you came all the way here to keep him company?” his dad said, wrapping an arm around Flick’s shoulders. “That’s awfully sweet. He better be givin’ you something good in return, eh, Flick?”\n\n“Um, I mean, it’s really no trouble,” Flick answered. “I think we’re just happy to have some time off school to spend together. Besides, I was really interested to meet you, Mr.—”\n\nThe dragon cut him off. “I won’t be havin’ any of that ‘mister’ nonsense in my house. Call me Roy.”\n\n“Roy… Well, I’m glad to meet you, Roy.”\n\nRoy grinned. “The pleasure is all mine.”\n\n[center]…………………………\n[/center]\nTo Jaxx’s relief, the day went by without incident. Roy gave Flick a tour of the house, and then told the two to go out and enjoy the fine weather while he prepared dinner. The whole time, he kept that same cheery attitude that had Jaxx confused and on edge.\n\nHis whole life, it always felt like his father kept him at a distance, barely even talking to him other than to tell him he was doing something wrong. Jaxx had come mentally prepared for that. He wasn’t ready for this stranger wearing his dad’s face.\n\nHe told Flick all of this as they walked through the woods surrounding the house. Jaxx found himself leading his boyfriend through all the same routes he had taken throughout his childhood, showing the deer all his different hiding spots. These were his sanctuaries, where he could go to be alone and feel safe. He worried that he was just bumming Flick out by showing him all these things, but he couldn’t help it. These were the only safe spaces he had before leaving, and right now, he needed to recapture that feeling of security.\n\n“It’s weird,” Flick agreed as they stopped in front of a small shelter. Jaxx made it when he was around seven or eight to crawl into when he needed to get away. It was barely more than a few old branches stacked haphazardly against a tree trunk, but at the time, it was all he had to huddle in for security.\n\n“From everything you told me, I definitely wasn’t expecting him to be all, ‘call me Roy, kiddo.’ But we’re here, and it’s just for a week at the most. So, let’s figure out why he called you here, take care of it, and then go back to our lives.”\n\n“Yeah,” Jaxx said. “Right now, I’d really like that.”\n\nThe thoughts swimming through his head were soothed by the feeling of his boyfriend pressing against him. As Flick wrapped an arm around him, Jaxx felt safer than he ever had in that glorified pile of sticks.\n\nAfter a few hours of strolling through the woods and discussing their situation, Jaxx and Flick returned to the house. The sun was starting to get low in the sky, and according to their phones, it was about the time that Roy told them to come back for dinner. It felt a little early, but as guests, they had to operate on Roy’s schedule.\n\nJaxx was curious to see how this would play out. Ever since he was a kid, Roy never seemed to have much interest in feeding him. He was usually left to prepare his own food. With whatever weird act his dad was doing, though, it seemed like that wouldn’t be the case tonight.\n\nAs they opened the front door, a shockingly pleasant mix of aromas met them. Both Flick and Jaxx found themselves sniffing at the air, their mouths watering from the smell of a well-cooked meal.\n\nThey stepped into the kitchen to find a table covered in food. From juicy meats to sauteed vegetables, there was a wide array of options to choose from, and every choice suddenly had their stomachs rumbling.\n\nRoy was rummaging around in the fridge, the door blocking most of his body. His head appeared from behind it at the sound of their footsteps. “There you are! Right on time. I’m just getting our drinks; you two go ahead and pick your places.”\n\nJaxx and Flick sat down next to each other on one side of the table, both marveling at the spread.\n\nAfter a few seconds of fumbling with something in the refrigerator, Roy stood up. With the way he dwarfed the fridge, it seemed almost bizarre how much he had been hidden by it just moments ago. He made his way to the table with three black glasses in his arms, pausing momentarily to close the door with a flick of his tail.\n\nHe set one of the glasses down at a spot across from them, and then came around to their side to place the remaining two. A sniff quickly identified Jaxx’s as beer, but he couldn’t quite tell what Roy put in front of Flick. The dark cup made it hard to make out the color, but it looked mostly transparent. Flick smelled it curiously, but he only looked more confused afterward.\n\n“What is this?” Flick asked. “It smells good, but I don’t think I’ve ever had it before.”\n\nRoy set his hands on each of their shoulders as he answered, “Just a little something I whipped up. I can’t stand the stuff, but it seems like most folks love it.”\n\nFlick sloshed it around. “What’s in it?”\n\n“Eh, a bunch of plants ‘n’ shit. Aloe vera, all that jazz,” Roy shrugged. “It ain’t really for dragons, but I like to make it when I get guests. Like I said, everyone else seems to love it.”\n\nThe deer gave the glass a skeptical look before lifting it to his lips and taking a sip. His eyes lit up as he sloshed the mystery liquid around in his mouth for a few seconds. Despite how small the sip was, there was an audible gulp when he swallowed.\n\n“Oh, shit,” he exclaimed. “That’s really good. Where did you learn to make this?”\n\n“We’ve got a bunch of neighbors, and they all told me they like it, so I started serving it up at all our guys’ nights.”\n\nNow Jaxx’s curiosity was piqued. “Hey, Flick,” he said, “mind if I try some?”\n\n“Oh,” Flick jumped a little, as if he’d forgotten Jaxx was there. “Uh… sure.”\n\nHe passed the glass over to Jaxx. As he did, Jaxx felt his dad’s grip on his shoulder tighten slightly. “Easy goes, Jaxx. Like I said, most people like it, but it seems like it rubs most dragons the wrong way.”\n\n“Well, I’m not ‘most dragons,’ Dad,” Jaxx said, grabbing the glass.\n\nAgain, the grip on his shoulder seemed to get just a little more forceful, enough to cause a faint tingling sensation. “Ain’t that the truth…”\n\nJaxx lifted the mystery drink up to his snout and took a whiff. At first, the smell was pleasant, and Jaxx became curious to take a sip. Before he could really parse out the smell, though, it suddenly turned into a rotten stench, and Jaxx slammed it back on the table hard enough that it almost spilled.\n\n“Oh God, that smells awful!” he managed to get out between coughs. \n\n“Really?” Flick said, taking the glass back and sniffing it. “I think it’s nice.”\n\nRoy’s hand released Jaxx’s shoulder and began patting him on the back. “I warned you, kid. For whatever reason, we just don’t jive with that stuff, so I figured you and I should stick to beer.”\n\nGrabbing the glass in front of him, Jaxx took a big swig to try to cleanse his system of the lingering odor. He watched in shock and horror as Flick casually picked up his cup of poison and drank some.\n\n[i]‘Lunatic.’[/i]\n\nRoy took his seat across from them, taking a drink from his own glass before grabbing a chicken wing and dropping it on his plate. He looked at them both with his wide grin. “Now that you two are happy with your drinks, let’s eat.”\n\nAfter a full meal, the three of them had a relaxing evening in front of the television. Roy sat in a leather recliner, freeing up the two lovebirds to cuddle on the couch. Jaxx enjoyed another beer, while Flick decided to stick to the abomination that Roy made for him, downing a third glass of it by the end of the night. Jaxx couldn’t imagine how he stomached the foul stuff, but if it made the deer happy, then it didn’t matter to him.\n\nA couple of hours later, he and Flick were lying together on Jaxx’s old bed. Fortunately, it was large enough to accommodate two people, otherwise things would’ve gotten real tight.\n\n“I swear, there’s something off about this,” Jaxx insisted.\n\nFlick was quiet, mulling over the day. “Well… maybe this is a good sign. Maybe he’s changed, or he’s at least trying to be better?”\n\nJaxx wanted to believe that, but he doubted it. He knew his father, or at least, he thought he did. His whole world felt upside down. Flick could hold onto hope because he hadn’t spent his entire childhood being practically ignored, but Jaxx couldn’t. He just laid there and stewed in his thoughts.\n\nA hand caressed his cheek and turned his head toward Flick. [i]‘God, he’s beautiful,’[/i] Jaxx thought.\n\nThe next thing he knew, Flick’s lips were pressed against his. The deer rolled over on top of him, straddling his body as they kissed. Jaxx’s doubts and worries melted away. No matter what happened, Flick would be there to face it with him. With his boyfriend by his side, Jaxx felt like he could take on the world.