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Warning: This story has vivid depictions of non-consensual/consensual, human and dragon male-on-male sex, whip and electrical torture, bondage and brief mentionings of scat and urine. (No, he doesn't eat any of it.) Now that you are warned, you can't whine, okay? Enjoy!

Modern Dragons

by

Archie Pelago

There are a million different ways that you can lose in this world. There are also a million different ways you can win. It all depends on what you do and who you deal with.

I dealt with my cash-flow problem by sucking dick and eating pussy. My lovers of the twenty- dollar blow-job and the fifty-dollar fuck call me Mike. I don't use my last name because then I'd start thinking of my father and my old life.

I and my fellow "escort" (and sometimes fuck-buddy) Aaron were talking about the last customer we shared for a hundred bucks at Dan's Den, a bar we frequently haunted. This place was perfect for picking up lonely johns. The people who travel across our great, sex-hungry nation selling jobs or contracts burned off their tensions by renting gigolos like us for an hour.

The dragons that came to this bar never bothered us, in spite of the rumors you hear about them. Being eight feet tall, they had to have been packing some serious meat. These guys didn't have wings, but their elongated muscular bodies made them great swimmers. And fun in bed, so I hear.

I looked at one dragon who had entered the bar, when I said, "That last dude seemed kinda reluctant to have me with you."

"He probably thought you were my dad," replied Aaron, smirking.

"Pfft. I'm only thirty-seven. Just ten years your senior."

"And you're losing your hair," he replied, patting his long blond mane.

"Baldness runs in my family."

"And you're getting fatter every year."

I looked down at my slight paunch. I could still see my belt buckle if I bent over. What was the big deal? Aaron had abs that you could break rocks on, sure, but some people just weren't meant to be all that muscular.

"At least I can still fuck like a rabbit."

Aaron sighed, as if dealing with a short-bus kid. "Look, a lot of johns don't want tubby-uncle types, they want underwear-model guys. They want a dude that's found in high-budget porn films, not amateur home videos."

Annoyed with his analogies, I asked, "Why aren't you in porn films, then? You'd make better cash compared to what even the priests pay you with their collection-plate money."

He leaned in close to my ear, to keep the nearby bartender from listening. "Because, dummy, I'd get busted for all that weed I smoke and sell. Every porn studio that pays anything worth shit

makes every actor take a blood test."

Aaron polished off his beer and chuckled. "Besides, I'm working on a way out of this biz and into some real money."

I never imagined Aaron without balls bouncing off his chin. "You stealing cars for a chop shop or something?"

Waving the barkeep over, he whispered, "We'll talk about it in one of the booths in the back, all right?"

Dan Winston, the owner of Dan's Den showed up, cleaning a shot-glass. "What do you need, guys? More liquid courage for your escorts?"

He knew who we were and what we did for a living. Dan was cool with that though, because we spent money on not only ourselves, but also on timid would-be johns. A few of this guy's famous "Brain Squeezer" gin-vodka specials would make anyone loose enough to boff a football team. Or even a dragon. You needed a lot of bravery potion to fuck somebody who is scaly and weighs half a ton. That's why Dan has a new sports-car and a two-story house; hustlers and booze. A time-honored tradition.

Aaron smiled, handed Dan twenty bucks and said, "Nah, it's our day off. Just give us a bottle of Fafnir scotch and two glasses, please."

As he gave my pal the bottle, I noticed the serious bling on Dan's fingers. They were all skull and dragon-themed. He's had to punch a few rowdies before, and believe me, those rings made the punks wish Daddy wore a condom.

We went to the booth furthest from the crowd. Aaron nervously peered around the other booths. Confident that we were alone, he relaxed a little, popped the cork and poured me a drink.

"I'm done with the dope-dealing, Mike. It's too low-budget for me. Too much risk and not enough pay-off. I'm also finished with fucking lonely housewives and divorced salesmen. There's a whole new market in this town and I'm on it's ground floor."

Sipping the scotch, I asked, "And this market is..."

"I'm opening up a mobile crystal meth lab."

The scotch suddenly jumped out of my glass and down my throat. Suppressing a cough, I gasped, "What?"

That old sly-fucker grin of his crept up. "Yep. A buddy of mine stole this moving van for me. He even painted over everything so no cops will sniff it out. He swiped a license plate, too. The whole fuckin' thing's like an ice cream truck now, only instead of selling fudgecicles, I'll be selling meth, made fresh right in the van."

"What tune will you be playing to attract customers? 'Everybody must get stoned' by Bob Dylan?"

Aaron rolled his eyes in mock-annoyance. "Man, you and your hippie upbringing. No music, just quiet business. Rich business. Reason why I'm telling you all this? I want you in on it."

You ever get the feeling that you just got bopped in the head with a mallet?

"Huh?"

"I can't drive a car. I've always been in the back seats of cars but never the driver's. My

van-stealing friend just steals vehicles and won't drive for me.You still have that license, right?"

"It expired a year ago. I quit college because I'd rather suck dick than get that architect degree. It's easier. And I don't have to drive anything."

"You notice that the only reason you've been getting money lately is because we're a package deal, yeah? You do know that most rent-boys have shorter careers than sports stars, right?"

I slumped my shoulders. Aaron was dead-on. When I first met him five years ago, I was doing all right for myself. I had more hair and less flab. We teamed up because neither of us had friends and we both liked sleeping together. But now? I was getting bald, getting tubby and not getting paid. Instead of getting the nod, I was getting the brush-off. It was time for a change. But...

"I dunno, Aaron. If we get busted for drug-dealing, both of us go to the slammer. I found out the easy way why they call jail the pokey. I don't want to know the hard way. Those guys don't care how old I am, just how loose I am. You'd get ass-hammered twice as hard."

Slamming down a shot, Aaron waved off my concern. "Don't worry. A van's no different from a car."

"How would you know? You just said you can't..."

"Look," he said, impatiently. "Are you in on this or not? You've been walking the street for fifteen years, right? What kind of resume does that make? Do you think you could even get a job bagging groceries?"

I had to drink right from the bottle then. Booze was practically one of the four major food groups for me lately. Everything he said was in the back of my mind for years. Now it was all coming up to the surface.

A minute went by as he looked at me nursing the bottle. Sighing, he spoke quietly. "Look, if you're not hip to my plan, that's fine. But I'm getting out of the jizz biz. If you aren't coming with me, then you are on your own. And you aren't the loner type."

That was true. When I first dropped out of college, my father disowned me. I guess Dad was double-pissed to find out that not only was I a drop-out, but a bisexual prostitute as well. I never

heard from him again. Bi or not, I liked being around people. Even when I was fucking strang-

ers, I always made sure that they were happy.

At the not-so-tender age of thirty-seven, the customers stopped caring about me.

I shook my head. "I can't get involved, Aaron. There's gotta be another way to make cash than

drugs."

Aaron looked a little pissed for a moment. Then he shrugged. "Eh. If you don't have the balls, I guess you can rob houses. That's what my friend did for a while. Good money there, if you're careful."

Empathy can be a bitch. I liked pleasuring people for money, so stealing their wealth made me feel like honey-roasted shit just thinking about it. Still, starving to death would make me feel even worse and since I'm not suicidal...

"Any ideas on who's good for one lucky break?"

Snickering, he asked, "You're looking for just one job that'll set you up for life, huh?" He rubbed his chin for a moment.

His eyes widened. "I hear that there's this big-shot dragon lawyer. He's into a lot of old family money. Lives by himself outside town. I hear that he's got a lot of gold in his house."

Feeling a little boozy from the bottle-chugging, I said, "Wait a minute. That old story about dragons and gold is true?"

"Yeah, it's one of their weird old traditions. Just like in the old days, even modern dragons like lying on big piles of it."

"Bullshit. You'd need to have a billion dollars of gold for a pile big enough for one of them."

"Hey, I'm just telling you what I hear on the grapevine. If you can find that dragon's gold, you grab a few fistfuls of it, fence it and live fat and happy for life. Well, fatter, anyway."

Fafnir Scotch has a nasty tendency to make any dumb idea sound brilliant. Waving bye-bye to

yet another career, I asked what would turn out to be the most fateful question of my entire life.

"Where does this dragon live?"

Standing in front of what had to be a million-dollar one-floor home in the middle of a moonlit

night, I felt just as jazzed-up and jumpy as I was on my first escort service. Aaron got me a

black ski-mask and dark clothes along with a flashlight, hammer and duct tape. He also told me what to do and what to look for.

You can always tell where a dragon lives by the size of the doors. If they are ten feet tall instead of the standard six-and-a-half, then it's a home of a "scaly". They also like to drive spec- ially designed trucks that their huge bodies can accommodate. Dragons own practically every

Hummer in the world.

There weren't any vehicles in the driveway or in the garage. No lights were on, either. This lawyer was out of town for sure.

Creeping around the house, I admired the locale. This guy was perfect for robbing. The place had several acres of private property forest that would keep anyone from seeing any crime short of arson. The nearest neighbor was a mile away, so you could hold a top-volume rock concert out here with no problems.

For some reason, this privacy made me feel extra nervous. I might as well have been breaking into Castle Dracula. If you had yelled "Boo!" at me I would have died in an instant.

Walking around to the back of the house, I saw the huge pool. I knew that dragons loved to swim, but I had never seen a pool with a fourty-foot-depth before. The porch was nearby. Those cathedral-sized sliding-glass doors were pretty much begging to be busted open. You'd think that he'd have better security. The doors were locked, but that didn't matter.

