BEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEP, BEEEEEEP, BEEEE-...
You turn your wristwatch alarm off with a sigh, checking the time; 12:15. Yep, it's definitely late, especially to be coming back home at this time of the night. Last few weeks have been corporate hell, between terrible finance choices and some more than decent overtime on your part, you feel like you're pulling your weight: Rent and credits becoming far less straining now that there's some extra juice flowing. The high pitched alarm on your watch just tells you what you already know, that you've broken a promise, again.
"Duke..."

Sitting on the front porch of your house, you shut off the engine of your car; you were so tired that you even forgot to turn off the lights this time around. He definitely knows, now. Suit folded over your right arm, you pull your briefcase out and lock the car door with your leg, hobbling awkwardly towards the locked front door.
You'd be figuring out a way to open the door with your current predicament, given that ringing the doorbell is out of the question at this time of the night; however, your thoughts lie elsewhere, in how to make it up to him. A trip at the beach always soothes him, ice cream, the smile on his face the first time you dated, that sharp grin from end to end, tail flicking every time you told a joke...
A shoulder hitting the wall is all it takes for you to jostle back into reality, as you prop your suit up on your shoulder and use your temporarily free right hand to unlock the door; As awkward as it comes, you still manage to open it all by yourself, hopping in and immediately tossing everything aside. Your unbuttoned, sweaty shirt with a hanging tie, black pants, and worn shoes are all you carry, your mirror promptly informs you; The short, unkempt black hair you have, definitely a testament to your lack of sleep and current exhaustion. The last thing you notice are your worried, tired eyes, as well as your hand rubbing your face.
You give out another sharp sigh, composing yourself before making your way past the foyer, gazing up the stairs on the side. You're a bit scared to call out by now, so you prefer to just look for him. As you gaze around the second floor, making your way towards the bathroom, bedroom, nothing. A knot starts to form at the base of your throat, your tired brain making up mean scenarios to punish your sleep deprivation. Kitchen, nope, dining room, nope, Living room...

You don't know whether to be relieved or worried that he's sitting facing away from you, drink in hand, staring into the unlit fireplace that adorns the center. These white walls have never looked so menacing. There's another drink on the table, opposite side, full.
You make your way up to him, expecting to see a furrowed, angry expression as you round the couch; Instead, you see a warm smile upon his red, fuzzy face, eyes kindly looking at you as you approach him.

"Sorry". You were going to say hi; guilt made you choose otherwise.
"Hey, sweetie" His deep voice booms just a bit, enough to remind you that his voice accompanies his size, he's a bit above your head height even while sitting down. The warm, soft texture of his face when you kiss him is enough for your body to ease up on the tension, a large pair of fingers brushing your few stray hairs aside as that loving gaze puts your worries to rest "Have a seat, I'll be here in a minute".
You basically collapse on the couch on the other side, almost passing out on the spot. If only you could control the invasive thoughts that cloud your mind when having nights like these.
Across the hallway, you hear the furred dragon speak out "So, I had an idea when thinking about what you said about the money, despite me saying that we didn't need to"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, and so, I decided-" Out of the next room you hear a short, bass-y pop of the speakers turning on, before an orchestra slowly begins fading in, a melodic rhapsody that definitely gives out an aristocratic feel to the piece "-that maybe we should put a bit of that money to use, since you go out most of the day and I'm left alone quite a bit. I had time to think, and I have the perfect plan".
You take a sip of your drink, it's actually orange juice, something you remember telling him you loved a few months ago. It's a bit endearing that he'd remember that "Well, I'm all ears".
You have to hastily put your drink down the second he walks back into view, a large bottle in hand which he deposits tenderly next to your drink "No need, you'll know. Put this on your behind". Without an extra second, he turns tail and walks up to the bedroom. You catch a glance of his crotch from the angle of the stairs, eyes trailing back to the bottle on the table; It's lube. You huff for a few seconds, an exhausted mind just piecing together what's about to transpire.


