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"And this is the server room..." The painted dog padded in front of Apollo and gestured with one paw at the open door. "We'll be in need of upgrades since we've been without one for so long, so make sure that you take a look at the computers and find out what we'll be needing."

"Yes, sir." He chirped up and flicked his tail feathers behind him a bit. "Is this the last spot you wanted to show me?"

"Mmm, yes. You'll be under Reginald's command so make sure you report to him to see what he needs done." The dog gave him a long look. "I took you on as a favor, so don't disappointment, understand?"

"Yessir." He replied promptly enough and fought a bit of a flush.

Apollo had been trying to find a job for months. He'd gotten out of college with his degree and bright ideas on how he'd use it, but what he'd gotten was a market bloated with people just like him and who were also looking for jobs. He'd started college with the confidence most of his class did. He was sure he was making the right move for a career for himself and the future was bright with promise. Now he was faced with the fact he couldn't get a job in his field because he was one of hundreds going after each position and he didn't stand out in any particular way. What was more horrifying was the fact he couldn't get a job at the lower paid unskilled positions because they saw his degree and knew he'd leave as soon as he found a real job.

The jay had finally been forced to talk to his family and friends to try and find an opening somewhere, anywhere. He'd asked everyone that he could possibly think of about jobs and where they were and if they could put a word in for him. One of his old college dorm mates had told him that there was a very small law firm that had an in center IT department that really only made sure of upgrades and kept things running. It wasn't in his field exactly, but it paid money and they were willing to hire him since he knew computers well enough. T

Apollo was grateful, almost fawningly grateful for the fact that he was no longer unemployed and trying to pay off his student loans. It had taken him five minutes from getting through the door to realize why no one had wanted the job. The law office consisted of five large offices, one receptionist and he barely made enough money to keep his one bedroom apartment. Thomas, the office manager, had been adamant that this position was a cake walk and he refused to pay top dollar for something that anyone could manage. They'd only hired him as a favor to his college friend and expected him to work hard and without complaint.

The jay looked into the server room, closet really, and sighed to himself. This place was a mess. The wires weren't in any sort of order that he could see, there was nothing to tell him where they went to. They were coated with dust as well. He winced a bit and tried to imagine how long they'd been left alone and what he'd have to do to get the computers up and running with upgrades. No wonder no one had wanted this place. It was embarrassing that all of his years in school had ended him here and now he had to be damned sure to keep the job or he might as well pack up and move back home to his parent's house.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Reginald leaned back against the wall so that the shadows mostly washed over him and kept him out of sight of their newest employee. The strange bird was tapping away at his computer in an animated fashion which let the drake watch him with a bit of amusement. He'd been told they'd hired a jay bird of some sort, but the boy certainly had an exotic look to him. The pale white feathers along his head were raised up in the typical crest that led to a tapered point. The beak was a dark black and was currently parted with the tip of a mobile tongue pushed out between them. The body feathers were larger and a bit showier from where he saw the clothing didn't quite cover them. He was a lovely exotic looking creature that would be the soul worker in their lone IT department.

Reginald curled his feathered tail tip around the edge of his ankle until the scaled length twisted around his lower leg. He half closed his eyes as he tried to figure out what to do with his newest employee. Thomas had been adamant that he would make a good addition to their company and had pointed out that their old IT person had moved onto retirement months ago and no one had wanted the job. Reginald didn't disagree at all, but the exotic looking youngster certainly wasn't what he would have looked for himself. Especially not one with a degree that would likely be keeping his eye out for a more permanent job and had a way out. He had been firm that he wanted a lad that he could work with from the start that would be forced to have this job or nothing.

"Stop frowning, Reg." Thomas' voice was amused and drawling. "I told you that it's a good match and you can trust me when I said that."

"He's got a degree, Thomas." The dragon turned his blunt muzzled head towards his employer. "First time I try anything he's going to go run straight to the nearest open job."

"Not in this economy he won't. They can't get work, everywhere is full up and there are too many that have graduated. Trust me." The painted dog lolled his tongue out in a grin. "Besides, you've been bitching your former employee left you and you've got a revolving door of them. Well right now you're not going to lose one at all. Not in this market. You can have him as long as he sticks around and I'll bet he won't put up too much of a fuss about it."

The dragon twitched his lips a little bit as he reconsidered the typing bird. It wasn't often they came across he'd come across an avian. And if he lacked their notorious trickster nature then perhaps he could make something out of the boy yet. From what he knew of their sort they tended to be bright and quite rowdy when it goes right down to it. That meant he would need the job and that need would allow him to condition him far easier than he had with former apprentices. His tail tip flicked a bit harder against his ankle until the sinuous length slipped free to hit the door behind him. This could be quite fun indeed if he had the jay sized up about right. The grin extended a bit further as he pushed his way off the wall and winked back at Thomas.

"Apollo!" He barked the word out and had the satisfaction of seeing the bird jump and nearly fall off his chair. "So you're what Thomas has gotten me, eh?"

"Uh.. Mr. Draekos?" Apollo's eyes looked a bit wide as he stammered out the words. "A pleasure to meet you. I was told to-"

"I'm sure Thomas told you, but you're here during the day. Blast it all!" Reginald put anger in his voice as he snarled. "What good are you during the day? We need to run updates and you need to do it at night when you won't be disrupting everything here."