Even though nobody was home, I knew I had only one shot at this. I had to do absolutely everything right and be as quiet as possible.

I pulled out the tape and started to lay out strips that were seven feet high, as if I were storm- proofing them. Aaron told me that taping the glass would keep it from showering onto me when I broke it. By the time I was finished with that, I was so nervous, my hands were shaking as I put the tape in my pants and pulled out the hammer.

You don't have to do this, a little voice told me. You can join Aaron in his GTA lifestyle! With the money you make selling Meth to bored college students, you can go back to college! You could be an architect like your dad!

I raised the hammer, sweating like the thief I was about to become.

Don't be a fuckhead! You'll....

The glass started to crumble under my frantic swipes. It sounded like I was crushing a heavily-

wrapped christmas present, the noise drowning out my pleading conscience. A few more bashings and the lower half of the glass panel hit the tile floor with a crunchy thump. I stared at my handiwork for a moment. I dropped the hammer on the patio and slowly walked into the kitchen.

I felt like a little kid amongst all the dragon-sized furniture. Keeping my ears tuned to the sound of approaching cars, I slipped into the dragon's home. I didn't dare to even turn on a light. Trying to remember everything Aaron told me and all I ever knew about burglary, I figured that a place this loaded would have a silent alarm.

The nearest police station was ten miles away, but that didn't mean a cop-car wasn't even closer. I had to get moving. Pulling out the flashlight, I walked through the kitchen and into the living room.

Standing in the middle of the house, I figured the whole place was a hundred and fifty feet long and fifty feet wide. My flashlight wandered all over the place. Polished oak floors and persian rugs. Was that a rusty ship's cannon over there? Fishing nets and weights were hung on one wall. A painting of a seventeenth century frigate was on another. There was even a giant clam shell as big as me by the front door. This guy definitely embraced his aquatic ancestors.

Enough sightseeing. I looked for treasure chests or anything that glittered like gold. No way could I steal any of this stuff, not even if I had a car. In front of me was the front door. To my right was a wall with two bookcases. Even the books were extra-large.

I turned left and saw a door and a stairwell. Opening the door, I saw a sparse room with only a bed, window, small bathroom and a night stand. Guest room. Nothing worth stealing here.

There was a light switch next to the stairs. Ready to turn them off in a second, I flipped the switch. Thankfully, they just lit the stairwell. It didn't look like the light could be seen from the living room windows. Turning off the flashlight, I crept slowly down the flight of stairs into what looked like the dragon's basement.

The concrete floor and grey cinder-block walls made this room look pretty bleak compared to the luxury upstairs. On the right was a door. To the left there was a fuse box, water heater and air

conditioner. And an ancient-looking wooden chest, with rusty iron bands and cracked brown wood. It didn't have a lock.

I grinned. Jackpot.

It can't be that easy! My conscience whined. This whole thing stinks!

Ignoring the bothersome voice, I knelt in front of the chest. Holding my breath, I put my hands on the lid and slowly lifted it.

Something glittered inside. Man, I felt like I just won the lottery.

The lid opened as far as it could. The light above me wasn't very bright, so I had to squint to see my new-found treasure.

Something was off about the gold. The coins didn't look like doubloons or even pesos. I picked up one coin and peered at it.

It was a brass game token from "Sammy Skunk's Burger Palace".

They were all game tokens.

It's a set-up! Get the fuck out now!

I hear something scraping behind me. I turned to see a thread of blue light that crackled. It hit me in the exposed neck. My whole body felt like it got slammed with a sledgehammer as I slump- ed to the ground.

The voice kept screaming at me until it too passed out.

When I came to, I felt woozy, as if from heat exhaustion. It took a moment for me to fully realize that I was naked. I was tied onto what looked like a leather-padded sawhorse. I tried to sit up, but my wrists and elbows were bound with thick leather cuffs to the outside of inch-thick oak planks that were spread three feet apart. My legs were bound at the ankles and knees the same way too, only placed even further apart. Neither my feet or my hands could reach the blood-red carpet.

As I squirmed in my bonds, I felt a belt strapped tightly over my back near my hips. My head hung over the edge of the foot-wide support board. My cock and balls draped over the other end. I could barely move in any direction. With a slowly growing dread I realized that this thing wasn't just torture equipment. It was also designed for humans.

I looked around as best I could. The cinder-block walls were painted black. There was the door I saw earlier, so I had to still be in the basement. The ceiling had thick white padding, like in a loony bin. Sound mufflers. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a wall that had whips, paddles and I couldn't see what else.

In front of me was a small gym. Barbells, weight-lift bench, chin-up bar, that sort of thing. Whoever tied me up could apparently lift six hundred pounds, if the bench-weights were any clue.

Looking at myself again, I saw a tiny, blood-stained bandage on my right forearm. Did he give me a shot?

No. Not a shot. It was from a blood sample. He was going to have me checked for diseases. When he found out I didn't have any...

The door swung open with a bang and there stood an eight foot tall dragon. He had the bullet-shaped head that one would find on a snake. Two long black horns were on top of his head pointing behind him. The dragon was black with red skin that went from the front half of his long neck, down his large chest, his slim belly and down to his balls. I couldn't help but look at his crotch and, oh, god, he was as horny as a reindeer.

As he closed the door behind him with his long, thick paddle-tipped tail, I got an even closer view of his dick. It grew out of a cock-slit, was solid black, humanoid with a round, bulging head and was at least a foot long with a five inch diameter. His balls were the size of lemons and hung heavy in his rubbery sack.

"I hope you like what you see, slave," his deep voice rumbled as he grinned evilly. He knelt in front of me, his yellow snake-like eyes studying me. "Because you are going to be with me for a long, long time."

I started to shiver as he started to slide his large hands over my arms. For a lawyer, he was pretty muscular. Six hundred pound lifts had to be easy for him.

I said, "Please, mister..."

"My name is Eskerata Badayo, " he interrupted. "I am a very powerful lawyer who could put an innocent man in jail and let a murderer run free. I could rape you, torture you, carve my name

and e-mail address into your back with my teeth and I could still put you in jail for fifty years

without parole!"

A long purple tongue slithered out of his mouth and began to lick the sweat from my brow,

making me flinch. "After all," he bragged, "Who would take the word of a male prostitute against my own?"

My eyes bugged out. "H-how did you know I was..."

He clamped a huge hand over my mouth. "I know who are, Mike Donogan. I know what you have been doing for a living, I know what you intended to steal from me and I even know what your father wanted you to be."

Eskerata let go of me and stood up. As he walked behind me, he patted my ass and said, "Failures like you are cheaper than paper plates and just as disposable. Still, you will pleasure me just like my last slave."

I heard the scraping sound of a jar opening behind me. "You are not the first to try to steal my gold. Oh, yes. We dragons do have our treasure hordes."

Something cold and gooey suddenly splattered on my exposed anus. He began to slowly rub what I now knew to be lubricant into my ass. He was taking his time, making sure that I was good and loose for him. I began to thrash frantically, still not being able to budge more than half an inch.

"As rich as I am, I crave more than just material weath."

Two smooth and slippery fingers began to spread my walls apart, getting me ready for the main event. My arms and legs began to ache from my struggles. I had to get out, kick this guy in his huge balls and run the one-minute mile out of town, out of the state, out of the fucking coun- try!

His fingers slid out. Then his cock-tip took their place. I stopped struggling. His hands held onto my hips like they were bike handles.

A moment passed in silence. I closed my eyes, panting and sweating in fear.

The dragon said, "I want a slave."

His dick started to slid into my asshole, the thick head pushing into me. I lifted my head as far

back as I could and screamed. Damn! Even with the lube and fingers, this guy was going to split me open! I couldn't even clench to keep him out, he was so big!

"Mmmm, you're nice and smooth. With all that anal sex you've had, you should be."

"Jesusmotherfuck! Stop it, please! I'll do whatever you want! Just stop!"

Another two inches slipped inside me. If he kept this up, my ass was going to burst!

"You are already doing what I want you to do," the dragon said, in a matter-of-fact tone that chilled me. "Being helpless while I rape you."

It felt like half his huge penis was getting stuffed into me. In the fifteen years of my career as a prostitute, I have never had my butthole stretched so wide. Even those bikers who gang-banged me a few years ago weren't this well-endowed.

He held it there for a moment, purring with pleasure. He then leaned down, his enormous body engulfing me. Eskerata's arms wrapped around my chest, towering over me. His long neck turned in such a tight angle, he could look directly into my eyes. That made him look even more un- nerving.

"I love to look into the eyes of a new slave when I first fuck him."

Another inch went in. I yelped in pain and ground my teeth. I could only stare at the smiling dragon while he kept on pushing more and more of his unstoppable dick inside me. His muscular body slid back and forth as he kept getting closer to filling me to the brim. Eskerata's warm, heavy, scaly flesh only made me sweat even more.

As he started to slowly pump what felt like ten inches in and out of my butt, I whimpered, "Why? Can't you just...erf....call the cops....ugh...and have me...NNGH...arrested?"

He chuckled. "If I did that, I wouldn't have a slave to rape. And torture. And humiliate. And

maybe even keep for life. Besides, a pretty young thing like you wouldn't last a week in jail. You're better off with me."

As he sped up his fucking, the pain let off a little bit. I guess my ass could adjust to just about

anything.

"But why..ouch...me?"

"I love the taste of your species, especially during sex. The sweat, the tears, the semen. The musky smell of male human arousal is the finest scent in the world."