\n\nThe kiss started to get more heated as their bodies rubbed against each other, and Jaxx’s pants began to feel tight. He was always struck by just how soft Flick’s lips were. They were perfect, just like everything else about the deer. Jaxx could never worry while they were holding each other, Flick’s body pressing down on him like a blanket.\n\nFlick’s hands migrated down Jaxx’s shirt, tugging at the hem and pulling it up. Jaxx shivered as the scales of his stomach were exposed to the cool air, but the warmth from the deer in his arms kept him comfortable. They pulled apart for just a moment so that Flick could pull his shirt over his head. Once it had been flung into the corner, Jaxx reached for Flick’s shirt, undoing it one button at a time until he could pull it off.\n\nThey were both quick to discard their pants as well, leaving only their boxers separating them from each other. Their lips met again, the kiss now almost frantic as their excitement grew. Flick rocked his hips against Jaxx, and the dragon could feel his lover’s bulge pinning his own clothed erection down. Heat rose in his chest and face until he could feel himself start to sweat.\n\nAfter what felt like an hour of making out and grinding against each other, Flick was the first to break their kiss.\n\n“Come on, Jaxx,” he teased. “Don’t you wanna do a little more than kiss me? Or maybe…” he pulled down his boxers, letting his throbbing, humanoid shaft spring free, “…there’s something else for you to kiss.”\n\nJaxx’s dick felt like it was going to rip straight through his boxers as he watched Flick expose the last of his body. The skin of the shaft was a pale, off-white color, matching the deer’s belly fur, but the head was a fleshy pink. At about 8 or 9 inches long and a respectable girth, Jaxx had seen more than a few predator males challenge his boyfriend’s size, only to be put to shame when they saw what he was packing.\n\n“Hell yeah,” Jaxx huffed. “Bring that thing over here.”\n\nFlick scooted forward above him until the buck’s member was throbbing right in front of his face. He took a moment to inhale his boyfriend’s scent: strong, but gentle and pleasing. Just like the deer himself. Without another moment’s hesitation, Jaxx parted his lips, inviting Flick to push inside. Flick happily obliged.\n\nAs soon as the tip passed his lips, Jaxx’s tongue got to work, bathing the head and taking in the familiar tastes. Flick huffed from above him as he sucked and worked the tip. The deer was already leaking his salty precum into Jaxx’s mouth, and he could barely hold out for a few seconds before he started to gently hump Jaxx’s muzzle.\n\n[i]‘Damn, he’s really worked up,’[/i] Jaxx thought as his boyfriend’s length thrusted deeper into his mouth. He rocked his head back and forth to meet Flick’s rhythm, working the shaft to encourage Flick to keep going.\n\nWhen he looked up, the arousal on his boyfriend’s face was all that Jaxx needed to feel tingles of pleasure running down toward his own groin. His boxers were being stretched by his throbbing erection, a dark spot forming as a drop of his precum soaked into the red fabric.\n\nJaxx felt the tip prodding gently against the back of his throat. Flick didn’t try to force it, though. He just kept thrusting into Jaxx’s muzzle as far as he could without pushing him too far. Jaxx, for his part, bobbed his head and sucked as best he could, gulping down his boyfriend’s pre. He reached up to stroke the rest of the length that wasn’t fitting in his mouth.\n\nMany people assumed that Flick was the designated bottom in their relationship because of their species, but they were dead wrong. Although Jaxx and Flick liked to switch every once in a while, it was usually Jaxx who wound up with his boyfriend’s shaft inside him. With how hung the buck was, how could he resist?\n\nHe took pride in those quiet, pleasured huffs that Flick let out as he gave his all to working that shaft. Even though he couldn’t quite get it all in his mouth, he was sure not to neglect any of it. Whether by tongue, lips, or hands, every inch was getting the sensual treatment Flick deserved.\n\nFlick was enjoying every second of it. He rocked his hips gently but eagerly, careful not to harm his scaly lover. As it went on, though, something felt off. A growing frustration began to intrude on the pleasure. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.\n\nJaxx breathed heavily as Flick pulled out of his mouth with a wet pop. “Hey, Jaxx?” Flick said. “Could we… try that thing we did on Valentine’s Day?”\n\n“I thought you didn’t like that,” Jaxx answered, puzzled.\n\n“Yeah, I know, but…” Flick glanced down, seeming oddly shy, “maybe… we can give it another try?”\n\nJaxx nodded. “Sure thing. Whatever you want.”\n\nHe turned over to reach down toward his bag, digging around until his hand closed around a small plastic bottle. He knew there was little to no chance of them getting through the week without needing to fuck, so he brought some lube to help squeeze that deer meat into him. He wasn’t expecting Flick’s sudden request, but this would be just as useful for that, too.\n\nHe handed the bottle to Flick, who was quick to squirt a hefty amount into his palm. He reached back and let out a soft grunt as his slickened finger slipped into his own tailhole. Even that small amount of stimulation had him leaking like a faucet onto Jaxx’s chest. It was a little unusual for him, but he wasn’t going to argue with the pleasure radiating from his backdoor. Once his entrance was thoroughly coated, the tip of Jaxx’s tail was next.\n\nThat past Valentine’s Day, the two of them decided to try out something that Flick saw in a porno: tail sex. Jaxx was the only one with the kind of tail required, so Flick was the one to try taking it. It barely got a couple of inches in before the deer was shuddering unpleasantly and asking Jaxx to take it out. Since then, Jaxx had tried teasing himself with the tip a few times while alone, but not very much else.\n\nJaxx didn’t know what sparked Flick’s interest in trying this again, but there was something pleasant about the warmth of Flick’s back tunnel wrapping around his tail. He reached up to grab Flick’s bouncing erection, jerking his boyfriend off to help him squeeze as much pleasure out of this as he could. He was surprised by how quickly Flick pushed himself down on its length, as if he were desperate to get as much inside himself as possible. Where did this come from?\n\nNot even Flick was sure. All he knew was that he needed that thing inside him, as deep as it could go. His cock was practically gushing pre now, coating Jaxx’s stomach. He needed to cum so badly.\n\nSomehow, though, the more of that scaly appendage he stuffed up his tailhole, the emptier he felt. That feeling of his rim spreading around Jaxx’s tail was good, but there was still something missing. He huffed in annoyance. Why couldn’t he get off?\n\nHe looked down at his throbbing shaft. Even with Jaxx’s hand rushing up and down its length, he felt no closer to his orgasm than before. He was stuck in this state of half-fulfilled arousal. Looking down gave him a perfect view of Jaxx’s erection, though, and he got another sudden urge.\n\nMoving himself down to get an angle, Flick caught the tip of Jaxx’s cock between his lips. Having it slip into his mouth had never been more arousing. The horny deer began sucking feverishly, eliciting loud moans from his boyfriend. If they weren’t so consumed by lust, they might’ve worried about how much noise they were making, but in that moment, neither even noticed.\n\nAfter what felt like only a few seconds, Jaxx was already rushing toward an orgasm. There was an odd thrill to this side of Flick. When he got a good view of the deer, asshole full of tail and mouth full of cock, he couldn’t hold back. He let out a heavy groan as the pleasure surged throughout his whole body.\n\nThe next thing he knew, Flick’s mouth was filling with dragon cum. In his past experiences being on the bottom, he’d gotten more than a few tastes of his boyfriend’s semen. He didn’t mind it, but it had never been something that particularly excited him either. This time, though, his throat muscles seemed to almost act on their own, gulping down every drop with gusto. He couldn’t explain it, but he needed it.\n\nEven with the oddly thrilling flavor of fresh cum on his tongue, the feeling of a thick tail probing deep into his insides, and Jaxx’s groans ringing in his ear, Flick still didn’t cum, though. No matter what he did, no matter how turned on he got, his climax was always just out of reach. It was maddening.\n\nTo make it even worse, what high he was getting from this was ebbing. He was still aroused, but that hope of cumming was fading. It wasn’t going to happen.\n\nAs the frustrated buck got up, letting Jaxx’s tail slide out of him wetly, Jaxx was none the wiser.\n\n“Ha… fuck,” he panted. “That was something else, huh, Flick? Was it good for you?”