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Day 11: On Display

"The center of everything"

By Patrick D. Lambert

Batzz has never seen something like that before. It was as if something--or someone--had cut the space in front of him, creating a blue tear full of energy. In the brief instant that a blink last, he was pulled into the tear and the space around him changed completely.

He was no longer at home. The dark grey dragon found himself in the middle of an empty coliseum, abandoned many centuries ago but still standing. Before the surprise and confusion caused by the teleportation could hit him, a shiver went down his spine, and his legs trembled; that same arena where he was standing had been covered by the blood of countless warriors, making him feel insignificant in comparison.

Attired in nothing but his short denim jeans, Batzz clenched his fists and puffed his chest, freeing himself from the wandering spirits with nothing but his pride. His powerful presence was enough to send a small shockwave across the ground.

"Bravo!" Someone exclaimed behind him, making him turn immediately.

Walking into the arena was a tall blue crocodile with bandages around both arms and a green kerchief with two black stripes around his neck. His lower half was covered by some kind of skirt, green and with a triangle pattern drawn on it. Ethereal wings came from his back, and a glowing halo hovered over his brown mane. Despite being smaller and not having as much muscle as the grey dragon, Batzz perceived a strong energy coming from him.

The crocodile clapped as he continued walking towards him. In his face was displayed a smug smile, and his eyes clearly said he considered Batzz weaker than him.

"I would say I'm surprised, but I think we reptiles are powerful among all dimensions. Of course," he paused to take a better look at Batzz, "some are stronger than others."

Batzz grunted when he noticed the lascivious look coming from the stranger, but for some reason, he didn't do something to stop him. The crocodile inspected him from head to toe, marveling at his long, indomitable red mane and the two sharp horns coming from the sides of his brow. He stopped briefly at the orange X-shaped mark on his chest, and the muscular pecs and abs. But what really caught his attention was the bulge displayed in the already tight short denim jeans, and what caused Batzz to fluster and to cover himself from the dirty stranger.

The crocodile laughed at his reaction. "Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting to bring a specimen so... unique. But where are my manners? My name is Noku, and you belong to me from now on."

Noku adopted a fighting stance, holding both fists in front of him. Batzz had so many questions, but a hunch told him the crocodile wouldn't answer any of them--not until he defeated him. The dragon roared and stomped the floor with all his strength... but nothing happened. Confused, he looked at himself, still partially naked.

"I'm afraid your magic doesn't work here. You're not from this dimension, after all," Noku explained to him. "But if it makes you feel better, I won't use mine. Past warriors used nothing but his brute force, and so we will!"

And with that claim, the crocodile jumped over him with the speed of a demon. Batzz barely had time to evade his fist, which smashed against the ground; his tail, however, connected a hit that sent him away several meters. Batzz rolled over the ground until he stopped himself with his claws. The dragon got back to his paws only to feel the energy leaving his body.

Noku smirked. Standing with both arms extended, the crocodile looked at the arena and exclaimed.

"The old sigil is still active. The winner rules. The loser obeys. And you will obey me!"

Noku attacked again. Batzz growled and prepared himself to defend himself from his jabs, waiting for an opening to erase that smile from his face. He might not have his gear, but the dragon still had the experience on his side. And for a moment, that kept him safe from Noku's brutal assault. But he discovered soon enough that his rival might have as much experience as him, unable to land a hit on any part of his body.

And the more he fought, the weaker he felt. Noku clearly had the advantage over him, and that's all the old magic needed to keep absorbing Batzz's energy. He felt subdued by his strength and the dominant look he gave him between hits. The dragon did his best to counter whenever he had an opportunity, but none of his hits were strong enough to break through the defenses of a crocodile who clearly had fought more battles than the proud dragon.

It was getting harder to keep his arms up. Among the loud breathing, grunts, and the sound made by their fists, Batzz heard a murmur. Ancient words he couldn't understand echoed in his head. A powerful spell made to control his body and mind.

"Getting tired already?" Noku mocked him.