A few minutes pass while you fold your clothes, realize that they're sweaty anyways and toss them aside, and then promptly give your ass a good, thorough coating. This stuff is incredibly thick, and sticks quite well to your body, despite it being lubricant enough for your hand to slip inside of you a couple of times. Once you're done, you begin making your way up the stairs, mustering the courage to enter the room. In all of this time, one of the hardest things for you to do was taking him to hilt, especially with just how well endowed he was. Nevertheless, you are happy that he's not upset over your current attitude with your job, and he's more than willing to let some steam off, on--
...in you.
The happy parts of your brain light up at that thought, and although it might be just too much to take, you're too damn tired and horny to reason with stupid things like logic.
You expect the door to creak, but instead, it noiselessly opens up, revealing the visage of your 10 feet tall boyfriend, half-laying down on the bed, one knee up, back propped up against the back of the king-sized bed. He is wearing nothing more than a purple pair of underwear that obscenely bulges the two you-sized nuts on; You're going to have a very hard time saying no to this beast now.
"Hi."
"Come over."
Your naked form makes its way towards the red-furred creature, small beads of lube trickling down from your well-lubed ass, your member immediately jumping to attention. You climb up on the bed and grope those massive orbs, already feeling the churning warmth of their presence radiate past the cloth, before a hand idly clasps your midsection and begins lifting you.
"Nope, you're going to do something a little more interesting tonight"
Suspended in mid-air, you get a glimpse of the once-endearing big-sized dragon, now turned into a grin that only preys who are about to meet their demise see. Your heart shrinks a few inches as the big beast lowers you facing away from him, down towards his crotch, his free hand pulling his stretched underwear off. From up here you can definitely get a good whiff of his scent, those two giant balls permanently giving off such an earthy, salty musk that can drive you insane within moments. Reason why you've never had long-lasting arguments with him, really. Without hesitation, he begins lowering you until your upper body is hugging those two hot, furred nuts. You're almost tempted to lick them, but the few times you've choked before remind you not to, for your sake.
As the weight that's keeping you aloft slowly subsides, you sink in a bit on the pliable weight of his body, as two hands grab your hips and pull you back, smearing some more lube inside of you with a few, very thick fingers. "Hey, I'm still not quite sure about taking you fully, you know? I feel like we should go slow" you warn, as your butt feels something soft, fleshy, and warmer than his body. "Don't worry, we can go as slow as you want, just don't move if it starts becoming too much"
You look up in confusion at him, but can't really manage an angle at your current position. "What do y--" You're cut short as you feel both of your ankles being pulled back, whatever's behind you slipping inside your ass with ease. You lose your wind immediately as the sudden intrusion makes you arch your back, and you feel both ankles being suddenly restrained with a rope. "Wh-- ...What are you doing...?"
"Well, my idea originally was a harsher punishment, but I settled with this because it's original, and you get to practice! Anyways, have fun, I'm gonna go finish up my work."
You stammer, trying to look up before a weight begins to take over you. The large piece of cloth looms over your form, closing your view of your boyfriend as you're currently stuck in this position, being hugged by the stretchy garment on one side and the soft balls on the other side.
You shift for a bit, not made quite uncomfortable but definitely uneasy with this predicament, and as you move your back, a quiver shocks through whatever's behind you, before you begin feeling a pressure slowly stretching you.
"... Like I said, it's at your own speed, don't move that much if you don't want it to be too much, yeah?"
And like that, you feel him get up from the bed, your body bouncing a bit as you don't have the softness of his nuts to hold you up anymore. The stretching on your behind slowly inches deeper, making you moan against the soft fabric, the musk quite evident when your face is right up against it, smearing the few stains of pre all over your face.
A few minutes pass, and you feel your environment move every once in a while, somewhat visible through the translucent fabric that's in front of you. The smell is driving you up the wall, if only you could move, and you can't get your hands anywhere else than the underwear for balance. Every time you slip or squirm a bit too much, you feel what you assume to be his sheath deposit a few more inches of meat inside of you, giving you a reason to moan out.
"Well, I've also been thinking about these last few nights, and how you didn't really have time for me, which is perfectly understandable. But now that it's Friday, I got us a nice set of plans for every day of the week. For now, have fun in there, and I do hope you have saved your appetite."
You gulp, the thick, immense shaft is definitely prodding inside of you, and if those two giant beanbags below you are any telling, He's pent up.