When he mentioned that last part, I suddenly realized that I was as hard as he was. My eight inches was puny compared to his foot-long monster. When he lowered his head to look under me, he saw my boner. His still-greasy fingers reached down to stroke it. As much as I hated to admit it, he was good at this. As much as I hated him for raping me, I was getting hornier by the minute.

I bit my lower lip as he beat me off. The dragon's cock slid in and out a little faster. His other hand reached over to my left nipple and started to pinch it in rhythm with his humping. My erection got a little harder from that extra pain.

"Mmm. The last slave said you liked nipple-play. I'll have to use my clamps on you, then."

Amongst all the waves of pain and pleasure that washed over me, I had to wonder; last slave?

Who the hell was he talking about? This guy seemed to know a lot more about me than I did about him. Had this guy been spying on me? Did he set me up to be captured?

Eskerata's dick finally hit the back of my colon. He must have known this as he didn't push more of his meat in. He held it still for a moment while he kept jerking me off. I started to squirm again. How could I be getting aroused from all this? It felt like my body was betraying me. I hated every minute of being here, but my ass had gotten used to the dragon's erection and my own dick was reaching critical mass from Eskerata's hand-job.

He kept milking my dingus and started fucking me again, slowly. Eskerata let go of my nipple and started to rub my balls. I could hear his huge lungs breathing in and out like bellows. His increasing heartbeat thumped in my back. It was hard for me to breath as he began to crush me.

The huge cock began to swell a little as he started to pound my immobile ass. The grease on

my dick heated up as the dragon kept rubbing me and tugging at my nuts.

"Ooohh, yessss..." He hissed. Pressing down on me even further, he fucked me a little faster, my ass and cock feeling like they were on fire.

I couldn't hold back any more and neither could he. We both yelled in orgasm as I spurted like a water pistol while his hot cum flooded my ass. Those large balls of his must have dumped at least a cup of his jizz in me. I suddenly needed to take a hell of a dump, but his cock plugged me up.

It took a few moments for both of us to stop pumping our loads. He finally got off my sweaty back. I took a few deep breaths of air as I shook the sweat off my head.

He let go of my batch and pulled out. Cum oozed out of my ass and dribbled down my ball-sack. I felt just as achy and dizzy then as I did when I first woke up. The enormity of what just happened to me came crashing down as I started to cry. Not only from the physical pain the dragon forced me to endure, but from the mental anguish of knowing that I could have avoided all of this. The voice in my head didn't even say anything. It knew that I had royally and irrevocably screwed up.

This was one of the million different ways that I could lose in this world, I realized. What I did and who I was dealing with decided that for me.

I heard a clunking sound near my ass. "This bucket will keep you from staining my nice carpet."

He was licking his fingers clean of my semen like it was ice cream. He smiled at me, admiring his new prize.

"I'll clean you up later, slave," Eskerata said as he opened the door. "Next time, I'll make you suck my dick."

Then he flicked a switch by the door and the lights went out. When he slammed the door closed, I was all alone in the dark. Helpless in my bondage. Stinking of sweat and semen. Crying as hard as I could, letting out all of my grief and regret in the secret torture chamber of a rapist dragon.

* * *

I must have been sleeping, because I didn't notice that the dragon had turned the lights on and was tying my hands behind my back with a long leather strap. He unbuckled the belts on my back and legs. He then grabbed my shoulders from behind me and pulled me away from the bench.

My legs caved in and my sweaty body slipped out of his hands. The pain of my knees hitting the carpet so hard woke me up.

"Get up, you messy slave," Eskerata demanded as he lifted me back on my feet. The room spun for a moment before I could keep my aching knees from giving out again.

The smell of cum, piss and shit started to fill my nose. The bucket he had placed behind me was half-filled with everything I could squeeze out of me as I slept. How long was I out? What time was it, anyway?

He started to rub my chest and belly, lovingly. His tongue slipped over my neck, tasting my old sweat. "You must be hungry, slave. Do you want something to eat?"

At the mention of food, my stomach started to growl. I skipped dinner before I broke into this guy's house. Now it felt like I hadn't eaten in a day.

He walked over to a part of the room I wasn't able to see, forcing me to walk with him. My eyes still stung from the sweat, so my vision was blurry. It wasn't until he led me up over a small porcelain rim and onto cold tile that I realized that he had a shower installed in his basement.

"Don't try to run away. I locked the door." He squeezed my arms so hard, I could feel my bones ache. He leaned into me and growled into my left ear, "Do you understand, slave?"

I nodded, my tongue still stuck to the roof of my mouth. I was really thirsty as well as hungry.

"Good. Hold still." He let go of me and I could hear the sharp crackle of plastic. Then there was the squeaking of metal. I could feel cold water flow past my feet. The water warmed up and a sudden wet blast from a shower hit my head. All the sweat and stink was getting washed away as I felt a soapy sponge begin to scrub my neck.

I turned my head up into the thin streams of water and began to greedily slurp up the hot water. My tongue immediately loosened.

My vision cleared at last and I saw a shower that was big enough to hold both of us with room to spare. The foot-wide shower-head was on a long hose. The plastic curtain that surrounded us

was decorated with red and black chinese dragons, their long, snake-like bodies intertwining endlessly.

The dragon continued to scrub every inch of me, the rosy scent of the soap and the shower's

steam surrounding us. My head was clearing more and more, even with my remaining hunger. I hadn't expected this kind of attention. He was actually taking care in his cleaning. Eskerata scrubbed my sore butthole extra gently. My cock and balls were handled as if they were the most precious treasures in the world. My hair was getting a slow, deliberate rising with his thick fingers carefully massaging the soap into the scalp.

Oddly enough, this reminded me of the times I washed my german shepherd Thor in my dad's shower. This was about a year before I graduated from high school. That silly dog would moan with pleasure as I gave him the careful, considerate cleaning that Eskerata was giving me now. Now I know how that dog felt.

Was he just being nice to me for the time being? I expected nothing but cruelty from someone so savage, but now it seemed that maybe he cared for me, in the same way that one cares for....

A dog. I was the dragon's pet now.

That revelation took the pleasure of getting cleaned so carefully away in an instant. I hung my head as he finished scrubbing every inch of my body.

"What's the matter, slave?" The dragon asked as he removed the shower-hose from its hook and began to rinse me off.

I strained against my bonds that I had managed to forget about for a few minutes. I could feel my grief rising as I turned to face Eskerata.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

He rolled his eyes as he put the shower-head back in its place. He shut the water off and looked at me for a moment.

"Because you tried to steal my gold. Because I can. Because it's dragon nature to dominate another male that's smaller than me. You are angry with me for raping you. Did it ever occur to you how mad I am at you!?"

His rising voice made me cringe. He simmered down a little. "It's not suprising that you attempted to steal from me. Others have tried, you know. You are not as clever as you think."

Eskerata rubbed my sore shoulders, working the muscles loose. "I waited for you under the stairwell. I made sure my tazer was fully charged so that it would knock you out the minute you opened the fake treasure chest. Standard operating procedure."

"Who warned you about me?"

The dragon replied, "My previous slave. He tried to rob me years ago, as well. Now he finds slaves for me."

"Where is he?"

"Why?" He chuckled. "Do you want to kill him for setting you up? I only wanted him to send me the criminally inclined. If male humans were corrupt enough to actually invade my private property for their own gain, then they deserved to be raped and beaten into submission."

The dragon's meat was growing an inch every second. Was he going to do me right here in the shower?

"How many slaves have you had?"

His bobbing erection was as stiff as a brick. He put one hand behind my head.

"You ask far too many questions, slave. Get on your knees."

I did as he commanded, being careful not to hurt them again.

"I've been told that you have blow-job skills that would make a wooden indian spurt. Prove it.

Suck and lick my cock and balls. You wanted a meal, so you will drink every drop of my cum. If you bite, I will break your jaw. And then I will snap your arms and legs. Understand?"

Suddenly feeling a rush of fear, I nodded, wide-eyed. I stared at the big black dick that waited for me. Opening my mouth, I let the dragon push my head down. The warm, hard, flavorless flesh stuffed my mouth and throat until I was almost ready to puke.

When I protested with a muffled "Mmph!", he let go of me. "Four inches is all you can take? We'll have to work on that. Get to it, slave."

Trying to adjust to the cock's enormous size, my tongue slid around the fleshy folds under the head. The dragon growled and stroked my wet hair. I tightened my lips and began to suck.

"Ah! Yes!" Eskerata threw his head up in ecstasy, his huge bulging chest rising and falling as I pleasured him. Recalling every cock-tease trick I ever did for the hundreds of wangs I've drained over the years, I made him moan and squirm. His legs shivered a little as he struggled to stay on his feet.

Swaying my head back and forth as I swirled my tongue around his dick-head made his lips tremble as he tried to not blow his load too soon. Rubbing the most sensitive part of his erection with just the tip of my tongue coaxed him into panting. Humming while I slowly suckled the cock caused the dragon to gasp and moan. Making loud, messy slurping noises as I sucked made his tail swish violently, the curtain getting a few hard swipes.

I pulled out and began to lick the dragon's large, heavy balls. The red, slick, hairless sack-skin felt like a rubber balloon as I caressed each nut with kisses and licks. Pulling one into my mouth, I slathered my tongue over the rubbery gonad. The other one got the same treatment. Then I nuzzled them, letting them roll over my nose and face. I even rubbed them with my slick hair, tickling them. That made him purr and say, "Oooh, that's creative. Not even the last slave thought of that."

Oddly enough, I found an unexpected comfort in what didn't quite feel like rape. It almost felt like I was the one in charge of the sex, not him. If I could make him happy doing this, perhaps Eskerata wouldn't hurt me. He seemed pretty serious about breaking my bones if I pissed him off. Staying on his good side was my best bet for now.