He found an opening and kicked Batzz in the guts, pushing him away from him. The dragon dragged his paws across the arena until it stopped, rising dirt alongside him. That last attack got all the air out of his lungs and stripped what strength was left of his legs. Batzz fell to his knees, coughing as he struggled to recover his breath.

"You gave a good battle. You actually made me sweat," Noku's compliment felt out of character after the smugness with which he directed to him at first. The crocodile approached, cleaning the sweat from his brow. "Not many can stand against me as good as you did, and for that I commend you. But as I told you before, you belong to me from the moment you set paw in this arena."

Batzz growled. He felt humiliated. After all the battles fought to become the strongest dragon, being defeated by a mere crocodile sent him back to when he was nothing but a servant of higher dragons. To hell with pride. To hell with honor! He wouldn't let that offense go through. As dirty as it could be, he would erase that smug smile from his face!

But nothing happened. His body refused to move. Noku chuckled in response to whatever he tried to do and helped him get up. The crocodile handled his body with ease, but Batzz couldn't move a single finger, no matter how hard he tried.

"The winner rules. The loser obeys. Remember?" Noku repeated.

The crocodile put both hands over Batzz's shoulders. Almost immediately, another rift appeared under them. In a blink, they teleported somewhere else. The spell left Batzz breathless for a moment, and when he reacted he found himself in a small room with a red curtain before him. Through the small opening, he saw some kind of runway--he recognized the setting as being similar to a show Gao was watching one day.

"Your body might obey, but your mind still needs some work," Noku said as he removed the denim shorts from Batzz, leaving his junk exposed.

Embarrassed, he tried to cover it with the hands that refused to move. Feeling the blood from his cheeks burning, he looked at Noku, who was now picking between black briefs or blue boxers, both tight-looking.

"Which one would be best?" The crocodile muttered.

"W-what are you gonna do with me? What is this place?" Batzz demanded. He tried to hide the desperation from his voice.

Noku stared at him briefly, before going back to picking the right underwear.

"I hardly believe those answers could bring some peace to your soul. Nothing can change your destiny. But if it makes you feel better, I'm gonna give your body a better use," the crocodile threw both pieces over his shoulders and disappeared behind Batzz. "A friend made a new clothing line and I need a model. Of course, I need to get you ready first. There's gonna be people looking at you day and night. And I...," he appeared again and held a black jockstrap with green stripes in front of Batzz's face, "need you prepared. Now, be a good toy and put this on."

Batzz stared in fear and confusion at how his body moved on its own to wear the jockstrap given by Noku. No matter how hard he tried, his body refused to move. It was as if invisible threads were guiding him from above.

"Ho-how is this happening?!" The dragon yelled.

"The sigil, remember?" Noku said while admiring the dragon putting on the tight jockstrap. "You will obey me until I say so. Unfortunately, the magic only affects the body temporarily. And for some reason, I can't possess you. If I want to fully control you, I gotta use other methods."

With the jockstrap on, Noku walked around, pleased to see how big his bulge looked on it. Batzz yipped when the crocodile gave him an approval slap, and his body started to walk forward, disappearing through the red curtain leading into the runway.

The light blinded him momentarily. The cold air made Batzz shiver, and his nose was hit by a concentrated scent of sweat. As soon as he recovered his sight, the dragon noticed all the spotlights were on the small white path that ended in a circular platform. Occupying the seats on both sides were a group of males of different species, all wearing black short pants and tank tops with green stripes, and whose eyes were protected with dark shades. They all smiled at him, and while the shades kept his eyes hidden, the dragon knew they were ogling at his bulge.

He was nothing but a viewer of his demise. His body walked forward. Signs of resistance became visible through the way his paws dragged and how his tail slapped against the wooden surface. A futile attempt that wouldn't change anything. With only his eyes being the only part he could control, Batzz looked away to evade the naughty expressions on the public present. A red crocodile. A yellow rhino. An orange fox. And so many more were looking at him.

From came from behind the curtain, holding a microphone in his hand.

"Doesn't feel good? The attention? The lust on their expressions? Aren't you enjoying being the most wanted male in this room? I can tell you are. I can tell how much you love showing off that hot body of yours. Your pecs. Your abs. You wear those jeans knowing how little they leave to the imagination. And you love getting everyone's attention with it."

