Dragon's breath came in short, heated puffs as he crouched behind a cluster of dense palm fronds in the overgrown park on the outskirts of Kuala Lumpur, his phone's camera lens trained on his own naked form. The humid air clung to his skin like a warm, invisible veil, carrying the earthy scent of damp soil and distant rain. At 177 centimeters and 100 kilograms, his body was a soft yet solid canvas of curves and muscle—his belly rounding out in a gentle swell, his thighs thick and powerful from years of discreet gym sessions. He snapped another photo, the shutter click echoing faintly in the quiet evening, capturing the way his cock, semi-erect and glistening with a bead of precum, nestled against his dark pubic hair. His heart raced not just from the thrill of exposure, but from the fantasies that had consumed him for years: rough hands pinning him down, the weight of big, burly Indian men claiming him as their plaything. But here, alone in this hidden glade, those thoughts were just shadows—until he straightened up and noticed the faint glow of an ancient stone shrine tucked between the trees, its idol of a curvaceous goddess staring back at him with unyielding eyes.

Intrigued and a little unnerved, Dragon approached the shrine, his bare feet sinking into the cool, mossy ground. The air grew thicker with the scent of incense and something sweeter, like jasmine mixed with sweat. That's when he saw him: Vikneswaren, or Vicky as he later introduced himself, a chubby priest with a broad, welcoming face and a body that mirrored Dragon's own—soft rolls of flesh over sturdy muscle, his traditional robe hanging loosely to reveal hints of dark chest hair. Vicky's eyes, warm and knowing, locked onto Dragon's nudity with a smile that sent a shiver down his spine. "The goddess has been watching you, my friend," Vicky said in a voice like rumbling thunder, his accent thick with the rhythm of Tamil. He explained Rati's domain over desire, her hunger for offerings of passion, and how Dragon's secret yearnings had drawn her gaze. Before Dragon could protest or flee, Vicky guided him to kneel before the statue, urging him to pray in his vulnerable state, and that's when the first encounter began—slow, deliberate, as if the goddess herself orchestrated every touch.

Vicky's hands were firm yet tender as they explored Dragon's body, starting with a gentle massage of his shoulders that melted into something more insistent. The priest's fingers traced the curves of Dragon's back, down to the dimples above his ample ass, sending jolts of electricity through his skin. Dragon's cock hardened fully, throbbing with need, as Vicky pressed against him from behind, his own erection evident through the thin fabric of his robe. With a whisper of devotion to Rati, Vicky slipped out of his clothes, revealing a thick, uncut cock that curved upward, veined and glistening with anticipation. He positioned Dragon on all fours before the statue, the cool stone pressing into his knees and palms, and slowly, agonizingly, pushed inside. The initial penetration was a blaze of sensation—Dragon's tight hole stretching around Vicky's girth, the friction burning deliciously as inch by inch filled him. He gasped, the sound echoing in the shrine, his body trembling with a mix of pain and ecstasy. Vicky's thrusts were rhythmic, each one deeper than the last, the wet slap of skin against skin mingling with the priest's low moans. Dragon felt every ridge, every pulse, his own cock leaking precum onto the ground as waves of pleasure built, the goddess's presence seeming to amplify the intensity until he cried out, his release spilling in hot spurts while Vicky's seed flooded him, warm and abundant.

Barely catching his breath, Dragon found himself pulled into a second encounter, this one more fervent, as if Vicky's devotion demanded repetition. They shifted positions, Dragon now straddling the priest on a worn mat before the idol, his chubby thighs quivering as he lowered himself onto that rigid shaft once more. The air was thick with the musk of their sweat and the earthy aroma of the shrine, every inhale drawing Dragon deeper into his fantasies. Vicky's hands gripped Dragon's hips, guiding him with steady force, the penetration hitting new angles that made stars burst behind his eyes. He rode Vicky hard, his ass clenching around the invading cock, feeling the stretch and slide with exquisite detail—the way Vicky's tip brushed against his prostate, sending jolts of fire through his core. Dragon's moans grew louder, raw and uninhibited, his body slick with perspiration that trickled down his chest. The priest whispered praises, calling him Rati's chosen vessel, and as Dragon's rhythm faltered into desperation, he came again, his cum splattering across Vicky's belly in thick ropes. Vicky followed suit, his thrusts erratic and powerful, filling Dragon with another load that seeped out, warm and sticky, heightening the intimate mess between them.

For the third time, Vicky's hunger seemed insatiable, driven by the goddess's will, and they moved to the base of the statue, where the air hummed with an otherworldly energy. Dragon was on his back now, legs spread wide, his hole still slick from the previous sessions, aching with a pleasurable burn. Vicky loomed over him, his chubby frame casting a shadow that made Dragon feel utterly exposed and desired. The priest's cock, still hard and glistening, slid back inside with ease, but this time the pace was slower, more exploratory. Each thrust was deliberate, allowing Dragon to savor the fullness, the way Vicky's balls slapped against his ass with a rhythmic thud. The scents of their arousal—salty sweat, the tang of cum—filled the space, and Dragon arched his back, his nipples hardening as Vicky leaned down to suck and bite them gently. The sensation was electric, a cascade of pleasure that made Dragon's cock twitch and leak anew. He wrapped his legs around Vicky, pulling him deeper, their bodies moving in sync as if performing a ritual. When release came, it was mutual and intense, Dragon's seed painting his own stomach while Vicky's hot essence poured into him, their mingled breaths heavy with exhaustion and bliss.

