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There was the methodical ticking of a clock, the whirling of an overhead ceiling fan, and the gentle pattering of rain as it struck a nearby window.

In this dark and lonely room sat a solitary figure, an eastern dragon with jade eyes, a long set of whiskers that fell down over his chest, and two snubs of bone where proud antlers once stood. His ankles and thighs had been tied down to the legs of a chair and his hands had been bound along with his tail tight behind his back, affording the dragon no room to move save for the occasional squirming undulation or crawling shiver.

He looked around the room for the hundredth time tonight, as one would during a restless night. There was the large bed, whose sheets had been tended to and folded neatly; a nightstand that held a rather plain-looking lamp, whose color he couldn't discern in the darkness, upon which sat his phone, wallet, and the keys to his car; across from him was a large closet, just barely big enough for someone to hide in - he knew it was empty; and directly to his left was the front door, which looked normal enough from his point of view, but the dragon knew that it had been bolted shut from the outside.

There was only one man in the house who had the keys to the door.

Basil gulped, his long and slender tongue rubbing up against the ball gag that had been stuffed into his maw. It kept him from calling out - as he had tried to do once before - effectively muzzling him so that the only sounds that slipped past were muffled grunts and small, pathetic whimpers.

Nothing new to look at. Nobody to distract his idling thoughts. Nothing, except the ticking of that clock and the occasional strike of thunder somewhere in the distance.

Only seconds had passed - Basil, whatever rational part of him remained, counted them out in his head - since he'd tried to distract himself, but they felt like long, drawn-out minutes. It was inevitable, then, that his eyes would once again droop to the object of his desires.

He almost groaned at the sight of his half-erect cock, from the tip of which drooled a constant trickle of watery precum that by now soaked the inside of his thighs and dribbled down his leg. Just looking at it now, the way it periodically throbbed and swelled with need, made him burn up on the inside.

It only took that quick look for perverse thoughts to worm into his head. Basil thought about how good he tasted, and how wonderful it felt to flick his tongue against his shaft. If it hadn't been for the restraints, he would have already been diving nose-first into his groin. He stirred in place, rolling his hips for as much as he was allowed to do so, and watched as his cock rose from half-mast to a full engorgement in a matter of seconds.

That's all Basil needed to lose himself - he'd been left at the very edge for so _long._He got worked up over a passing thought.

He rolled his head, closed his eyes, and moaned into the ball gag as he humped up into the air. The trickle of precum thickened into a stream, the feeling of it rolling down his shaft and spreading over his swollen balls underneath adding to that pleasurably frustrating experience. Basil wanted to lick it all up, not letting a single drop go to waste. It felt natural to want this.

It felt good.

He twitched, then throbbed, and then his cock surged out again and beat against his own navel as something inside him stirred. It forced a loud and drawn-out gasp from the eastern dragon who had so carelessly forgotten about the device, not for lack of care but because it'd been so long.

Time lost its meaning when he was strapped into this chair.

Some part of him still wanted to fight, but it was such a pathetic resistance it barely registered as more than a fleeting thought. All the fight quickly left him as the device that had been nestled so perfectly into his ass began to shift yet again, its slow yet constant prostate massage impossible to ignore. And it filled him out so ­perfectly. It wasn't anything like Clint - Basil almost salivated at the thought of the western dragon's imposing member, then shuddered at his own cravings - but it left his pucker stretched and filled out his tight insides.

So well had he been tied to the chair that there was little Basil could do to get that device to stop. He was forced to feel as it pressed back and forth into his tunnel, taking slowly and steadily taking the breath from his lungs with every pump. It moved just enough so that it would never actually stop hammering down against his prostate. His ass clenched tight around it, inadvertently pressing the prostate massager harder against his most sensitive spot, as his cock swelled with a hot batch of precum that gushed out of his urethra with enough force for it to leave a sticky, bitter, salty mess on Basil's stomach.

God, he loved it. He hated it. Basil wanted it to stop but he didn't want this treatment to ever end. He'd lost track of how many times he'd been brought to the edge of an orgasm, his prostate getting milked for every little bit of pre he had to offer, only to have his climax whisked away before he could reach it. He knew what coming now that it turned on yet again, and still he couldn't help but think that this was the time that he'd finally be allowed that sweet release.

It was at the minute mark that the machine began to stir up his insides with a little more force. Basil struggled against his restraints, not out of desire to get out of this predicament but because he wanted to force out more pleasure from the machine, even if it was just a little. The eastern dragon clumsily sucked on the ball gag that had kept his maw pried open as he bucked his hips back and forth. He concentrated solely on how he felt, that unstoppable feeling of a heat swelling from deep within his throbbing erection over and over again nearly driving him insane.

From base to tip, and even deep within his own two heaving nuts, he could feel that dull, constant, and undeniable pulsing. Basil finally opened his eyes and stared down at himself, his cock standing straight and tall and twitching even harder under his intense gaze. He watched in awe and envy as that machine which hooked so perfectly into his prostate forced another gout of precum out of him.

Slobber drooled down the edges of his lips where the ball gag didn't have such a perfect seal against his maw. It was the only indication, other than his intense and unblinking stare, of how hungry Basil was for himself.

So distracted he was, both by the sight of his own throbbing member and by the sensation of getting so thoroughly milked from the inside, that Basil didn't even hear the set of heavy footsteps coming up from just outside the room. He didn't catch the turning of a latch, or the sudden flush of light that cut through the swathe of darkness, nor the slamming of a door. The only thing that pried his eyes away from himself was that man's dangerous, cocky, and self-assured voice - even then, it was impossible to ignore the constant thrusting against his ass that had yet again picked up in pace.

"Look at yourself, Bazzy."

Anger. Basil glared at the new arrival, and even through the ball gag he stammered out what might have once been a dangerous growl. Every part of him tensed as if readying himself for a fight, even if the moment was short-lived. His body had simply been put through far too much, and against Basil's own wishes it visibly relaxed to ease the tension and general discomfort.

The coppery dragon smiled at the sight of his catch, amused by Basil's small show of defiance. A trussed up eastern dragon squirming in sexual discomfort - a work of art; the muffled moans and desperate grunts for something more than the constant milking he'd been subjected to - music to his ears.

A deep and rolling laughter burst from his chest, not unlike the thunder that struck out from outside. He approached Basil and hooked a claw under his chin. With just a little bit of pressure he forced his head up completely, until Basil was staring up at Clint's wide and towering form. Each glared at one another, Basil with a mild hatred of the man and Clint with a genuinely victorious look.

Excitement, dread, and defiance all flashed across Basil's features - and yet, he couldn't stop himself from moaning as that infernal machine continued to grind down onto his prostate.

"How many are you up to?" questioned Clint as his eyes flicked down to Basil's erect dick. It twitched and gushed, its glossy and veiny surface a testament to how long Basil had been strapped into the chair for; "Been a few hours by now, Bazzy. Five... six orgasms that you've almost had? You probably lost count after the second."