\n\n“…Yeah,” Flick said, guilt pricking at him as he turned away to hide his still painfully erect cock.\n\nThe two lovers laid down, Jaxx quickly dozing off in his post-orgasmic glow while Flick tried to grapple with the insatiable urges gnawing away at him.\n\n[center]…………………………\n[/center]\nJaxx jolted awake to the sound of a loud thud. The green drake held his breath and listened. Silence. \n\n[i]‘It must’ve been my imagination.’[/i]\n\nHe rolled over onto his other side and took a deep breath to soothe his rattled nerves. As he did, though, he realized what was bothering him. It was too quiet; he couldn’t hear the familiar sound of Flick’s breathing.\n\nJaxx opened his eyes to find an empty spot next to him on the bed. There was no sign of his boyfriend.\n\n“Flick?” he whispered, praying that the buck was just hidden in the dark corners of the room. No response.\n\nAn uneasy feeling was rapidly settling in his gut. Something was wrong. The optimistic part of his brain tried to fight back, insisting that Flick was probably just in the bathroom, but something deeper inside him didn’t believe it for a second. He had to investigate.\n\nJaxx rolled out of bed, not even noticing his own nudity as he stepped into the dark hallway. “Flick?” he tried again. “Are you out here?” Again, there was no answer. \n\nHe crept along the hallway, fear prickling at his heart. What if something happened to Flick? He knew there was something weird about the way his dad was acting. He’d never been so friendly before. Was it an act? Was he just trying to get them to lower their defenses?\n\nEvery soft creak of the floorboards beneath his bare feet had Jaxx wincing. He didn’t know if his dad was up to something, but he didn’t want to get caught sneaking around in the middle of the night like this.\n\nHis foot slipped in something wet, and Jaxx barely managed to catch himself before he stumbled to the floor. [i]‘Gotta be more careful,’ [/i]he thought. \n\nHe tried to get a good look at the mystery fluid. Whatever it was, it was slick and difficult to see. A strange curiosity overtook Jaxx, and almost without thinking, he reached down to collect a bit of it on his fingers. Even in the faint light of the hallway, it glistened on his scales. Jaxx held it under his nose and took a cautious whiff. The smell was almost familiar, but Jaxx couldn’t quite place it. It was a combination of salt and earthiness that seemed to just barely elude him. The dragon didn’t even realize he was moving to taste it until his fingers were already in his mouth. His tongue tingled pleasantly as it collected the salty fluid, but he still couldn’t figure out what it was.\n\n[i]‘Maybe if I tasted more…,’ [/i]Jaxx thought, his attention shifting to the slimy feeling as he rubbed his foot into the puddle. Again, it felt like Jaxx’s body was moving without him even being aware. He could’ve sworn he was standing just a second ago, but now he was on his knees and bent over, examining the slime closely. He imagined leaning all the way down and licking it up off the floor, and he started to move closer.\n\nA sudden noise jolted him from the intrusive thoughts. [i]‘What the fuck?!’[/i] His face started feeling hot as he realized that he was practically on all fours, naked, in the middle of the hallway. Even worse, he could feel his dick starting to rise. [i]‘Now’s not the fucking time!’\n[/i]\nHe hurried down the hall, dodging a few more puddles of that same fluid, until he reached the door to his dad’s room. Light streamed from beneath the door, and Jaxx could hear the noises coming from the other side. A muffled voice, deep and gruff. Definitely his dad. The other sounds were harder to place, but as he kept listening, Jaxx heard a familiar voice groaning. \n\n[i]‘Flick!’[/i]\n\nWithout another thought, Jaxx turned the doorknob and slammed his way into the room. The fact that the door was unlocked didn’t even register as odd to him in that moment, especially once he saw the scene on the other side.\n\nThere was Flick, his soulmate, his everything. The deer was naked, as was Roy. He was on his knees at the foot of Roy’s massive bed. Flick’s hard cock bobbed fiercely between his legs as he pressed his face into the older dragon’s ballsack. His fur was matted and stained, especially all over his face, which was practically dripping with the same slime from the hallway.\n\nWith a start, Jaxx realized what that stuff was. The smell. The craving in Flick’s eyes. It was the same thing that Flick had been drinking almost nonstop since dinner. The same thing dribbling from his father’s piss slit like water from a leaky hose. It was his dad’s precum.\n\nAs his attention turned to the older dragon, Jaxx couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Roy’s cock was big. Impossibly big.\n\n[i]‘There’s no fucking way.’[/i]\n\nThe monster between his father’s legs must have been almost two feet in length, reaching up to nearly the height of his own chin. It had the thickness to match, too, easily the width of Jaxx’s arm if not more. His balls hung down between his legs, heavy and huge. Each one had to rival the size of a watermelon.\n\nThe smell of cock and musk hung heavy in the air, so strong that Jaxx could practically see it as a fog in the corners of his vision. It was like having his face jammed into the crotch of the filthiest, sweatiest guy on Flick’s team and just stewing in the hot, slimy crevice. To his embarrassment, his cock was swelling with blood as the odor invaded his nostrils.\n\n[i]‘This has to be some sort of weird, fucked-up dream. There’s no way this is real.’[/i] Jaxx thought. He shut his eyes tightly and reopened them, hoping he’d find himself back in bed, the warmth of his sweet, affectionate buck keeping him company. But it was all still here. Roy was still naked, staring back at him and grinning wider than Jaxx had ever seen him. The overwhelming smell still surrounded him like a cloud. And Flick was still there, cheating on him with his dad.\n\n“Flick?!” he cried. “What are you doing?!”\n\nThe buck didn’t respond. He didn’t even seem to notice his boyfriend’s entrance. He was too busy running his tongue along the massive spire of meat in front of him, another fat glob of precum breaking against his nose, running down the length of his muzzle and oozing into his mouth. A hungry moan slipped from his throat, and he pressed his lips to Roy’s flesh to suck up as much as he could.\n\nJaxx’s vision started to blur as the hot knife of betrayal twisted in his chest. How? Why? He started thinking back through his memories, hunting for signs that he had missed. Had Flick shown interest in Roy when they first met? Had the hug Roy pulled him into been a little too long, or a little too close? Was there a disguised, flirty tone in Flick’s voice when he asked Roy for more of his “drink”? He didn’t know anymore. His whole world was coming crashing down around him.\n\nAs the reality set in, though, it all started to feel off to Jaxx. There was still something wrong. Something he was missing.\n\n“Flick…?” he said softly, his voice cracking as he tried to hold back tears. He’d be damned if he let his dad see him cry right now. “Please… tell me what’s going on.”\n\nFlick still showed no signs of hearing him. Roy grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a nudge, the shaft’s weight carrying it the rest of the way down until it hit the buck’s face with a meaty smack. Flick moved to the fat head, digging his tongue deep into the foreskin. As Flick’s head turned, Jaxx was able to get a better look at him. Despite the distraction of the enormous penis and the film of cock grease covering Flick’s face, Jaxx was most disturbed by the glassy, vacant look in the deer’s eyes. It was like he was barely even aware of what he was doing.\n\nJaxx looked up at the smiling son of a bitch sitting triumphantly on the bed. “What did you do?”\n\n“I don’t know what you mean, son,” Roy chuckled. “Is it really so hard to imagine that a pathetic disappointment like you can’t hold onto your little boy toy when he realizes what a real dragon looks like? The slut was begging for it when I ran into him in the hall! You’ve gotta take better care of your things, boy.”\n\n“Bullshit! There’s something wrong with him. You did something to him!”\n\nRoy’s grin changed. It didn’t falter or fade, but Roy was looking at Jaxx with more interest now. In a weird way, this was the most thought Jaxx had ever seen his father give him. The idea twisted his stomach into knots.\n\n“Hmmm…” the low grumble from Roy’s throat carried an ominous weight to it. “Maybe you aren’t as hopeless as I thought…”\n\nRoy seemed lost in thought, and for a few moments, the room was silent except for Flick’s wet slurping and quiet moans. Jaxx didn’t know what to do or say, so he stood there, waiting for the silence to be broken. Eventually, Roy looked him in the eye and spoke.