The fourth encounter blurred the line between worship and raw need, with Vicky urging Dragon to take him orally this time, right at the foot of the goddess's statue. Dragon's lips parted eagerly, tasting the salt and musk of Vicky's cock as he engulfed it, the thick shaft filling his mouth completely. The texture was intoxicating—smooth skin over rigid heat, veins pulsing against his tongue as he bobbed his head. Vicky's hands tangled in Dragon's hair, guiding the rhythm, his moans echoing off the stone walls. Dragon's own arousal built as he felt the priest's cock swell, the first spurts of precum coating his throat. But Vicky didn't let him finish there; he pulled Dragon up and entered him from behind again, standing, pressing him against the cool idol. The angle was perfect, each thrust hitting deep, the friction building to a fever pitch. Dragon's ass clenched around the intrusion, his body shuddering with every impact, the sounds of their bodies colliding a symphony of desire. When they climaxed, it was simultaneous, Dragon's cum shooting onto the statue's base as an offering, Vicky's release flooding him once more, leaving them both trembling and spent.

As the fifth and final encounter wound down, Vicky held Dragon close, their bodies slick and entwined on the mat, the shrine now heavy with the scent of their shared passion. Vicky's voice was soft but commanding as he explained the goddess's plan: Dragon was to become her vessel, traveling to the sacred temple in India's green valleys to fulfill his deepest fantasies with big, burly men under Rati's watchful eye. The words sank in like a revelation, stirring a mix of fear and exhilaration in Dragon's chest. That night, back in his small apartment, the routine hum of the city outside felt distant as he packed his bags—folding his work clothes neatly, tucking away his phone with its trove of secret photos. His body still ached from the encounters, a reminder of the path ahead, and as he locked the door for the last time, heading toward the airport under the cover of dawn, he felt the goddess's pull growing stronger, promising a world of rough, unbridled pleasure that awaited him in the shadows of those distant mountains.

The dawn light painted the airport terminal in soft hues of pink and gray as Dragon stepped through the automatic doors, his carry-on bag slung over one shoulder—containing little more than a change of clothes, his passport, and the lingering ache in his muscles from Vicky's fervent touches. He treated himself to a business-class ticket, the extravagance feeling like a sacred indulgence, and as he boarded the spacious aircraft, the cool rush of conditioned air enveloped him, carrying faint notes of coffee and polished leather. Settling into the wide, reclining seat, he fastened his seatbelt and gazed out the window at the tarmac blurring into motion, the plane's engines humming like a distant heartbeat. With a glass of champagne in hand, its bubbles tingling on his tongue, Dragon let his thoughts drift back to the roots of his desires, the quiet moments that had shaped him into Rati's chosen vessel.

He remembered the Indian men who had orbited his family's life in his youth, like the chubby gardener who tended their sprawling yard in the sweltering heat of Southeast Asia. One blistering afternoon, hidden behind a cluster of frangipani trees, young Dragon had stolen a glance at the man rinsing off under a garden hose, his dark-skinned body glistening with water that cascaded over rolls of soft flesh, accentuating the curve of his belly and the thick thighs planted firmly on the sun-baked earth. The gardener, unaware of his audience, stroked his uncut cock with deliberate, rhythmic pulls, his free hand pinching a nipple on his ample chest, beads of sweat mixing with the water to form rivulets down his back. As he built toward climax, his breaths came in heavy gasps, his chubby frame trembling under the relentless sun, until he arched slightly, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum spurted onto the ground, splattering the dirt in pearly streaks. The man's face contorted in raw ecstasy, a low groan escaping his lips as he steadied himself against a tree, his body shuddering with aftershocks, the scent of earth and his own musk hanging in the humid air— an image that seared into Dragon's mind, igniting a lifelong craving for the commanding presence of Indian chubby men.

Years later, as a chubby university student in Kuala Lumpur, Dragon had discovered a dimly lit gay sauna tucked away in the city's underbelly, a haven where bodies like his mingled in steamy shadows. He'd wander the corridors naked, his soft curves on display, the warm air thick with the scent of sweat and chlorine, heart pounding as he watched big men—some Indian, their dark skin gleaming—entwine in the play areas. One night, he pressed against a shadowed wall, stroking his hardening cock as he observed a burly pair grinding together, their cocks slick and rubbing in rhythmic friction, moans echoing off the tiles. Fear kept him from joining, his hand moving faster over his own shaft until he came in silent spurts, but he returned regularly, each visit stoking his hidden fire. Now, older and broader from years of workouts, on one fateful evening, he locked eyes with a massive Indian man across the steam room, the stranger's towel tenting as his hand stroked his evident erection, a knowing smile spreading across his face that made Dragon's pulse race with anticipation.

Across the steam room's hazy glow, the massive Indian man's eyes locked onto Dragon's with an intensity that made his stomach flip. His hand continued its slow, deliberate strokes under the tented towel, the fabric shifting with each pull, revealing glimpses of his thick thighs and the outline of what promised to be an impressive girth. A knowing smile curled his lips, and he extended a finger, curling it toward Dragon in a silent, beckoning invitation that sent a thrill racing through his veins. As if compelled by an unseen force, Dragon's legs carried him forward, the warm mist clinging to his naked skin, his heart pounding in his ears as he crossed the quiet space, the faint echoes of distant water droplets the only sound breaking the late-night hush.