Clint let off another rolling laugh as he trailed that claw down Basil's throat and teased over his chest, stopping just short of reaching the dragon's navel. There he collected some of the precum that Basil had spurted onto himself and held it up in the air for the eastern dragon to see. He smeared the precum against Basil's cheek and right under the dragon's nose, his smirk growing into a satisfied grin as Basil tried and failed to desperately get a taste of himself.

He made a gesture of holding his hand out in front of Basil's face, getting his attention and blocking the view of Clint's devious smile. With Basil's jade eyes locked to that hand, Clint began to lower it, edging closer and closer to Basil's groin.

"Ah - ah!" chided the western dragon when Basil began humping against his restraints at the mere suggestion of some external stimulation. "You keep that up, and I might just have to leave you tied up here for another couple of hours. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Basil moaned, the thought of being tied up in that milking chair bringing his focus back on his core. There was pressure building against his prostate. Something deep... intense... he felt his breath hitching as the all-too familiar sensation started overwhelming him. He moaned, over and over, his voice weary from exhaustion and cracking from the pleasure that built up with every upward and downward thrust of that milking machine.

Just a little more. Legs squeezed inward against themselves. Thighs trembled. The dull, aching, constant pain for sweet release burned a hole into his mind and splintered Basil's rational thoughts. Knowing that Clint was there, watching everything he was doing, forced a flush of heat to surge through his body. He hated the way Clint looked at him, as if he was some toy to be used or a pet to be played with. But deep down, his cum-addicted thoughts couldn't have cared as well. Some small and depraved part of him wanted the audience.

Were it not for the gag, his cries would have been heard all throughout the frat house.

Basil pushed back against the chair, tightened up his sphincter and clamped down on that infernal machine. Just... a little...

An agonized cry was forced out of him as the machine came to a sudden halt, eyes wide, body trembling, his engorged cock twitching and leaking a copious amount of pre. Even above the thunderous hammering of his heart, Basil caught the clicking of a tongue and a sadistic laugh. Clint held a phone up to him, showing that he had been the one to stop the machine - a long and slender finger shook from side to side along with his head.

"You've had plenty of fun by yourself already," he said while sitting back at the edge of the bed. His large tail draped out to the side. Without sparing a glance at Basil, Clint unbuckled his jeans and dropped them around his ankles, revealing a pillar of sweat and precum slicked meat that already stood at full mast; "You can hold off a couple more minutes. Hey!" He called out to someone just outside the door. "Get in here!"

Basil's eyes shifted from Clint to the door. Even then he still tried to get some pleasure out of the device, but with it no longer in motion and with so little room to move, it was nothing but a worthless endeavor. The eastern dragon, once tall and proud, whimpered and earned Clint's delighted chuckle.

An elk boy came into the room, and obediently enough closed the door behind himself. Aaron, already naked save for a cum-soaked shirt. The elk looked to Basil, immediately recognizing the eastern dragon and the position he'd been forced into, and when their eyes met he quickly turned away and faced Clint.

Cradled into his chest was a black box about the length of his forearm.

"We got a little gift for you, Bazzy! Isn't that right, slut?" Clint kept his eyes squarely on the elk, who nodded meekly as he set it down on the floor. "First things first, though." He pointed at his own dick - beads of precum were already rolling down the length of his shaft. With a hand he heaved his balls and presented himself to the elk. His single command was enough to get the boy on his knees. "Get over here."

Aaron didn't hesitate to slurp up those first few drops of precum, smearing some of it on his face. He moaned into Clint's groin at the taste of him - that salty, savoury, rich flavour and his unique draconic texture were just too much for him to pass up.

"God damn, you really want it." Clint wrapped his fingers around Aaron's tuft of fur and forced his head up to the tip of his cock. It was easy to handle the elk, if not by Clint's pure strength and Aaron's lack thereof, then simply because the elk boy really did want this. Everything in his head told him so, after all.

He was starved for Clint's cum.

Clint pressed down on his head and forced inch after inch of his draconic cock down Aaron's throat, who greedily gulped and swallowed and licked at every inch he could get at with little regard for his own comfort. Clint filled out his maw perfectly at first, but the farther in he pushed the wider Aaron's lips were stretched. A gag was forced out of him, and yet Aaron didn't stop - he wouldn't until Clint was balls-deep into his throat, or was otherwise ordered to hold still.

But Clint had no reason to give the former pledge a break. This was his job now - pleasuring him was his life. He looked to Basil, who'd been watching the whole affair, and whose own cock twitched all the harder for it, and shot him a dirty grin.

"Enjoy the show, Bazzy!" commented Clint as he held Aaron down against his groin. The elk boy struggled to breathe, gagging as the intruder swelled and spilled a thick and viscous amount of precum straight into his throat. But he didn't complain - all he thought about was the reward that would come soon after; "I've got a couple of special surprises planned for ya."

Basil struggled against his restraints as Aaron went down on Clint. This was wrong - even knowing that, he couldn't help but be aroused by the sight. If the flush of heat that rampaged under his skin wasn't a good enough indicator, then it was his own twitching member which repeatedly beat against his stomach.

The corrupting influence of draconic cum had all but gotten to the elk boy's head. Basil could see it in his eyes, in the way Aaron gladly offered himself, and in how the elk worshiped Clint like some sort of deity. It was the kind of treatment that Clint lived for. He loved how pliable Aaron had become, and this was after just a couple of times of thoroughly stuffing the little elk. He really had him all wrapped around his draconic fingers.

"That's a good bitch!" he exclaimed with a satisfied sigh as he forced Aaron's head away from his groin, leaving only the tip of his cock stuffed into the elk's mouth. Even that was enough to thoroughly fill him out. He only afforded Aaron a couple of seconds before dragging him back balls-deep with a thunderous snarl. "Work it like a good slut!"

Aaron was quick to comply, his hands cupping and fondling the western dragon's large, plump balls which practically sloshed and roiled with his addictive unspent seed. Even as Clint pushed into his throat, the elk couldn't stop himself from dragging his tongue across the underside of the draconic dick. He savoured the precum whenever Clint pulled back and spilled onto his tongue, and tightened his throat as he would his own tight backdoor as Clint forced himself back inside.

It was draining... exhausting. Aaron bobbed his head to the beat of Clint's pace, and even then it was hard to keep up. He fondled the dragon's balls, massaged the base of his mast, and teased and sucked with as much fervor as he could muster. All to get at the sweet reward inside; all to please this strong and dominant figure that towered over him.

"Look at him, Bazzy!" Basil couldn't keep his eyes off. Just the sight was enough to turn his mind to places where it shouldn't be. "Open wide, slut. This one's just for you."

With little more warning other than those words, Clint grabbed Aaron by the back of his ears and forced the elk boy down onto him in a sudden and forceful shove. Aaron groaned, gasped, and gagged as he felt the cock swell inside him, further stretching him and pushing the boundaries of his limits.