I'd think about escape later. Maybe if he would just forget to lock the basement door...

"That's enough," said the dragon. "My balls have gotten enough attention. Make me come."

Oh, I'll do that, all right, I thought as I started to suck his bulging cock-head again. You'll spurt so hard, your nuts will shrink to the size of peas.

As I nursed him, he balled up his fists. I looked up to see if he was going to punch me and saw that his head was pointed straight up at the padded ceiling. Was he whimpering?

His cock made that familiar swelling that I felt in my ass. The dragon began to hyperventilate.

Trying to push my head down to take five inches, I saw his rippling stomach muscles suddenly stiffen and I knew from hard-won experience what was about to happen.

Eskerata yelled even louder than the last time as thick, salty goo spurted down my throat. If I was new at this, I might have choked to death on the never-ending stream of dragon cum. When you've sucked as much dingus as I have, you learn to control your gag reflex.. My throat opened up on instinct and my empty stomach began to fill up with his cream.

I held my head still as he kept coming and coming. After twenty seconds or so, nearly every drop was in my belly. It was like drinking a tall glass of warm eggnog. Nothing to it.

Pulling out, I looked up at him and saw an unmistakable gaze of affection in his reptilian face.

I've never seen a dragon look like that before. They usually look grumpy or pissed off. Not here. Not now.

"Milk the last drop out, slave," he said, gasping.

I planted my tongue-tip on the base of his dick and slowly slid it up the path of his urethra. When I reached the head, a large blob of jism suddenly blossomed. I licked it off and had to smile to myself. Mission accomplished.

Looking at his balls, I saw that they had indeed shrunk, if just a little. Eskerata had to have been fully drained by now.

"Very well done!" He said, gripping my arms and lifting me off the floor.

The dragon then drew me close, his drooping cock between my ankles. He squeezed me tight, purring happily. Eskerata held me for a few moments, swaying back and forth, his heart thumping in my ear. He then put me down and opened the shower curtain.

Grabbing a towel, he said. "Spread your legs and hold still, slave."

He dried me off with care, humming cheerfully to himself. After drying off my body, he picked up a brush and began to carefully comb my hair.

"I am definitely going to keep you. You are obedient and talented. From now on, you will call me master or sir, is that understood?"

I nodded. "Yes, master."

"I was rough with you yesterday to show you how cruel I can be with sex. I am also very good at torture. Today I was a little kinder to you so that you could see what your obedience will get you."

"Would you have really broken my bones, master?"

"Yes. I once smashed the legs of one slave who kicked me in the balls. He cried for days. After that, he was very, very obedient." The dragon snickered. "Not to mention bow-legged."

"What happened to him, sir?"

Eskerata looked into my eyes, studying me. "Don't ask. Just do what I tell you. You are very intelligent for a prostitute. Maybe you even know what's good for you."

If I knew what was good for me, I wouldn't be here, I thought glumly. Maybe I deserve to be his slave.

I pushed that defeatest crap away from my mind. I may be a little arrogant and maybe not as smart as I like to think I am, but I wasn't going to let this pervert get the best of me. Living on the street was better than being some dragon's sex-doll.

All that warm dragon ball-milk in my full stomach was beginning to make me feel tired. I still had no idea if it was day or night, but I started to feel like I hadn't slept in days.

As I yawned, the dragon noticed. "Oh, my little slave is getting sleepy. Well, it's time for bed."

He led me past the shower and the bench I was strapped to. There was so much stuff down here it

was hard to take it all in at first glance. There was the wall of paddles and whips. A six-foot long bamboo cane hung near them. Next to that was a glass case full of jelly dildos that were of nearly every shape, size and color. I saw the tazer that Eskerata undoubtebly captured me with.

As he led me past all the torture equipment he was bound to use on me, he pulled a pair of handcuffs off a display hook. He untied the leather strap from my wrists and quickly clicked one cuff around my left wrist. Eskerata tossed the leather aside.

In the corner of the room was a mattress that had several pillows. Above the pillows was a

large steel ring that was bolted to the cinder-block wall. A large steamer trunk was nearby.

"Lie down on the mattress and raise your left hand," he commanded.

When I did as he said, he fastened the opened cuff to the steel loop.

"I hope you are comfortable, slave. I'll be gone for a while, so you'll have a chance to rest up before I fuck you again."

The dragon walked away, flicked off the lights and closed the door. By myself in the dark again. At least this time I could move around a little. Not being able to see anything made it easier to fall asleep.

When I awoke a while later, I noticed something around my neck. At first I thought it was a belt, but after pawing at it blindly, I realized that while I was sleeping, Eskerata had put a thick leather collar on me. It was pretty tight on my neck. I couldn't find a latch or buckle. How the hell did he put this on? It felt like there were several metal disks on the inside of the collar. Were these fastening bolts that kept me from pulling this thing off?

My mind raced, trying to figure out this new mystery, when I saw a thin sliver of light. The door was open by maybe a quarter-inch.

Staring at the light, I scooted off the mattress as far as I could to get a better view. My left hand slipped a little through the handcuff. Not by much, but enough to give me hope. I stood up

and got as close to the wall-anchor as I could. Spitting on my cuffed hand until I was parched helped lubricate my wrist. My right hand clenched my left hand into a tight loop until I was ready to scream in agony. With one hard yank, My knuckles scraped against the metal, cutting into my fingers. Gritting my teeth, I pulled once more. My left hand shot out of the cuff at last.

I had to take several deep breaths to get over the pain of my gouged knuckles and fingers. Instinctivly putting my freed hand to my mouth, I could taste the copper flavor of blood.

This couldn't be another set-up. My hand hurt too much. Not even my conscience nagged at me. No doubt about it. It was time to get the fuck out of Dodge.

I cautiously opened the door, trying to look everywhere at once. It would really suck if the dragon waited for me in the same spot twice, his tazer ready to take me down again.

All clear on the stairwell. I felt naked in more ways than one. I was acutely aware that there weren't very many hiding places in this house. There was only the guest bedroom and its small

bathroom, so that left only....

I stopped at the top of the stairs, sifting though my memories of this house. It soon occured to me that I had never seen the master bedroom. Where the hell did Eskerata sleep? There was only this floor and the basement.

The recurring pain in my hand made me look down at the blood-slick fingers. I opened the guest bedroom door, being careful to use only my right hand when touching anything. The bed- room window gave me just enough moonlight to see what I was doing. So I got raped twice in twenty-four hours? No wonder I was still so hungry. Not even the dragon's generous donation of jizz could keep me fed for long.

I couldn't find a phone in here. Come to think of it, the rest of the house didn't have one either.

Closing the door quietly, I resisted the urge to just jump through the window, I didn't want to bleed to death on the way back to town. Besides, I needed to find either my old clothes or just a bedsheet. No way I was going to the cops bare-cock naked. It wouldn't matter. I didn't give a shit about Eskerata's threat about putting me in jail. Lawyer or no, abduction and rape was still a huge no-no for anybody, dragon or human. If we both went to the slammer, that would be justice enough for me. Would the cum in my belly count as evidence? All the more reason to escape ASAP. It wouldn't do to completly digest the proof of rape. My injured hand might not be enough for a search warrent.

The bathroom sink was soon streaked with blood as I washed my hand, being careful to only use the moonlight and the thinnest, quietest stream of water possible. When the bleeding mostly stopped, I poked around in the cabinets. No bandages in sight. I had to tighly wrap about ten feet of toilet paper around my stinging hand. Satisfied that the bleeding had stopped, I pulled the top sheet off the bed, wrapped it around me like a shroud and slowly opened the door.

The house was as quiet as before. That scared me more than anything else. At least the lack of hiding places for me meant fewer ambushes from him. In theory.

I crept over to the kitchen and saw that the dragon had cleaned up the mess I made. He had also boarded up the patio door. No escape that way. I turned around and went straight for the front door. My heart began to pound, only now with hope. Ten big steps to the great outdoors!

I screeched as my entire body jerked at once as I fell back several feet. Landing on my back, I writhed as my entire body was in agony. My heart was jack-hammering, giving me chest pains.

Was I having a heart attack? Why did I feel like I just got zapped by Eskerata's tazer?

Feeling the collar, I remembered the now-warm metal disks that touched my bare skin. I shivered with dread as I realized that the dragon had fastened an electric collar on me.

When my heart settled into a regular beat and I had the strength to stand up, I left the sheet behind as I raced to the kitchen. I had to cut this damn thing off! Where where the knives in this place? Opening drawer after drawer, I could only find napkins, spoons and other dull objects.

Trying to keep from weeping in mounting frustration, I took several deep breaths while

I thought about my options. Let's see, this collar zapped the hell out of me because this house is rigged with one of those invisible fences that are meant to keep dogs from wandering off. Why did this collar almost kill me? Aren't they supposed to just give an animal a little zap and that's it?

Another mystery for the police to solve.

My skimpy knowledge of invisible fences (that came from seeing a tv ad once) had me recall the fuse box downstairs. If I cut off all the house's power, the fence would turn off and the collar wouldn't have any more electronic triggers. No more shocks.

I ran down to the fuse box, no longer worried about making noise. I opened the box and switched off every circuit breaker, the last one cutting off the light overhead.

As I put the sheet over me again, I began to feel as jumpy as before. I stared at the door as if it were about to explode.

To hell with burglary, I thought as I primed myself for another dash. As soon as my hand

heals, I'm going to not only bust this loony dragon, but I'm going to help Aaron sell meth!

