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Damn. Fucking hell if the feeling of ale going down one's throat wasn't the best thing ever.

As the gnoll drained his mug, he slammed it down on the wooden counter again. It burned down his throat, the taste just downright awful, but as Rowdy blinked, he felt the alcohol hitting him in the head as hard as if that fucking mug had somehow taken up a bat and slammed him with it. Now that felt damn good.

"Another!" he yelled at the busy bartender. The human just glanced at him with a hint of annoyance and started filling up a new mug for him. While he waited, the gnoll grinned and leaned back against the bar to survey the location.

The tavern was relatively small. Crude, that's for sure, but Rowdy preferred them that way. It meant they were usually more fun to hang around in. The whole building was made of old wood and, across the tavern's hall, a few tables were spread around as usual with people coming and going in-between them. The place was somewhat crowded, which was expected given that the night was just starting. Most of the patrons were humans, either adventurers, mercenaries like the gnoll himself, or perhaps one or another could be an actual citizen of this sorry town that Rowdy just happened to be passing by. Not that he cared. The reason he was looking through the people was another one entirely.

"That'll be ten copper for the two mugs," the bartender said as he slid another one his way. The gnoll picked it up and threw the human a charming, toothy smile.

"Ya think I'm stoppin' at two, old fella?"

The human frowned at him. Other people were calling for his attention, but he ignored them to give the gnoll a warning look.

"I charge 'em early to make sure I get my coin when the customer looks so..." The human looked down at him not finishing the sentence, but then again he didn't have to. Rowdy, however, merely took another swig of his new mug of cheap, crappy ale and grinned.

"I'll have ya know, I'm a top-notch mercenary, buddy, and I always pay my dues!"

The bartender lifted an eyebrow. "You a merc...?"

Rowdy set the mug down for the sole purpose of flexing. The gnoll's impressive musculature bulged when he did, biceps and chest alike showing the strength he had gathered from years and years of punching people in their faces. That was made much easier to see by the fact that the gnoll wasn't wearing anything that could hide his muscles. His fur-covered body was left entirely bare save from a ragged loincloth draped around his waist that hid his modesty, and even that was just barely hidden.

The human didn't seem to care about that, though. Another advantage of taverns like that! No dress codes. The display of muscles was enough to make him shrug and leave him alone to serve drinks to his other customers. Rowdy's grin only grew, proud at himself for pulling that one off, and then he went back to enjoying his ale.

As he leaned against the counter again drinking without a worry, well... the bartender had been right to ask. It was true that he was a mercenary, but it was also true that he didn't have a single penny left to his name at the time. Where would he even keep the money if he had any? Tucked inside his fucking ass? He wasn't carrying any coin purses! That was never a problem for the gnoll, though.

As a mercenary, he couldn't really afford to get a bad reputation in the town or nobody would give him work, but he did intend to pay his tab. He just wanted to enjoy a few more drinks before he made it happen.

The second mug turned into a third, then a fourth. The tavern was filling up more and more as it got darker outside and brighter inside. It wasn't long until Rowdy found his first target.

A group of humans that had been drinking for a while laughed at the other side of the bar. The gnoll approached them subtly, or at least as subtle as a tall, muscular gnoll like himself could, and as they finished telling their last drunken joke, he joined in on the laughter.

Drunk as they were, it was so fucking easy to put an arm around one's shoulder, clank their mugs together and be included in their own second, then third, then fourth round of drinks as well. Some people liked to tell Rowdy that he wasn't smart, but they didn't know shit. The gnoll might not be able to recite book quotes like some 'smart' people could, but damn if he couldn't talk or brag his way into a group to get free drinks. It was the easiest thing ever!

He milked the humans as much as he could. After a few rounds, the one paying realized his pocket was empty, so even though they still hung around for a bit longer, Rowdy made up an excuse and slipped away to find the next group that would get him drinks.

A dozen mugs of ale later, the gnoll had a very nice buzz going on in his head. It made the night grow more and more fun as it always did. The gnoll would spend a little time drinking on his own, then he would find the next vulnerable group to slink into and be rowdy with.

As he got more and more drunk, at some point he realized that his loincloth was gone. When he looked down, his member was just hanging there between his legs. One of the drunken groups had been talking about dick sizes and he had been eager to show off, but he must have forgotten to put the thing back on.

That explained the sideways glances he'd been getting, but he got those all the time. After all, there weren't many awesome, hot, muscular gnolls walking around, so all he did was grin. He did look around, for he would prefer not to have to make a new loincloth out of some rag again in the morning, but he couldn't find it. Oh well. The bartender was way too busy to notice it and even then, with how crappy the tavern was, he was sure he wouldn't be shooed away for it. The night was too good for that to happen! As Rowdy got away from the last penniless group, he returned to the main counter and just slammed the wood with his fist a few times to grab his attention.

