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Big for Tyr
🕑 Added 2020-08-12 01:10:53 +0000 UTCAnother tease story for my friend Tyr.
Short little tease of Tyr coming home to his hulking beast of a dragon boyfriend and admiring the mountain of muscle he knows his boyfriend has become just for him.
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Big for Tyr
By Dragonien
Tyr hadn't even made it inside his house and he was already squirming. His face heated with a light blush as mental images played through his head at the sounds coming from the garage as he made the short walk from the driveway to the front door. It was a sound he knew all too well; the rhythmic clattering clack-clack of iron on steel. Just hearing the sounds brought vivid images of large metal disks locked tight onto a broad steel bar clinking against each other as it was hefted up and down repetitively. The heat in the air mixed with the familiar scent of sweat and musk tickled through his mind eye, or the olfactory equivalent, like a phantom. He barely even realized he, himself, was starting to sweat a bit just from the mental imagery and reached up out of reflex to loosen the collar of his shirt and let his neck breath a bit more. Once he was inside the sound was more noticeable, echoing through the house and accompanied by faint, but noticeable grunts of effort. he could picture those bright blue eyes squinted half-closed in effort, see in his mind's eye those plush red lips pulled back in a snarl of strain and exposing hints of the predatory fangs lining his mouth.
His bag was hung carelessly on the hook by the door, as was his jacket. Shoes were kicked lazily to the side as he made his way through the house towards the interior garage door. As Tyr walked he reached up to undo the first few buttons of his dress-shirt, giving his neck and chest more room to breath and exposing the small tuft of plumage puffing up from his own well sculpted, if lean, chest like a saurian facsimile of chest-hair. Any other time he might have been more concerned with getting more undressed, sick of wearing the constraining clothes all day at work. At the moment though, he was more concerned with not missing the show and settled for that minimum amount of improved comfort. The raptor paused for a moment as he reached the garage door, taking a second to himself to calm down and at least get a facade of casual control back in place. The last thing he wanted to do was show how eager he actually was. What could he say? He liked playing hard to get. Once he had suppressed the eager grin on his face, he reached out to open the garage door.
The moment it opened he felt a blast of air from inside the gym whip against him as miss-matched air temperature and pressure between the two rooms abruptly adjusted. In the process, Tyr got a face-full of that powerful musk in reality rather than imagination and nearly lost his calm facade. The scent was overwhelming, though not quite pungent, in the enclosed area of the garage. Even though he was able to keep the look of casual, mild amusement on his face there was no way for Tyr to hide the obvious erection rapidly forming in his pants at the sight of who was currently in the garage working out.
Tyr had come in just in time to catch Dragonien in his last set of squats. The beast was crouched down at the knees so low he looked like he might topple over if his stance hadn't been so firm. The nylon fabric of his gym shorts was pulled so tight across the two thick hams of muscle for his ass cheeks that Tyr was genuinely surprised it wasn't splitting open under all of that pressure. The bar laid across the dragon's shoulders was loaded with almost every weight that the home gym contained and even then the beastly dragon didn't seem to be struggling much to hold it up. All of that, though, was secondary to the most obvious anomaly in the garage; that being that, even when crouched down as low as he could go in a squat, Tyr's head was only level with the middle of Dragonien's shoulder blades.
When the dragon raised himself back up, giving out a last grunt of effort, his head nearly scraped the ten-foot ceiling inside the garage. He actually had to stand slightly off to the side of the center of the garage as the garage door mechanism and garage light hung down about a foot from the ceiling and would have banged against his head had he not moved off to the side. It wasn't just his height that was monstrous, though. Even through the clothes that the dragon wore every last muscle group was clearly defined and outlined as if each were individually fighting against its neighbors for space. His shoulders were both cannonballs set atop his wide upper torso, attached each to a bicep easily out-sizing the dragon's own head. From his back view, Tyr could see the crisscrossing road map of muscle and tendons along the small of Dragonien's back and around his shoulder-blades like a living mountain range, complete with ledges and handholds for any daring mountain-climber to use to scale up to it's peak. The tight, white T-shirt he wore was soaked all the way through with sweat and clung to the dragon's body, only seeming to better accentuate his herculean musculature. It didn't hurt that its sleeves had already been blown out by the sheer girth of Dragonien's biceps and hung like limp scraps of cloth from the shoulders of the shirt.