Everybody wins!

Smiling to myself, suddenly high on all my new hopes and dreams, I ran for the door.

Feeling like a truck just hit me at highway speed, I slammed flat on my back. My heart flipped out on me once more and I lied on the floor, pounding my frantic heart into submission with my blood-stained hand. I cried harder than ever before, hot tears streaming down my face as blood roared in my ears. God-damn-motherfuck-shitshitSHIT!! What was it going to take to bust out of here?!

Crying for several minutes, time no longer had any meaning. I might as well have been on the floor for days, sobbing and bleeding.

When I had calmed a little, I looked around and saw that I was still alone. I didn't dare look out a window to see if a car was in the driveway, but it seemed to me that if the dragon was still here, he would have come running the first time I got shocked. He did say he was going to be gone for a while.

I shook my head. So what? That just meant that when he came home, he would see that I had tried to escape and...and...

I shuddered as I tried to imagine what he would do to me as punishment. Recalling all those paddles, whips and dildos, I couldn't even imagine what he would do. Maybe he would break my legs like he did to that one slave! I was so freakin' doomed!

My heart was starting to pound from my panic, so I paced all around the living room, trying to calm myself.

As I walked in circles, I began to go over my previous questions about this place. Where did the dragon do his lawyer business? That kind of work required at least a computer and legal books to do his business with, right? Where was all that stuff? Where was his phone?

I thought about the bookcases nearby. Maybe he had something there that would answer my first few questions. Maybe I could find an exit that way. What else could I do?

I looked over all the books he had. The last time I ever read anything more sophisticated than stroke-magazines was when I was college. Man, had it really been fifteen years since I quit my old life of academia and "getting a great future", as my father once put? Jeez, I didn't even know if the old man was still alive. After our falling out, I didn't really give a shit, being so full of myself.

And now? Well, getting raped and electrocuted can take all the piss and vinegar out of anyone.

I had to hang onto hope of escape, though. I couldn't let Eskerata take that away from me. If I gave up that hope, what would I be? Broken like a race horse. Worse than a prostitute. Or a thief.

I forced myself away from the ugly past and back to the books. I carefully scanned the titles, looking for anything useful.

"Dragon's Tortures." By K. Baken. Dragon BDSM porn novel. No surprise there.

"Anal Assault. Volume seventeen." If I ever got into porn magazine-shoots, I might have been a centerfold in this magazine collection-book.

"Sobek Park." Some cheezy-looking dragon smut comic book.

I shook my head in dismay. Didn't this guy every think of anything other than sex or torture? There was even a book called "Of Human Bondage" by Somerset Maugham. Pervert.

Wait a minute. That last book wasn't sex-related, in spite of the misleading title. My high school reading teacher read that book to my english class once, back before school-funded televisions did all of the reading. Why was this book here, amongst all the stroke material?

Curious to see if it was the same edition that my teacher had, I started to pull the book out. There was a loud click behind the bookcase as it slid towards me slightly. The book was stuck half-way out and wouldn't budge.

I peered behind the bookcase. It had opened on a concealed hinge. There was a door. Nothing left for me to do but open it.

I slowly turned the knob, waiting for any hint of the collar going off. Nothing. I took one step inside the dark room. No zaps so far. Feeling a little less pensive, I walked a little further into the room. Beyond the door was a soft gray glow. When I closed the door, I saw that one wall was covered in ten large television screens, each showing a different scene.

I was stunned to see this. Didn't I shut off all of the house's power?

I looked at every screen; a high definition view of the front yard, the back yard and so on. There was the front door on one tv. Even the living room had a camera trained on it. Other screens showed the torture chamber in green-tinted night-vision. So this bastard was able to watch me even with the lights out? Christ.

Going down the array of spy-views, I saw that he even peeked into the guest room, the kitchen, the bookcase and...

There I was, looking at the screens. That image suddenly blurred to Eskerata's grinning face.

"I love modern technology, don't you, slave?"

I gasped and spun around. There he was, standing in the darkness, only his face was lit by the video camera's light.

He put down the camera and turned on a lamp that was next to a huge bed. Eskerata was naked, his cock dangled in mid-erection. He looked at me as I shivered and cringed, my knees banging against each other.

Finally he smiled paternally. "Well done, slave. You have gone much farther into my house than even the last two slaves. You are far more clever than I had ever dreamed."

I whispered, "Please don't kill me."

He laughed quietly as he walked towards me. "I'm not going to kill you, slave. I am going to punish you for your escape attempt. However, I am also proud of you."

Eskerata came closer as he held up what looked like a television remote. "Your attempts to escape my modified invisible fence will be very educational. You see, everything my hidden cameras see is stored onto DVDs. I have also recorded our sessions together. There's even a camera over the basement's shower. That blowjob you gave me will make excellent smut for my eyes only."

I could only stare at him. I had officially run out of ideas, out of options and out of hope.

He walked past me to the door and turned on the lights. This hidden room was as big as the basement. The carpet was the same blood-red color as the basement's carpet. The walls and ceiling were covered in male dragon and human porn. Dragons torturing humans. Dragons sixty-nining with humans. Dragon centerfolds. I was looking at a sausage-fest that was at least three hundred pictures strong. The ocean of men stopped only around the ten DVD recorders, a dresser near his bed, the desk where Eskerata's computer lived, a bookcase of law books and a opened bathroom door.

Next to that door I saw what looked almost exactly like the fake treasure chest the dragon had baited me with. The lid was open and I saw an alluring sparkle. The dragon's gold was less than thirty feet from me. That somehow made me feel even worse.

"You finally found my gold!" He said in a sarcastic tone. "Congratulations!"

He pointed the remote control at me and said, "This controls your collar when you are not

near the fence. I can kill you by simply holding down a button for ten seconds. You will lie face- down on the floor with your hands behind your back. Now!!"

His sudden roar made me drop like a brick to the carpet. He turned around and went to his dresser. Putting the controller down, he opened a drawer and pulled out a belt.

Now's your chance! My conscience said.

To do what?

You could run behind him, grab the remote and then run! That thing could turn off the fence!

My legs wouldn't move. Nor my arms. It wasn't just fear that kept me in place. It was defeat.

Eskerata came over to me, holding just the belt, and said, "Hold still."

You stupid asshole! You didn't listen to me when you first got here and you're not paying

attention to me again! Do you really want to be this guy's cock-warmer?

I closed my eyes as he sat on my legs and tied my hands together, wrapping the belt tightly around my wrists.

What I want is irrelevant, I told my conscience. My desires got me into this lousy mess in the first place. First I was a college dropout. Then I was a whore. I tried to be a burglar and failed miserably. And now I was a dragon's sex-slave.

There are a million different ways you can lose in this world, but just three different ways was enough for me. When I told the voice in my head that, I didn't get a reply. The truth hurts, espe- cially when you need to know it.

I was done making all the wrong decisions. My master would think for me from now on.

When the dragon finished buckling the belt, he got off of me and said, "Get up."

I did as he told. Eskerata grabbed the back of my neck and led me to his bathroom.

"Sit on the toilet and face the wall."

Doing as he commanded, I heard him say, "That was a very brave and clever escape attempt, slave. You were willing to do anything to get out, weren't you?"

In a low, submissive tone, I replied, "I had to try, master."

I heard a cabinet door open behind me. "Maybe I should have opened your handcuff by another quarter-inch. But then you might have suspected that I was testing you."

"T-testing me?"

"I like to do that to my slaves. I wanted to see how much aggression, intuition and creativity you have. You're too smart to have been a prostitute for so long, slave. Perhaps I shouldn't be suprised. After all, didn't you tell Aaron "I'd rather suck dick than get that architect degree?"

I didn't dare turn around, but what he said stunned me bugeyed. The dragon had never mentioned Aaron by name before. I had nearly forgotten that he knew so much about me.

He knew way too much about me. I had a horrible revelation, one that I should have had a day ago.

"Master, did Aaron set me up?"

There was a whoosh of water from his sink.

"What does it matter? You belong to me now."

That cinched it. That rat-fucker probably got pissed at me for not wanting to be his meth-van driver, called Eskerata and....wait, how did he know that the dragon would want me for a slave unless...

Unless Aaron was the "last slave" that the dragon kept referring to. I only knew him for five years, but I never asked him what he did before he met me. Oh, crap. I guess those rumors about some dragons were true; they loved interspecies sex. That was the ultimate forbidden fruit. Eskerata simply ramped up the taboo by a few degrees, that's all.

"Hold still, slave. I have to get your wounds clean. I don't want my prize to get an infection."

He pulled off the toilet paper. When he started to wash my wounds with a soapy wet towel, the sudden pain made me hiss and wince. Eskerata then put some ointment and bandages on the

wounds. He then wrapped up my hand in a mitten of gauze, taping the ends together. All of this was done with the same gentleness that he showed me in the shower.

"Get up."

I wobbled a little, every muscle screaming at me from getting shocked twice in one night. My stomach started to growl.

"Hmm. Hungry again, slave?"

I nodded as I said, "Yes, master."

"Well, I want you wide awake for what I plan to do to you. Follow me, slave."

He picked up the controller on the way out of his room. When we were in the living room, he

held up the remote and said, "Don't move."

The dragon closed the door and then pushed the bookcase against the wall until he heard a click. He went past me and down the stairs. I heard him switch all the circuit breakers back on. When Eskerata walked into the kitchen, he motioned me over.