"Next round's on those guys!" he yelled pointing at that last group. He picked up a mug that wasn't even meant for him and gulped it down before the bartender could even serve him.

"Hey! That was mine!" Someone said from behind him, but Rowdy just kept drinking.

A poke on his side finally made him turn around with the mug still turned over his muzzle that drained its contents.

"That was mine!" the voice complained, but Rowdy didn't see anyone. Was he already too drunk? He put the mug down and then realized that he was just looking too far up. As he looked down, he saw the obvious owner of the annoying voice.

Dragonborn were usually tall, but this one was not. His scales were of a light green color and he had the lizard-like appearance all of them did, even if he stood on two legs like everyone else. He was short and skinny like a twig with a long-hooded red robe draped over his puny form. To add to all of that, he had the cutest little frown all over his little face. As Rowdy turned around in his entirety to face him, the gnoll got to see the little dragonborn's face turning a bit red when his eyes trailed down and he realized the gnoll's nude state. Even drunk as he was, Rowdy couldn't help but grin.

Perfect. That guy was exactly the last piece he needed.

"Yo! So very sorry about that, lil' dude!" the gnoll said, taking a step towards the dragonborn and not sounding sorry at all. The other male took a step back in response, intimidated by his larger, way more powerful size for sure. Even better. "How's about you order a new round for us and we call it even?"

The dragonborn's frown grew larger. "Why in all the hells would I do that?!"

"'Cuz we're friends now! And you wanna be friends with a big, strong mercenary like myself, that's for sure!" Rowdy took another step forward and placed his larger paw on the dragonborn's shoulder, but as soon as he did the smaller guy's eyes went wide for a moment and he scurried back.

"D-don't touch me! You reek!"

Seeing the little guy afraid of even his touch only made Rowdy's grin grow even larger. The way the dragonborn's eyes trailed towards his hanging member with embarrassment as he stepped back didn't miss the gnoll's view. Guy sure as hell wasn't used to seeing a dick hanging around. Funny as hell. Rowdy had no doubt he was in complete control, which was why he raised his arm towards the bartender.

"Yo! One more round o' mugs for me and my friend here!"

The busy bartender just looked his way and nodded, but the dragonborn's face contorted in a new bout of cute anger.

"What?! I said I wasn't gonna-"

Rowdy interrupted him by suddenly taking a large step towards him again and, this time, enveloping his shoulder with his arms and pulling him close before he could scurry away. The skinny dragonborn gasped and squirmed, but for a much stronger gnoll such as himself, it was easy as fuck to hold the little thing close against the fur of his chest.

"We're friends!" Rowdy said with a fang-filled grin right against the squirming dragonborn's face. "And ya know what friends do? Friends cover each others' tabs! Ya gonna cover mine 'cuz you're my friend, ain't ya?"

The dragonborn looked at him with extreme outrage. Rowdy could see him trying to keep his face away from his armpit, which he supposed was maybe a bit sweaty. He didn't remember when was the last time he bathed or at least fell in water. It seemed to bother the skinny little guy greatly, so just to mess with him and drive his point across, Rowdy pulled him even closer, having to crouch down a little to do it, keeping him against his sweat-and-fur covered body.

"LET ME-!" the dragonborn tried to yell, but laughing at his squirmy struggles Rowdy just put his arm over his face and trapped the guy's nose right under it for a moment before letting him go. The dragonborn pulled back so hard that he stumbled back and fell right on his ass. It was the funniest damn thing the gnoll had seen all night.

With how crowded the tavern was becoming the little act of rowdyness was only even noticed by the people surrounding them. Most of them just laughed it off and went back to their business, but the dragonborn sitting on the floor was busy rubbing his face with the sleeves of his robes to clean himself off. Rowdy's attention turned towards the two filled mugs of ale that the bartender threw his way. The gnoll picked up both at the same time and raised them.

"Cheer! To my new friend covering my tab!" Rowdy made a show of raising both mugs (and made sure the bartender heard it), then bringing both of them to his muzzle to drink them both up at once. A good bunch of it spilled out down his chin and chest, but it would hardly be the first spill of booze on his fur that night anyway. It was only with both mugs half-drained that Rowdy put them down and saw that the dragonborn had stood up. His eyes were seething with cute anger towards him.

"That's ENOUGH!" the little dragonborn said. "I don't make a habit of wasting my time and energy on petty things, but you have crossed ALL the lines!"

The dragonborn pulled up the long sleeves of his robes. Rowdy's ears perked up and the gnoll's grin returned in full strength. He set the mugs down and just looked down at the guy.