And then it hit him.

Hot, sticky, right up against the back of his throat. Clint roared out in satisfaction, near-victory at that, as his balls clenched up to that first forceful squirt of cum. Instinct overrode all other thought and desire, and as he held himself between Clint's legs, all Aaron did was obediently hold his head in place and swallow down everything that the western dragon had to offer.

Clint pulled back as his balls tightened even further against his groin, a second wave of cum erupting out of him, landing straight on Aaron's tongue. Then a forceful shove, and Aaron was on his back, with Clint standing over him as he angled his cock down and stroked himself to completion, making a mess out of the broken elk. His face, his chest, his legs - everything had been coated in streaks of Clint's powerful, hypnotic seed.

And Aaron loved it. He panted, struggling to catch his breath after spending so long buried face-first onto Clint's erection. That cum seeped into his fur and burned against his skin. He savoured what he'd taken into his maw - sweet, tasty, addictive - and then lapped up what little he could collect from the rest of his body.

Had he the energy left to do so, Aaron would have been back on his knees to give Clint a proper tongue bath.

As it stood, however, Clint had other ideas. Even in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss, he was already thinking of his next big prize. And so his eyes once again turned to the trussed up eastern dragon, who looked on with a defiant yet lust-addled gaze. He could fight, pretend like this wasn't what he wanted, but Basil's body betrayed him. Clint could read him like an open book.

"Hey, slut." He nudged Aaron with the side of his foot while keeping his eyes on Basil. His grin died to a toothy smile, and very briefly his slender tongue slipped from between his lips to lick at a spot on his chin. "I think Bazzy boy needs a little help."

"Y-Yeah." Aaron was completely out of it, his eyes unfocused and his mind open to Clint's suggestions. With a little effort he was back on his feet - shaky, certainly, but he managed to hold himself in place. The black box he'd brought with him was back in his hands.

Clint checked the contents of it and let off a low whistle. "Gotta say, Bazzy. I think I really outdid myself with this one."

From inside the box he fetched something long and thick, with a bulbous head, ribbed body, and a hooked handle. Basil couldn't make out any of the finer details in this darkness, but something about it stirred up knots in his stomach and put a primal revulsion in his heart. When Clint approached with what was clearly a dildo held in his hands, the eastern dragon couldn't help but squirm in some attempt to get away, even knowing that the restraints had him locked in place.

"Aw, come now." He grabbed Basil by the underside of his chin, claws threatening to but never quite digging into the eastern dragon, and forcibly turned his head back in the direction of the dildo. "Look at it, Bazzy!"

Clint's strength kept Basil from turning away. In his hands was the dildo, thick and ribbed and even knotted at the base. But Basil focused on something else - the handle of the sex toy, an unnatural shape that lent itself to being held in one's hand. Almost like a horn.

The piece of an antler. His antler, which Clint has so mercilessly sawed off.

Realization set in for the both of them - for Basil, an objective horror at what he was seeing; for Clint, pure satisfaction and pride at his own work. Out of all emotions, revulsion is what set in the most, and Basil squirmed. He wanted that thing away from him. He wanted nothing to do with it, and he whimpered as such.

"I knew you'd like it," growled Clint as he gently placed the dildo back in Aaron's hands. "Credit where credit is due, Bazzy. This was a stroke of genius. I mean..." He laughed while slipping around to Basil's backside, working to undo some of the restraints that held the eastern dragon's thighs to the chair - not enough for Basil to break free, but just enough so that he could adjust the dragon's position on the chair. "... I knew you loved your stupid horns, so now you get to keep 'em! Well, a small piece of them anyway."

Basil's natural flexibility lent itself well to being repositioned however Clint wanted, and like a true maestro at his craft, Clint once again trussed up Basil in a more revealing position.

His clenching asshole was in full view now, the prostate massager that had been buried in him for so long now on display. Basil again struggled, but all it did was put more pressure on that massager as his clenching sphincter pulled it into himself time and time again.

Clint whistled, snapped his fingers, and pointed at the eastern dragon. Aaron got the message, a lazy and distant smile spread across his lips, as he placed himself once again between another dragon's knees.

Clint's whispering voice sent chills down his spine. Dangerous, alluring, sadistic... This was a man for whom mercy was not part of his vocabulary. Clint practically feasted on the humiliation of others. "Isn't this exciting, Bazzy boy? Your own boyfriend using one of your antlers to stuff a dildo up your ass." His head snaked from one ear to the other, slithering much like his voice, "I know you're ready to blow, Bazzy. And we've got an eager little slut just ready to lap it up." Basil shook his head - he didn't want Aaron drinking from his cum. But... he needed this. "I'm sure he'll be willing to share a bit too. So don't worry, you'll have your fair share."

He clapped his hands on Basil's shoulders, not unlike a friend would do when encouraging another to do something questionable, and turned his attention to Aaron. The elk's sole focus had been Basil's ass. There was a hungry look in his eyes.

"He's right at the edge, slut. Show him how good you can make him feel."

Aaron nodded. Even with how cum-drunk he was on dragon seed, his fingers were dexterous, and his focus was single-minded. It took little effort to relieve Basil from the prostate massager that had been buried so deep into him - the device was callously tossed over the elk's shoulder - and after a quick application of lube, he had everything in position.

His waiting maw sat at the very tip of Basil's draconic dick. It was smaller than Clint's, though for him the member was still large and imposing, and most importantly, full of fresh spunk he was eager to get to. Down below, between his cheeks, Aaron pressed the bulbous end of the ribbed and knotted dildo right against Basil's clenched sphincter, his hold on eastern dragon's horn making it easy to handle the sex toy.

"My money's on one thrust 'till you blow," whispered Clint into Basil's ear as he clapped the eastern dragon's shoulder, "Don't disappoint me, Bazzy."

With maw open, tongue lolling out right at the top of Basil's dick, Aaron pushed the toy forward. There was some resistance at first as the thick end of the dildo hammered its way into the eastern dragon's depths, which forced a long moan out Basil whose own tongue lashed at the ball gag stuffed into his mouth. Then resistance gave way, as if his own body couldn't fight it anymore, and every last inch of that horn-handled sex toy was stuffed into his ass, all the way up to the knot.

Basil's moans reached their crescendo as the sensation of being so overstuffed, the shame of getting fucked by aid of his own antlers, and the embarrassment of knowing Clint was watching all of this culminated in a long and powerful climax hours in the making.

Aaron was right there to gather it all up, eyes closed in bliss as he allowed the dragon to spill his seed straight into his waiting mouth. He dove into it, wrapped his lips around the head of Basil's cock, and hungrily suckled on his now sensitive member while twisting the dildo's knot deeper into Basil's ass, hammering down on his prostate to milk him for every little bit of cum he'd been storing up for the last several hours.

It was pure ecstasy for both Basil and Aaron. One reveled in the sweet comfort of relief, the other savoured the satisfaction of having his addiction for dragon cum taken care of.