Eskerata had turned on the kitchen's lights and was pulling bread, milk and meat from the huge refrigerator. I noticed a dozen little dragon-shaped magnets on the door, arranged in a circle.

"Sit down on that chair, slave," said the dragon, pointing at a chair next to the counter.

I did as he commanded, watching him pour coffee grounds into a brewer. As the smell of coffee drifted throughout the kitchen, my mouth started to water and my belly groused again.

The dragon was making a turkey sandwich with mayo, lettuce and swiss cheese. By the time he was done, the coffee was ready.

He poured me a cup and placed the sandwich in front of me. Putting down the remote, he walked behind me. Picking up the sandwich and the coffee, he said "Take one bite and one sip until you have finished your meal."

I was so hungry that I polished off my dinner in under a minute. He stroked my hair lovingly for a moment before taking the remote.

"Get up and follow me, slave."

Feeling better after getting a real meal and not just a protein drink, I obeyed.

I felt a strange calm as I walked down the stairs and back into the old homestead. The dragon turned on the lights, closed the dungeon door behind him and put the remote on the sawhorse I was strapped to earlier. He opened the steamer trunk that was near my bed and pulled out a three foot long steel spreader bar. It had thick steel shackles bolted on each end and a long chain wrapped around the middle. The shackles were held shut with large screws and bolts.

On the way back towards me, he looked over his collection of torture toys and removed a large

black leather ring-gag. He put the spreader bar at my feet and unwound the chain. The chain was three feet long and had a large hook on the end. Eskerata then held up the ring-gag and ordered,

"Open your mouth, slave."

I gaped my mouth as wide as I could, yet the gag barely fit. My jaw ached as he tied the gag's leather straps tighly behind my head. Not even my jaw could move. I started to drool on my chin as the dragon unscrewed the shackles.

"Spread your legs."

They separated so far apart that I almost fell over. Eskerata fastened the shackles tightly onto my ankles. He then stepped behind me and placed his hands on my back. "Now lie down, slave. I won't let you fall."

When he carefully guided me down to the carpet, he picked up the end of the chain and began to hoist me off the floor upside-down. His thick, bulging arm-muscles barely strained as he hooked the chain onto a steel ring that was wedged between two cushions. When Eskerata stepped away from me, I realized my head was level with the dragon's groin.

Satisfied with the arrangement, he went to examine his whips. "It's hard to get an erection when all of your blood is rushing towards your head. But don't worry, slave."

He chose a brown leather whip that was at least ten feet long. Stroking the whip, he posi- tioned himself a few feet in front of me so I could see my punishment coming. "I'll make you nice and hard for your master."

The whip whooshed behind him as he reared back. The whip came at me as fast as a bullet and wrapped around my gut.

"GAAAAHHH!!!!"

Goddamnit! My skin was on fire!

The whip hugged my belly and back before pulling away. I looked up at the thick, red welt the whip left behind. If he hit me any harder, I'd start bleeding!

I thrashed in my bonds, dangling like an obscene Christmas tree ornament. The chain rattled and my ankles started to hurt. I pulled as hard as I could against the belt on my wrists, but it was far too strong for me.

The whip swooped around my ass and cock before returning to Eskerata.

"AAARRRllgg..."

I gurgled out my screams as saliva dribbled out of my wide-open, immobile mouth and into my eyes, blending with my tears.

My squirming and wriggling caused me to slowly turn away from the dragon. A moment later, the whip cracked against my ass, with just the tip hitting the cheeks. I guess he didn't want to hurt my cock too badly.

"GUUHHH!!!"

With my mouth forced open, my sobs sounded more like strange laughter. When I began to

swing around to face Eskerata, he was massaging his dick. Licking his lips in anticipation, he took aim again.

Another whoosh and the whip snaked around my chest, hitting my injured hand and my nipples. Every whipping planted painful red wounds that were crisscrossing all over my body. When I started to sweat, the injured skin stung even worse.

Now I know why he fed me and gave me coffee. The meal woke me up so much that the

agony he forced me to endure felt as sharp as possible.

The whip then slammed around my legs. I looked up again and saw my boner standing at attention. Every time I squirmed from the whippings, blood was forced from my clenched ass into my dick. Even though it stung, it was ready for its job. It was the only time in my entire life I ever hated having a hard-on.

"Ah! There it is!" The dragon said eagerly as he dropped the whip.

I could only dangle helplessly as he stroked my cock, licking it with his long, slick tongue. When my penis was straining from his lapping, he placed his own dick in front of my dribbling

mouth.

"This time you will take a lot more than just four or five inches, slave."

Eskerata guided his cock-head firmly into my mouth, the gag making plenty of room. He then placed both his hands behind my head. His mouth clamped over my boner.

He then shoved the entire twelve inches up into my gullet. Since I was upside-down, my throat was in perfect alignment with his erection. His powerful hands held me down until his balls pressed into my eyes.

That thick meat was held still for a few moments. Then he began to slowly fuck my mouth and throat. I involuntarily started swallowing, he was so deep. The collar made my throat extra tight for his pleasure.

He began to make that now-familiar purring noise again as he fucked my face and sucked me off with equal vigor.

When I started wheezing from the lack of air, he pulled out. I gasped, choking on my spit. I took a few deep breaths. After that, he plunged his meat into me again. I whimpered as I wished he had fucked me instead. My throat was hurting from the pounding he was giving me. My teeth ached not only from the ring-gag but also from the dragon's groin smacking me in the face faster and harder. His heavy balls kept banging into my eyes, making me squeeze them shut.

My lungs were about to burst when he yanked out his cock. Giving me a few moments to refill with air, he pushed his meat into my throat, gripping my hair tight.

Meanwhile, Eskerata kept blowing me, stopping only when he let me breath. It was as if he wanted us to come at the same time.

After another minute of face-fucking, he began to pant. I was given another chance to gasp for breath again before he slammed his penis into me once again. A few more thrusts and it bulged, making my jaw ache even worse.

My dick fell out of the dragon's mouth as he roared like a lion. His erection was pumping like crazy, but I didn't taste anything. His load must have gone directly into my stomach. My hair was getting yanked harder as he thrashed in orgasm.

After the spurting died down to a trickle, he slipped his dick out. I started to cough violently as the remaining semen started to travel down my throat and into my mouth.

While I was trying to get rid of the jizz that I couldn't even swallow, the dragon started to frantically pump and lick my erection. Finally, I couldn't hold it in anymore. Being upside down, my jizz splattered on his still-hard cock. After milking me of every drop, the dragon held his rod in front of my mouth.

"Lick it clean."

Even though I wanted to obey him, I still hesitated. I thought I had surrendered, but my hatred of the dragon still burned within me. I never was very good at dealing with authority figures.

"Do what I told you, slave." He growled.

My tongue feebly reached out to taste my own seed. I tried to swallow the cum, but the gag made it impossible. I could only lick up small amounts before the jism slipped off and either fell into my eyes or onto the carpet. I started to sob as I kept following his order.

After a few minutes of licking and drooling, his thick black dick was spit-polished.

"Well done, slave, " said Eskerata as he walked out of sight.

I heard metal scraping under me. When I looked down, I saw the bucket he had used the first time he raped me. Thank god he had cleaned it.

The dragon then untied the ring-gag and carefully unhooked it from my teeth. My jaw creaked

as I worked it back and forth. I was finally able to swallow the cum in my mouth and throat.

As he walked to the door, he said "You still hesitated, however. There remains a little bit of defiance left in you. When I return, your disobedience will be obliterated. Then and only then will you be ready."

It hurt to talk, but I said, "Ready for what?"

He reached for the light-switch. "You'll find out. I will see you in a few days, slave."

"Wait! Master, please! Don't leave me like this!"

The lights went out as the door closed.

Even after a minute of begging and screaming, the dragon never returned.

When you can't see anything, your mind tries to compensate by magnifying your other senses.

I could feel every inch of my bladder and bowels steadily filling up. When they both reached the bursting point, I discovered that my torture was now self-inflicted. When I started to piss, the urine stung my whip marks like crazy. I could only whimper as my face got stained, too. The pee dribbled off of my forehead and into the bucket.

What was a hundred times worse was when I had to take a dump. I held my tied hands out of the way as far as possible and let nature take its course. The bucket picked up whatever wasn't stuck to me. The stink got so bad that my stomach began to churn. Every breath I took made me more and more nauseated. Finally, my belly couldn't hold back anymore.

When I finished barfing, the smell was now a million times worse. I was alone, naked and helpless in the blackness with my head in a thickening cloud of four different stenches; piss, shit, vomit and semen.

I thought things couldn't get any worse. Then my now-hollow stomach began to complain again. My throat burned from my stomach acid. I desperately needed to drink some water.

The filth below me started to decay. I couldn't even heave anymore.

After a few hours, my bladder and bowels filled again. Soon, I was twice as filthy.

A month seemed to pass.

The welts stung and throbbed. My ankles were screaming. Every muscle in my body stiffened and ached. Pain seemed to come at me from a thousand different directions, getting worse and worse until it seemed to reach into infinity.

I could only sleep in fits and starts. There was my father yelling at me when I told him I quit college. I couldn't even hear him, but I felt his rage so intensely that when I woke I could swear he was right next to me. After so many years, all the horrible memories I suppressed were creep- ing up on me. The pain and darkness allowed nothing else. When I saw myself walking away from Dad for the final time, I wanted to die.

A year went by.

I was in Dan's Den, watching Aaron bragging about how he conned me into burglarizing Eskerata's home. Dragons and humans were toasting him and cheering like he was a war hero.