"Oh? My new little friend's wantin' to get rowdy?" The gnoll's large paws clenched into fists and he pressed them together to crackle his fingers in a way that he knew would make painfully obvious the difference in strength between the two.

"Ye want some friendly advice? It'll be much easier for ya to just enjoy my company and pay my tab. If you come lookin' for trouble... let's just say my dick ain't the one that's gonna mind the tig-"

"Silence!" The dragonborn's voice was loud. Not loud enough to drown out the loud tavern, but there was something in his voice, a bit of a reverberation, that made Rowdy actually stop on his tracks.

The dragonborn's eyes fixated on him still showed he was boiling in anger. He made a gesture with his hands and that caused a chill to go down the gnoll's spine. A danger instinct?

Perhaps he would have heeded it more thoroughly if he wasn't drunk, but he shrugged the chill off, looked down at the little lizard-guy and grinned. The dragonborn would pay for his stuff for sure, he just needed a stronger dose of persuasion. Rowdy took another step towards the guy.

"Stop," the dragonborn ordered, and for some reason the gnoll did. When Rowdy looked down, he recognized the gestures the dragonborn was doing with his hands under his long-sleeved robes for the first time. He whispered some words of enchantment under his breath, Rowdy saw, and started to cast magic right there in the middle of everyone! The gnoll's eyes widened for a moment. The damned little lizard-twig knew magic! That made him dangerous and unpredictable. Not that Rowdy thought he couldn't beat him up, but it could be more troublesome than just picking him up and throwing him aside like he thought it would be.

Aside from a small glow coming from his hands, no big magic effects took hold and even though they were surrounded by people, everyone was too drunk or busy with their own business to even notice or care about what was going on between the two. Rowdy opened his muzzle to speak, but the dragonborn beat him to it.

"You think you're such a big guy, don't you? You like to brag? Well, we will give you something to brag about. Something for this whole town to know you for." The dragonborn made a final gesture and stopped, then smirked. Rowdy's smirk diminished a little bit. He knew he had to stop the guy before he did whatever it was that he was doing, but he just stood there, still. He wasn't entirely sure why.

"Listen to my words," the dragonborn said. When he spoke, it was as if all of the loud noise surrounding them dwindled down. The drunkards yelling, the people talking, the sounds of steps, of chairs, the clanking of mugs, everything diminished so that the dragonborn's voice, though low and subtle, was the loudest thing in the room.

"You like walking around like that? Showing off? You think you're so good at convincing people to do what you want?" The dragonborn's smile widened. He glanced down to Rowdy's nudity for a moment, then his eyes trailed back up to meet the gnoll's. "Then you will crave other manhoods. You will fixate on every man you see and try to seduce them into either fucking you or letting you suck them off. You need to keep begging, insisting and offering them things until they either do it or tell you to fuck off."

Rowdy listened to the dragonborn. As soon as he was done speaking, the sounds of the tavern seemed to return to normal. He glanced around and saw that nothing had changed. For a moment, he had thought he couldn't move or speak, but when he looked at his own paws, of course he could move! Only the memory of the stupid, ludicrous thing the dragonborn had said remained. Whatever the fuck he was trying to do clearly didn't work. The gnoll grinned, clenched his large paws into fists and took that step towards the dragonborn to close the distance between them again with a large grin.

"You tryin' to pull tricks on me? Well, would ya look at that, they don't work. Now why don't you go ask the bartender for that second round of drinks for us, give 'im a few coins, and maybe I won't grind your face against my dick just for trying to pull one on me?"

The dragonborn's stance had changed. He no longer seemed intimidated, nor did he seem to mind being close to the gnoll like he did before. That annoying smirk on his face didn't go away either despite Rowdy's threat, which made him want to punch it out real bad.

"Give it a moment. After all, I'm a man, and you're seeing me."

Rowdy lifted a displeased eyebrow. "Yeah, so? I'd say you're barely even a fuckin' man in those long-ass ro-"

The gnoll stopped. A sudden, sharp pain started in his head, ringing and hurting like fucking hell. Rowdy brought a paw up to grab at his forehead, but the sharp pain was inside! The gnoll gripped at his face as if he wanted to somehow reach in and pull it out, but he couldn't. Of course he couldn't. The pain started as high, but it quickly became nigh unbearable, to the point where he fell down on one knee grunting. Some people around them looked at him, surely thinking he had drunk too much, but he could barely speak!

The dragonborn, on the other hand, just stood there looking at him. "Remember what I said? About what you have to do? If you don't do it, the spell will... well, you can feel it."

The pain was too much! Rowdy looked up at the dragonborn and growled. What had he said he needed to do?