His shorts fared little better. Even with him no longer straining them to the breaking point with his squat they still tightly hugged around the thick girth of his ass and tail-base; pulled so tight that they even outlined his butt-crack in a constant, minor wedgie. The two hulking pillars of his thighs stretched the leg-sleeves so taunt that Tyr could actually see frayed strands of fabric sticking out of the hem where his flexing thighs had snapped the elastic and threatened to split the short's legs entirely apart. His calves were similarly monstrous in size, each one big enough they could have shamed any normal bodybuilder's pectorals in sheer mass.
When Dragonien noticed someone behind him, he slowly turned around to face Tyr; giving the raptor a frontal view of the beast as well. Pectorals each alone bigger than Tyr's entire torso set atop a ripped 6 pack stuffed with enough muscle they actually bowed outwards slightly as if they, too, wanted to jut out like the dragon's pectorals. Each brick of muscle for his abs alone was big enough for Tyr to struggle to palm it with a single hand, much less the pectorals that both of his hands couldn't even cover half of! He knew, he had tried. The hardened nubs of Dragonien’s nipples poked out through the tight, soaked fabric of his shirt; jutting downwards slightly from the sheer girth of his pectorals angling them downwards. Tyr couldn't help but notice that the dragon's pectoral shelf jutted out so far in front of him it actually came out farther than Dragonien's own muzzle did! Then of course there was the front of his shorts, a sight that nearly made Tyr's facade crack again when he saw the meaty mountains of Dragonien's thighs pulling the fabric so tight in front that they did nothing to hide the sheer girth of the dragon's endowment. Even soft it was easily as long, if not longer than Tyr's forearm and the two spherical bulges beneath the shaft could each alone overflow Tyr's attempt to palm them. Again, Tyr knew. He had tried.
Dragonien was a monster in nearly every sense of the word. The weight draped across his shoulders was nearly comparable to how much Tyr's car weighed! Tyr knew from personal experience that the dragon could easily lift said vehicle as he had done so one evening to show off for his saurian boyfriend. He was a living mountain of muscle, a physical embodiment of male excess in both size, muscle mass, and 'size' where it counted. He was also a huge nerd, which somehow made his titanic physique almost adorable with how the only thing he liked doing more than working out was playing nerdy video games or reading dorky fantasy books. He was a D&D playing nerd trapped in the body of a titan. And hew as all Tyr's.
The moment Dragonien saw the raptor any hint of strain on his face was replaced with a wide, toothy grin. The expression was almost childlike in the unabashed joy it portrayed as the beast began to quickly lumber his way towards Tyr. Before he could get too far, though, the raptor held up a hand between himself and the dragon signaling for him to wait. Obediently, the dragon stopped moving; though his happy expression never faltered. Tyr took a moment to look around the room, noticing the dozen empty water bottles and protein-shake cans piled in the trash can in the corner and couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Then, turning his attention back to the dragon he spoke up.
"Don't even think about it." Tyr chastised, unable to entirely hide his own smirk. "You don't even know what time it is do you? You've just been in here pumping iron all day."
"Well, I mean... not ALL day..." The dragon murmured with chagrin. The guilt in h is voice made it clear he had, in fact, been there all day. "Just... you know. Most of it..."
Sighing with a smile, Tyr stepped to the side and gestured towards the door behind him.
"No touching till you shower, you stink." He chastised.