The man looked up at him, his chubby face framed by a neatly trimmed beard, his broad chest rising and falling with steady breaths. "Hello, handsome," he said in a deep, accented voice that rumbled like distant thunder, his eyes roaming over Dragon's soft curves with unabashed hunger. "You're one sexy beast, strutting around like that—brave and beautiful. You can call me Raja." Dragon swallowed hard, his pulse quickening as he managed a breathless reply, "Hi, Raja... you're incredibly hot yourself, so big and strong, it's intoxicating." Raja chuckled, his hand still moving lazily beneath the towel. "I like how you're so bold, walking naked like this—it drives me wild. I'd love to fuck you, right here, right now." Dragon's breath hitched, the words igniting a fire in his core, and he nodded eagerly, dropping to his knees on the tiled floor. With trembling hands, he tugged away Raja's towel, revealing a big, circumcised cock—thick and veined, its smooth head glistening with precum, standing proudly from a nest of dark hair. Dragon leaned in with enthusiasm, wrapping his lips around the shaft, savoring the salty taste and the heat as he bobbed his head, his tongue swirling over the sensitive tip while Raja groaned in approval. Raja's free hand reached around, his fingers wet from the steam, slipping between Dragon's cheeks to probe his tight anus, one digit then two pushing inside, stretching him in a way that made him moan around the cock in his mouth.

After a few intense minutes, Raja pulled Dragon back with a gentle but firm grip on his hair, his voice husky with desire. "God, that mouth is amazing, but I need to be inside you now." Dragon gasped, his face flushed, admitting in a whisper, "I'm a virgin... this is all new to me." Raja's lips twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming. "Oh, perfect—a fresh hole to break in. That's the best kind." Standing to his full height, a head taller and wider than Dragon, his chubby frame casting a shadow, Raja guided them to the dimly lit play room, the air growing thicker with the scent of sweat and anticipation. He bent Dragon over a sturdy table in the center, spreading his ass cheeks wide and diving in with his tongue, rimming him deeply, the wet, probing sensation making Dragon moan in a mix of shock and pleasure he'd never felt before. Raja's rough hands roamed everywhere, squeezing Dragon's sensitive nipples cruelly until he whimpered, laughing at the pain before licking a trail up his back and spine, sending shivers through him. With one hand holding Dragon down, the other spreading him open, Raja entered slowly, inch by inch, the initial pain making Dragon gasp and tense, but soon morphing into waves of pleasure as the big cock massaged his prostate. Raja plowed mercilessly, his thrusts powerful and unrelenting, until he grunted hard, his chubby body quivering as he emptied a massive load deep inside, the hot rush filling Dragon completely. As Raja pulled out, Dragon glanced around, realizing a small crowd had gathered, watching with rapt attention, and the thought of their eyes on him only heightened his arousal, leaving him trembling with a newfound thrill.

Raja pulled out slowly, his thick, veined cock dragging against the tender walls of Dragon's stretched anus, the flared head catching on the rim and sending a sharp, electrifying ache through his core that made him wince and gasp. Every inch of the withdrawal felt like a deliberate tease, the slick length sliding free with a wet pop, leaving Dragon's hole throbbing and raw, a mix of pain and lingering fullness that pulsed in the humid air. Leaning over him, Raja pressed his heavy, sweat-slicked body against Dragon's back, his chubby weight pinning him to the table like a conqueror's claim, the warmth of their naked skin fusing in a heated embrace that drew a deep, involuntary moan from Dragon's lips.

"You feel that, boy?" Raja murmured into Dragon's ear, his voice low and dominant, laced with a hungry growl that vibrated through their pressed bodies. "This is what a real bottom lives for—stretched, broken in, ready to be used again and again like the slut you are." He laughed cruelly, the hot breath from his mouth tickling the nape of Dragon's neck, sending shivers down his spine that mingled with the pleasure of Raja's bulk grinding against him. Dragon moaned again, his body arching under the delicious pressure, his cock twitching against the table as Raja's words sank in, stoking the fire of his submission. "Such a good hole you've got, tight and greedy—fuck, I want to bury myself in it more, pound you senseless until you're begging for my cum." With that, Raja's fingers found Dragon's nipples once more, pinching them cruelly as he reached for Dragon's arm, spotting the locker number etched on his wristband. "I'll leave my number in your locker, slut. Call me, and be ready to get fucked hard again soon," he added in that same commanding tone, his voice dripping with promise.

As Raja heaved himself up and sauntered toward the showers, his muscular form disappearing into the steam, Dragon lay sprawled on the table, his muscles aching and his anal ring pulsing with a throbbing fullness that kept him aroused despite the exhaustion. The crowd around him giggled and whispered, their voices a chorus of teasing judgment: "Look at this big slut, strutting around naked and finally getting what he deserves—fucked like the whore he is." A few bold men stepped closer, their hands roaming over Dragon's sweat-glistened skin, fingers probing his loose, cum-leaking hole, making Raja's essence drip out in warm trails that heightened his humiliation and thrill. He lingered there for a moment, the mix of exposure and arousal making his body quiver, before staggering to the hot tub, where the other men watched and murmured about his debauched display. Submerging himself in the bubbling water, Dragon's mind raced with the raw intensity of it all, and he slipped into a private room to stroke his aching cock, his ejaculation erupting with explosive force, landing in thick ropes across his face and chest. Finally, he dragged himself to the locker, finding Raja's simple card inside with the name, number, and the scrawled words on the reverse: "Call me slut, I want to fuck you hard again and again." His heart pounded as he pocketed it, the promise echoing in his ears as he dressed and stepped out into the night, the city's hum pulling him back to his lonely apartment.

Raja pulled out slowly, his thick, veined cock dragging against the tender walls of Dragon's stretched anus, the flared head catching on the rim and sending a sharp, electrifying ache through his core that made him wince and gasp. Every inch of the withdrawal felt like a deliberate tease, the slick length sliding free with a wet pop, leaving Dragon's hole throbbing and raw, a mix of pain and lingering fullness that pulsed in the humid air. Leaning over him, Raja pressed his heavy, sweat-slicked body against Dragon's back, his chubby weight pinning him to the table like a conqueror's claim, the warmth of their naked skin fusing in a heated embrace that drew a deep, involuntary moan from Dragon's lips.