A loud sizzling stirs your body back to consciousness, and from the height of his crotch you can see a pan and some eggs being currently fried, as Duke prepares his late-night dinner, humming to himself over the jazzy tunes in the background "I'll make you a plate, doubt you'll need it". You mindlessly grab at the shelves on the kitchen for support, through the cloth, which prompts a few more twitches and an all familiar feeling on your ass. "Oooh, that felt good, are you sure you don't want my entire length inside of you?... Just teasin', be careful in there"
The next few minutes are spent with you moaning to yourself, both hands clasping the growing bulge on your stomach that slowly grows past it, your own member twitching and leaking like a hose onto the bottom of the underwear. By now the only oxygen that's inside of your prison is completely tainted with the hot air of his package, permeating the place and your form in his imposing scent. 
SNAP
Your body begins to fall forwards, slipping off your boyfriend's half-hard cock before a hand catches your upper body from the other side, giving you a proper face-full of musk-ridden underwear "Ah, the rope snapped, one second". Duke pulls you back onto his member, groaning at the sensation and humping onto your stretched out hole just a few more times "Mmmphh, I promised I wouldn't get carried away but... You're just so tight... and your moaning isn't helping either... In a way you're also helping me be more restrained,  don't wanna break my lovely little tank now, you know?"
You're torn-- oh, haha-- on what exactly he meant by 'tank', but you're more than a little filled by now, since the dragon is so worked up that you can feel him stretch out to his full mast inside of your stomach, making you give out a muffled moan onto Duke's hand.
"I almost have all of this fun without you, I was thinking that that would have been a better punishment, but I think you deserve to see just how much fun I'm having without you, having dinner and all that"
You feel another set of ropes firmly anchor both your knees and wrists to the wide hips of your... definitely hung, boyfriend, sweat running down your forehead as you start panting with every breath of his musk, paired with the ever growing feeling of his titanic manhood lodged deep inside of you. Duke begins micro-humping your form to test the firmness of the ropes, giving them a few tugs to make sure they aren't too tight.
"I'm sure that when people smell you next time you go to work, they'll notice what a hunk of a dragon owns this little puppy, maybe I oughta put a limit on how many times you get off, hmm?"
Your eyes roll back, your cock twitching expectantly for any sort of stimuli to drive it over the edge, and just when you think you're going to go off, the humping stops. 
"Once a week you'll be able to blow your load from smelling my nuts, and once a month I'll give you a proper mounting to sate you. Sounds nice, huh?"
You're panting into the now humid front of the underwear, your tongue idly slathering the already soaked fabric in a desperate look for pleasure.
"Remember Jeam, from the gym? We had such a fun time that one day, right? I realized a few weeks back that he broke up, and was also thinking about inviting him over, obviously if it's okay with you."
The edge of your climax slowly subsides, not finding enough stimulation to properly orgasm, you are forced to bottle it all up between pants and sighs, feeling your stomach slowly begin to build pressure... Is he cumming?
"He's pretty hung, I mean, not more than me, obviously, but just enough for him to be decent. Think about how much it would do you as a punishment to be rubbed up and down by two pairs of balls, slathered on that alligator's thick seed and your dragon boyfriend's precum?"
Oh god, that's his pre. Your stomach is ballooning slightly from how much he's leaking into you, thick drips of the slime leaking out of your ass in earnest.
"And let's not forget how thick hipped that boy is, I tell ya, the reason why anyone would break up with him is out of jealousy, because anyone else would jump that gator the second he was alone. I bet ya that that ass is so pudgy you'd slip your head inside... Ooh! Speaking of, next Thursday is all about that."
You're pretty much drunk on lust and musk at this point, your mind can't stop thinking on things that make your dick happy, and force you to groan out pleads between moans, a slurry of words that roughly translate to-
"Want to eat my ass and fuck it? That's quite bold of you, given that you're strapped to a thick dragon cock while huffing my balls, definitely not your type."
You barely make out between your sounds the squeak of a chair, followed by the soft clinging of cutlery.
"Besides, this week is all about strapping. And that's something I haven't warmed up completely to, yet. Jeam gave me the idea after I brought up your whole situation".