"But I was told-" The jay started to stammer out whatever it was that Thomas had told him.

"I don't give a shit! I don't need you cluttering up this office and tearing through the server room. Get your butt home and report back at six this evening! That way you'll get everything up and running without disrupting the office." The dragon blew out a snort and narrowed his eyes. "Let's get this straight, boy. I'm tired of uppity youngsters coming in here and running away after a week because of something better. I'm going to get work out of you and justify the cost of hiring you one way or the other!"

"Y-yes, I understand." The white feathers showed a hint of red beneath them, either anger or embarrassment. "I'll be back at six."

The large dragon watched the bolting bird with amusement. This would be fun. The boy hadn't even tried to argue or protest the way he'd been yelled out. That was good news as far as he was concerned.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Apollo slammed the door shut on his car and glared out at the empty parking lot. He'd had to battle rush hour to get here in time and now he could look forward to an entire night spent upgrading computers and checking on the servers. The only thing that made the entire picture complete was the fact he could see another car still parked in front of the office. Part of him hoped it would be Thomas Esain who was staying after, but the rest of him knew it would likely be Draekos who was waiting for him.

The aggressive looking dragon had made no bones about how he felt when it came to having to deal with the jay as a worker and now he'd be forced to spend all night with him in the midst of upgrades and being loomed over. He drew in a steady breath of the hot summer air and gave his head a short shake back and forth. He could deal with this. He needed this job and he wasn't going to ruin it just because his supervisor was unpleasant. He'd have to deal with unpleasant people all over and if he could at least get a good recommendation here it might see him to a better position in the future. With that thought he went into the office building and hoped for the best.

"About time!" The snarling voice made him jerk despite his bracing himself.

"I'm on time!" He protested and glanced at the clock in the lobby, it was even a few minutes before give o'clock.

"We close at five, I was hoping you'd show some initiative." The red and black scaled drake glared at him from a seat in the lobby. "I'm not leaving you here alone to meddle about with our equipment. So get a move on and make sure to work on the server room first. It could use a good cleaning up."

"Yes, sir." Apollo almost wished he had teeth so he could grate the words out between them. The over grown lizard was all but kicking him on his way to the closet. Well, he'd show the bastard. He'd do the best job anyone could ever hope for.

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Reginald watched the jay nearly stomp down the hall and stopped himself from laughing out loud at the sight. The boy's tail was nearly stiff and up in the air, not that that was a bad view in the least bit. Apollo hadn't even changed out of his dress shirt and tie to come in, which made the drake smile a bit to himself. There hadn't been any bitching, there hadn't been an effort to argue that he was wrong, there wasn't anything that made him think that the boy would really fight against his orders. Thomas had said that he needed the job and if that was right, then he'd certainly find out about what sort of job he'd gotten himself into soon enough.

He heard the server closet slam open and the sound of rummaging after a few moments, which was his queue. He pushed himself out of his chair and padded back into his own office next to Thomas'. They were co-owners after all, but Reginald had never been terribly good at the business end of things. He was grand in a court room and had the money to help start up their offices, but that's where he left things. Thomas was amazing at keeping their small offices up and running and allowed Reginald his little... quirks as long as he was able to do so quietly and under the radar. That's why the painted dog had offered to look for a certain type of IT person to replace the last.

The dragon closed his office door and tilted his head to look around curiously. It had been a while since he'd had a new one. Especially a new one that would require so little in the way of blackmail and effort to obtain. The last one, he'd had to use what knowledge he had of computer systems to infect their own company's computers with a virus to blame on the lad. By the time he was done, the boy had been all too eager to get in the position that was demanded of him. This time, he'd only have to be sure that Apollo knew the rules and that Thomas would be pleased to enforce them when the time came. Oh this would be love.

~ ~ * ~ ~

"Sir? I'm ready to upgrade your computer." Apollo kept his voice as flat as he possibly could. The last thing he wanted was to go into Draekos' office.

"About damn time!" The snarled reply made him flatten his feathers along his head and neck in anger. The dragon was such a prick! "Get in here!"

With a bracing breath Apollo opened the office door and tried to walk in as casually as he could. But he only got a handful of paces forward before a rough hand shoved him forward until he nearly tripped and the door slammed shut behind him. It was so unexpected that at first he could barely work his beak to protest the treatment. Except when he turned around he found himself beak to nose with his supervisor. Beak to nose with the dragon who was currently not wearing a single stitch of clothing. Every last black and red scale was out in the open and the creature crowded uncomfortably close to him as he was shoved backwards again.

"What in the hell?!" Apollo found his voice and it came out a harsh cawing sound of protest.

"Shut the beak, boy." The dragon's dark tongue flicked out over his muzzle. "Within this office I am your all knowing master. You'll get that through your head right now. Once that door is shut you obey me and obey me completely."

"I am not-" The bird flipped his feathers up in rage and fear at the outrageous statements. He would in no way do anything of the sort.