"You feel that, boy?" Raja murmured into Dragon's ear, his voice low and dominant, laced with a hungry growl that vibrated through their pressed bodies. "This is what a real bottom lives for—stretched, broken in, ready to be used again and again like the slut you are." He laughed cruelly, the hot breath from his mouth tickling the nape of Dragon's neck, sending shivers down his spine that mingled with the pleasure of Raja's bulk grinding against him. Dragon moaned again, his body arching under the delicious pressure, his cock twitching against the table as Raja's words sank in, stoking the fire of his submission. "Such a good hole you've got, tight and greedy—fuck, I want to bury myself in it more, pound you senseless until you're begging for my cum." With that, Raja's fingers found Dragon's nipples once more, pinching them cruelly as he reached for Dragon's arm, spotting the locker number etched on his wristband. "I'll leave my number in your locker, slut. Call me, and be ready to get fucked hard again soon," he added in that same commanding tone, his voice dripping with promise.

As Raja heaved himself up and sauntered toward the showers, his muscular form disappearing into the steam, Dragon lay sprawled on the table, his muscles aching and his anal ring pulsing with a throbbing fullness that kept him aroused despite the exhaustion. The crowd around him giggled and whispered, their voices a chorus of teasing judgment: "Look at this big slut, strutting around naked and finally getting what he deserves—fucked like the whore he is." A few bold men stepped closer, their hands roaming over Dragon's sweat-glistened skin, fingers probing his loose, cum-leaking hole, making Raja's essence drip out in warm trails that heightened his humiliation and thrill. He lingered there for a moment, the mix of exposure and arousal making his body quiver, before staggering to the hot tub, where the other men watched and murmured about his debauched display. Submerging himself in the bubbling water, Dragon's mind raced with the raw intensity of it all, and he slipped into a private room to stroke his aching cock, his ejaculation erupting with explosive force, landing in thick ropes across his face and chest. Finally, he dragged himself to the locker, finding Raja's simple card inside with the name, number, and the scrawled words on the reverse: "Call me slut, I want to fuck you hard again and again." His heart pounded as he pocketed it, the promise echoing in his ears as he dressed and stepped out into the night, the city's hum pulling him back to his lonely apartment.

As the city's hum faded into the background, Dragon trudged up the stairs to his apartment, the weight of the night pressing on his shoulders like a heavy fog, but exhaustion soon overtook him once he collapsed onto his bed—only to jolt awake hours later, the stewardess's gentle hand shaking his shoulder in the dim light of the airplane cabin. "Sir, we've hit some turbulence; please fasten your seatbelt," she said softly, her voice cutting through the haze of sleep, leaving him disoriented and flushed, his mind scrambling to reconcile the vivid dreams of Raja's cruel dominance with the reality of the plush seat beneath him. His cock, still half-hard from the erotic reverie, strained against his pants, and he awkwardly shifted, crossing his legs to hide the bulge while mumbling a thank you, his face burning as he fumbled with the belt, the cool air of the cabin doing little to quell the throbbing ache in his anus from Vicky's relentless pounding the day before.

Settling into the meal tray that the stewardess placed before him—a simple curry with fragrant rice whose spices teased his nostrils and evoked memories of Indian heat—he couldn't shake the dual echoes of Raja's humiliating words and Vicky's guiding touch, his mind swirling with the intoxicating mix of shame and desire that made his cock twitch beneath the tray, leaking a bead of precum that soaked into his underwear. He savored the curry's warmth on his tongue, but his thoughts raced ahead to the temple, picturing himself as a willing vessel for big, burly men, their rough hands binding him, their thick cocks stretching him open in ways that both thrilled and humiliated him, the fantasy amplifying the raw sting in his ass as if Raja's invasion had left an indelible mark on his soul. After pushing the tray aside and barely glancing at the in-flight movie—a blurred spectacle of colors and sounds—he fished Raja's card from his wallet, the edges worn from his grip, regretting not dialing the number to surrender to another session of being pounded mercilessly, imagining Raja's chubby frame looming over him once more, his voice growling commands as he thrust deep, only this time with a circle of other men joining in, their eager hands pinning Dragon down, cocks sliding into his mouth and ass in a relentless orgy that left him breathless and spent, cum dripping from every orifice in a haze of ecstatic submission.

Shaking his head to dispel the vivid daydream, Dragon pulled out the crumpled instructions Vicky had scribbled on a piece of temple parchment, the ink smudged but legible: a day's train ride to the heart of India, followed by two grueling days by car through winding mountain roads flanked by lush valleys, and finally a full day's trek on foot to the sacred temple nestled in the green depths. His heart raced at the journey's length, wondering how he'd find lodging in Mumbai upon landing and navigate to the station amid the chaos of crowds and vendors, all while these intense sexual fantasies gripped him like unseen hands, unaware that Lady Rati's divine influence wove through his thoughts, amplifying his desires into an irresistible siren call.

As the plane touched down in Mumbai with a gentle jolt, the wheels screeching against the runway, Dragon murmured the words under his breath, his erection straining painfully against his trousers, a persistent throb that made every shift in his seat a torment of unfulfilled need. Outside the window, the sprawling cityscape unfolded in a haze of smog and sunlight, but his mind drifted back to the monotonous rhythm of his life after university, where he'd landed a position as an executive in a mid-sized accounting firm in Kuala Lumpur. The days blurred into a routine of crisp shirts and polished shoes, his chubby frame squeezed into tailored suits that hid his soft curves, always arriving early and leaving late, buried in spreadsheets and reports that numbed his senses. Yet beneath that facade of efficiency, a deep loneliness gnawed at him; his coworkers were a sea of faces he barely acknowledged, their small talk about families and promotions falling flat against his secret cravings, leaving him isolated in a crowd, his horniness a constant undercurrent that simmered just below the surface, making even the most mundane meetings a battle against fleeting fantasies of rough hands and commanding voices.