Duke sits down, forcing the huge pair of balls to hug you tightly, as you smear the middle section in a thick slathering of pre, moaning hard against the smelly fabric.
"Bought some fuzzy ropes, to ease up on the strain, like the ones you're using right now, as well as a few pairs of emergency scissors. Some hooks, learnt me a few knots..."
You can't really move in this position, so you're forced to huff the furred pair of gigantic balls in front of you, resting your head in them, and accidentally motorboating them a little.
"Still bad at it though. But it's okay, for now we'll worry about getting through the night. I'll be eating, so, uh, if you start hurtin' or feeling generally bad just say something like... uh... Janique"
And just like that, you're left to your own devices, as you feel your gut bulge just a bit tighter against the soft footing beneath you. You start lifting your head up to get some proper air, but the pure scent emanating from beneath you forces you to straight up dive into the sack, repeating the same process while matting the top in a slimy mixture of your pre mixed with Duke's own leaking manhood. As such, you spend the next few minutes in this abyss of pleasure and denial for about ten minutes or so, your brain sparking up with every bit of bliss it can possibly provide.
"Alrighty, I'll leave these eggs out here in case you still want 'em, goin' to clean up and go to bed now, in case you wanna join me~"
You mumble out something along the lines of 'please', moaning and panting taking over from that point as he stands up, feeling a familiar taste behind your throat.
"Hah, it's weird when I remember that my cock can literally go through you, guess you would know all about it. Hmm, safe words are gonna be hard when your mouth has a giant dick protruding from the front, so..."
The sudden jolt of the large beast going into a run is enough to spear that giant cock past your throat, feeling the backed-up pre jet out of your mouth and slowly pool at the base of your chin "Mpphph...".
For the first time you hear Duke give out a small groan, as you see him stagger a bit and hold himself against a wall. Your ass feels packed, and there's nowhere else for this giant cock to go, so all that you have left is putting this torture to rest. Pushing forwards as best as you can, you do an effort to slam your hips back over, and over again, feeling the pre gush out your mouth, into the underwear, and slathering all over your face. The salty scent does wonders to your mind, and your cock is happily leaking a thick trail down at the base of the slip-ons.
"Hhmmph, I'm very tempted to keep you as a cocksock if you're going to act out like that, but that'll happen on another day. You keep this up and you'll get a good cream filling like puppies deserve."
You protest, as much as a cock-speared person can possibly try.
"I think we'll be leaving safewords for later, what do you think? Oh, sorry, forgot that you can't give much of an input, it's more of an output now~".
You'd groan at that poorly constructed joke if you weren't full of dragon dick.

As Duke makes his way towards the bedroom, after having cleaned up the dishes and your clothes, he begins laying in bed, grasping your midsection hard before pushing you all the way down. You choke, watching as a mountain of meat spirals out of you an extra feet or two, eyes rolling back as you swallow all of the dribbling pre involuntarily "Hmmmmphh, you feel so goddamn good when you're nothing but a condom, I'm more than a little tempted to fill you up and tie you on both ends like an obedient little sock... But you'll scold me for that."
With a sigh of relief, you feel the thick pole pull back until your throat is free. As he keeps pulling, your abused hole slips off with a Schlick!, torrents of pre leaking off both ends of your form as you're dropped down onto the top of the dragon's testicles.
Regaining your composure, you pant loudly into the pair of balls as you feel the ropes behind you become undone "Well, look at you, leaking out of every single part, but hasn't cum yet. Want that to change?"
It takes you about a minute for you to get up, wiping jism from your cheek before talking back to Duke, but only pre blurts out of your throat, coating some of the fur on his testicles.
"Gross."
You crawl up to his side, limbs weak from the entire ordeal "So, does this mean that you forgive me?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
The familiar visage of a red, furred dragon, imposing upon you with a toothy grin and a lustful expression give out a feeling of pure helplessness, fear, and lust, that you have a hard time not paying attention to his entire form. As he looms upon you with that same expression that usually means "You'll be barfing cum in the next hour" spears through your vision, making you truly understand the concept of 'True Sight'
"On how well you can endure the things I'm going to do to you."