"F-fuck!" the gnoll cursed. "I fuckin' beg!"

Just like that, the sharp pain that had him plaguing him disappeared immediately. His head felt absolutely fine as if he had never felt any pain in the first place. The gnoll blinked but found himself still panting and on his knees in front of the smirking jerk.

"Beg for what?" the dragonborn asked with mockery in his voice.

Rowdy looked up at the fucker and showed his teeth. He was done being friendly. The little twig deserved a beating and he was gonna fucking get it.

The gnoll stood up and pressed a finger against the dragonborn's chest. "You listen here you little fuck! if you think I'm gonna-"

The pain came out of nowhere again, making Rowdy stop in his tracks. He gasped and gripped the fur around his head with his large paw cursing it, but there was nothing he could do against it. Nothing other than...

"FUCK!" he yelled loud enough to turn some heads. "I beg! Alright, fuck! I beg for your fuckin' dick!"

The pain stopped again. With his mind clear, Rowdy realized he had said it a bit too loud, drawing snickers and comments from the people surrounding them. The dragonborn seemed pleased with that and, for the first time that night, or maybe in a long time, the gnoll felt a rush of heat coming up to his face. Embarrassment. As if he would ever beg some fucking twig-lizard for his dick in normal circumstances. It was the gnoll's turn to look at the lizard with hatred, but the dragonborn now seemed as pleased as he had been before.

"You'll have to be more specific," the lizard mocked him again.

Rowdy started to growl again, but the pain threatened to return and he was unwilling to suffer it again. He wanted to advance upon him and punch his fucking face in, but the pain came when he thought about that too. He then wanted to turn around and get away from the lizard, but the moment he started to turn, the damned pain prevented him from doing that as well. The lizard's words were still burnt into his mind, unnaturally so. The thing he had to do, that he was forced to do. After a few minutes of stubbornly trying everything he could think of not to do it, Rowdy clenched his hand into tight fists and grit his teeth hard. He glared at the dragonborn.

"Please... fuck me. Or let me fuckin' suck you off?"

No pain. In fact, Rowdy felt a rush of relief, as if his whole body and mind had been held tight by something the whole time he wasn't doing what he was supposed to do. His body felt lighter when he asked to such an extent that he let out an involuntary sigh of relief.

"Hmmm..." The dragonborn brought a hand to his chin. He was still smiling as the fucking little tricky fucker he was, but he looked like he was thinking about it. "You ask so nicely, but I don't know if I should."

The answer brought that tightness and discomfort weighing over Rowdy's mind and body all over again. It was as if the pain was on the verge of coming back and he knew it fucking was. The gnoll's ears fell back instinctively. Fuck, he couldn't take more pain.

"Come on! You fuckin' did this yourself! I would rather die than touching any part of your pansy fucking tricky little b-HNNGHF!" The pain made Rowdy heel, huff and reconsider. "I fuckin' MEAN that I would really fuckin' like for you to... fuck me...!"

The dragonborn chuckled. Some people sitting at the bar were having fun watching the interaction. Rowdy growled at them, but when he turned back to the dragonborn he couldn't growl. Anything that felt like it wouldn't help convince him to fuck him brought the threat of the pain back. Foul fucking magic!

"Fine, then. I will allow you to suck me off," the dragonborn finally said, waving a hand towards the taller gnoll. A surge of happiness came from somewhere inside the gnoll. Enough for his tail to wag a little even if the thought of sucking that little fucker off disgusted him to no end.

"Not here, though. I'm not a crude dimwit like you are. I will allow you to do it under the table while I sit and drink."

Rowdy growled again. "EXCUS-"

The pain stopped him again. Rowdy fought it as best as he could, but there was nothing he could do against that awful thing other than saying what it wanted him to say.

"...TH-thank you!!"

"You're welcome. Follow me."

The gnoll was forced to follow. He glared daggers towards the much smaller lizard's back as he led the way through people towards the tables further on the back. Rowdy wanted to stop following him, to turn around and leave or at least punch someone to let out his frustration, but he couldn't do any of that. Not without his body reacting terribly to him not following the lizard's crazy fucking orders.

They got to one of the small tables on the back. Vacant, but with lots of empty mugs still lingering over it. The lizard took a seat, taking his sweet time, clearly not in a hurry, while Rowdy felt like he was going to explode in anger and frustration.

When he was sitting comfortably, the lizard fiddled with the hem of his robe and only then did he look at the naked, large gnoll standing there and forced to wait.

"Under the table. And make it slow, I'm not in a hurry."