"Then you can walk out that damn door and forget your job." The dragon jabbed a finger at the door. "You can go find another one. I bet they're just lying around here for eager young go getters like you."

Apollo flinched as the blow landed close to home. "The hell, I'll report you for even trying something like this! I'll go to your boss!"

The dragon moved a hand down so that it rested heavily on his shoulder and the black muzzle curled up in a slow smile. "Oh you are wrong. Why do you think I had a male hired? Girls, girls can see a smile and go scurrying to the nearest lawyer to have a lawsuit filed. Now males? Who would believe you, hmm? A well respected lawyer, upstanding member of the community, helpfully supporting the hiring of a bright young mind hard on his luck?"

"Mr. Esain would believe me!" Apollo tried not to even contemplate what it would mean if he said anything about this.

"He hired you FOR me. I work hard and I have only one selfish little reward as my own." The drake let out a rumble of laughter, "You can ask him tomorrow if you truly don't believe me. And outside of him, there's no where for you. Because anywhere you go, any argument you make, you will be seen as trying to make money off the good people that hired you. Poor, unable to find a job, hard on his luck, oh yes. Let's see how that stands up."

"I.. but... I.." Apollo stammered the words out, one after another as his mind tried to picture just that. The news would have a field day about him staging this. Who would believe him? "I'm not gay!" He finally shouted the words as loudly as he could.

"Neither am I! Fancy that." The drake's hand suddenly shoved hard on his shoulder and sent him stumbling back. "Within these walls, you are my female. And you will dress, act and behave as such. If you... displease me with that act, I will fire you for gross incompetence. Is this clear?"

Oh god. He could fire me. All it would take would be being fired like that and I'd never get another job. Or even if I didn't report this as a job, I still can't find one without this help!! The bird gaped at the dragon who watched him with a smug smile curling his muzzle as he waited for an answer.

"Yes." Apollo bit off the word bitterly. He could just stay long enough to find another job, just long enough to get a reference, he could handle it that long. He had to handle it that long.

"Then we have an agreement, don't we? And my name is Master or Sir." Reginald all but purred the word as he stepped away from the door and towards his desk. "Now put this on, I expect you to look pleasing for me."

Apollo barely had time to wrap his mind around things and his arms were filled with something soft smooth and silky. The pink outfit had an edge of lace and he knew exactly what it was. Lingerie. The sort that he'd seen any amount of times in Victoria's Secret or adult shops. He didn't want to do this. He couldn't do this. God, what other choice did he have?!

~ ~ * ~ ~

Reginald had to stop himself from purring as he watched the jay bird take the outfit and stare at it for only a few moments before starting to undress. There hadn't been that much of a protest out of him. It had gone amazingly according to plan. The last one he had had taken months of work to coax him into accepting things and far more gentleness. Apollo was in a position that he could use as much force as he wished as long as he didn't go over a certain limit. Everyone had a limit. And he would explore his new protégés limits quite thoroughly by the time all was said and done. For now, he leaned back on the edge of his desk and watched the bird strip down nude.

The blue and white feather pattern created a rather lovely looking effect on the lean body. It wasn't as curved as he liked in his 'girls', but it certainly wasn't muscular or manly enough to take away from the pink silk teddy that Apollo slid over his head. The lack of breasts had been accounted for in the design, the teddy clung to the upper body and molded around the lean stomach before flaring out to hand just at mid thigh. The feathered sheath wasn't visible past the silk, though the orbs could be seen when the jay shifted about to stare at the stockings and garters that had been laid out for him.

"On the legs, girl. And slowly, lift your leg up and show me those lovely legs." The drake purred and slipped his paw down to run one digit along the puffy opening of his sheath. "I want you to pose for your Master."

Apollo gave him a pained flushed look, but bent down to slowly drag the stocking onto one leg. He rested his foot against one of the chairs so that the nylons stretched out and were smoothed in lines along the calf and higher up towards the knee. The sheer pink color left hints of what was beneath, but it added a touch of femininity to the limb. It wasn't long before Reginald's fingers curled right along the dark crimson of his shaft and his girth started to slip out. The ridges teased along his fingers as the bird slipped the stocking up until the garters stopped at mid thigh, just about where the teddy ended. The jay didn't look at him, the feathers were red from the flush, but his new 'girl' did reach down to start slipping on the second stocking without a word. Oh just lovely..

~ ~ * ~ ~

Apollo had never felt so humiliated in his life. The silk on his upper body smoothed down his feathers and made it hard to move as he turned about and started to slid his hands down to work up the second stocking. This went beyond any of the razing that he'd gone through in college. He could almost feel the dragon's eyes staring at him from the desk and watching him avidly. The first time he glanced up he had to drag his gaze away to find that the dragon had one paw already coaxing his cock from the slit. He couldn't believe that he was doing this, he couldn't believe he was being forced to turn on the creature like this. He had heard of hellish bosses, but this was unheard of.

"Good good girl, lovely lass." The drake crooned. "Now be a nice girl and come see Master."

"I-" Apollo started to protest and lifted his head as he let go of the stockings so that they were securely in place. The words died on his tongue as he stared at nearly a foot of hard, ridged dragon cock that stood in a spire along the drake's belly.