Clint, on the other hand, was quick to work his hands around Basil's mouth. He removed the ball gag and pried the dragon's maw open with both hands, confident that Basil wouldn't try to even nip at his fingers. Another whistle brought Aaron's eyes up, even as the elk boy continued to suckle and lick on Basil's engorged top, drinking every bit of cum that continuously gushed onto his tongue.

"Don't forget to share."

Basil didn't even get the chance to protest. In seconds, Aaron had clambered onto his body, arms wrapped around the eastern dragon's long neck, to shamelessly deliver a sloppy and cum-loaded kiss. There was a mouthful of it in there, and with Aaron's unwillingness to pull away, Basil was forced to swallow. He needed to breathe.

He...

"That's it," murmured Clint as he finally pulled away from Basil's back, "drink it all up, Bazzy. Doesn't that feel wonderful?" The psychoactive properties were quick to work. Clint could see it in the way Basil's eyes almost seemed to cloud over, pupils contracting to mere pinpricks before dilating wide across his eyes. His slithering words kept feeding into Basil's head. "Enjoy it, Bazzy. Ride it out." Hands squeezed around the eastern dragon's shoulders in an impromptu massage that shot visible shivers through his body. Basil moaned and pushed his tongue into Aaron's maw after only a brief second of breathing.

It was as if the control panels of his brain were being torn down and reworked in Clint's image. And Basil did struggle - the thoughts in his head tried to fight it back, if only for a brief moment - but it was useless. What Clint had in his hands then was a complacent dragon willing to work on his suggestions.