\n\n“You came here thinking I’d be surprised to see you bringing a male home, didn’t you, kid? The truth is, I always knew you were gay. You take after your old man, even if you try to pretend otherwise. Your mother, too, I guess.”\n\n“Wha—” Jaxx was cut off by Roy’s withering glare.\n\n“Son, for once in your life, shut the fuck up. Yes, your mother was into chicks. She stuck around just long enough for you to be born, and then she fucked off so I could raise you, like I would’ve done if you were a female. That’s the way it’s always been for us dragons. Even now, with so many of our kind losing touch.\n\n“Which brings me to you, Jaxx. You giant pile of fucking disappointment. I spent the past twenty-one years waiting for you to realize what you are. To hear the call of our kind. But day after day, year after year, I watched you grow up as a weakling. I don’t hate you because you’re gay, Jaxx. Hell, it’d be weird if you weren’t. I hate you because you’re fucking [i]pathetic[/i].”\n\nJaxx opened his mouth to protest, but Roy cut him off again.\n\n“Don’t say a fucking word!” he shouted. “Do you know what the purpose of a dragon is, Jaxx? The one thing that our instincts demand? We’re meant to possess things. We claim them. We [i]own[/i] them. These things, these…” he gestured to the deer quietly suckling on the tip of his cock, “‘creatures.’ They exist for us to take them and add them to our conquest. It’s our right, Jaxx. Our [i]fucking[/i] right!”\n\nHe didn’t stop Jaxx from speaking this time. “You’re out of your mind…”\n\nRoy laughed. “You think so, Jaxx? You think you’re the big man, here? I’ll tell you what,” he lifted his cock back up away from Flick. The deer whined as the object of his obsession was taken away, like a baby losing its toy. “… try to take him back from me. Try to stop me from claiming him.”\n\nIt only took a few seconds for Jaxx to make a move. With an outraged cry, he ran forward, aiming to pin his dad to the bed and grab him by the neck.\n\nWith an almost bored look on his face, Roy flicked his wrist. A surge of red energy burst from his hand, slamming into Jaxx’s chest and throwing him back into the wall. Jaxx gasped as the breath was knocked out of him. His lungs burned as he pulled himself back to his feet slowly.\n\n“Wh- what the hell?” he croaked.\n\n“That,” Roy said, “is what you’ve been missing. We’re creatures of power, Jaxx. We exist to dominate. If you would just accept what you are and follow your instincts, that power would be yours, too. I know it’s somewhere inside you. You’ve been starving it all these years, but Jaxx, it needs to be fed.”\n\nRoy gestured at his massive cock. “You want to know how I got this big? Because I do what my instincts tell me, and I collect. I show lesser species where they belong…,” he glanced down at Flick like a piece of meat. The deer was crawling toward him, his eyes locked on a bead of sweat sliding down Roy’s balls. Roy pushed him back with a foot to the face, grinning as Flick started mindlessly licking it. He didn’t even seem aware of what was pressed against his lips. It was part of Roy, and so it needed to be worshipped. \n\n“Fuck, look what kind of a slut he is the second I show him his place. This is what dragons are made for… we show them where they belong, and we add them to our hoards. We take their manhood. We make them [i]ours[/i].”\n\n“So, Jaxx,” he said, grinding his foot against Flick’s face, “now’s your chance to finally be a man. To be a fucking [i]dragon[/i]. I’ve buttered this one up for you, but I haven’t broken him yet. He’s still ripe for the plundering. All you have to do is listen to your instincts and take what’s yours. Time to make a choice.”\n\n[center]…………………………\n\n[b]End Part 1[/b][/center]\n\nAfter this point, there are three possible endings. Feel free to read all three to see the different ways this might play out for Jaxx and Flick, or pick your favorite!\n\n[u]Ending #1[/u] - Something in Roy's words resonates with Jaxx, and he feels the call of the dragon from deep within. There's only one thing for him to do with his newly awakened power: make Flick his bitch: https://inkbunny.net/s/2694178\n\n[u]Ending #2[/u] - Helpless to stop what's happening, Jaxx makes one last attempt to convince his dad to let Flick go: https://inkbunny.net/s/2694245\n\n[u]Ending #3[/u] - Jaxx feels something stirring deep inside him, but as his power awakens, he uses it to protect the one he loves: https://inkbunny.net/s/2694247 \n",
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The Power of Dragons By Phantasmagore
Part 1
“It’s gonna be fine, Jaxx.”
The dragon wished he could agree as he clutched the steering wheel even tighter. He wanted everything to be fine. He hoped everything would be fine. But he wasn’t optimistic enough to expect it.
The white-tailed deer in the passenger seat, Flick, kept trying to convince him. “Seriously, everything’s going to work out, babe. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I… I don’t know,” Jaxx admitted with a sigh. “But you have no idea what my dad is like. I don’t even know how to describe him. Stubborn? Judgmental? I… I don’t know.”
“Then we’ll figure it out together,” the deer said.
As they stopped at a red light, Jaxx had time to glance at his boyfriend. Years of training as a basketball player had sculpted Flick’s body so that while he was no bodybuilder, he had a noticeable layer of strong muscles beneath his brown fur. Strong enough to show more than a few drunk idiots to be careful who they flirt with at frat parties. Jaxx allowed his gaze to wander down to the bulge in Flick’s pants before looking back up, meeting the deer’s amused gaze. There was little doubt that Flick knew where he was looking, but the playful glint in his blue eyes seemed to egg Jaxx on rather than rebuke him.
With his white button-up shirt and carefully ironed khaki pants, Flick was dressed to impress, despite Jaxx’s insistence that there was no need. Jaxx and his dad had a… complicated relationship. There was no clear bad blood between them, but there was always something off. It was like they were never quite on the same wavelength. He often got the feeling that his dad was looking down on him, as if he were disappointing some unspoken expectation.
Only a week before spring break, Jaxx got a call from his dad about an “emergency,” which the older dragon refused to explain over the phone. All he would say was that Jaxx needed to come home to see him. Flick, always a more perfect partner than Jaxx could ever deserve, volunteered to come and support him through whatever was about to come his way. They supposed it was as good a time as any for Jaxx to tell his father about their relationship.
He still felt a bit guilty for dragging Flick along on this trip, though. Flick was supposed to spend the break training with the rest of the basketball team, but he willingly took the heat from his coach for the sake of being there for Jaxx.
The coach wasn’t exactly understanding about one of his players asking for time off out of the blue. Jaxx went with Flick to tell him, so that he would share some of the blame. It was rough. He chewed them both out, his voice rising to a full-on scream a few times. He probably shouted every insult and curse he could get away with using, and he very nearly used a few that would get him in hot water with the school. Jaxx swore he could hear the beginning of the word “faggots” forming on his lips, but the burly tiger barely managed to hold it back.
Regardless, they got through that ordeal, and there was nothing the coach could do to stop them, so now they were working on hour seven of this road trip. Jaxx’s back ached, his legs were cramping something fierce, and at this point, the green dragon would gladly endure whatever bullshit his dad had in store just to get out of this car. The only silver lining of it all was the extra time alone with Flick.
“Uh… Jaxx?” Flick said. “Green light.”
Jaxx snapped himself out of his thoughts and hit the gas a little too hard. They were both thrusted back into their seats as the car lurched forward.
There were a few moments of awkward silence before Flick turned to him again. “Jaxx. It’s going to be okay. Worst case scenario: he’s a total asshole, but then we only have to put up with him for a few days.”
“I know,” Jaxx sighed, “but I don’t even know why he wanted me to come back on such short notice. Who knows how he’ll react when he finds out about us? He doesn’t even know I’m gay.”
“So, he might get his panties in a twist when he finds out. So what? He’d find out eventually, right? It’s not like you could keep me your dirty little secret forever.”
Guilt pricked at Jaxx’s conscience. “…I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just… really unsure about all of this.”