Even his furtive visits to the sauna offered little respite, the steamy rooms filled with fleeting encounters that never quite matched the intensity of Raja's dominance; he'd bottomed for a few burly men, their cocks sliding into him with urgent thrusts that left his hole aching and slick, and sucked others in the dim corners, the salty taste of their precum coating his tongue as he knelt obediently. But none ignited that same fire, their touches feeling mechanical compared to Raja's cruel whispers and unyielding grip, leaving Dragon to slink back to his empty apartment, his body still humming with unquenched desire. Each night, as he lay in bed, his hand would wrap around his thickening cock, stroking slowly at first, then with increasing frenzy as his fantasies took hold—visions of being utterly exposed and used, like in the dream that gripped him now, where he found himself tied by the wrists to the winch of a grimy tow truck in a crowded roadside lot, his arms pulled high above his head, exposing his soft, vulnerable body to the leering eyes of a circle of Indian chubby drivers. The tow truck driver, a burly man with a beard streaked in oil and a belly that strained against his overalls, grinned wickedly as he smeared cool, slick engine lubricant over Dragon's quivering anus, the greasy substance making his hole glisten and pulse with anticipation before he plunged his thick, uncut cock inside, each powerful thrust lifting Dragon slightly off the ground, the crowd's cheers and whistles amplifying the humiliation as pain morphed into ecstasy, Dragon's moans echoing in the open air.

In the dream, one driver after another stepped forward, each a variation of chubby, dominant perfection: the first, older and graying, with a veined shaft that stretched Dragon wider than before, his thrusts slow and deliberate, grinding deep until Dragon's legs trembled; the next, younger and sweat-slicked, rammed in with brutal force, his balls slapping against Dragon's ass in a rhythm that made stars burst behind his eyes; then a third, his cock curved and probing, hit Dragon's prostate with precision, drawing out whimpers that turned to cries as cum leaked from his own untouched erection. By the fourth, Dragon's hole was swollen and raw, yet he arched greedily for more, the fifth man's girth filling him to the brim, their collective seed dripping down his thighs as the sixth and seventh took turns, their hands roaming his body, pinching nipples and slapping his ass until he was a mess of sweat and submission. The eighth and ninth blurred into a haze of overlapping sensations, cocks sliding in and out with ease, leaving him stretched and overflowing, and the tenth, massive and unrelenting, pounded him to a shattering climax, Dragon's body convulsing in release even as tears of humiliated thrill streamed down his face. Waking abruptly to the pilot's announcement of arrival, Dragon blinked in the cabin's fluorescent light, his cock rock-hard and leaking, fumbling to cover it with his jacket as the plane taxied to the gate, the vivid dream's echoes making his heart race—he had to take care of this erection very soon, the city's chaotic energy calling him like a siren's song. Dragon kept wondering why he was having all these sexually intense dreams not knowing that it was the Goddess Lady Rati, looking into his fantasies and reveling in them.

As the plane came to a halt at the gate, Dragon gathered his thoughts, his body still buzzing from the dream's lingering grip. He stood unsteadily, the cabin's fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows on his flushed face as he shuffled into the aisle, his carry-on bag feeling heavier than it should in his grip. The other passengers disembarked in a hurried stream, but he lagged behind, pulling out his phone to check for messages, his fingers fumbling across the screen. In his haste, he accidentally opened a folder of his recent nude photos from that fateful shoot in the park—the ones where his soft, rounded body gleamed under the dim light, his cock half-erect and framed by the faint outline of the shrine in the background. A rush of heat flooded him; memories of Vicky's firm hands and relentless thrusts surged back, making his anus throb with a deep, aching reminder of the priest's girth stretching him open, while his cock twitched eagerly against his pants, a bead of precum dampening the fabric.

Shaking off the distraction, Dragon moved through the airport in a daze, his mind consumed by visions of the temple and the burly men who might await him there—priests like Vicky, with their commanding touches and unyielding desires. He breezed through customs and immigration with barely a glance at the officials, skipping the baggage area entirely since he carried nothing but essentials, a secret smile playing on his lips as he imagined the rough, divine pleasures ahead. The airport's cacophony of announcements and bustling crowds faded into the background as he stepped into the arrival hall, his heart quickening when he spotted a towering figure holding a placard with his real name scrawled across it—a name he'd never shared with anyone outside his mundane life. The man was a Pahlawan warrior, one head taller than Dragon's own 177 centimeters, his massive frame straining the seams of his simple cotton shirt and trousers; broad shoulders tapered to a thick, chiseled chest that pushed against the fabric, revealing hints of dark, sweat-glossed skin, while his arms bulged with powerful muscles, veins tracing paths over biceps that looked capable of pinning a man in place with ease.

Dragon approached cautiously, his lips dry and pulse racing with a mix of concern and intrigue, but the warrior's warm smile and light, melodic voice with a thick Tamil accent instantly eased his nerves. "Ah, there you are, my friend," the man said, his tone gentle yet confident, like a soft breeze cutting through tension. "I'm Appu, sent by Vicky to ensure you arrive safely—no need to worry, you're in good hands now." As Appu lowered the placard and extended a hand, Dragon felt a spark ignite; the warrior's eyes, dark and knowing, roamed over his body with subtle appreciation, and soon Dragon found himself warming to him, the initial wariness melting into an irresistible attraction—Appu's solid presence, his chubby yet muscular build, and that easy grin making Dragon's skin tingle with desire. They made their way to the taxi stand amid the airport's chaos, and during the thirty-minute ride through Mumbai's bustling streets, Appu turned to him with a sly smile, his hand casually resting on Dragon's thigh, sending electric thrills up his leg. "Vicky told me you're something special, and he's right—you're so sexy, with that soft, inviting body," Appu murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles that made Dragon's cock stir again. "I came all the way from the temple just for you, to guide you there and... well, keep you company along the way." By the time the taxi pulled up to a simple, clean hotel near the railway station—its nondescript facade blending into the urban landscape—Dragon's anticipation had built to a fever pitch, the promise of Appu's touch lingering like a whispered secret.