"I think you're ready for your next little surprise..."

~~~

Basil cleaned himself up quickly, though only as much as Clint would have allowed him. Just under his shirt he could still feel the stickiness of cum that had splattered and now caked unto his stomach. He could still taste it on his tongue; every time he swallowed, it felt to Basil as if he were gulping phantom loads from Aaron's invisible lips.

He couldn't quite recall how he found himself back here, in his dorm, with Clint in tow. He'd been too distracted by the horn-handled dildo stuffed into his ass, and the words Clint whispered into his ears as they walked down the main campus way in the dead of night.

"You're so full of wonderful ideas," Clint had spoken with mock praise, "taking those boys into consideration the way you do! They'll be happy to finally get to know their resident advisor so much more intimately." He clapped his hand on Basil's back with a roughness befit only a man of his stature and grace, and through thinly-veiled promises of a good time urged Basil to walk faster.

There was something else too... or rather, someone else. Just as they left the frat house. A wolf, not as big as Clint but large enough by his own right, standing arms crossed at the steps to the front door, his thick black coat blending him into the ambient darkness.

Although they were on friendly terms with one another, the wolf - Evan was his name; Basil recalled the slight hiss with which Clint spoke it - shook his head disapprovingly. There was an obvious tension in the air. And then a suggestion, which Clint promptly ignored.

"Don't do this."

Basil gulped, and out of the corner of his eyes watched as Clint left him in his dorm with one final command: "Stay here, Bazzy. I'll be right back with the life of the party." Then a wink, and the devil's own grin to burn into his mind's eye.

Basil recognized the students that Clint brought back with him - three of them, specifically. Problem residents, all of them: indoor smoking, obnoxiously loud music past study hours, and being openly confrontational were among the few of many transgressions he knew them for.

And what could he do, other than stay bent over the side of the bed, his legs splayed out to either end, and his tail raised high overhead. He gave them a view they'd never forget, one which corroborated the image that Clint had enticed each with.

"Jesus fuckin'..." That was Hayden, a lithe hyena who'd always been more interested in his next night out than he was in his studies. That thick foreign accent was impossible to forget; "Fuckin' Basil?"

"That's right!" Clint's voice chirped over the faint murmur and shocked gasps. Then came the sound of a door closing, and the locking of bolts. "I told you boys: ADO's here to give you a good time. Isn't that right, Bazzy? Show them your goods!"

Basil should have snarled, snapped at the residents, and gotten at Clint for good measure. And, for a moment, he almost did all that. That snarl formed deep in his chest, and words held themselves at the tip of his tongue - threats that would have snapped some sense into the residents and kept them from trying something as stupid as this again. But just as he started to turn, a strong hand fell on his lower back, and with a forceful shove he was pressed back against the bed.

"Stay," commanded Clint with a low growl, "I promised these boys a good time, and you _will_give it to them. Am I clear?" He traced a finger down Basil's spine while turning his attention back to the students. "Don't worry about him; he won't be giving you any trouble at all. You have my promise. Besides," he grabbed tight to the base of Basil's tail and raised it high, once again revealing the eastern dragon's bare ass to the three lucky residents, "look at him. He's practically begging for it!"

He should have felt disgusted at presenting his bare rear so brazenly to his own residents. He_was_ disgusted. Yet Clint's own words just kept echoing in his head, over and over again, like some sort of acoustic torture chamber. This couldn't have been what he wanted, and yet the burning in his loins couldn't be ignored.

Clint's venomous words just kept ringing in his head.

"This is insane," spoke a second, a panther named Christian, "You can't seriously..."

"Oh, I am," cut in Clint. With a hard slap he brought his hand down on Basil's flank, forcing a pained moan out of the eastern dragon as the hand singed his ass; "I'd give you all a demonstration, but I know you boys have been eager to take a chunk out him since the moment I called you over."

Basil squirmed. When he glanced over his shoulder he saw three pairs of eyes staring directly at his ass. They hadn't outright said anything, but he could see the hungry look in their eyes. This was an opportunity they weren't just about to give up. A flush of heat overcame him - embarrassment, and then excitement. That dragon cum worked its charm; he couldn't help but be aroused by all of this.

"Ah, he's a little shy. You know how they get." Clint laughed, a charming enough sound for those who'd only known the western dragon on a superficial level. He once again brought his hand down on Basil's rear, and again the dragon underneath squirmed and moaned and clenched tight against that knotted dildo.

It'd been the third of the group, a well-built coyote with burning coals for eyes, who first stepped up to the plate. Graham - the most problematic of the three. He'd already unbuckled his pants and left them discarded halfway into Basil's dorm room by the time he got to the dragon, a fully-erect canine cock slick with precum and bobbing to the beat of his heart.

"The bitch had it coming," he huffed, not a hint of indecision in his voice. He grabbed on to Basil's ass and almost savoured the sight before him. He spoke to Clint in a much more respectful tone - Clint enjoyed every moment of it. "He's ours, then?"

"For the rest of the night. Long as you've got the stamina." Clint glanced at the other two. It had been Graham's lack of concern that had pushed the other two boys to join in. They were already halfway through stripping out of their clothes. Hell, he had half a mind himself of joining in with them. "With three of you? Yeah - I think you boys will be busy for a long time."

"Bloody right," said Hayden, the confidence back in his voice, as he took up a spot to the side of Basil, just beside his head. The hyena blatantly rubbed the length of his cock against Basil's cheek, then exclaimed in jubilation when he realized that his resident assistant didn't even pull away. "I don't know what the hell you fuckin' did, lad. He's lookin' bloody starved for cock."

Clint gave the panther an encouraging and forceful shove, placing him just to Basil's right, beside his hand. He left Basil with one last command, and with a satisfied grin took a seat back on a nearby chair: "Show them a good time, Bazzy."

Show them a good time.

Basil craned his neck, his body's natural flexibility making it easy to twist himself up enough so that he could make a move at the hyena's throbbing length - a surprisingly strong hand planted against one of his snubbed horns kept Basil just inches away from the leaking tip.

"Beg for it, ya cock-hungry slut!" There was mirth in Hayden's voice as he forcefully rubbed his dick against Basil's cheek, smearing his runny pre all over the dragon. "Show me how much ya want it!"

Basil obeyed - he couldn't disobey their own commands any less than he could Clint's - by drawing out his long thin tongue and pressing its full length against the underside of Hayden's cock. He closed his eyes and savoured the hyena's taste as the resident cursed out in surprise - perhaps he didn't really think that Basil would have gone for it. The eastern dragon licked up, leaving a path of cold saliva across the hyena's member. Just as the tip of his tongue flicked against Hayden's crown, Basil wrapped his lips around it and immediately drew him into the innermost depths of his maw.

At the very same time he heard the coyote behind him exclaim in surprise as the dildo slipped out of Basil's ass without much effort - it gave the impression that his body only craved for the real thing, which in all honesty wasn't so far from the truth. His ass clenched twice, needy and almost begging to be filled, before something hard and swollen pressed against his backside. All the while his hand wrapped around the panther's own barbed dick, thumb slicking against the urethra to smear some of the precum against the fleshy underside.

Like a perfectly synchronized machine, Basil worked the three students to the best of his ability. There was no way to tell if this was the result of natural skill or absolute desire - perhaps a mix of both, all of it driven by the burning heat in his loins.

The hyena wasn't big. Basil wrapped his lips around his turgid member and easily took him down to the hilt, where his nose buried itself against plump sheath. Not big, certainly, but he enjoyed how comfortably Hayden fit in his maw. And it seemed Hayden wasn't about to complain either, not with the way Basil's tongue absolutely coated every inch of him as it rubbed and wrapped itself against his throbbing member, his pre being dredged out from his core with every lick, twist, and slight nip of his pulsing head.

Graham, on the other hand, was an eager one. First to volunteer, first to take a turn at Basil's winking backdoor. The eastern dragon felt a thick wad of saliva drool against his entrance, its cold sting and slimy consistency making his own draconic dick throb and his ass clench in expectation while the coyote lubed himself up in much the same way.

"What's that you told me, Basil?" The coyote grinned, near enough cackled at the sight, as the slim tapered head of his dick made for an easy entrance, though it widened and thickened as the coyote pushed himself in until his already exposed and thickened knot pressed against Basil's backdoor, "That I gotta shape up or get kicked out? How's this for shaping up, you dumb bitch!" Precum pooled on the dragon's mattress as Graham pulled back just enough to leave his tapered head embedded into Basil's ass, a trickle of pre further lubricating the eastern dragon's insides. He hammered home, slammed that knot tight against Basil's pucker, and repeated the motion in an increasingly forceful rutting. "Wonder what - hah, fuck! He's tight!" Beating and grinding down his prostate, threatening to drive that knot into him, just like a rutting dog would take a bitch in heat. "I'm gonna shape you up real good, you tiny fuck!"

Christian was the quieter of the two, hiding moans behind a stiff jaw and pursed lips. He grabbed tight to the bed's frame and doubled over as Basil worked his hand along the length of that barbed dick. Being the biggest of the three gave the dragon plenty of room to work with. Every upward tug was met with more of the panther's sweet excitement, while each downward stroke rewarded Basil with another excited throb and a half-stifled call of excited praise.

Like a toppling house of cards, each reached their climax in short order of one another. Hayden, though small, was quite the productive hyena. He grabbed Basil by the smaller snubs of bone protruding from the top of his head and rammed himself in with ferocity. The repeated plap and smack of the hyena's furry balls against Basil's chin was proof enough of how lost in pleasure the student had been, as he unloaded one streak after another of cum straight into Basil's eager throat.

Basil eagerly suckled on the head of the hyena's cock, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as he was rutted straight into the mattress. The considerably smaller coyote sandwiched him from above and pounded downward, the smack of hip against hip accompanied by a tense and concentrated huff and puff of air that tickled the back of the eastern dragon's neck.

Hayden pulled out of the dragon's maw and, as a testament both to his stamina and his overproductive virility, stroked himself to the same beat that Basil had been doing to Christian. The two students were quick to unload all their pent up need and frustrations on their residential advisor, who'd been so distracted by the coyote's aggressive rutting he didn't realize what had happened until hot cum splattered across his cheeks and nearly spilled into his eyes.

The dragon finally collapsed entirely on his bed, an aching yet satisfied exhaustion taking hold of him.

He'd enjoyed this. As much as he shouldn't have, he enjoyed every second spent being taken by the three problematic residents. Basil would never be able to look at them in the eye again - he doubted they'd ever listen to a word he said. But that didn't matter, especially not when he felt a hot load of cum shoot deep into his clenching tunnel, burning up his insides with an even greater need for more.

"He's just a fuckin' toy!" exclaimed Hayden as he came around the back and _SMACKED_the dragon right across his flanks, drawing a low and long moan out of Basil's throat. The second spanking came harder than the first, its biting sting making the eastern dragon throb as another glob of precum pooled unto his ruined mattress.

"A fucking good one at that," Graham continued as his thumb found its home inside Basil's maw, who suckled on the digit as if it were cock, "obedient little bitch. And he had the fucking balls to act so high and mighty, fucking talking down to me." The coyote leaned in to whisper in his ear. "If you wanted to get stuffed so badly, then maybe you should've told us, huh?"

This was all the dragon cum, he thought to himself as the coyote swapped places with the hyena and his own snout found its home wrapped around the panther's still erect member. It was the cum, its psychoactive properties making him do things he shouldn't be. It was Clint taking advantage of his vulnerable state, placing suggestions in his head he couldn't ignore. It was...

... It was amazing. How could he have ever deprived himself of so much pleasure?

Another cock pushing into his throat. Another load of cum pulsing inside his ass. Another bitch-breaking length wrapped around his fingers. They had no plans on stopping.

And there to witness it all was Clint, his eyes locked to the eastern dragon, holding himself much like a conqueror while looking down at his newfound subjects, his lips spread into a haughty grin.

~~~

The basement of Alpha Delta Omega's fraternity house was normally a chaotic scene. In some way or another it found itself under constant use - its ample, open space and granted it the ability to host a wide variety of events. Tonight was no different, though it was organized chaos that reigned supreme.