Dragonien's ear fins wilted as he gave a nervous, embarrassed smile. It was as if only now that it was being pointed out did he realize how much the gym smelled of him and how his body was literally dripping with sweat. Snatching up a full-body towel which, to Dragonien, was more like a hand towel he quickly tried to do some damage control for the worst of the moisture lest he get yelled at for dripping his way through the house. Only once he was relatively certain he wouldn't make a mess on the way did he squeeze his way through the comparatively tiny doorway and into the house itself. As he made his way towards the bathroom, Tyr made no attempt to hide his blatant ogling as he watched the beastly dragon crouch down, ass again straining the back of his shorts, as he struggled to fit through a house not built for someone of his size. Only once the dragon had a good lead on him did Tyr start to follow after him. Before he did, though, he took one last glance back around the garage-turned-gym. The sight of the weight bar, still loaded up with an actual car's load of weight lay on the concrete by the wall, visible cracks on the floor where it had been dropped less-than-carefully. That just sent the raptor squirming all over again.
Quickly pulling his attention away, Tyr made his way down the hall towards their shared bathroom. It was one of the few rooms in the house big enough properly for Dragonien; having renovated it by knocking out the attached small bedroom and expanding the bathroom into it. Now it held a massive shower stall that normally would have fit at least four people comfortably that somehow Dragonien still made look small when he was inside of it. It was probably that, despite being more than wide enough for even someone of his proportions, it still wasn't quite tall enough; the top of the glass only reached the base of Dragonien's collarbone and the shower-heads were all around chest-high to him. He had to use the hand sprayers to get anything above his shoulders.
Tyr took his time following after Dragonien, slowly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and undoing his belt and fly on the way. He left a trail of work clothes behind him as he made his way down the hall, arriving at the sliding wooden double-doors of their bathroom in nothing but his underwear. Dragonien was already buck-naked, having quickly doffed his sweat-soaked clothes and tossed them into the larger hamper in the corner. He'd wasted no time in starting up the shower and beginning to rinse himself off. By the time Tyr had pulled the doors closed to trap the eventual building of steam inside with them and finished shucking his own underwear, Dragonien had rinsed off the worst of the day's sweat buildup.
Tyr felt Dragonien's body tense at the sudden, unexpected contact when he pressed up against the dragon's back. Tyr's lean, striped arms slowly encircled around the dragon's waistline; struggling to get his arms all the way around Dragonien. His shoulder hunched underneath Dragonien's tail and hefted the heavy mass over it, letting it hang behind him as his chest pressed into the thick slabs of meat that were the dragon's ass cheeks. For a long moment, Tyr was simply content to rest the side of his head up against the small of Dragonien's back and simply cling to him; letting the trickles of water cascading down Dragonien's mountainous body like miniature river rapids drip and dribble around him.
"...Mine." Tyr finally growled out quietly, possessively, into the lingering silence.
He emphasized his declaration by squeezing his arms tighter around Dragonien's waist and pressing more firmly in against his ass and back. Thankfully Tyr had enough self control to keep from getting too handsy while in the shower, instead opting to help the leviathan of a dragon soap and lather up his lower body while Dragonien dealt with the upper portion. It gave the raptor plenty of time to get hands on with every inch of the dragon from the belly button down, including certain parts of Dragonien that clearly advertised their enjoyment of the attention. Not that Tyr could judge. Despite his self control, he had been hard as a rock the moment he'd entered the bathroom. Eventually, though, the dragon was clean and he turned his attention towards the raptor. Tyr soon found himself being lifted up off the ground by Dragonien's meaty hands. Fingers thicker than sausages slowly rubbed and massaged across his own leanly muscled body; only eventually adding soap to build the facade of lathering Tyr up as an afterthought.