"On all fours now, lass. Come show Master that you appreciate his gift to you." Reginald's eyes narrowed and Apollo's tongue went dry. He didn't mean- "Let's see if that pretty little beak has a gag reflex hmm? I hear naughty girls can swallow each and every inch."

_I'm not a girl! _ Apollo almost yelled the words, but he didn't say them. He forced them to remain behind his beak as he stepped forward. He couldn't believe he was about to do this.

He dropped down on his hands and knees until he felt the loose edge of the teddy falling down over his tail feathers. The tail feathers kept the teddy raised so he knew intimately just how chilly the office was and a new fear of what the dragon intended to do with that cock. He crawled forward towards the desk and kept his eyes planted on the ground instead of raising them up to see the heavy girth again. He didn't want to see that girth again! He crawled until he found himself staring at the broad clawed foot paws of his boss and a large hand reached down to cup him under the beak so that he was forced to look at the drake's loins.

Reginald didn't order him to do anything. The drake didn't tell him to open up or force him to spread his maw. He just sat there with a grin on his face that expectantly waited. Apollo wanted to say no, he wanted to grab his clothes and storm out, but he was trapped. He'd been backed into a neat legal corner that ensured that if he did walk out that he'd be unable to succeed anywhere. He drew in a breath and closed his eyes before forcing his tongue out to lick right at the base of the cock. A hot syrupy drop of precum drooled down over the edges of his back as he started to lick his way up. He'd never done this, hell aside from the one time he'd tried to get at his own shaft, he'd never experienced anything like this!

He wanted to gag, he wanted to run bolting out of the office, but he was forced to lick higher up. Inch by inch he licked until he could taste salty precum drooling onto his tongue tip. He worked all the way to glans and the hand on his chin relaxed as he lapped his tongue out in short swift strokes. He tried not to concentrate on the taste, he tried not to concentrate on the slippery wetness that drooled along his tongue or the heat that came from it. He had nothing else to concentrate on! He braced himself and swallowed before pushing along the tip of the cock. The glans pushed right along the roof of his beak and slipped downwards.

"Good, good girl. That's what Master wanted.." The drake hissed out above him, and the words just made Apollo cringe. "Show your doting Master how birds suck a cock."

Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this.. He wailed in his own mind.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Reginald moved his hand back to the edge of the desk as the jay bird started to work his beak down over his swollen member. The underside of the tongue stroked along the ridges and gave pleasant sensations, but he was curious about that beak. He'd never been with a bird before and he truly didn't know if Apollo would be anything more then a wet stroking tongue and hard beak. His answer came as the jay suddenly tensed and pushed his beak down in a smooth motion. The slight gagging sound that came from his loins was barely registered as the dragon snarled out a sound of pleasure. The tip of his cock plunged into the hot clutching throat before he spilled out a hot eruption of thick syrupy precum into the throat.

Damn! The boy was good. The beak didn't grip around his base, but his tip was being pulled by powerful throat muscles that were almost too hot for his shaft. The tongue extended down and worked right around his ridges and the very tip of the beak pushed right up against his belly scales. The struggle was evident in the way the bird's cheeks flushed beneath the feathers and he pulled backwards after only a few seconds and drew in a great breath of air. The dragon rolled his hips slightly and rubbed his tip along the slender slippery tongue before another hot splash of precum bubbled up to mark in the inside of his new personal playground.

"Now, girl, that's not being very willing to work, now is it?" The dragon purred and moved his paw up to curl his fingers into Apollo's head feathers. "Back down, now and let's see if you can really try to impress me."

The jay bird's eyes rolled up to stare at him as if in disbelief, but after a few gasping breaths he pushed down again. The drake curled his toes with a groan as he felt his tip plunging into that tight muscular throat. The walls clutched and squeezed around him as the bird convulsively swallowed. It was only made better by the tongue that wrapped just around the middle of his cock and gave a slow squeeze. The movements teasing and caressing at the same time as Apollo moved his head up to gasp in a breath and then pushed back down again. With each bob of the head the beak pushed against his scaled slit and nestled against the scales there. Rrrr.. he could get used to this. Oh yes, he could get used to his indeed!

~ ~ * ~ ~

Apollo didn't want to think about what he was doing, but there was very little he could do to block it out. He moved his head up and down so that he felt the tip pulling out of his throat and then plunging forward again. The strands of precum were a source of humiliation for him. He tried to swallow around the cock, but thick sloppy drops rolled down and he had no way to get them off his beak. He didn't have lips that he could tighten around the girth, instead the strands clung to the hard edges and drooled out from his parted beak. He kept his eyes closed after he glanced up and saw the dragon's pleasured face before the hips thrust up against his bobbing head. The ridges pulled and tugged along his tongue while he muffled a groaning cry of protest.

"Don't talk with your mouthful, lass." The dragon admonished him and Apollo felt a flash of rage.