The fucking curse made Rowdy nod to lighten up on him. The gnoll then angrily pushed the other chair away so that he could crouch down and get under the table. It was small, barely able to fit his large, muscular form at all and to everyone else it was very obvious that he was there with his paws, tail and sides sticking out from under the small table. He was forced to get there though, positioning himself between the lizard's legs just in time to see him brush his robes aside.

As a gnoll, Rowdy had a good nose, and the scent of someone's manhood was not what he was hoping to smell that night. When the lizard revealed his cock to him, he was already half-hard. Maybe the fucker got off from fucking cursing random people or something! The thoughts of fucking biting his dick off brought Rowdy great discomfort and pain, so he was forced to give in to what the curse wanted him to do, which was reluctantly approach the dick with his muzzle... and take it in.

If he was gonna be fucking forced to suck a dick, then he was gonna at least show that fucker how it was done. Rowdy took the dragonborn's whole manhood into his maw and pressed his tongue against it. He ignored the taste as best as he could and the way the dragonborn flinched in surprise actually pleased him, but the lizard's words remained inside his head.

'Take it slow'...

Rowdy's intent of twirling his tongue and starting to quickly bob his head over the lizard's dick to get it over with, turned into reprehension. The pain threatened him, so feeling even more frustrated, the gnoll was forced to fucking actually take it slow.

He withdrew from the lizard's dick and took an actual look at it. His initial sucking had gotten it fully hard. It was of a decent size, for a twig-lizard of course, and it was black and ridged unlike his own who still swung freely between his legs. Rowdy found himself wishing he at least hadn't lost his loincloth so that he wouldn't look like an actual slut being naked under a table sucking some guy's fucking dick. There was nothing he could do about it, though. He was forced to keep going.

The gnoll reluctantly took half of the reptile's cock into his muzzle and started to suckle at it slowly. The curse worked even there and then. If he didn't do his best to please the guy, if he slacked or even thought about doing anything to hurt or displease him, his body would feel heavy and terrible and the pain would threaten to reappear. The gnoll was forced to remain there, under the table, slowly pleasing the lizard that had cursed him.

The dragonborn above him let out a content sigh. Rowdy couldn't see what was happening, but at some point, the bartender came over to bring him a drink. The gnoll heard the chuckle the guy let out obviously knowing who was down there and what he was doing. Again, Rowdy wished he had chosen a slightly less shitty tavern that would maybe tell a patron not to do that right there in the middle of everyone, but truth be told, Rowdy liked to choose the crude ones exactly because he was usually the one getting a fucking blowjob from someone under his table...

Fucking hell!

The gnoll couldn't be sure of how much time passed. It felt like fucking hours to him, being down there on his knees with his broad back pressed against the underside of the table and treating the fucking lizard's dick like a lollipop. The salty taste of male pre-cum was all Rowdy could taste. Even the sweet-and-sour taste of his mead was gone! When the gnoll let out as much as a low growl through the dick he was sucking, his body already tensed up automatically and his head threatened to hurt. He forced himself to relax and keep swirling his tongue around the lizard's cock. It was all he could do.

Eventually, finally, Rowdy heard a huff coming from above. The fucking twig-lizard's hand dared to come down to hold the back of his head and push him forward. The gnoll was pressed down and forced to take the whole of the dragonborn's dick into his muzzle. He huffed through his nose, but even if it poked at the back of his throat, Rowdy was a fucking ace at taking everything, even dick, and he refused to let the lizard even think that he couldn't handle it. Breathing in through his nose, the gnoll remained there with his snout pressed against the lizard's scales and the whole of his dick down his muzzle. The dragonborn buckled forward in his chair a bit and groaned...

Rowdy's ears lowered themselves just a little. He felt his face growing a little hot again. That fucking bastard did not deserve him swallowing up his load, but he knew that he had no choice...

It came as expected. A burst of warmth, salty seed flooded Rowdy's muzzle and as he frowned, just about thinking about holding it in to spit it on the dragonborn's face when he was done, the fucker spoke again.

"Hmmfgh... yeeeah! Swallow everything, you savage!"

The urge to growl returned to Rowdy as strongly as the will to indeed spit it all out, but instead the gnoll found himself almost instinctively gulping down. The dragonborn's seed went down his throat and, as that cock kept twitching and spewing more, Rowdy was reluctantly forced to gulp it all down a second time, then a third... and still the salty taste of cum remained.

The lizard kept him there with his head against his cock until the very last drop of spunk had been deposited over Rowdy's tongue. Only then did the grip on the back of his head lighten up. When the lizard sighed, somehow, Rowdy knew that he could finally pull back. And he did.

"Fuck!" the gnoll cursed. He spat down on the ground a few times, but there was hardly any spunk left to be spat. The naked gnoll then almost knocked the table over while making his way out from under it. He stood up, clenched his fists and stared at the lizard with death in his eyes.