Every member of the local ADO chapter was there tonight. There were no arguments, no laughter, nor even a hint of the usual debauchery that normally ran rampant. To either side of the basement's dark interior were lined up the members, each one standing straight and to attention - shoulders squared, hands clasped behind their backs, jaws tight, and their gaze unwavering.

And at the center of them all were Clint and Evan, President and Vice President of the local ADO chapter. Where the black wolf kept the same stoic expression as everyone else who valued their own membership in the fraternity, the dragon rather held himself with an air of annoyance at what was now transpiring.

Clint seemed just two paces short of blowing a fuse. Evan spared his President only a quick glance before turning his attention back to the arctic fox.

Bastian. Lean and lithe, though masculine in form. Tall, yet not exactly a standout compared to the majority of other species that stood at attention. But he commanded an air of respect that none seemed eager to break - it even made Clint hold his tongue. Nobody messed with members of ADO's national chapter, especially when it was the man in charge of rules compliance for every chapter in the nation.

The arctic fox had been staring down at a pocket notebook he'd been carrying with him, diligently and steadily listing off the names of every member in the fraternity's chapter. Not exactly a roll call. It felt to Evan more like an intimidation technique.

Clint had not been impressed. His tail flicked in agitation once his name was called out. He had refused to respond.

"And so we come to the crux of the problem," explained Bastian. His French accent was easily discernible, although not outright distracting; "The complaint has been filed - anonymously - and the charges levied are severe." He gave a disappointed shake of his head, closed the notebook, and slowly placed it back into his coat's pocket. With a steely gaze he stared everyone down, his eyes lingering for just a few seconds longer on Clint and Evan. Even they weren't out of his reach. "Rest assured I will be conducting a thorough investigation, and the culprits will be punished." A pause. A swallow of saliva. Another glance about the room. "Severely."

He began to pace around the room, making his way between the standing members, none of which turned to look down at him. Eyes straight, backs straight, legs straight. Rows upon rows of toy soldiers, it seemed like. Nothing the arctic fox hadn't seen before - he didn't let it get to his head. Bastian brushed past a few and purposefully bumped against others, as if to gauge their reactions and measure up their worth. Finally, after what felt like minutes of absolute silence - of which it had only once been broken by a pathetically stifled sneeze - Bastian stood in front of the President and Vice President.

Clint glared down at the fox. Evan didn't so much as flinch. There was fire in the dragon's eyes, and something else. Defiance? Bastian cocked his head, lips pursed tight, and stared the western dragon down with furrowed brow. Clint was the first to look away, but still stood with that air of arrogant defiance.

"Dismissed."

The dragon was the first to go, roughly brushing past Bastian, a growl forming within his chest. Those booming footsteps could be heard all through the basement. Everyone else filed out of the room soon after - everyone except for one.

"Evan, was it?"

The wolf nodded.

"Something to say?" He shook his head and turned away from the taller wolf, waving him off with a slight flick of the wrist. "I believe I dismissed you. I have an investigation to conduct."

"That's what I needed to talk to you about - sir." Evan eased off. Addressing someone else like that felt natural to him. It's how things had been growing up. He thought back to Clint, recalling the dragon's annoyance when he received the letter stating that Bastian would be making his way over for an investigation. Clint was not used to speaking up to somebody else. "I know who -"

"If you're about to tell me what I think you are, then I suggest you keep your mouth shut Vice President. For your own sake." Bastian turned again, his large tail briefly curling along one of his slender legs as he stuffed his small hands into his coat pockets. "I take my job seriously, and I do it well. If I ever require your assistance then I will ask for it." Bastian paused, then added soon after taking a quick up-and-down glance at the tall black wolf. "I gather you're the one that sent in the tip."

"I did, sir."

Which already gave Bastian a hunch. Why call it in anonymously if you were dealing with someone that wouldn't pose a threat to his position? His expression darkened. Brows fell over the fox's slightly puffy eyes, nose twitched in mild agitation, and his jaw tightened as if he were readying himself for a fight.

"For your own sake," Bastian repeated once again, now with his index finger firmly jabbed against the wolf's chest, "I hope this isn't a spectacular waste of my time. The only thing I tolerate less than rule breakers are power plays. Am I making myself perfectly clear, Vice President Evan?"

Evan stared at the fox, found genuine truth in his words, and nodded his affirmation. "Perfectly clear."

"Dismissed."

And so Bastian was left alone with his thoughts, while Evan moved on with a foreboding sense of dread instilled in his heart. There was nothing else for him to do than to leave the arctic fox to his own devices. Anyone who'd heard his name knew how well he worked, how diligent he was.

But everyone made mistakes. Evan was no stranger to that. If the fox made a mistake now? He glanced back down the stairs and tried to listen in, but all his wolfish ears got were the absolute silence of a seemingly empty basement.

A mistake could be disastrous.

But Bastian wasn't worried. He already had his lead regardless of any outside interference, and had already conducted a preliminary investigation before having reported himself with the rest of the chapter. He did take his job seriously; the integrity of the Alpha Delta Omega fraternity had to be maintained.

Such callous exposure to outside individuals - yes, he'd already spoken with them too. They didn't spill the name of the one who'd invited them to that little night of debauchery, but they did speak of one other.

Basil.

And from then on, it was easy to connect the dots. Basil's relationship with an elk named Aaron, and the heated history he shared with Clint.

He found them, brought the two into separate though adjacent rooms, and got to talking with Aaron first. He offered nothing up in terms of spoken information - Bastian could see that cloudy gaze in the elk's eyes, recognizing it for what it was. Used and broken. Another cardinal rule bent and twisted to the favour of the person who'd decided that the pledge wouldn't get his fair shot at joining ADO.

His conversation with the second, Basil, proved to be more fruitful. The eastern dragon wasn't quite as submissive as he might have seemed. There was still an eager defiance in his eyes fueled only by a singular desire to get back at the one man who'd done this to him - Clint.

"Clint," muttered Basil under his breath, and Bastian noted it down with a satisfied huff. "Clint."

Single-minded. Determined. As if some small primal part of him was unwilling to completely bend to the whims and fancies of his Alpha, much like Aaron had done. For this, Bastian thought, he could respect the eastern dragon. And besides, Bastian held no love for the chapter's president, especially not after the cold reception he'd gotten from the dragon.

Now things were falling into place. Bastian could see things clearly. The arctic fox jumped at the chance of getting one in over Clint. It wasn't a personal matter - everything was purely professional - but once it became clear to Bastian that power had gotten to the dragon, he knew that the rules would only continue to be bent and broken whenever he felt it necessary.

Not something he was willing to just put up with.

And Clint caught wind of it. He knew of everything that happened in his chapter. He'd been keeping track of Bastian every step of the way. When word finally reached him that interviews were being conducted on both of his broken-in toys, he finally found his reason to confront the fox. The noose was being tied around his neck. Either he acted now, or he lost everything he'd gained.

Only a single individual stood between himself and the room in which Bastian found himself in.