He wasn't a girl! He wasn't this dragon's lass! He was a male. He wanted to cry, but he continued to move a bit faster and harder. If he could just get the drake off then he'd be free to leave. He didn't want to let the dragon pull free and demand satisfaction in another way. Just the thought made him flex his tail down to cover himself as much as he could. A tremor ran down along his back and he pulled his head upwards and felt the cock tip pulsing out another thick splatter of precum before he pushed down again. The cock tip forced its way into his throat and he couldn't breathe around it. The muscles convulsed in the need to gag or choke around something far too big to be comfortable. Something too thick and heavy for him to easily fit.

He lifted back up only enough to pop the tip free so he could suck in a breath before he was forced to drop his head back down again. This time the tip shoved deeper and he could feel the tip of his beak pushing harder against his boss' stomach. The drake's fingers clutched at his head feathers and the hips pushed harder against him while he tried to struggle back away from the hold. The ridges that lined the underside of the cock jutted out further and that was his only warning. A hot thick flood of semen erupted out of the tip and splattered into his throat in thick ropes that he struggled to swallow. He tried to ignore his protesting stomach as he felt each throb along the turgid length before another drooling eruption hit his throat.

He only managed a few swallows before he forced and struggled to get his head back so he could suck in a breath. It was a mistake. The moment the tip pulled free of his throat the cum erupted into his lipless beak and splattered out of the parted edges. He tried to swallow, but he couldn't close his beak and he couldn't tip his head back. The strands webbed his beak and tongue before splattering onto the scales around the cock. His only reprieve came when the hand lifted from his head and he was able to jerk himself back and snap his beak closed in disgust. The hot raw taste of male dragon clung to his tongue and rolled down the back of his throat.

"Oh, my pretty little slut, you made a mess on your master." The dragon's voice was a cruel laugh. "You had better clean it up before you are fired for leaving things untidy."

Apollo swallowed and felt sick as he looked down at the cum splattered scales. He didn't want to lick it up! He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to remind himself that he had no choice. It was to the laughter of the dragon above him that he lowered his head and scooped up the first goopy drop of cum on his tongue tip. The laughter was full of triumph, as well as mockery. He had chosen his fate. Now if he could just live with it.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Apollo stared at the server closet and tried to remember what he had come in here for. Or if he even had an excuse to be in here and what he was supposed to be doing. He'd been walking down the hall when he'd seen his Master.

_Not my Master, Reginald! _ He thought the words furiously, even as he stifled the panic that started to rise up when he thought of the dragon as anything less than his master.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since he'd done the round of upgrades that had taken over a week. They should have taken a night, but Reginald had been firm that he was required after hours to 'look over things' and Thomas had only grinned and insisted it was so. He had spent a week being dressed like a doll and serving the dragon with his beak and hands. He had spent a week lapping up the wasted cum and being told he should treat it like gold. A week that he'd been forced into outfits that made him flush and called a girl. And treated like one. And he'd spent the last two weeks expecting it to happen again, but he hadn't been forced to service the dragon in those weeks. He'd only been humiliated when he was at work.

He moved his hand down to shift his pants up higher and his cheeks burned in a hot flush. He could feel the French knickers and the way they forced his sheath tight to his belly. If he concentrated he could feel the line of the stockings that were under his slacks and his upper body wore a light slip that was feminine as anything he'd ever owned. His master had waited for an entire week before giving him a box of clothing and ordering him to wear them every day beneath his regular clothing. To make matters worse, both Reginald and Thomas took turns stopping him privately and forcing him to show them to ensure they matched. They never touched him though, only referred to him entirely as she and forced him to do strange things.

Apollo squeezed his eyes shut at some of those things, he hated to think of them and wanted to squirm. He had been crouched down and squatting on his heels when Reginald had snapped him with a tail and told him that ladies had better posture. That's when he was forced to hold his legs together as if he had a skirt on. It was a hundred little things that made his life a living hell. A hell that was centered around the dragon that seemed more amused to control him from a distance. But every day he came to work terrified he'd be asked to stay after. Terrified he'd have to do more 'upgrades'. He was just thankful none of the upgrades had been mentioned. Now it was like some sick joke that they played.

"APOLLO!" The barking voice made him squeak out a sound like a girl and he twisted around almost fast enough that he fell over.

"Yes, M-Sir." He stumbled over the words and flushed so hotly he thought he was going to pass out. Was it so ingrained in him to think of the dragon as his Master?

"Get your lazy ass in my office! The damned computer blue screened on me and you said you'd run the upgrades!" The dragon didn't show any sign that he'd missed the slip up. Apollo relaxed and felt dizzy with relief. Just a computer problem. That he could do something about.

"Yes, sir. I'll fix it. We have a spare computer here in the server closet I can use." He answered as professionally as he could. People were still here, the office was full, it was just a normal tech request.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Reginald watched Apollo walking in front of him and admired the view. At just the right moments he could see the panties outlined against the loose slacks and it only made the lust that had been building in him sky rocket. Even Thomas had admitted to enjoying the game and the boy. He had fallen into the role of a female admirably well. He was far better then his predecessors and that made the game all the more delicious. He had one week of enjoyment had been glorious, but he had cut it off then. He enjoyed slowly twisting the boys mind to make him think like a girl, react like a girl, the small things that were changing until the bird no longer thought about them. Even now he watched the jay walking with a slight swing to his steps that he had been trained into at odd moments in the workday when no one watched.