As they stepped into the hotel's modest lobby, the air cool and tinged with the faint scent of polished wood and brewing coffee, Dragon approached the reception desk, his hand fumbling in his wallet for his credit card, the leather warm against his fingers. But before he could slide it across the counter, Appu's massive hand clamped down on his arm, the firm grip sending a sharp jolt straight to Dragon's cock and ass, making him gasp as a rush of heat flooded his groin. "This is by the wish of Lady Rati, who told us that you are to be taken care of well on your journey," Appu said, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that vibrated through Dragon's body, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. "This hotel may look simple, but it is safe, and it has very good buffets for breakfast and dinner, and a good gym which we can use." The way Appu emphasized "we," his eyes glinting with a knowing edge, made Dragon quiver, his mind instantly flooding with dirty thoughts—visions of them sweating together in the gym, Appu's strong hands pinning him against the equipment, their bodies slick and entangled in the dim light.

Dragon turned to look at Appu, who leaned casually against the counter, his clean-shaven face breaking into a sly smile, a mischievous twinkle in his dark eyes that sent a thrill racing down Dragon's spine. They quickly obtained the room key from the receptionist, who nodded with quiet reverence, and Appu led the way to the lifts, his broad shoulders cutting a path through the sparse crowd. "This hotel's always used by devotees heading to the temple," Appu said as they waited for the lift, his voice low and conversational, laced with pride. "The staff all pray to Lady Rati; they know we're honored guests, so they'll treat us with respect and leave us alone—no interruptions, just peace for whatever... needs arise." The lift doors slid open with a soft ding, and they stepped inside, the enclosed space filling with Appu's musky scent as they ascended to the 10th floor. "Lady Rati is the Goddess of love and desire," Appu continued, his gaze fixed on Dragon with an intensity that made the air feel thicker, "she's sensed your intense desires, the ones you've kept hidden, and she wants you to share them with her—to live them out in her service. I'm her driver, bringing devotees like you to the temple, and I'm privileged to accompany the Vessel, guiding and... indulging along the way."

Once inside the suite, the door clicking shut behind them, Dragon took in the neat space—a comfortable living area leading to a king-sized bed dominating the room, its crisp white sheets inviting and ominous all at once. Appu flashed a wicked smile, his hands already moving to strip off his shirt, revealing a body that was a masterpiece of rugged power: dark skin glistening under the room's soft light, a big, rounded belly softening his frame while his muscular chest and pecs flexed with every breath, covered in a mat of dark hair that trailed down to shaved pubes framing a thick, veined cock that hung heavy and half-erect between his massive thighs and arms. Naked now, Appu strode toward Dragon with purposeful strides, his eyes hungry, and roughly yanked at Dragon's clothes, tearing the shirt open with a swift pull that sent buttons scattering, then shoving down his trousers with forceful hands that grazed his skin, leaving Dragon shocked and wildly aroused, his cock throbbing and ass clenching in thrilled anticipation. "I am privileged to also be allowed to fill the Vessel with my offering to the goddess," Appu growled, his voice thick with desire as he gripped Dragon's waist, "and teach you how to be a good Vessel for our Goddess." With that, he hoisted Dragon over his shoulder in one fluid motion, like a caveman claiming his prize, Dragon's body dangling against Appu's solid frame as they moved toward the bed, the promise of rough pleasures hanging heavy in the air.

As they moved toward the bed, Dragon's world inverted in a haze of heat and desire, his body slung over Appu's broad shoulder like a conquest, the cool air of the suite brushing against his exposed skin in tantalizing contrast to the warm, slick press of Appu's flesh. From his precarious perch, Dragon's hands clutched at the small curve of Appu's lower back, fingers digging into the rippling muscles that flexed and bunched with every powerful step, the dark, glistening skin smooth and oiled under his touch, radiating a heady warmth that made his own soft belly and waist tingle with electric arousal. Over his right shoulder, he caught glimpses of Appu's wavy hair tied neatly in a man bun, the strands catching the room's soft light, but his gaze was drawn downward to the mesmerizing curve of Appu's big buttocks, the deep cleft shadowed by a faint trail of dark fuzz that disappeared into the crevice, while below, the thick muscles of Appu's thighs and calves worked in rhythmic harmony, bulging and contracting to support their combined weight, each step making Dragon bounce slightly and heighten the intimate friction.

The sensation of Appu's warm, dark skin against his own softer form sent shivers through Dragon, his erection stirring to life as his circumcised cock head grazed the curve of Appu's shoulder with every jolting movement, the direct contact sparking an intoxicating jolt that made him moan softly, his breath coming in ragged gasps that filled the quiet room. He was a big man himself, solid and chubby, yet here he felt utterly diminutive, carried like a plaything in Appu's unyielding grip on his legs, exposed and vulnerable in a way that thrilled him to his core—his heart racing with a mix of fear and exhilaration, the thrill of submission overwhelming any resistance as his mind swam with images of being claimed, used, and utterly dominated by this beast of a man. The bouncing rhythm only intensified the electric buzz against his hardening shaft, drawing deeper gasps from his lips, each one a surrender to the raw power holding him aloft.