Evan stood with arms crossed, staring down the dragon with an unflinching gaze, openly sizing him. If there was ever a moment for which Clint would have doubted Evan's loyalty, it was now. He'd never considered his friend to be one to turn his back on him. But he saw the way the wolf looked at him, and so he couldn't help but return the gesture.

"Move," commanded Clint. Evan didn't step away. "Evan. Move."

"What are you going to do, Clint?"

"Just having a talk with our friend." Clint grinned. "Nothing to worry about."

The wolf huffed into the dragon's face and made a move, just a slight shift in his posture, which told Clint that Evan wasn't going to do as he said. A brewing confrontation was stopped from coming to a head when the arctic fox's voice chimed in from inside the room.

"Let the bastard in. I already have what I need."

Clint shoved the wolf aside, an unmitigated fire now burning in his chest. There was little to stop him from bearing down on the fox, nothing except the unamused look that Bastian gave him as the dragon towered overhead.

"Think you have one over me?" Clint snarled and shoved the fox against the wall. It was easy to pick him up, Bastian weighed practically nothing under his hands. He hated the way the vulpine didn't so much as react besides a slight puff of air, as if this were nothing more than an annoyance. "The fuck do you know about what's happening?"

"Everything," hummed Bastian, mocking the tone of arrogance that Clint had previously shown him. "I know about what you did to Aaron, betraying the trust of a pledge and breaking your first rule, Clint." He spat out the dragon's name, even as he was lifted higher up the wall by the dragon's own two hands. Bastian didn't let even a small hint of fear show through - it's what Clint would have wanted, and he felt none in return; "You dragged Basil to the dorms and exposed the activities of the ADO fraternity to outsiders, potentially placing us all at risk. That was your second broken rule. And now... well, seems to me you're about to break a third."

"You're damned fucking right I am." Clint bared his fangs. "You're small. You're nothing. I built this chapter, and I'm not about to let a fucking outsider tear down what I've earned." Clint shoved him back against the wall forcefully enough to finally earn a gasp of air that made him smile with satisfaction. "I'm going to make you my fucking bitch."

Bastian smiled, his smaller hands set upon the collar of the western dragon's shirt. That look in his eyes - a slight perk to his brows and a small tinge of excitement in his pinprick pupils - said it all: try it.

With a thunderous roar, Clint dragged the arctic fox to a nearby table and pinned him with a firm hold to the small of his back. He didn't even have to tear at his clothing, since Bastian had already worked at unbuckling his own pants while grinning up at the dragon.

Then a slight shake of his hips, a swish of his tail, and a lick of his dry lips. As open an invitation as any to take him right then and there. Clint wasn't about to refuse - what he wanted most of all now was to tear the cocky fox down much like he'd done to Aaron and was in the process of doing to Basil.

Small. Lithe. Frail. Bastian didn't know what he was getting himself into, or he'd have either stepped down entirely or called for help. The perfect catch. Nobody would ever doubt his position as president of the chapter. And once he weeded out the traitor in the group, he'd have things under complete control once again.

"What are you waiting for?" complained Bastian with another shake of his hips as he rubbed up against Clint's engorged member. Its hot length rubbed between his cheeks and teased at his entrance, though never quite made it in all the way; "Show me what you have, hatchling."

He could almost see the dragon snap under his defiant insult.

With a hand still pinning the fox in place, Clint lined himself up to arctic fox's tight backdoor. The tip of his draconic head poked and prodded, but never quite made it in. Perhaps a threat; one last chance to back out. But no, Clint wasn't about to give Bastian that opportunity. He wanted this fox as his own personal toy - rules be damned.

He'd dominate anyone that got in his way.

Just enough lube to make his entrance into the arctic fox easy, though not quite enough so that there wouldn't be such a lack of resistance. He wanted Bastian to feel every inch and every ridge carve deeper and deeper into the depths of his tunnel. He wanted Bastian to realize his mistake long before they were done.

The shock of cold lube mixed with the heat of Clint's cock made Bastian shiver. Yet even as he stared down at the table he'd been forced onto, he still smiled and willingly presented himself to the dragon.

That draconic head started to push in with small successive thrusts, spreading Bastian wider and wider until, at last, Clint grabbed on with both hands and hammered his way home.

Hot. Steady. Throbbing. The fox instantly clenched tight around his member, an internal massage that wrapped around the entirety of his length and threatened to milk him for everything he had to offer. Clint growled in response, powerful muscles along his arms and his abs flexing as he dragged back until only the tip of his cock spread open Bastian's hole. Then a resounding clap of flesh striking against flesh, his large plump balls squeezing tight against Bastian's own smaller ones, as he slammed his way home.

"Stupid fucking fox," growled Clint as he found his tempo. He could hear Bastian lose his breath with every other thrust and he loved the sound of it. Wouldn't be long now. He wasn't in this for the long-run - Clint just wanted to break Bastian's mind and make the arctic fox his own personal slut. Like the others, Aaron and Basil. "You don't," he pulled back, "fucking," hammered in, carved out the fox to the shape of his dick, "mess with me!" again, and again, and again. Hot pre spilled liberally, and from down below he could feel Bastian's own excited excretions dribbling unto his feet.

Then a glance back, and a devious smirk, fox ears twitching at the sound of Clint's heavy rutting. Bastian caught his breath in an instant, as if his breathless moans and somewhat pained gasps were nothing but a show. "That's it?"

With an almost feral ferocity, Clint hammered into the fox's asshole. He didn't care about anything other than Bastian, whose show of open defiance and challenge of authority - even in the position he was in - had ignited a fire in his heart. He didn't care that there was now a small group of people watching from beyond the door, driven in by the sounds of arguing, fucking, and the nature of rumours spreading like wildfire.

All the better that there was an audience, Clint thought to himself. Let them see who was in charge, so that they'd never forget what happened to those that threatened his position.

"You and your stupid fucking rules," snarled Clint as he felt himself throb to the feeling of Bastian's constantly squeezing tunnel, "I'm going to fucking break you-"

"Do it!" snarled Bastian, mirth in the arctic fox's eyes as he pressed back against Clint's groin. He could feel him swelling within, stretching him out. "Break me. Show them all," and with a quick flick of his eyes he motioned to the small audience, "who the real Alpha is."

It was exactly what Clint needed. He dragged the arctic fox back, nearly tearing him away from the table he'd been bent over, as his balls clenched tight and a pressure built in his core. That trickle of pre that had slicked Bastian's insides thickened, and in an instant Clint was filling out the fox with one gush after another of his virile draconic cum.

Thick. Heavy. Hot. Clint eased back until only his head spread into Bastian's entrance, unloading more of his seed before spearing the fox to spread it among every little nook and cranny of his insides.

"Stupid... fucking - fuck..." He gasped as he struggled to pull away from Bastian's still-tight tunnel. Breaths came heavy, and there was a slight burn just to the back of his throat. He gulped and briefly caught his breath; "Stupid fucking fox...." Clint finally pulled off, his flagging cock still throbbing in the dying throes of his own orgasm. He couldn't help the slight exhaustion to his voice - he'd worked himself up far more than he should have; "Get the fuck over here and... and clean me up."