He felt a hand on his shoulder. “I know,” Flick said. “I’m here for you. And if it’s as bad as you’re worrying, then we’ll just leave. We don’t have to stay any longer than you want to, okay?”
“Okay,” Jaxx answered, a soft smile working its way onto his face. “Thanks, Flick. For everything.”
“No need to thank me.” A more jovial tone leaked into Flick’s voice. “But how about you keep your eyes on the road? It’d be a shame if we died before your dad has a chance to try and kill us.”
Jaxx grinned sheepishly and returned his focus to driving. “Yeah. Good point.”
…………………………
Jaxx had almost forgotten how long the driveway to his dad’s house was. Having grown up in this place, it never even occurred to him until he left for college and realized that it was weird for the drive from the road to the house to take several minutes.
Anytime he asked his old man why he chose to live out in the middle of nowhere, he was met with muttered half-answers and dismissive grunts. He guessed his dad just enjoyed the isolation. Out here, it was just the two of them, except for the times that his dad’s friends came to visit, which usually meant that Jaxx would be kicked out of the house so he wouldn’t bother them. If he was lucky, he might be sent to spend the night with one of the friends’ kids, but toward the later years of high school, those occasional nights of reprieve disappeared as the other teens joined the grownups’ social circle. Jaxx basically grew up alone.
With all of that loneliness bottled up inside him, Jaxx left for college the second he could. At first, it was rough. He hadn’t learned to socialize very well, so trying to meet new people was a challenge. He screwed up several times, and he could feel the scars of abandonment aching as he accidentally drove people away.
After a bit of work and counseling, though, he started to get better. He made actual friends for the first time in his life. He met Flick at a party, and the two quickly found themselves spending most of their time together. Then, one night, with a spark of courage and a little too much alcohol, they had their first kiss. Everything seemed to melt away in that moment, and Jaxx felt a warmth unlike anything he’d ever known. He gave his virginity to the deer that night, and the rest was history.
Those memories briefly distracted Jaxx from the worries floating around in his head. That was, until he saw the house. It was moderately sized and unassuming, in contrast to the massive plot of land around it. Jaxx’s father rarely flaunted wealth, although it seemed like he always had some extra money stashed somewhere, no matter what. Jaxx had no idea where it came from, or what his dad did when he went out each day, but, as with most things, he had learned that asking questions was pointless.
Jaxx’s dad really was an enigma. There was no telling what was about to happen. As he parked in front of the house, all Jaxx could do was take a deep breath and hope for the best.
Jaxx and Flick got out of the car just as the front door of the house opened. A black-scaled dragon stepped out, a plain white shirt and a pair of jeans stretching to contain his bulky frame. Both Jaxx and Flick were athletic, toned individuals, but this man was something else entirely. He looked a bit like a bodybuilder just after he ate a second bodybuilder. It was impressive that his clothes even managed to contain it all, although they were clearly straining.
Jaxx held back an irritated growl. As always, it seemed like his dad was showing off. Even when Jaxx was a kid, the older dragon liked to make sure he knew who was bigger and stronger.
The rest was also just how he remembered. His dad walked down the front steps with an arrogant swagger, a wide grin across his face. As he noticed the unfamiliar deer accompanying his son, there was a small, almost imperceptible change in his expression, but the smile never faltered.
“Finally back to visit yer old man, huh, kid?” he chuckled as he pulled Jaxx into a bear hug. The air was squeezed out of Jaxx’s lungs, and he was basically at his dad’s mercy until the other male let him go.
His dad turned his attention to Flick. “And it looks like you brought a friend. Who’re you, buck?”
Flick wasn’t quite ready for the sudden start. They had barely arrived, and they were already in the thick of it. “Uh… I’m Flick. I’m Jaxx’s… um…” He hesitated.
Fortunately, Jaxx was there to bail Flick out, and he decided it was best to just rip off the Band-Aid. “He’s my boyfriend, dad,” he said. “We’ve been dating for a while, now, and I figured this was as good a time as any for you to meet him.”
He paused to gauge his father’s reaction. The grin had gone, but his face hadn’t darkened in the way Jaxx feared it might. Instead, the other dragon’s face had an intense, but unreadable expression. Jaxx couldn’t tell what it meant. It was like that gaze was picking him apart to examine his pieces.
Suddenly, the smile was back. “Ha! Good for you, kid!” He grabbed Flick and pulled him into a tight hug. He leaned in to fake whisper in Flick’s ear, “Coulda done better than my boy, though, don’t ya think?”
Flick just chuckled nervously, earning a clap on the back and a hearty laugh from the black dragon. “Come on, kids. Lighten up!”
Jaxx could only stand there, completely baffled. This was not like his father. The usually stoic, prickly dragon was suddenly playing the role of the warm father figure. Something had to be up, but Jaxx couldn’t even begin to figure out what it was or why.
For his part, Flick did all that he could to be polite despite the overwhelming greeting. He smiled and laughed at all the moments he thought he should, nodding along as the older male started reciting stories about Jaxx’s childhood.
Meanwhile, Jaxx was following in silence. This jovial, enthusiastic figure was not the man who raised him, and this act was more unsettling than anything he was expecting.
“So, you came all the way here to keep him company?” his dad said, wrapping an arm around Flick’s shoulders. “That’s awfully sweet. He better be givin’ you something good in return, eh, Flick?”
“Um, I mean, it’s really no trouble,” Flick answered. “I think we’re just happy to have some time off school to spend together. Besides, I was really interested to meet you, Mr.—”
The dragon cut him off. “I won’t be havin’ any of that ‘mister’ nonsense in my house. Call me Roy.”
“Roy… Well, I’m glad to meet you, Roy.”
Roy grinned. “The pleasure is all mine.”
…………………………
To Jaxx’s relief, the day went by without incident. Roy gave Flick a tour of the house, and then told the two to go out and enjoy the fine weather while he prepared dinner. The whole time, he kept that same cheery attitude that had Jaxx confused and on edge.
His whole life, it always felt like his father kept him at a distance, barely even talking to him other than to tell him he was doing something wrong. Jaxx had come mentally prepared for that. He wasn’t ready for this stranger wearing his dad’s face.
He told Flick all of this as they walked through the woods surrounding the house. Jaxx found himself leading his boyfriend through all the same routes he had taken throughout his childhood, showing the deer all his different hiding spots. These were his sanctuaries, where he could go to be alone and feel safe. He worried that he was just bumming Flick out by showing him all these things, but he couldn’t help it. These were the only safe spaces he had before leaving, and right now, he needed to recapture that feeling of security.
“It’s weird,” Flick agreed as they stopped in front of a small shelter. Jaxx made it when he was around seven or eight to crawl into when he needed to get away. It was barely more than a few old branches stacked haphazardly against a tree trunk, but at the time, it was all he had to huddle in for security.
“From everything you told me, I definitely wasn’t expecting him to be all, ‘call me Roy, kiddo.’ But we’re here, and it’s just for a week at the most. So, let’s figure out why he called you here, take care of it, and then go back to our lives.”
“Yeah,” Jaxx said. “Right now, I’d really like that.”
The thoughts swimming through his head were soothed by the feeling of his boyfriend pressing against him. As Flick wrapped an arm around him, Jaxx felt safer than he ever had in that glorified pile of sticks.
After a few hours of strolling through the woods and discussing their situation, Jaxx and Flick returned to the house. The sun was starting to get low in the sky, and according to their phones, it was about the time that Roy told them to come back for dinner. It felt a little early, but as guests, they had to operate on Roy’s schedule.
Jaxx was curious to see how this would play out. Ever since he was a kid, Roy never seemed to have much interest in feeding him. He was usually left to prepare his own food. With whatever weird act his dad was doing, though, it seemed like that wouldn’t be the case tonight.
As they opened the front door, a shockingly pleasant mix of aromas met them. Both Flick and Jaxx found themselves sniffing at the air, their mouths watering from the smell of a well-cooked meal.
They stepped into the kitchen to find a table covered in food. From juicy meats to sauteed vegetables, there was a wide array of options to choose from, and every choice suddenly had their stomachs rumbling.