Rowdy realized that he had done what the lizard had asked. He had asked to be fucked or to suck him off, he had done it, and now the pain was no longer coming when he thought about shoving him head-first into a barrel, sealing it and sending it rolling down a hill or something. Rowdy's tail went as far as wagging when he realized that. The gnoll cracked his knuckles looking down at the dragonborn and opened a sinister smile...

The dragonborn, however, glanced over at him and still did not look worried in the least. The damned lizard tucked his spent cock back into his robes and sat back against his chair with a sigh.

"I believe we're done here. It was not a pleasure to meet you, my savage friend," the lizard had the audacity of saying. He picked up his mug and brought it up to his muzzle to take a sip, but the moment he did, Rowdy quickly tapped up the bottom to force the dragonborn to spill the drink all over himself.

The fucker's face when the mead soaked up his robes was absolutely priceless.

"Oh, we're not even fuckin' close to done! You're gonna regret every single sec-"

"Shut up!" the dragonborn said. For some reason, Rowdy found himself obeying. Then the lizard looked up at him with a gaze of such fury that the gnoll's ears fell back ever so slightly for some reason.

"I thought that leaving you here to deal with my curse would be enough punishment, but I think you deserve just a tad more to make your night even more memorable..."

At that point, Rowdy saw the lizard lifting his hand and a glow coming from it. Magic! However, after it happened, the gnoll blinked and... nothing else was as it had been before.

Rowdy was sitting at the table across from the lizard. He found himself slouching over it. The gnoll blinked again, feeling alert and confused, and sat back up straight. Something was dripping out of his muzzle and when he used his paw to wipe it he realized it was drool. Had he been drooling?

Rowdy looked up at the lizard who now had a fucking smug smirk plastered all over his hateful muzzle.

"What's wrong? You don't remember? Yeah. I erased the last seconds from your memory. Have fun figuring out what else you're going to be doing tonight." The skinny lizard stood up. "And you know what? You can pay my tab as well."

A twist of anger rose upon the gnoll's chest. He stood up as well right away with no intention of letting the dragonborn go. The lizard looked at him and pointed towards the side.

"Why don't you start with that guy?"

Rowdy was confused, but he instinctively looked at where the lizard was pointing. Sitting on the table amidst his friends was one of the many humans Rowdy had gotten some drinks from that night. He looked significantly drunker than before and his group was being loud and rowdy. A crude group of men, low-pay commoners that lived in that village and were drowning their week's salary in mead, he had guessed before.

The moment Rowdy's eyes set upon one of the men, however, he found himself almost unable to look away. That compulsion from before was returning in full strength. The gnoll growled and cursed, forcing himself to look at the lizard who had already turned away and started to leave.

"Fuck no! You're- you're not... FUCK!"

The pain returned in full force. His intention of going after the lizard instead of talking to that man was wrong. Rowdy forced himself to take a step towards the lizard, but just doing that made him feel like he was about to fucking die. His head burst into pain and his body felt like it weighed three times as much. The gnoll growled, but turned back towards the man and just like that, the pain went away.

Fuck!

The sheer thought of doing what that fucking lizard wanted enraged him to no end, but after a few more seconds of painful hesitation, Rowdy stomped angrily towards the group of humans.

He would find that lizard later, he told himself to make him feel better. After this, he would find him and he would make him pay by fucking him twenty times over.

The drunk man he had his eyes on was of the crudest sort. He looked to be in or close to his thirties. Good form, a little hairy, and muscular which meant he probably did some menial sort of labor. He smelled of cheap mead and cigars. Rowdy wrinkled his nose as he approached and, when he got close, all the humans turned to look at him.

"Heeeeyy! The beastman! Wherr's the round o' drinks ya promised earrlier?"

Even through their drunken stupor, they all still looked down to notice Rowdy's naked state. Drunk as they were, their comments on his low-hanging dick were not held back. Some of them were flattering, some less so. The gnoll grit his teeth in annoyance, but at first he just stood there looking at that man. Again, Rowdy did everything in his power to resist the curse inside his head. He knew what it wanted him to do, but he didn't want to do fucking do it! There was no escaping it, though. No option. By the gods, Rowdy hated magic with all of his guts.

After a few seconds of being stared at by the group of humans, the angry gnoll slammed his paw on the table, leaned in towards that human in particular and forced a smile.

"How 'bout you and I get frisky?" he said with a growl underlining his voice. "My fuckin' ass and mouth are hungry for some... dick..."

All the humans around them laughed and cheered at the gnoll's crude proposition. Rowdy twitched in anger. The fucking curse. If he didn't do his best to seduce the human, the pain returned. He had no desire to be sucking off a measly little human under the table again, but he wanted to get it fucking over with so he could get out and hunt that lizard...