Rrr worth the wait, but right now I'm through waiting. I never was good at chastity. Reginald felt his lips curling up in a grin as Apollo came to his office.

"I expect it fixed! I don't pay you to sit around here and do nothing more then hang out in that back room!" He snarled the words with the same force he always used when others overheard and he saw Apollo's startled glance before the bird pushed into the darkened office.

Reginald had toyed with the idea of waiting until after hours, but there was something perfect about doing it in the middle of the work day and knowing that Apollo's silence would be as much because of training as to wanting to avoid embarrassment. He licked his lips and bumped the bird further into his office before slamming the door shut with his tail, exactly as if he were in a mood that would keep others away. If not, the locked door would do the job. The jay hadn't waited for another shove, instead he'd gone right to the desk to see about the 'problem.'

"It's working fine.." Apollo's voice was soft and hesitant as the pale hand moved the mouse to take off the screen saver.

"You are not following the rules, girl." He growled the words, but the sound was more akin to a purr as he looked over the blue jays form.

"M-master?" The word was so sweet off the bird's tongue and sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

"My love little slut should take her clothes off. After all, I have had a hard day and she should want to please her master, wouldn't she?"

~ ~ * ~ ~

Apollo glanced towards the door and then towards the dragon who grinned at him expectantly. They were at work! There were people out there! Oh god, he wanted him to strip down here? It made him flush hotly and want to stammer out a protest, but he didn't. He managed to swallow and glance down at the computer. He could put the pieces together. It would be easy for the drake to fire him for breaking the computer or any other number of things he'd been called in for. With a silent oath he moved his hands up and unbuttoned his work shirt and loosened his tie. At least he could try and beg a towel to clean his beak off if he had to do this here.

"Yes, Master." He forced the words out as he slipped the shirt off of his chest to reveal to skimpy see through teddy that fell down around his belly.

Why did he always feel more exposed with the lingerie on then he would have if he had been naked? He tried to keep his eyes away from the domineering male while he pulled the tie off from around his neck and threw it on the bed. It was so hard to keep his dignity intake when he knew he was being watched so closely. He swallowed roughly and moved his hands down to his belt to unloop it. As he managed to get them apart and pushed them down over the pale lavender silk panties he heard a low eager purr coming from the door. He had no doubt the dragon was enjoying the show and it was made worse that some part of him felt pleasure that he was being watched so closely. Some small secret dark spot in his mind enjoyed knowing he was thought lovely.

I do not! I'm not a female, I'm a male and this is all a horrible mistake! He snarled ruthlessly at that part of his mind and tried to still it. If he could only make it be quiet he could pretend it didn't exist.

"The panties, lovely little slut. You don't need to wear those here. You never want to wear them here." Reginald almost crooned the words and one large paw moved to trail down Apollo's chest all the way down to almost wear his panties started. "You want to show Master that pretty little cunt of yours don't you?"

"I-I don't have a cunt!" Apollo got the words out past the knowledge he should have restrained them. What was being suggested was so wrong he couldn't stop them! He only belatedly and hurriedly followed with. "-Master."

To his shock the drake laughed, the sound rolling and rich before the paw curled along the frail material of the teddy and balled it up. "Oh you do, lovely girl, let me teach you wear your cunt is."

Apollo yelped out as the hand on his teddy and the other hand on his hip gave a sudden yank and pull that twisted him about. He squirmed and knocked over several of the papers that were on the desk as he was shoved forward. The hand on his teddy released him, but it didn't help that it moved down to grab a hold of the knickers and yanked on them. His tail instinctively twitched down to try and protect himself, but the material pulled downwards to bare his ass towards the dragon. The bird's cheeks burned hotly in reaction as he trembled to feel the air rushing along his bare ass cheeks. His embarrassment hadn't even truly started before the paw moved away.

"Do you want to show me your pretty little slit, girl? Show your Master how hot and needy and wet you make him." The purred words were so lewd Apollo couldn't even come up with a reply. "Oh coy little virgin? Don't worry, Master will help you."

He didn't have time to brace or even to try and evade. One of the paws shoved him flat down on the desk so his chest was pressed against it and the other flipped up his tail. His feathers fanned slightly as he struggled to pull them back down, but he couldn't budge it under the force. His cheeks burned dark red and he whimpered at the first touch of something slippery against his tender pucker. He clenched tightly down in reaction, only to feel a wet talon tip brush around it and trail back and forth. It was gentle, but that made it worse. Apollo cried out a bit more as the wet claw tip pushed inwards slightly. All he could think was that the drake had to have licked his finger, but the thought was gone when the claw slipped into him.

"Rrr tight girl. Saving yourself for your Master, hmm?" The drake's voice had gone husky. "Now you'll be good and quiet, eh? We don't want the office to know that I'm fucking my female help."

"Rrrrph! Please! Sir!" Apollo gasped out the words as the touch to his tail hole left and he heard a zipper sliding down.

"Shh, there's a good girl. Good girls only get fucked by the Master. Bad girls will get fucked by the entire staff, hmm?" The dragon's laughter was short and cruel. There was nothing the bird could do or even think of doing.