Roy was rummaging around in the fridge, the door blocking most of his body. His head appeared from behind it at the sound of their footsteps. “There you are! Right on time. I’m just getting our drinks; you two go ahead and pick your places.”
Jaxx and Flick sat down next to each other on one side of the table, both marveling at the spread.
After a few seconds of fumbling with something in the refrigerator, Roy stood up. With the way he dwarfed the fridge, it seemed almost bizarre how much he had been hidden by it just moments ago. He made his way to the table with three black glasses in his arms, pausing momentarily to close the door with a flick of his tail.
He set one of the glasses down at a spot across from them, and then came around to their side to place the remaining two. A sniff quickly identified Jaxx’s as beer, but he couldn’t quite tell what Roy put in front of Flick. The dark cup made it hard to make out the color, but it looked mostly transparent. Flick smelled it curiously, but he only looked more confused afterward.
“What is this?” Flick asked. “It smells good, but I don’t think I’ve ever had it before.”
Roy set his hands on each of their shoulders as he answered, “Just a little something I whipped up. I can’t stand the stuff, but it seems like most folks love it.”
Flick sloshed it around. “What’s in it?”
“Eh, a bunch of plants ‘n’ shit. Aloe vera, all that jazz,” Roy shrugged. “It ain’t really for dragons, but I like to make it when I get guests. Like I said, everyone else seems to love it.”
The deer gave the glass a skeptical look before lifting it to his lips and taking a sip. His eyes lit up as he sloshed the mystery liquid around in his mouth for a few seconds. Despite how small the sip was, there was an audible gulp when he swallowed.
“Oh, shit,” he exclaimed. “That’s really good. Where did you learn to make this?”
“We’ve got a bunch of neighbors, and they all told me they like it, so I started serving it up at all our guys’ nights.”
Now Jaxx’s curiosity was piqued. “Hey, Flick,” he said, “mind if I try some?”
“Oh,” Flick jumped a little, as if he’d forgotten Jaxx was there. “Uh… sure.”
He passed the glass over to Jaxx. As he did, Jaxx felt his dad’s grip on his shoulder tighten slightly. “Easy goes, Jaxx. Like I said, most people like it, but it seems like it rubs most dragons the wrong way.”
“Well, I’m not ‘most dragons,’ Dad,” Jaxx said, grabbing the glass.
Again, the grip on his shoulder seemed to get just a little more forceful, enough to cause a faint tingling sensation. “Ain’t that the truth…”
Jaxx lifted the mystery drink up to his snout and took a whiff. At first, the smell was pleasant, and Jaxx became curious to take a sip. Before he could really parse out the smell, though, it suddenly turned into a rotten stench, and Jaxx slammed it back on the table hard enough that it almost spilled.
“Oh God, that smells awful!” he managed to get out between coughs.
“Really?” Flick said, taking the glass back and sniffing it. “I think it’s nice.”
Roy’s hand released Jaxx’s shoulder and began patting him on the back. “I warned you, kid. For whatever reason, we just don’t jive with that stuff, so I figured you and I should stick to beer.”
Grabbing the glass in front of him, Jaxx took a big swig to try to cleanse his system of the lingering odor. He watched in shock and horror as Flick casually picked up his cup of poison and drank some.
‘Lunatic.’
Roy took his seat across from them, taking a drink from his own glass before grabbing a chicken wing and dropping it on his plate. He looked at them both with his wide grin. “Now that you two are happy with your drinks, let’s eat.”
After a full meal, the three of them had a relaxing evening in front of the television. Roy sat in a leather recliner, freeing up the two lovebirds to cuddle on the couch. Jaxx enjoyed another beer, while Flick decided to stick to the abomination that Roy made for him, downing a third glass of it by the end of the night. Jaxx couldn’t imagine how he stomached the foul stuff, but if it made the deer happy, then it didn’t matter to him.
A couple of hours later, he and Flick were lying together on Jaxx’s old bed. Fortunately, it was large enough to accommodate two people, otherwise things would’ve gotten real tight.
“I swear, there’s something off about this,” Jaxx insisted.
Flick was quiet, mulling over the day. “Well… maybe this is a good sign. Maybe he’s changed, or he’s at least trying to be better?”
Jaxx wanted to believe that, but he doubted it. He knew his father, or at least, he thought he did. His whole world felt upside down. Flick could hold onto hope because he hadn’t spent his entire childhood being practically ignored, but Jaxx couldn’t. He just laid there and stewed in his thoughts.
A hand caressed his cheek and turned his head toward Flick. ‘God, he’s beautiful,’ Jaxx thought.
The next thing he knew, Flick’s lips were pressed against his. The deer rolled over on top of him, straddling his body as they kissed. Jaxx’s doubts and worries melted away. No matter what happened, Flick would be there to face it with him. With his boyfriend by his side, Jaxx felt like he could take on the world.
The kiss started to get more heated as their bodies rubbed against each other, and Jaxx’s pants began to feel tight. He was always struck by just how soft Flick’s lips were. They were perfect, just like everything else about the deer. Jaxx could never worry while they were holding each other, Flick’s body pressing down on him like a blanket.
Flick’s hands migrated down Jaxx’s shirt, tugging at the hem and pulling it up. Jaxx shivered as the scales of his stomach were exposed to the cool air, but the warmth from the deer in his arms kept him comfortable. They pulled apart for just a moment so that Flick could pull his shirt over his head. Once it had been flung into the corner, Jaxx reached for Flick’s shirt, undoing it one button at a time until he could pull it off.
They were both quick to discard their pants as well, leaving only their boxers separating them from each other. Their lips met again, the kiss now almost frantic as their excitement grew. Flick rocked his hips against Jaxx, and the dragon could feel his lover’s bulge pinning his own clothed erection down. Heat rose in his chest and face until he could feel himself start to sweat.
After what felt like an hour of making out and grinding against each other, Flick was the first to break their kiss.
“Come on, Jaxx,” he teased. “Don’t you wanna do a little more than kiss me? Or maybe…” he pulled down his boxers, letting his throbbing, humanoid shaft spring free, “…there’s something else for you to kiss.”
Jaxx’s dick felt like it was going to rip straight through his boxers as he watched Flick expose the last of his body. The skin of the shaft was a pale, off-white color, matching the deer’s belly fur, but the head was a fleshy pink. At about 8 or 9 inches long and a respectable girth, Jaxx had seen more than a few predator males challenge his boyfriend’s size, only to be put to shame when they saw what he was packing.
“Hell yeah,” Jaxx huffed. “Bring that thing over here.”
Flick scooted forward above him until the buck’s member was throbbing right in front of his face. He took a moment to inhale his boyfriend’s scent: strong, but gentle and pleasing. Just like the deer himself. Without another moment’s hesitation, Jaxx parted his lips, inviting Flick to push inside. Flick happily obliged.
As soon as the tip passed his lips, Jaxx’s tongue got to work, bathing the head and taking in the familiar tastes. Flick huffed from above him as he sucked and worked the tip. The deer was already leaking his salty precum into Jaxx’s mouth, and he could barely hold out for a few seconds before he started to gently hump Jaxx’s muzzle.
‘Damn, he’s really worked up,’ Jaxx thought as his boyfriend’s length thrusted deeper into his mouth. He rocked his head back and forth to meet Flick’s rhythm, working the shaft to encourage Flick to keep going.
When he looked up, the arousal on his boyfriend’s face was all that Jaxx needed to feel tingles of pleasure running down toward his own groin. His boxers were being stretched by his throbbing erection, a dark spot forming as a drop of his precum soaked into the red fabric.
Jaxx felt the tip prodding gently against the back of his throat. Flick didn’t try to force it, though. He just kept thrusting into Jaxx’s muzzle as far as he could without pushing him too far. Jaxx, for his part, bobbed his head and sucked as best he could, gulping down his boyfriend’s pre. He reached up to stroke the rest of the length that wasn’t fitting in his mouth.
Many people assumed that Flick was the designated bottom in their relationship because of their species, but they were dead wrong. Although Jaxx and Flick liked to switch every once in a while, it was usually Jaxx who wound up with his boyfriend’s shaft inside him. With how hung the buck was, how could he resist?