"HAH!" the human laughed. "Ya know what? I could use a lil' fuck to go with my next round'a drinks!"

Rowdy's eyes widened a little bit. The fucker was taking the offer of his ass?! When the gnoll's fists curled he felt pain, so in the end all Rowdy did was fucking smile at the human.

"How'bout we go get a room and-"

"Room?!" one of the humans near them pretty much shouted. "I saw ya sucking a guy off under a table!"

"Yeah!" Another quickly jumped in. "You're already naked and fuckin' ready!"

The human he was seducing laughed with his friends at all of that. He looked up at Rowdy and stood up, already fiddling with his belt, which he pathetically tried to undo and failed, drunk as he was.

"Fuckin' bend over the table!"

Rowdy looked at him wanting to slap the fucker. After a few more moments standing there and hopelessly fighting against the fucking curse. The angry gnoll turned towards the table, slammed both of his paws at it with anger and bent forward while spreading his legs. His face felt hot all over again. He was going to kill that lizard...

The humans, meanwhile, threw a slander of crude comments at him.

"Nice ass!"

"Never seen a furry monster get fucked by a man before! Fuckin' ace!"

"Big guy must really like some meat up his ass!"

Rowdy's claws made marks on the wooden table's surface. He felt his tail getting grabbed and yanked up, then some fingers feeling up his ass and the thought of speaking against it brought him that fucking pain, so all he did was stand there and take it.

The humans thought it would be funny to use mead as lube, so they poured mead down over the human's hardening cock, which was fine, but when they held his tail up and poured a mug over his entrance the gnoll tensed up and growled. It ran down the back of his balls soaking his fur with the cheap alcohol. They all found that infinitely funny, but Rowdy wasn't fucking laughing.

Then, finally, the fucking human pressed the head of his tiny human dick against his entrance. Rowdy looked back and, truth be told, it wasn't that small... but it wasn't as thick and awesome as his own dick, obviously. He wanted to throw a comment at how small it was just to make the fucker feel bad, but of course he was unable to do it.

The human pressed his cock between the gnoll's cheeks and grabbed him from above like some kind of lover. Like a man grabbing his fucking bitch that he is about to fuck... Rowdy growled again, but the human was no longer intimidated by his growling in the least. Maybe that was why he was even allowed to do it...

"I always ask the names of the people I fuck with. What's yer name, big guy?" the human asked.

Rowdy wanted to ignore him, but he couldn't. He opened his mouth to say it, but instead...

"Gnollbitch," Rowdy found himself saying. After he did, his eyes went wide and he closed his muzzle shut. Why had he said that?!

The humans around them burst out in laughter. Rowdy tensed up, the urge to punch each and every one of them was rising fast, but the fucking curse wouldn't let him! He was resigned to just growl and endure the heat on his face all over again.

"That yer fucking name?!" the human asked. "Be serious! What's yer name?!"

Rowdy really wanted to correct him, so he growled and spoke again, but...

"It's fucking... Gnollbitch!"

What the fuck! Whenever he was about to say his name, that other word came out instead. The drunken humans burst out in a new round of laughter and even people from other tables were looking their way. Not only because a large, naked gnoll was bent over a table with his tail held up and ready to be fucked, but because of all the ruckus the humans were doing.

The one behind Rowdy pressed his dick harder against his ass. "Fine then! Gnollbitch, I'mma give ya the fuckin' of yer life!"

Hardly. Though Rowdy was usually the one shoving his dick into people, he had switched around with some before, and each and every one of them were far more impressive than that drunk man with the average dick. It took him forever to even find the mark as drunk as he was. The human moaned out loud when his cock finally made it past the gnoll's resistance. Ale made for terrible lube, obviously, but the human was so into it that he didn't seem to mind the friction as he moaned out loud and pushed himself into the gnoll.

Rowdy was left gritting his teeth and growling constantly as he just stood there bent over the table and took it. Although the fucking was unimpressive, the human pounded him pretty hard and that was enough for the gnoll to huff and feel at least some semblance of pleasure from it. His dick hardened against the table, growing against his stomach to the much more impressive length and girth than the one fucking him. Again, any thoughts of pointing that out for his own delight were greeted with a painful warning in his head, so Rowdy was forced to remain quiet while the human fucked him and his friends cheered around them.