Appu let out a wicked chuckle at Dragon's mounting moans, his left hand sliding up to caress the smooth, round curve of Dragon's soft butt cheek, fingers kneading the flesh with possessive intent before one bold digit dipped lower, rimming the exposed rim of Dragon's anus in a sudden, shocking invasion that made him gasp louder, the intimate pressure sending a fierce thrill racing down his spine. He knew now what Appu craved—to fuck him hard and mercilessly—and as Appu's finger teased deeper, circling with deliberate strokes, Dragon realized with a mix of worry and wild excitement that the walking had stopped; they must have reached the bed, the air thick with anticipation of what rough pleasures awaited.

They had indeed reached the bed, with Dragon still draped over Appu's shoulder, the soft mattress nearby as Appu held him there with a controlled heft, his grip never loosening from Dragon's legs. The room's dim light cast long shadows across Appu's chiseled frame, highlighting the sweat-slicked curves of his muscles as he stood with Dragon on his shoulder, his eyes gleaming with predatory intent. "The function of Lady Rati’s Vessel is to collect the offerings of the male devotees of the Goddess," Appu said in his rich baritone, the words rolling out like a sacred decree, his voice vibrating through the air and making Dragon's skin prickle with a mix of awe and fear. Then, with a sudden, invasive thrust, Appu darted a phalanx of his finger into Dragon's exposed anus, the cool digit breaching the tight ring and eliciting a sharp gasp from Dragon's lips, followed by a deep, involuntary moan that echoed in the quiet suite, and Appu pulled out the finger.

As Dragon's initial surge of arousal began to ebb, his body trembling from the unexpected intrusion while perched on Appu's shoulder, Appu leaned closer, his breath hot against Dragon's ear. "You are her Vessel now, dear Dragon," he murmured, twisting his finger deeper with a wicked precision that sent jolts of pleasure-pain radiating outward. Appu smacked his lips audibly as he sucked on his own fingers, the wet sound sharp in the charged silence, and Dragon gasped again at the sudden feel of cold, wet fingers—likely slick with lube from Appu's earlier preparations—pressing against his sensitive splinter. Slowly, Appu pushed in, first one finger easing past the quivering rim, then a second stretching him wider, the fullness making Dragon moan loudly, his body arching instinctively while balanced on Appu's shoulder. Appu's fingers buried deep inside, rubbing relentlessly at Dragon's vulnerable prostate, the targeted pressure sending waves of electric ecstasy through his core that made him thrash helplessly, his legs pinned firmly by Appu's unyielding grip.

Dragon whimpered and moaned under the onslaught, his nipples hardening into tight peaks against the cool air, while his cock throbbed like iron, leaking precum onto Appu's bare chest, dripping down in a sticky trail down the curve of Appu's big pectoral muscle. The stimulation was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that blurred the line between submission and bliss, his mind reeling with the erotic weight of Appu's words as the warrior continued, his voice laced with reverence and hunger: "And the offering that our Goddess demands of her devotees is the essence of life, she wants their semen, and to collect these offerings, she wants a living vessel—a soft, chubby man who loves to be fucked by many men, and that is you, dear Dragon." Appu's laughter was a low, wicked growl that vibrated through Dragon's body, his fingers still working their magic, "We have not had a chubby vessel for a long time now and there are many men who want to use a chubby bottom like you to give our offering to our Goddess, including me," drawing out every gasp and plea as the promise of divine service and rough pleasures intertwined in the heated air.

Appu's fingers delved deeper into Dragon's quivering depths, rubbing his prostate with unyielding precision, drawing out another wave of thrills that made Dragon's body convulse wildly in his arms, his moans rising to a fevered pitch as precum dribbled steadily from his engorged cock onto Appu's chest. The big warrior let him thrash for a few more heartbeats, savoring the sight of Dragon's soft belly heaving and his ass clenching greedily around the intrusion, the slick heat of his hole pulsing with desperate need. Then, with a slow, deliberate withdrawal, Appu slid his fingers free, the wet pop echoing in the room as Dragon's stretched rim clung briefly to them, leaving behind a throbbing emptiness that ached with a mix of relief and raw hunger; the cool air rushed in to kiss the sensitive flesh, making Dragon gasp sharply, his body still trembling from the intense buildup.

In one fluid motion, Appu shifted his hold, cradling Dragon in his crossed arms beneath the curve of his buttocks, letting the chubby man settle face-to-face with his belly pressed against Appu's broad, hairy chest. Dragon's arms instinctively wrapped around Appu's thick neck, his fingers digging into the warm, sweat-dampened skin as he looked up, still panting heavily, and took in the rugged handsomeness of the warrior before him—the sharp jawline shadowed by stubble, the dark eyes gleaming with primal desire, and the full lips curved in a knowing smile that made his heart skip. Appu's gaze locked onto Dragon's, and without a word, he leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, sensual kiss that ignited every nerve; their mouths melded together in a torrent of passion, Appu's rough tongue invading with bold strokes, exploring and dominating as Dragon moaned around it, his body melting into the embrace, feeling utterly cherished and claimed, his loosened anus still pulsing from the finger-fucking while his cock throbbed against Appu's solid frame, the emotional rush of being held like a lover amplifying the physical bliss into something profound.

After what felt like an eternity of tangled breaths and shared heat, Appu finally pulled back, his voice a husky whisper against Dragon's ear. "I've been waiting for a long time to fuck a chubby boy like you, Dragon, and knowing you're Chinese makes it even more arousing—there's something about your soft curves and that exotic allure that drives me wild," he murmured, his arms tightening possessively around him. "And my fellow devotees, all big men like me, we crave chubby boys just like you, eager to bury ourselves deep and take turns until you're overflowing." Dragon's face flushed crimson at the vivid image of being surrounded by a horde of burly figures, their hands and cocks ready to claim him in a relentless orgy, and he buried his face in the crook of Appu's neck, inhaling the musky scent of his skin to hide the rising color, his heart pounding with a cocktail of embarrassment and illicit excitement that made his body shiver in anticipation.