The dragon growled. He didn't want to hear those things from Noku. And he didn't want everyone else to hear it. Because as embarrassing as it might sound, Noku was right. Batzz was a proud dragon, it was only natural that he wanted everyone to admire him. But not that way. Not with those eyes. And he didn't want to admit it in the way Noku was saying him.

"You are embarrassed, right? But you shouldn't. There is nothing wrong with wanting attention. The spotlight. Be the center of everything. And you want to look at you in one way, and one way only. You want to be admired. You have a body worthy of admiration. People might look at you, but not in the way you want. Here you are completely sure they are looking at you in admiration. Look at them."

Batzz refused. He was getting closer and closer to the middle of the runway, and he continued looking away. But the public was still in the corner of his eye, looking at him. He didn't want to face their lustful expressions. The mere idea of it was repulsive. But just like the spell heard in the arena, Noku's words echoed in his head over and over again.

"Don't be scared. You are doing nothing wrong. You are getting the attention and admiration you deserve. Because they admire you, Batzz. They see in you what they want to become. They train day and night to be like you. Big. Strong. Proud. You can be an example to them."

An example... why Noku's words were reaching him? Why does he sound so honest while saying things like that? Batzz knew he had no reason to believe him after saying he wanted to use them, and yet he couldn't ignore anything of what he was saying. Each word that came from the crocodile's mouth made it into his mind and repeated over and over again, and each one made him feel special and admired.

Little by little, Batzz looked down at the public around. While his faces did express a certain desire, their gestures also showed how amazed they were at the dragon's body. And Batzz saw how strong they also were under the black green-stripped tank tops they wore. He knew bodies like that required a strict routine, one that not many could achieve. It was impressive. They were impressive. And they admired him.

"Feels good, right? The way they look at you. Their silent, distant admiration. It makes you feel special. It makes you feel powerful. They look at you not with desire, but with joy and envy. Joy for being in your presence. Envy for not being like you. Big. Strong. Powerful. A stud from head to toe. And you love the stares. You love being the center of attention. You wish you could be in the spotlight forever."

In their shades, little spirals began to appear and spin slowly. No matter where he looked, Batzz found a spiral sucking him in, forcing him to keep his eyes over them. And Batzz continued looking at those big, strong males admiring him in silence.

He reached the end of the runway. With nothing else but a tight jockstrap to cover his body, Batzz bathed himself in the attention given by so many males, knowing that they all admired his well-defined body. Noku's words convinced him that nothing bad would happen for being the center of attention. And the best he could do was embrace it, looking straight into the eyes of the males who wanted to be like him. Straight into the spirals spinning faster and faster.

"Yes. Enjoy it. Enjoy their looks. Enjoy their silence. Enjoy their admiration. You are the center of everything. A body like yours is meant to be preserved for everyone to admire. And you will be preserved, for you want to be admired. You will stand still. Quiet. Happy. Take a deep breath and relax. Forget about everything and enjoy this moment forever."

Why he felt so happy? Why he was enjoying that so much? All those males looking at him... and he wanted more. He wanted to be watched. He wanted to be admired. Memories began to disappear as he looked deeper and deeper into the spirals. And he felt strong. And he felt big. And he felt happy. And the dragon wanted more. Be admired day and night. By them and many more.

"Take a deep breath, toy. Relax. Sink into this joy. Become the center of everything."

And so Batzz did.

Back in his regular clothes, Noku guided the new model to his respective spot. At first, the showcase right at the entrance looked like the best option, but a body like his had to wear the proper gear and receive the most attention. And so he ordered a new showcase to be built right in the middle of the gym, a place from where he would be observed by everyone.

So Batzz sat on a stone throne. He had one leg over the armrest and the other stretched. That way he could model the black jockstrap and keep his hole exposed. On his chest, he wore an X-shaped harness to match with the X on his chest. Around his neck was a thick spiked collar, with him holding the other side of the leash. His eyes wore the black shades other members of the gym had, except this one displayed what the cameras were looking at.

And they were looking at him. For he was the center of everything.

All members agreed that he was the best model of the gym.