Even if someone heard him and opened up the door, he'd be there in lingerie bent over the desk. They'd never believe that he hadn't wanted to wear the outfit. Or worse, they'd know about it and expect to join in. The thoughts traveled rapidly through his mind, but they were put to an end as he felt something fleshy and hard pushing up against his pucker. He tensed up and tried to clench down. He had a vain hope if he only squeezed down hard enough he'd be able to stop it from happening, but that hope was lost when the weight pressed down over his back and the hips rolled forward. The comparatively slender tip forced his quivering pucker open and the dragon's arm slipped beneath his body.

The broad paws rubbed over his flat chest and teased the material of the teddy over and over in little circles as if he were cupping breasts. It was humiliating, but he had little thought for that one small touch. Not when he felt the first hard ridged inch of cock pushing into his tight anal ring. He tried to stop it, but the walls were forced open to wrap around the slippery girth and he intimately felt a thick goopy drop of precum splash out into his passage to lubricate it. His beak gaped open on a silent cry and the hips rolled forward so that another slow inch began to wedge its way into his passage. His body trembling slightly as he struggled to accept the penetration. All the while the hot puff of the dragon's breath ruffled his crest feathers as his boss let out a groan of pleasure.

"Such a.. rrrph.. tight little girl.." The male huffed out in pleasure and the fingers curled a bit harder against his chest.

Apollo didn't want to be a tight little girl! He wasn't a girl! He arched his back and let out a small unlovely cry as another ridge popped into his shaft and this time the rise in the cock pushed over something inside of him. He jerked a bit and felt it grinding back and forth over his prostate so a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment built inside of him. He twisted back and forth and then let out a whimpering cry that he tried to stifle before another shove of the hips started to drive the hot spire into his body. The thick drooling precum spilled into him in drops that oozed ever deeper while he struggled beneath the weight of the dragon on his back.

It would have been better if it had just been humiliating and painful, but the ridges pushed harder along his prostate as the girth steadily inched deeper within him. His walls clamped down tightly and tried to force it out, but the dragon's powerful hips pushed upwards and fought against them. If anything, he let out short hisses of pleasure in reaction to his struggles before the hips finally settled firmly right against his upturned ass. He tried to pull away, but the desk stopped him and the pull forward made him aware of a humiliating fact. His cock had slipped free of his sheath. It wasn't fully hard, but it brushed right against the cool edge of the desk making him jerk back. The moment he did he let out a louder cry he hilted himself on the near foot long length of shaft.

He barely had time to catch his breath when the fingers on his chest squeezed down against his feathers the dragon drew his hips backwards. The ridges caught and tugged through his passage and the tip left a trail of precum behind, but it was the feel of the girth stroking over the quivering muscles that made Apollo muffle out another cry. It was embarrassing to feel himself harden, he wasn't enjoying this. He couldn't enjoy it, but when the tip popped free with a wet sound and he felt a strand of precum drop down along his ass he couldn't stop himself. He felt a moment of disappointment that it was over, the stirrings of need that were buried under his humiliation rose up, only to be answered by the powerful drake above him.

The glans found his quivering opening and the dragon slammed forward until the bird's hips were forced almost up and over the desk. His own hard cock bumped against the edge of it as he felt the ridges roll through him again. Apollo couldn't stop himself, he moaned out and arched his back when the scaled hips pushed up snugly against him. Reginald rumbled laughter and the paw that had been resting on his hip slipped down to engulf his smooth cock. The jay bird cried out and jerked his hips back as he felt the warm embrace and the squeezing fingers rub right around his sensitive tip. The scaled hips rolled back a few inches and then thrust forward again forcing another whimpering cry out of his beak.

"Sweet little girl, do you want your clit stroked?" The dragon hissed in his ear as the hips gave another slow thrust that made the bird tremble and jerk back.

"Y-yes, Master..." He gasped out when the dragon's fingers swirled along the very tip of his cock and worked in circles that sent tremors of pleasure running down his spine.

"Do you? Then tell your master what you want." The drake's hips gave another buck forward and the scaled hips slapped right up against his own.

Apollo squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on the horrifying fact he was bent over a desk and being fucked by his boss. He tried to grasp onto the fact that he wasn't a girl, but the two ridges at the base of the dragon's cock continued to move back and forth. They almost massaged the rise inside of him that made his cock all the more sensitive. The fingers that had been teasing along his glans started to slip away as he refused to say anything. They briefly touched his tip and then were gone leaving his aching hard length pulsing under the table as the dragon continued his lazy slow thrusts over his prostate.

"Please! M-master, please stroke my clit!" He spoke the words roughly, they spilled out without thought. He didn't want that touch to go away!

"Good girl.." The dragon rumbled in his ear before the fingers wrapped around his cock again and gave a slow firm squeeze that sent another tremor of pleasure through him. "My good little slut."

The hips slammed forward and the desk beneath the jay bird moved forward under the powerful weight of the dragon on his back. Apollo cried out and didn't even think of being heard, he only knew that every last inch of cock was shoved into him before the hips yanked backwards again. The slow thrusts were gone, the drake on his back moved to short hard thrusts that forced every inch into him time and again. Hot dribbles of precum were forced out around the heavy crimson length and drooled along Apollo's ass cheeks, but the jay bird was lost in the surprisingly gentle milking motion of the fingers around his cock. They pulled and squeezed gently, they stroked and caressed while he gasped out and then whimpered needily before thrusting into the hand.