Once clean and dried off, the two quickly scampered their way back towards the bathroom. Or at least, Tyr scampered while Dragonien hunched down to lumber his way through door-frames still too small for someone of his size and proportion. Neither hand plans to leave the house for the rest of the night so they didn't re-dress beyond fresh pairs of underwear, mostly because both knew how much the other enjoyed the provocative nature of tight undergarments. They spent the rest of the evening cuddling up together on the two pushed-together king mattresses that Dragonien used as their bed, Tyr happily 'pushing' Dragonien down onto his back and crawling up on top of the beast.
Tyr particularly enjoyed pushing Dragonien around like that. he knew that if Dragonien actually didn't want to do something there was little he could do to make the behemoth comply, but the way the dragon effortlessly let himself be nudged and directed around by light pushes from the raptor gave Tyr a feeling of power and control he enjoyed much more than he'd probably be willing to admit out loud. A casual push of two fingers against the sitting dragon's chest had him lowering his broad back down onto the mattress, allowing Tyr to crawl his way up Dragonien's lap to drape himself across the dragon's massive torso. His legs spread to shamelessly straddle Dragonien's immense crotch-bulge, even going as far as to give it a couple of teasing squeezes with his thighs that elicited a light growl of warning from the dragon. The warning wasn't one of annoyance, though. Rather, it was more of a demand that if Tyr was going to start something he better be prepared to finish it.
The raptor was perfectly content to leave well enough alone for the time being. Instead, he dove straight in to Dragonien's chest and happily indulged himself in the hulking playground that was the dragon's body. His fingers stroked and traced over pectorals bigger than serving platters, occasionally palming the thick nubs of flesh for the dragon's nipples and causing Dragonien's breath to catch briefly each time. He nibbled tenderly along the base of Dragonien's collarbone where he knew it made the dragon squirm the most, eliciting another growl of warning expectation about riling him up too much. Tyr was already shamelessly grinding himself against the washboard of abs spread out beneath his waist and stomach, but wasn't quite ready to end his own personal indulgences to deal with Dragonien's growing libido so he reluctantly backed off. Instead, his muzzle slid its way down along the cleft of Dragonien's pectorals, happily nuzzling and even licking into the deep canyon and leaving a wet streak of saliva in its wake.
He loved how HARD Dragonien felt. How the rippling masses of muscle seemed unwilling to give even the slightest bit under his firmest grip. Yet even the slightest shift of his body on Dragonien's part made that seemingly steel-hard muscle ripple and shift around as effortlessly as if it were made of quicksilver. He loved how even the act of breathing caused Dragonien's pectorals to swell and lift him up several inches higher without the dragon even seeming to notice the effort or weight of the raptor on top of him. He knew firsthand that Dragonien could easily use something of his weight category as a free weight and probably not even work up a sweat. That thought again brought images of Dragonien showing off by dead-lifting that car up over his head and got Tyr squirming and grinding down against the dragon all over again. More than the sheer power and mass of the dragon though, was the thought behind it.
When he had met Dragonien the dragon had been much smaller. He’d still been abnormally tall, sure, but he'd been built more like Tyr himself. He'd been lean and athletic with just enough muscle to show when he flexed but no real heft or girth to strain clothes like he did now. But after they'd gotten together and Dragonien had gotten a better idea of just how much of a size queen Tyr was, he'd quickly fallen into an obsession with getting bigger. It wasn't even for his own sake or ego. It was all for Tyr. Every rep he did, every pound of muscle he gained, every inch of height he grew as if h is body were willingly obeying his desire to grow Tyr knew was built for him. He worked out, got bigger, because he wanted to be more of what turned Tyr on, not because he wanted to show off for the raptor. It wasn't about the dragon's ego, it was simply that he wanted to be the best eye candy possible for Tyr; be the most enjoyable he could for him. And as strange of a situation as it was it was still touching that the dragon had gone to such extreme lengths, literally turning himself into a monster, just for him. Oh, sure, Dragonien enjoyed being huge. Who wouldn’t? But at the end of the day Tyr knew it had been for him. All of this, every pound and inch of the beast beneath him, was all for him.
"Mmm... mine..." <3