He took pride in those quiet, pleasured huffs that Flick let out as he gave his all to working that shaft. Even though he couldn’t quite get it all in his mouth, he was sure not to neglect any of it. Whether by tongue, lips, or hands, every inch was getting the sensual treatment Flick deserved.
Flick was enjoying every second of it. He rocked his hips gently but eagerly, careful not to harm his scaly lover. As it went on, though, something felt off. A growing frustration began to intrude on the pleasure. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.
Jaxx breathed heavily as Flick pulled out of his mouth with a wet pop. “Hey, Jaxx?” Flick said. “Could we… try that thing we did on Valentine’s Day?”
“I thought you didn’t like that,” Jaxx answered, puzzled.
“Yeah, I know, but…” Flick glanced down, seeming oddly shy, “maybe… we can give it another try?”
Jaxx nodded. “Sure thing. Whatever you want.”
He turned over to reach down toward his bag, digging around until his hand closed around a small plastic bottle. He knew there was little to no chance of them getting through the week without needing to fuck, so he brought some lube to help squeeze that deer meat into him. He wasn’t expecting Flick’s sudden request, but this would be just as useful for that, too.
He handed the bottle to Flick, who was quick to squirt a hefty amount into his palm. He reached back and let out a soft grunt as his slickened finger slipped into his own tailhole. Even that small amount of stimulation had him leaking like a faucet onto Jaxx’s chest. It was a little unusual for him, but he wasn’t going to argue with the pleasure radiating from his backdoor. Once his entrance was thoroughly coated, the tip of Jaxx’s tail was next.
That past Valentine’s Day, the two of them decided to try out something that Flick saw in a porno: tail sex. Jaxx was the only one with the kind of tail required, so Flick was the one to try taking it. It barely got a couple of inches in before the deer was shuddering unpleasantly and asking Jaxx to take it out. Since then, Jaxx had tried teasing himself with the tip a few times while alone, but not very much else.
Jaxx didn’t know what sparked Flick’s interest in trying this again, but there was something pleasant about the warmth of Flick’s back tunnel wrapping around his tail. He reached up to grab Flick’s bouncing erection, jerking his boyfriend off to help him squeeze as much pleasure out of this as he could. He was surprised by how quickly Flick pushed himself down on its length, as if he were desperate to get as much inside himself as possible. Where did this come from?
Not even Flick was sure. All he knew was that he needed that thing inside him, as deep as it could go. His cock was practically gushing pre now, coating Jaxx’s stomach. He needed to cum so badly.
Somehow, though, the more of that scaly appendage he stuffed up his tailhole, the emptier he felt. That feeling of his rim spreading around Jaxx’s tail was good, but there was still something missing. He huffed in annoyance. Why couldn’t he get off?
He looked down at his throbbing shaft. Even with Jaxx’s hand rushing up and down its length, he felt no closer to his orgasm than before. He was stuck in this state of half-fulfilled arousal. Looking down gave him a perfect view of Jaxx’s erection, though, and he got another sudden urge.
Moving himself down to get an angle, Flick caught the tip of Jaxx’s cock between his lips. Having it slip into his mouth had never been more arousing. The horny deer began sucking feverishly, eliciting loud moans from his boyfriend. If they weren’t so consumed by lust, they might’ve worried about how much noise they were making, but in that moment, neither even noticed.
After what felt like only a few seconds, Jaxx was already rushing toward an orgasm. There was an odd thrill to this side of Flick. When he got a good view of the deer, asshole full of tail and mouth full of cock, he couldn’t hold back. He let out a heavy groan as the pleasure surged throughout his whole body.
The next thing he knew, Flick’s mouth was filling with dragon cum. In his past experiences being on the bottom, he’d gotten more than a few tastes of his boyfriend’s semen. He didn’t mind it, but it had never been something that particularly excited him either. This time, though, his throat muscles seemed to almost act on their own, gulping down every drop with gusto. He couldn’t explain it, but he needed it.
Even with the oddly thrilling flavor of fresh cum on his tongue, the feeling of a thick tail probing deep into his insides, and Jaxx’s groans ringing in his ear, Flick still didn’t cum, though. No matter what he did, no matter how turned on he got, his climax was always just out of reach. It was maddening.
To make it even worse, what high he was getting from this was ebbing. He was still aroused, but that hope of cumming was fading. It wasn’t going to happen.
As the frustrated buck got up, letting Jaxx’s tail slide out of him wetly, Jaxx was none the wiser.
“Ha… fuck,” he panted. “That was something else, huh, Flick? Was it good for you?”
“…Yeah,” Flick said, guilt pricking at him as he turned away to hide his still painfully erect cock.
The two lovers laid down, Jaxx quickly dozing off in his post-orgasmic glow while Flick tried to grapple with the insatiable urges gnawing away at him.
…………………………
Jaxx jolted awake to the sound of a loud thud. The green drake held his breath and listened. Silence.
‘It must’ve been my imagination.’
He rolled over onto his other side and took a deep breath to soothe his rattled nerves. As he did, though, he realized what was bothering him. It was too quiet; he couldn’t hear the familiar sound of Flick’s breathing.
Jaxx opened his eyes to find an empty spot next to him on the bed. There was no sign of his boyfriend.
“Flick?” he whispered, praying that the buck was just hidden in the dark corners of the room. No response.
An uneasy feeling was rapidly settling in his gut. Something was wrong. The optimistic part of his brain tried to fight back, insisting that Flick was probably just in the bathroom, but something deeper inside him didn’t believe it for a second. He had to investigate.
Jaxx rolled out of bed, not even noticing his own nudity as he stepped into the dark hallway. “Flick?” he tried again. “Are you out here?” Again, there was no answer.
He crept along the hallway, fear prickling at his heart. What if something happened to Flick? He knew there was something weird about the way his dad was acting. He’d never been so friendly before. Was it an act? Was he just trying to get them to lower their defenses?
Every soft creak of the floorboards beneath his bare feet had Jaxx wincing. He didn’t know if his dad was up to something, but he didn’t want to get caught sneaking around in the middle of the night like this.
His foot slipped in something wet, and Jaxx barely managed to catch himself before he stumbled to the floor. ‘Gotta be more careful,’ he thought.
He tried to get a good look at the mystery fluid. Whatever it was, it was slick and difficult to see. A strange curiosity overtook Jaxx, and almost without thinking, he reached down to collect a bit of it on his fingers. Even in the faint light of the hallway, it glistened on his scales. Jaxx held it under his nose and took a cautious whiff. The smell was almost familiar, but Jaxx couldn’t quite place it. It was a combination of salt and earthiness that seemed to just barely elude him. The dragon didn’t even realize he was moving to taste it until his fingers were already in his mouth. His tongue tingled pleasantly as it collected the salty fluid, but he still couldn’t figure out what it was.
‘Maybe if I tasted more…,’ Jaxx thought, his attention shifting to the slimy feeling as he rubbed his foot into the puddle. Again, it felt like Jaxx’s body was moving without him even being aware. He could’ve sworn he was standing just a second ago, but now he was on his knees and bent over, examining the slime closely. He imagined leaning all the way down and licking it up off the floor, and he started to move closer.
A sudden noise jolted him from the intrusive thoughts. ‘What the fuck?!’ His face started feeling hot as he realized that he was practically on all fours, naked, in the middle of the hallway. Even worse, he could feel his dick starting to rise. ‘Now’s not the fucking time!’
He hurried down the hall, dodging a few more puddles of that same fluid, until he reached the door to his dad’s room. Light streamed from beneath the door, and Jaxx could hear the noises coming from the other side. A muffled voice, deep and gruff. Definitely his dad. The other sounds were harder to place, but as he kept listening, Jaxx heard a familiar voice groaning.
‘Flick!’
Without another thought, Jaxx turned the doorknob and slammed his way into the room. The fact that the door was unlocked didn’t even register as odd to him in that moment, especially once he saw the scene on the other side.