Each movement of his feathered hips helped impale the dragon further and faster. He felt himself grinding until he could feel the scales against his violated anal ring, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the pressure inside of him as the girth forced him to stretch wide and the hand that wrapped around his cock. The fingers moved from base to tip in smooth movements that built up on each other. The faster they went the harder it was to think of anything but his own need, even when the dragon's hips started to slam in wild rough thrusts over and over again inside of his passage. His entire body was tensed up as he spread his beak open and his tongue lolled out to one side. Nothing mattered. Nothing but the need and desire that he felt was growing within him.

"What... are.. you...?" The dragon snarled in her ear and she leaned back with a groan as the fingers caressed her gently. The Master's voice demanded an answer even as his cock started to thrust hard enough that her body was being rocked with each stroke.

"Y-yours.." She panted out and felt her body tensing as the fingers wrapped around her pumped faster, harder. Her entire body tensed up as they teased her and she spread her legs wider to take every last hard inch that plunged inside of her. She wanted it! She wanted it all!

"Who's my.. little... girl.. toy?!" The Master snarled in her ear as her stomach tensed up. He was angry, she was lost in the pleasure, but the answer came out of her beak thoughtlessly.

"I AM! Y-your toy! I'm your slut!" She croaked the words out, "MASTER!!"

Her frantic cry rasped out of her voice as her entire body locked up in orgasm. She clamped her walls down hard against the thrusting cock and felt her master's body shuddering above her as he tried to force his way past the pressured grip. Nothing mattered but the hot rush of orgasm that spilled over her and sent hot creamy ropes splattering against her stomach and the desk as the fingers milked around her. The drake above her finally let out a snarling cry, the word garbled as his hips slammed hard against her ass and the first hot pressured rush of his cum sprayed into her formerly virgin passage. All she could do was milk and squeeze around him, pulling in each hot drop while she trembled beneath his weight. Her beak spread open wide as the hot slippery seed drooled ever deeper into her abused passage. It wasn't until she felt the fingers wiping cum along her cock that she came to herself with a shock.

_I'm not a girl! _ He screamed franticly in his own mind as the dragon gave a slow roll of his hips.

Apollo stared at the book case behind the desk in horror. For a span of a few minutes all he had known was being his master's slut. The dragon's female. His mind had just fallen into the roll as he was used. He whimpered under his breath at his own reaction and the dragon slowly pulled backwards. The ridges popped free until there was a wet squelching noise and something hot and thick rolled down along his inner thighs. The cum dribbled along the stockings before the red cock wiped itself clean upon his tail feathers messily.

"Mine." The drake rumbled and a hand stroked over her ass possessively. "Mine."

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Reginald stretched back in his chair and glanced out at the darkness of his window before sighing. The latest case had eaten up his time to the point that he could no longer go home at a decent hour. He was forced to stay late and try and make up the work as best he could. It was full of legal loopholes and wording that needed to be gone over with a fine toothed comb. Thomas had given it all to him after finally stating he didn't have the sanity to do it. Which left him. It was well past nine in the evening and he should be getting home, but he still had a pile of papers to pour over and then he'd have to put together a presentation for tomorrow.

"Master?" The voice came softly and hesitantly from the door way. The sound lifted some of his frustration as he looked up to find the jay bird watching him.

Apollo wore nothing but a see through apron and a pair of panties that hugged her hips perfectly. They accentuated the curve of her stomach and the long long legs. The jay watched him with a tilted head before a slight smile pulled at the edges of her beak. The sly expression sent a jolt of heat through the dragon who rumbled low in his throat in approval.

"You stayed after, hmm?" Reginald pushed his rolling chair back from the desk as the jay bird strolled over the carpet with a graceful roll of her hips.

"You're tense, Master." The jaybird licked herbeak with a flick of a bright tongue. "I should help with that."

Apollo dropped gracefully down to one knee, a move that had been practiced countless times before in private and in public and moved her hands forward to eagerly tug the pants open. The dragon leaned back and moved a paw up to stroke the long crest feathers with a touch of one finger. No one in the office except himself and Thomas knew who Apollo really was. Not anymore. The IT tech had been working for the company for ten long years and everyone know him as a she. Slowly over time the jay had started to wear skirts, heels, blouses. All provided by Reginald to enhance the natural beauty of the avian.

The jay bird was one of the finest IT specialists they had ever had in public. The new hires all knew that she could fix anything with a few minutes time and effort. Her salary certainly reflected the fact she worked hard. Only in private did she remove the clothing that hid her male body, but never the female persona. Oh no. The dragon crooned softly as the beak nuzzled against his slit and her tongue flicked out to trail along the opening to greet the dark red tip that started to slip free. No matter how much time passed he would never want for another employee such as this. Never would he search past her for the pleasure she offered. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

"My lovely girl.." He thrummed and leaned back to let her relax him before he fully enjoyed her. His lovely lovely bird.