With his heart pounding from that cocktail of embarrassment and illicit excitement, Dragon's body shivered in anticipation as Appu finally lowered him onto the king-sized bed, the soft mattress yielding under his weight like a cloud of forbidden promises. Appu's powerful arms flexed as he gently but firmly positioned Dragon on his back, spreading his legs wide with the ease of a man accustomed to handling heavy burdens—Dragon's chubby frame, all soft curves and yielding flesh, felt utterly weightless in Appu's grip, igniting a rush of awe and desire that made Dragon's cock surge to full hardness, pointing upward like a beacon of need, its tip glistening with thick drops of precum that trailed down the shaft and pooled on his belly. He gazed up at Appu, mesmerized by the warrior's sheer strength, the way his muscles rippled beneath that dark, sweat-slicked skin, every inch of him a testament to raw power—broad shoulders tapering to a chiseled chest dusted with hair, his big, rounded belly adding to the allure of his imposing form, and those massive thighs straining with the effort, making Dragon's own body ache with a mix of submission and arousal that left him breathless.

As Appu stood at the edge of the bed, positioned perfectly between Dragon's parted legs, his physique was a living sculpture of erotic dominance: his tall, muscular frame cast a shadow over Dragon, highlighting the defined lines of his pecs and the trail of dark hair that led down to his shaved pubes, framing a thick, veined cock now fully erect and throbbing with urgency, its head flushed and leaking a bead of clear fluid. Dragon's eyes drank in the sight, his lust building like a storm, fixated on that impressive length swaying slightly with Appu's heavy breaths, the warrior's chest heaving from the exertion of carrying such a big man, each inhale accentuating the curve of his belly and the power in his stance. Dragon's heart raced, a wild mix of fear and pleasure gripping him as he imagined that cock plunging deep inside him, stretching him wide in service to the goddess, his own hardness twitching in response, precum flowing freely now, slick and warm against his skin.

Then, with a deliberate motion, Appu reached up and untied the band holding his man bun, letting his curly hair cascade loose in dark waves that framed his rugged face, making him look even more primal and intoxicating, the strands brushing his shoulders like a wild mane that heightened Dragon's desire. Appu walked to the bedside table with purposeful strides, his bare feet padding softly on the carpet, and retrieved a bottle of extra virgin coconut oil, holding it up with a wicked grin. "This is extra virgin coconut oil—the very best for Lady Rati’s vessel," he purred, his voice thick with lust, eyes locked on Dragon's as he watched the awe spread across his face. "And I'm going to use it inside you, vessel, to make every thrust divine." Dragon's mind reeled; he knew coconut oil's sacred role in Hindu rituals, from anointing during temple baths to blessings he'd once felt stir his hidden desires, but the idea of it now slicking his body and anus for this profane ritual sent a jolt of excitement through him, the thought of that holy oil turning their act into something transcendent. As Appu returned, his muscular form moving with graceful intent, Dragon's viewpoint zeroed in on every detail—the way Appu's hair swayed, his cock bouncing with each step, the oil bottle in his hand—his heart pounding wildly as Appu twisted the cap open, releasing a rich, tropical scent that filled the room like an aphrodisiac, making both men's breaths quicken and their bodies hum with heightened need.

With the rich, tropical scent of the coconut oil enveloping them like a sultry fog, Appu's gaze locked onto Dragon's, his breath quickening as he poured a generous dollop into his broad palms, the liquid warm and silky, gleaming under the room's soft light. He rubbed his hands together slowly, the oil spreading between his fingers with a slick whisper, before pressing them firmly against Dragon's soft, ample belly, the rounded curve yielding under his touch like ripe fruit. Appu's strong fingers kneaded the flesh in deliberate circles, the oil flowing downward in glistening rivulets, tracing the sides of Dragon's flanks and dipping into the deep cleft between his big, soft pecs, pooling in the hollow of his navel with a cool, teasing weight that made Dragon arch his back involuntarily. The sheen transformed Dragon's skin into a canvas of erotic allure, his belly and flanks now slick and shining, every inch radiating a warm, inviting glow that heightened the intimate heat between them, Appu's hands lingering with possessive intent, drawing out a low, shuddering sigh from Dragon as the sensation stirred a deep, primal ache in his core.

Emboldened by Dragon's response, Appu reached for the bottle once more, tipping it to let a generous stream of oil cascade into his waiting palms, the excess dripping between his fingers like liquid desire. He leaned in closer, his muscular frame casting a shadow over Dragon, and brought both hands to the soft mounds of Dragon's pecs, kneading the yielding flesh with firm, rhythmic pressure that made the oil spread and glisten across the broad expanse. His big thumbs circled over Dragon's hard, erect nipples again and again, each pass sending electric jolts through Dragon's body, the sensitive peaks tightening further under the relentless friction, drawing gasps and moans from his lips that filled the room with raw vulnerability. Dragon's chest heaved with every movement, his breath coming in ragged bursts as the arousal built like a storm, his cock throbbing against his belly, leaking more precum that mixed with the oil in a slick mess, the overwhelming pleasure making him feel utterly exposed and cherished in Appu's commanding grasp, their shared heat forging a deeper bond of devotion and lust that pulsed through them both.

With the rich, tropical scent of the coconut oil enveloping them like a sultry fog, Appu's gaze locked onto Dragon's, his breath quickening as he poured a generous dollop into his broad palms, the liquid warm and silky, gleaming under the room's soft light. He rubbed his hands together slowly, the oil spreading between his

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