There was Flick, his soulmate, his everything. The deer was naked, as was Roy. He was on his knees at the foot of Roy’s massive bed. Flick’s hard cock bobbed fiercely between his legs as he pressed his face into the older dragon’s ballsack. His fur was matted and stained, especially all over his face, which was practically dripping with the same slime from the hallway.
With a start, Jaxx realized what that stuff was. The smell. The craving in Flick’s eyes. It was the same thing that Flick had been drinking almost nonstop since dinner. The same thing dribbling from his father’s piss slit like water from a leaky hose. It was his dad’s precum.
As his attention turned to the older dragon, Jaxx couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Roy’s cock was big. Impossibly big.
‘There’s no fucking way.’
The monster between his father’s legs must have been almost two feet in length, reaching up to nearly the height of his own chin. It had the thickness to match, too, easily the width of Jaxx’s arm if not more. His balls hung down between his legs, heavy and huge. Each one had to rival the size of a watermelon.
The smell of cock and musk hung heavy in the air, so strong that Jaxx could practically see it as a fog in the corners of his vision. It was like having his face jammed into the crotch of the filthiest, sweatiest guy on Flick’s team and just stewing in the hot, slimy crevice. To his embarrassment, his cock was swelling with blood as the odor invaded his nostrils.
‘This has to be some sort of weird, fucked-up dream. There’s no way this is real.’ Jaxx thought. He shut his eyes tightly and reopened them, hoping he’d find himself back in bed, the warmth of his sweet, affectionate buck keeping him company. But it was all still here. Roy was still naked, staring back at him and grinning wider than Jaxx had ever seen him. The overwhelming smell still surrounded him like a cloud. And Flick was still there, cheating on him with his dad.
“Flick?!” he cried. “What are you doing?!”
The buck didn’t respond. He didn’t even seem to notice his boyfriend’s entrance. He was too busy running his tongue along the massive spire of meat in front of him, another fat glob of precum breaking against his nose, running down the length of his muzzle and oozing into his mouth. A hungry moan slipped from his throat, and he pressed his lips to Roy’s flesh to suck up as much as he could.
Jaxx’s vision started to blur as the hot knife of betrayal twisted in his chest. How? Why? He started thinking back through his memories, hunting for signs that he had missed. Had Flick shown interest in Roy when they first met? Had the hug Roy pulled him into been a little too long, or a little too close? Was there a disguised, flirty tone in Flick’s voice when he asked Roy for more of his “drink”? He didn’t know anymore. His whole world was coming crashing down around him.
As the reality set in, though, it all started to feel off to Jaxx. There was still something wrong. Something he was missing.
“Flick…?” he said softly, his voice cracking as he tried to hold back tears. He’d be damned if he let his dad see him cry right now. “Please… tell me what’s going on.”
Flick still showed no signs of hearing him. Roy grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a nudge, the shaft’s weight carrying it the rest of the way down until it hit the buck’s face with a meaty smack. Flick moved to the fat head, digging his tongue deep into the foreskin. As Flick’s head turned, Jaxx was able to get a better look at him. Despite the distraction of the enormous penis and the film of cock grease covering Flick’s face, Jaxx was most disturbed by the glassy, vacant look in the deer’s eyes. It was like he was barely even aware of what he was doing.
Jaxx looked up at the smiling son of a bitch sitting triumphantly on the bed. “What did you do?”
“I don’t know what you mean, son,” Roy chuckled. “Is it really so hard to imagine that a pathetic disappointment like you can’t hold onto your little boy toy when he realizes what a real dragon looks like? The slut was begging for it when I ran into him in the hall! You’ve gotta take better care of your things, boy.”
“Bullshit! There’s something wrong with him. You did something to him!”
Roy’s grin changed. It didn’t falter or fade, but Roy was looking at Jaxx with more interest now. In a weird way, this was the most thought Jaxx had ever seen his father give him. The idea twisted his stomach into knots.
“Hmmm…” the low grumble from Roy’s throat carried an ominous weight to it. “Maybe you aren’t as hopeless as I thought…”
Roy seemed lost in thought, and for a few moments, the room was silent except for Flick’s wet slurping and quiet moans. Jaxx didn’t know what to do or say, so he stood there, waiting for the silence to be broken. Eventually, Roy looked him in the eye and spoke.
“You came here thinking I’d be surprised to see you bringing a male home, didn’t you, kid? The truth is, I always knew you were gay. You take after your old man, even if you try to pretend otherwise. Your mother, too, I guess.”
“Wha—” Jaxx was cut off by Roy’s withering glare.
“Son, for once in your life, shut the fuck up. Yes, your mother was into chicks. She stuck around just long enough for you to be born, and then she fucked off so I could raise you, like I would’ve done if you were a female. That’s the way it’s always been for us dragons. Even now, with so many of our kind losing touch.
“Which brings me to you, Jaxx. You giant pile of fucking disappointment. I spent the past twenty-one years waiting for you to realize what you are. To hear the call of our kind. But day after day, year after year, I watched you grow up as a weakling. I don’t hate you because you’re gay, Jaxx. Hell, it’d be weird if you weren’t. I hate you because you’re fucking pathetic.”
Jaxx opened his mouth to protest, but Roy cut him off again.
“Don’t say a fucking word!” he shouted. “Do you know what the purpose of a dragon is, Jaxx? The one thing that our instincts demand? We’re meant to possess things. We claim them. We own them. These things, these…” he gestured to the deer quietly suckling on the tip of his cock, “‘creatures.’ They exist for us to take them and add them to our conquest. It’s our right, Jaxx. Our fucking right!”
He didn’t stop Jaxx from speaking this time. “You’re out of your mind…”
Roy laughed. “You think so, Jaxx? You think you’re the big man, here? I’ll tell you what,” he lifted his cock back up away from Flick. The deer whined as the object of his obsession was taken away, like a baby losing its toy. “… try to take him back from me. Try to stop me from claiming him.”
It only took a few seconds for Jaxx to make a move. With an outraged cry, he ran forward, aiming to pin his dad to the bed and grab him by the neck.
With an almost bored look on his face, Roy flicked his wrist. A surge of red energy burst from his hand, slamming into Jaxx’s chest and throwing him back into the wall. Jaxx gasped as the breath was knocked out of him. His lungs burned as he pulled himself back to his feet slowly.
“Wh- what the hell?” he croaked.
“That,” Roy said, “is what you’ve been missing. We’re creatures of power, Jaxx. We exist to dominate. If you would just accept what you are and follow your instincts, that power would be yours, too. I know it’s somewhere inside you. You’ve been starving it all these years, but Jaxx, it needs to be fed.”
Roy gestured at his massive cock. “You want to know how I got this big? Because I do what my instincts tell me, and I collect. I show lesser species where they belong…,” he glanced down at Flick like a piece of meat. The deer was crawling toward him, his eyes locked on a bead of sweat sliding down Roy’s balls. Roy pushed him back with a foot to the face, grinning as Flick started mindlessly licking it. He didn’t even seem aware of what was pressed against his lips. It was part of Roy, and so it needed to be worshipped.
“Fuck, look what kind of a slut he is the second I show him his place. This is what dragons are made for… we show them where they belong, and we add them to our hoards. We take their manhood. We make them ours.”
“So, Jaxx,” he said, grinding his foot against Flick’s face, “now’s your chance to finally be a man. To be a fucking dragon. I’ve buttered this one up for you, but I haven’t broken him yet. He’s still ripe for the plundering. All you have to do is listen to your instincts and take what’s yours. Time to make a choice.”
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End Part 1
After this point, there are three possible endings. Feel free to read all three to see the different ways this might play out for Jaxx and Flick, or pick your favorite!
Ending #1 - Something in Roy's words resonates with Jaxx, and he feels the call of the dragon from deep within. There's only one thing for him to do with his newly awakened power: make Flick his bitch: https://inkbunny.net/s/2694178
Ending #2 - Helpless to stop what's happening, Jaxx makes one last attempt to convince his dad to let Flick go: https://inkbunny.net/s/2694245
Ending #3 - Jaxx feels something stirring deep inside him, but as his power awakens, he uses it to protect the one he loves: https://inkbunny.net/s/2694247 ",
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