All I could do was watch my father's rage and my former friend's treachery. I had never felt so alone in my entire life.

Eskerata was the only one left in the world. He was also in my dreams, only the dragon simply looked at me. It was odd how he treated me like a loved pet, but would then abuse and rape me. At first I thought he just despised me for trying to rob him, but some of the things he said didn't come from hate.

You're too smart to have been a prostitute for so long, slave.

He held me tight in the shower.

Maybe you even know what's good for you.

The dragon ran his fingers through my hair.

Like a lover.

He only punished me when I wasn't obedient.

Like my father.

You're better off with me.

It was as if a window had opened and a fresh breeze swirled around me. It was so obvious what Eskerata was doing, I couldn't see it. I was so concerned with myself, I only knew what the dragon was doing to me, but until now I didn't understand what the dragon was trying to do for me.

He was trying to wake me up.

In the last dream I could remember, Eskerata held out his hand, and I took it.

And then I opened my eyes. Truly opened them.

I could feel my last inch of foolish resistance slipping away for the final time. The dragon had finally won. And I loved him.

Darkness.

Agony.

Stink.

Love.

Obedience.

* * *

When he untied me, I couldn't feel it.

When he scrubbed me clean, I barely knew it.

My mind was a stream of white noise. Time and space weren't anywhere nearby. It took two days for me to come back to earth.

My eyes were still closed, so for a moment I thought I was still in the basement. Then I felt soft sheets covering me. Bed sheets. The same ones I tried to escape with.

When my eyes flicked open, I saw the guest bedroom. Morning sunlight was beaming into the room. I wasn't tied up. The collar was still on me, though.

Then the rest of my body woke up. I could only pitifully cry out in paralyzing agony. Every inch of movement felt like a hammer-blow. The welts were still all over my body, though they didn't hurt nearly as much as my muscles and joins. I could barely swallow. The electric collar felt like it was choking me.

The bedroom door opened. The dragon was clothed in a dark-blue bathrobe. He held a tray in one hand as he said, with a broad smile, "Good morning!"

My pain was forgotten for a moment as I gaped at the dragon that was actually wearing some

clothes. The tray held something I haven't had in years. Waffles that were an inch thick. A tall glass of orange juice. A small bowl of blueberries. In other words, a healthy breakfast.

My body dutifully reintroduced its thousand aches and pains. That's when I noticed that the dragon also served me a bottle of aspirin.

Eskerata put the tray down on the night stand and shook out two pills for me. When he picked up the glass of juice, he said, "Try to swallow them slowly."

When the aspirins slid down with the help of the orange juice, I tried to sit up. I winced and shivered from the effort. The dragon sat next to me and gently pulled me up the bed until I was sitting. My head rolled around a little in sudden dizziness.

My master looked at me, rubbing his chin. "Hmm, maybe five days was too long."

"Whuh?" I mumbled.

"You were quite a mess. The dungeon's getting fumigated now. That's not the only reason why you're upstairs, though."

"Huh?"

"You talk in your sleep. You said "I love you, Eskerata" at least a dozen times." He winked at me. "You must have been delirious."

I shook my head, my neck complaining from the effort. "Nuh-uh."

When the dragon put the tray on my lap, I put my injured hand on his.

"Love yuh. Mmnaster."

He leaned in close and gave me a hard lick on the cheek. "I love you, too, slave. You're still weak, so I'll feed you for now."

"Th'nk yuh."

When that first bite of waffle hit my mouth, I practically had an erection. I moaned again, but

this time, it was from blissful pleasure.

I felt like a hundred year old man, what with the dragon having to hand-feed me and escort me to the bathroom every few hours. One thing I remembered from the distant past was that there was a hidden camera in this room. I didn't feel violated, however. I felt protected. A big, strong, sexy dragon was looking out for me. That made the next week of healing up feel like Christmas.

After eight days, my whip-marks had disappeared. I could walk around and feed myself. My bulging gut had melted away in the dungeon.

When the dragon tried to bathe me in his shower, I hesitated.

"Master, I can't go in there."

"Oh, because of your collar? Don't worry, it's waterproof." He grinned. "Don't you remember pissing into it?"

Eskerata was right, of course. He was always right.

When my master was satisfied that I was healthy again, he introduced me to his gym.

I was a beanpole type, so Eskerata didn't introduce me to anything heavy-duty. A simple but steady regime of push-ups, chin-ups and so on. After another week of that, he and I were ready for some fucking.

For the first time, he didn't tie me up when we screwed in the gym. He was on his back and I was licking his cock like it was a lollipop. My hands rubbed and stroked his balls. Then I wrapped my healed left hand around the base of his dick and slowly pumped it.

The dragon writhed when I did that as he moaned. "Oh, that's good, slave. Keep doing that."

Pretty soon, his erection puffed out again and warm pud spurted into my mouth, over my chin and onto my hands. The dragon bucked his hips and dug his claws into the carpet, gasping and trembling. Soon he calmed down and gazed at me, grinning. His tail slapped behind me, wagging happily.

Licking my hands and his dick clean, I said, "What now, master?"

He sat up and pointed to the bench where my hundred-pound weights sat. "Go lie down on that."

When I did so, I grabbed the barbell.

Eskerata grabbed my ankles, spread my legs and slowly pushed his cock into me with care. He was always gentle with the sex nowadays, no longer needing to punish me.

When he filled me up, I lifted the weights. When he pulled out, I lowered them to my chest. That way, my straining muscles squeezed his erection towards another orgasm.

"You are..erff...getting stronger, slave. NNG!" He gritted his teeth and hissed with pleasure.

Ten inches slid into me, with no pain at all. Practice makes perfect.

"I will never...oohhh....be as...oof....muscular as you, master."

"You...unf...won't need to be...mmm...for what I have planned."

"What do you...ahh...mean, sir?"

His cock strained against my walls again. Putting the barbell back on the bench's rack, I braced myself for the dragon's cum enema.

Eskerata filled me with his cock, all twelve inches of it, his balls pressed against my ass. He panted and hollered as my colon filled up with his goo. I held on to the bench as my anus squeezed the last drop from him like it was a toothpaste tube.

It took a minute for him to pull out and stop gasping. He stepped away from me and leaned down, his hands clamped onto his knees. I can wear out anyone, I guess.

Finally, he stood up and crooked a finger at me. "I'll tell you in the shower."

I was scrubbing the dragon's muscular back with a large soapy sponge, avoiding his thick tail, when he said, "I haven't told you everything about me, slave. I have only given you hints. And sometimes I lied to you to terrify and test you."

"Lied to me, master? About what?"

"I never broke anyone's legs, slave. The slave that kicked my nuts got out the front door and almost made it to the road before I chased him down. I punched him out and tortured him for two weeks before his will broke and he truly became my slave."

He paused, perhaps savoring the memories. "After I helped him find a profession he was good at, which in his case was an electrician, he installed the invisible fence into my home. The remote controller for your collar was his design, as well. He even set up a portable generator in case the power should ever go out." He turned his head and winked at me. "For any reason."

I began to scrub his tail as he continued. "He even modified the collar you're wearing. Even though he was no longer my slave, he still wanted to help me. I suppose that's a fringe benefit of my business."

My hands stopped washing the tail. I blinked. "Business, master?"

"I don't make any money off of what I call my second job, slave. But then, money isn't every- thing. Not when I can help humans get better lives."

Remembering Aaron, I asked, "Master, how many slaves have you had?"

"You are the twenty-seventh slave that I have had over the last three decades."

There was that hammer-stunned feeling again. I dropped the sponge as I tried to imagine all those slaves getting raped and whipped. Did they all try to rob him? How many times did the dragon's bucket get filled with a slave's piss and shit?

Eskerata turned to look at me. Tapping my shoulder, he said, "I didn't tell you to stop scrub- bing, slave."

I quickly snapped awake and grabbed the sponge. As I continued to bathe his tail, Eskerata resumed. "I'm older than I look, slave. Dragons age twice as slowly as humans, so even though I'm sixty, I'm not even close to middle age. Which means I have many more years to go before I'm too old for this line of work."

"Raping and torturing people is work, master?"

He sighed. "Get over here and face me, slave."

I did as he ordered. He looked down at me. "Do you remember the book that opened the secret door in my bookcase? The one called 'Of Human Bondage'?"

"Yes, master."

"Did you ever read it?" Not giving me a chance to answer, he continued, "It's about a young man who has a futile crush on a horrible woman. When he discovers how fruitless his infatuation is, he outgrows his old self and discovers free will and freedom from his own bondage. This free- dom that he craved could only be accomplished by doing away with the frame of mind that led him into chains in the first place."

The book was a little more complicated than that, but my master was basically right. I could almost sense what he was trying to get at. Even though I no longer resisted him, I was still a little slow upstairs.

"When I was first robbed, burglars tried to steal my computer. My gold was hidden but my bedroom wasn't. I didn't even have this dungeon yet. I caught them at it, but they still got off easy with just six months in prison. Soon after they got out, they broke into another home. The owner had a shotgun, however, and blew both of them in half. Two lives were destroyed due to their own greed. Their own bondage."

Eskerata looked a little sad. "Soon after this tragedy, I began to think about how to not only protect my gold, but also how to save would-be criminals from themselves. The first step was to hide my bedroom behind those bookcases."

My master motioned toward the sponge. I began to wash his chest, listening to his story.

"The fury I felt towards the next thief helped feed my appetite for torture. I wasn't going to let any more criminals get off easy. My powers as a lawyer are not as great as I made them seem, slave. Even with my best efforts, the crooked can still get back onto the streets."