The gnoll closed his eyes. The image of that fucking dragonborn smirking was right there in his imagination and the rage he felt over it... it felt kinda good. It made his cock grow even harder. Oh, how he longed to impale that twig-like lizard with his cock. The mere thought of it was enough to make pre-cum run down to the table and even one of the humans by the side pointing out that he was 'loving the fucking he was getting' wasn't enough to dissuade the gnoll from his delightful imagination. He would pin that fucker down against the dirt, rip those pantsy-ass robes he was wearing from his body, hold him down and shove his dick straight into his-

"Ffffuuuuccckkk!" The moan came from behind him and made Rowdy's ears perk up. The human shoved himself in hard into Rowdy, which was just barely enough to make him tense up a little bit, and just like that the fucker was already cumming. It had been what? Five minutes? The gnoll rolled his eyes, growling with even more anger to be forced to ask such pathetic men to fuck him. The human leaned over him seemingly out of breath from his quick fuck. The fucker looked like he could barely stand.

As Rowdy looked back at him he realized that, just like before, the curse had been satisfied. The gnoll smiled and took pleasure in using a single arm to shove the man back, forcing him to pull out and fall down sitting with his spent dick flopping about. The gnoll could feel some of the human's seed tickling down the back of his balls, but he was done. It was time to go find that lizard before he could get too far. If he thought he could escape...

"Fuck! That was fuckin' hot! Can I have a go at that ass too?" one of the humans near them asked. Rowdy snorted, turning towards the man with his teeth on display, but the moment he looked at them and opened his mouth to hurl an insult at him...

Rowdy's anger spiked to a whole new level.

He realized he couldn't say no. The pain was back. He would be forced to say...

"FUCK!" the gnoll pretty much yelled. As he thought about it, memories of what the lizard had first said came back to him.

'You will fixate on every men you see and try to seduce them into either fucking you or letting you suck them off. You need to keep begging, insisting and offering them things until they either do it or tell you to fuck off.'

...

...'every man you see'...

He couldn't be serious! Still, it was. It fucking was. Rowdy's eyes fell upon that second human and he found it hard to even look away. For the hundredth time he fought the curse, but in the end, all he could do was...

"F-fuck... fucking... hell. Yeah. Yes. Please fuck me. Or let me suck you off?"

The relief from the pain in his head was so fucking big even if the words he was forced to say made him fume in anger and drown in embarrassment.

"I like sloppy seconds, it's fuckin' lubed up an' stretched!" the fucker said. Rowdy was forced to turn towards the table and bent over all over again. He slammed his fist against it in anger one more time and felt his tail getting lifted...

***

Sarkhan watched the whole thing from the tavern's window. He just had to stay to watch the show. He had no doubt his spells had worked. The dragonborn had spent quite a bunch of his resources on that, but by the gods, it was worth it. Seeing that arrogant gnoll getting his dues brought the mage such satisfaction that he found himself grinning as he watched.

The gnoll was getting fucked by the fourth human now. While that happened, a different man held his head down against his crotch on the other side of the table as he sucked the man off. Getting through them faster was a smart move!

The table under the gnoll was matted with his own pre-cum. It hadn't been long since the savage had found out about his orders that kept the gnoll's hand from touching his own cock. It was a delight to see him try and try, but get blocked by the spell's orders. Sarkhan wondered if the gnoll would go as far as willingly asking someone to jerk him off while they fucked him. Eventually, he probably would, given that he would be forced to ask and seduce every man he saw. The crowded tavern seemed like it had at least thirty of them, most of them drunk.

The mage's grin widened just a little bit wider.

Though the show was good, it would likely go on for the whole night. He had things to do and places to be, so he turned around and made his way through the quiet streets, away from the loud ruckus of the crude tavern. As he walked, he hummed to himself thinking about what else that arrogant gnoll would have to go through with joy.

Sarkhan wished he could see the gnoll's face when he realized that even when he finally managed to leave or get kicked out of the tavern, the spell's duration was of a whole day. Would he be smart enough to hide and try not to get any man in sight? Or would he be foolish enough to go out on the streets where different men would keep walking by all the time? Given the gnoll's intelligence level, he suspected the latter.

By the end of the day, that gnoll would have a fame in that small town alright. The fame of sluttiest, most unsatiable fuck ever. Sarkhan would love to see him brag about that.

And that wasn't even to mention some of the other orders he had put on the gnoll. He had put a special level of power in that order that prohibited the gnoll from touching his own dick with his hands. He predicted it would last for about... maybe a week? ...Or a month? He had been pretty angry when he cast it, he could have overdone it. Oh well.

Sarkhan just wished he could stick around to see the other orders as well. The compulsion the gnoll would have to sink his head and drink from every horse water through he saw, the itch he would feel if he wore clothing for more than two hours at a time, the absolute need to try and suck his own cock whenever he heard the word 'self'... And many more.

That would teach that gnoll to think twice about who he messed with.