He grinned, those sharp teeth gleaming like dice. "But not if they break into my home. The first slave I captured only wanted my paintings and heirlooms. I was clumsy and inexperienced.

He almost died from my beatings until he struck a bargain with me. If I gave him enough money to get his medical degree, which is what he tried to pay for through burglary, he would find more criminals for me. I agreed, and he is now a successful doctor. He still helps me by testing the blood samples from those I have captured."

I remembered something from my first night in this room. The bandage on my arm. I'll be damned. Everything about my master was getting bigger, making me feel smaller. I was just another slave to the dragon.

"I freed him from his bondage of crime. The next step was furnishing my basement into a dungeon. Over the years, I have refined my techniques of forced pain and sex. The gold I inherited from my family only serves to finance my slave's new lives. Through a series of business fronts, the gold is laundered and buys whatever my slaves need to get better, crime-free lives."

"But why have a dungeon, master?"

Eskerata frowned, a little impatient. "I already told you that's it's dragon nature to dominate smaller males, slave. I also have a taste for BDSM. Once you hear the whip crack, you can never go back. Do you honestly believe that any burglar I capture would ever listen to sincere nego- tiation? In the thirty years of my career, I have never had a repeat offender, something no ordinary prison can claim. All thanks to a dragon that abused humans until their wicked minds broke and were replaced with something better."

I asked, "Replaced with you, master?"

He patted my head. "No, slave. With a better version of themselves. After that, they were on their own, never being allowed to even visit me. That was another lie I told you. I never intended to keep you here forever. Can you imagine me fucking an old, toothless man?"

We both shuddered at that horrible image.

I thought for a moment. "Master?"

"Yes, slave?"

Looking into his eyes, I asked, "Aren't you lonely doing this?"

The dragon looked away from me and into his past. Finally, he said, "Sometimes. I have friends from work who visit, but none of them are allowed to stay the night at my house. The guest bedroom is for obedient slaves only. Noone must ever know about my second job. The gold I use was never reported to the government, which is how my family has stayed rich for three hundred years. Not even my parents know about my slaves."

I scrubbed his belly, listening intently.

"They also don't know that I'm gay. I feel pretty lively when I have a slave, but sometimes my former slaves can't find a potential house-thief for months. That's when this dungeon gets very quiet and I have to make do with my porn collection."

"So I can't stay, master?"

"No. Believe me, I wouldn't be doing either of us a favor by keeping you. With my help, you will find your freedom from not only my bondage but your own."

I started to wash his cock-slit and balls. After a few moments, I looked up at him.

"Master, you know that my father wanted me to be an architect. I was stupid and walked away from that. I don't want to be stupid anymore. I want to go back to college."

The slit twitched as my sponge rubbed it. The head started to creep out.

"I'll pay for that education, but you will have to earn it online here. I want to make sure you are really ready for the outside world again before I let you go."

My eyes bugged out as I smiled. "Really, master?"

He nodded. "Yes. You do have some duties to perform until then, however."

The dragon pointed at his cock, which was ready for action. I threw down the sponge and started sucking. I hadn't been this happy for a very long time. I cheerfully brought him to climax. Twice.

While I was making him come, I couldn't help but wonder if my master's claim about always changing his slaves for the better was completely true. Aaron obviously didn't pan out in the long run. I doubt Eskerata wanted him to be a whore.

Whatever. I was going to be too busy getting my architect degree to worry about Aaron. For the time being, I had to forget about him.

In the next two months, Eskerata signed me up for an online course in architecture. It's not easy to get an education with just online schooling, but I eventually decided on getting an asso- ciate's degree in two years.

While I was trying to graduate, the dragon got me a renewed driver's license and a new sports car. I can't drive to a construction site to boss people around on a ten-speed bike, after all.

My master even got me a new wardrobe, but I wasn't allowed to wear it just yet. He still liked me naked. I didn't mind, preferring to see my master nude as well.

I shaved my head bald. Might as well, since God was making me an cue-ball already.

Even with the studying and courses, he and I still found time to fuck. There were even times when I strapped myself to that cool padded sawhorse, begging for a screwing. He would pretend

to rape me as we kissed and licked and drained each other dry over and over again. I strained in my bonds, wishing he would never let me go.

After two years, he had to. When his computer printer cranked out my diploma, I was back in the rat-race again. Yay.

While I read the diploma, Eskerata stood behind me and pressed something into the back of the collar. I heard a clicking sound and the collar fell to the floor.

I stopped reading and rubbed my now naked throat. It was like touching another person.

The dragon held a metal stick in front of me. "Magnetic lock. I bet you never thought to use the fridge magnets, did you?"

Those magnets were in a circle. A collar-sized circle. I could only shake my head and laugh. Even at the end of my stay, my master still surprised me.

"Congratulations, Mike. You're free now."

So why didn't I feel like cheering?

Putting the diploma onto the printer, I hugged him. After a few seconds, I started crying. I felt just as scared and sad as I did when I first left home for college.

The dragon held me tight until I stopped sobbing. When he pulled me away, I saw tears on his cheeks.

"I know I have to leave, master, but..."

"You are your own master now, Mike. From now on I am just Eskerata Badayo."

He turned away and rummaged in his clothes drawer. The dragon came back with his right hand closed around something.

"Hold out your hand, please."

I did so, and something landed in my palm. It was a black ring with silver engravings. Dragon engravings.

It looked like one of the many dragon rings that Dan the bartender wore.

I guess the walls of his bar-booths weren't as thick as they seem. He must have heard every- thing Aaron ever said to me.

"This is one of your graduation presents," said Eskerata. "Do you recognize it?"

I stared at the ring as I replied, "Yes, mas...Eskerata."

"Dan has been very good at finding slaves for me. That Fafnir scotch he serves makes anyone

talk loudly about their crimes. What drugs they sell, what homes they plan to rob, that sort of thing. All he has to do is listen. Just like any other bartender."

The ring fit perfectly over my right middle finger. The thousand dollar black business suit was his other graduation gift.

It felt strange wearing clothes again after so long, but I looked like a bald James Bond in that classy outfit. Stepping out into a cloudless day after over two years of being in the dragon's house felt off-kilter, like I didn't belong out here.

After loading up the car with my clothes and the diploma, Eskerata gave me an envelope that bristled with fifties and hundreds. He also gave me an apartment key that was clipped to an address card.

There wasn't any "Well, I'll be seeing you" or "I love you" or anything like that. We both knew what was coming and we both hated it. We held each other and kissed. His long tongue slithered around in my mouth, tasting me for the final time.

Then I got into my car and drove off, nearly hitting a tree from looking back at the house in my rear view mirror. I made a right turn onto the freeway and went straight into town.

Dan's Den was just as busy as it was two years ago. Dragons and humans drank and smoked side-by-side. I didn't see Dan, but I bet he was somewhere nearby. Looking over the crowd of strangers, I spotted a familiar blond.

When I walked over and sat next to my old buddy Aaron, I said, "How's the van running?"

He stared at me for a moment before his old sneaky grin popped up. "Mike! Holy shit, dude!"

Aaron slapped me on the shoulders, just like old times. "I thought you were maybe dead or somethin'!"

I held out my arms. "Look at the threads, bud. I didn't croak, I just laid low and waited for the heat to blow over. Two pounds of gold can't just disappear overnight, you know."

"Daaamn! You really hit the jackpot, huh?"

I looked around, as if worried about prying ears, and whispered, "That dragon lawyer is load- ed, Aaron. He's got a treasure chest in his basement that has at least a hundred million in gold in it!"

He nodded and replied, "Huh, if I knew that you'd strike it rich that way, I would've gone with you."

"By the way, Aaron, how's the meth-van biz going?"

Snorting, he said, "It sucks, man. I tried to drive the fuckin' thing, but the van tipped over on the freeway. The cops busted me and I was gonna get four years in jail. Thank god for prison overcrowding, 'cause I got out in half that time."

I forced myself to smile.

"But now I got a new plan, see. This time, we can sell crack through mail-order! With your fenced gold, we can a fuckin' killing!"

I held up a hand, suppressing my urge to punch him.

"There's a better way, pal. Why don't you do what I just did?"

He shook his head. "Naahh! That lawyer's probably got better security now."

"Nope! I've been spying on him. He's got a weak spot in his home defense. If you go to the back of the house and onto the porch, you can bust open the glass doors. After that, you turn left and down the stairs. The gold might still be there. He's on vacation in the Bahamas, so you have a few days to rob him blind."

"I dunno..."

"Did I mention I drive a sports car?"

"I dunno what I've been waiting for!" He got up and walked towards the front door. Aaron looked back and said, "Thanks for the tip, dude! I won't forget this!"

"I know you won't."

A voice behind me said, "I think you just earned a free drink, Mike."

I turned and looked right into Dan's dragon ring. I held up mine as well. We both looked at each other's rings and chuckled.

Reaching for a bottle of Fafnir scotch, he asked, "So, you want a shot of this?"

"No, thanks, Dan. I'll just have some orange juice."

While I drank in a room full of strangers, I sensed that this would be the last time I would ever be in this bar. I didn't need to be here anymore now that I've taken care of that idiot Aaron.

But I didn't feel any remorse about leaving. I didn't have the time or the inclination. The rest of my life was waiting for me. It wasn't going to wait forever, so I chugged my juice, paid Dan, and walked out the front door.

There are a million different ways you can win in this world. There are also a million different ways you can lose, too. Sometimes you need to lose in order to win. It all depends on what you do and who you deal with. And how they deal with you.

THE END