Everyone watched with bated breath as Bastian shifted and turned to face the western dragon. There was a genuine look of pleasure on his features - he'd thoroughly enjoyed the ride - but there was a lack of the blank and distant expression Clint was so used to seeing after cumming into anyone.

He just focused on Bastian's little smirk.

"Stupid_fucking_ dragon," mocked Bastian as he set himself upon Clint, who for a moment stumbled back at the arctic fox's sudden advance. It was enough to get him on a chair, with Bastian straddling him from on top, ass rubbing up against Clint's length to ease it back into full mast. "That's rule number three you broke. Trying to dominate another member of the fraternity." He clicked his tongue in a disappointed gesture, almost purring in delight when he felt that dragon's pillar of flesh press tightly between his cheeks yet again. "I'm going to make an example out of you."

He took the dragon in full before Clint could say another word, drawing a stunned gasp out of the dragon as Bastian set a steady, fast, and strong pace. There was confusion in his eyes, and disbelief that the arctic fox hadn't even been phased by the psychoactive properties of his draconic cum.

"You think you're the only dragon in the world?" He finally laughed - it almost seemed uncharacteristic of the level-headed fox, but it was clear he was enjoying himself. "I have my own dragon to deal with. Compared to him? You're _nothing._Just an upstart who thinks he's always got everything under control. You don't even know what to do when you come up with something as stubborn as you." He bounced on his dick, his own vulpine member squeezed tight between both bodies. Even when the dragon began to stir, having finally brought himself out of his confused daze, he found himself powerless to take charge of the situation.

In the blink of an eye, Bastian had taken control. The fox made sure everyone was watching - he wanted them to know what would happen to anyone that broke the rules. Nobody was exempt from the repercussions, not even the president.

And not a single word came out of those who watched. Not when Bastian forced a second orgasm out of Clint, willingly allowing himself to be stuffed full of dragon cum. Not when Bastian forced the dragon down to the floor so that he could ride him with renewed fervor, his breath still as steady and calm as when they'd begun, compared to Clint's gasps and barely-hidden moans. Especially not so when the arctic fox finished Clint off yet again with a sloppy, slobbering blowjob and forced some of the dragon's own cum down his throat.

Stunned silence - even out of Evan, who'd wanted this since the moment he'd learned of everything Clint did to put the fraternity in danger - except for one individual. An eastern dragon who watched and grinned with a lustful gaze at the display.

"N-No!" moaned Clint as the fox settled back unto his member. "P-Please, I - Fuck!" He near enough twisted up, hips thrusting up and pulling back as the arctic fox tightened himself around the dragon's overly-sensitive dick, coaxing it yet again to harden despite the dragon's best efforts and pleading requests. "Please! Stop! I... argh! Too much!" Begging. The president - former president - had been brought down to nothing. No better than a common slut or broken toy.

The shift in leadership of this chapter of ADO had been cemented. The dragon's reign had been ended; and as for Evan, Bastian left him with a gift, and a few words of warning.

"I'll be keeping a close eye on this chapter of our fraternity in the next couple of months." It was to be expected, of course, but the threat in Bastian's voice was obvious. "The rules are there for a reason. Do not break them, President."

Evan nodded, knowing well what the arctic fox meant. Anyone who'd even thought of siding with Clint had all but been turned after the humiliation that the western dragon had been put through; "I understand."

"Good. Then my job here is done." He glanced around Evan's large frame, to a room just beyond. "Enjoy your new toy."

The wolf grinned. Only when he knew that Bastian was long gone from the frat house did he bother to check in on them two, his two new dragons for him to enjoy.

Clint was pinned to the ground, moan after drawn-out moan being forced out of him, as Basil desperately pumped into him from behind, grabbing tight to the snubs where Clint's horns once proudly stood. And the toy had been done away with too, discarded to the side, still slimy with lubricant. It'd been a great idea, using Clint's own horns as the handle of a dildo. A flash of brilliance on Basil's part. This was the eastern dragon's reward.

Just in the nick of time, too. Evan watched, amused at the display, as the eastern dragon turned his head up to a silent scream. Evan could see his balls tighten, and after a moment, noted the dumb look in Clint's eyes. He was getting the creampie of a lifetime - they'd been at for hours by this point.

"Enjoying yourself, Basil?" The wolf settled himself in front of Clint, already naked from the waist down. He only had to present his knotted canine cock for a moment, its surface sleek and ending with a bulbous knot at the base, for the western dragon to crane his neck up and take him whole in one sudden push.

Basil nodded, panting as he withdrew from Clint's rear. The sudden exit left the dominated dragon's rear gaping just enough for Basil's packed cum to spill down over his thighs. "I wanted this."

"I'm sure you did. And I know you're enjoying this too, huh bitch?" Evan turned his attention down to Clint, who slurped on his dick and bobbed his head to a rhythmic beat. "Yeah, you are. You're better as a toy than you were president."

Clint only paused, eyes wide, when Basil went in for another go. The eastern dragon had stamina, driven on by a mix of lust and vengeance.

"That's it, Clint." He withdrew from the dragon's maw, considering himself lubed up enough, and turned his attention to the other. Unlike Aaron, Basil stayed behind. He wanted his shot at Clint's ass, to humiliate the western dragon much like it had been done to himself. His final reward, under the condition he remain as Evan's own pet.

Evan had no qualms with reminding him, as he raised Basil's tail and hilted home with a forceful shove that in turn forced Basil to press in fully against Clint's ass, drawing out a yowl and gasps from both dragons who had so suddenly been fully plugged. Evan hooked his hands around Basil's hips and rutted into the dragon, Basil matching his pace as best he could by grinding Clint down to the ground and hammering into his prostate.

"Don't forget," Evan took a sharp breath as he tried forcing his knot into Basil's ass, "who you belong to, slut."

"N-Never!" groaned Basil as he pressed back to meet Evan halfway. That knot, thick and pulsing, spread him out the widest he'd even been. He didn't care - as long as he had Clint's ass to keep his own dick wrapped up tight. "I won't forget. I..." He glared down at Clint and grinned, "I want this."

"Good slut." Evan gasped, his knot finally slipping in and pulling his last few inches deep into the eastern dragon's ass.

As far as it went, Evan thought, being president had its perks.

~~~

Darkness.

The ticking of a clock, the whirling of an overhead ceiling fan, the gentle pattering of rain, and the roll of thunder on the horizon.

In this dark and lonely room sat a solitary figure, a western dragon. His ankles and thighs had been tied down to the legs of a chair, and his hands had been bound tight behind his back, affording the dragon no room to move save for the occasional squirming undulation or crawling shiver.

A blindfold kept him from seeing anything - he hadn't earned that right. He just knew that he was in a room, locked tight from the outside, empty save for himself.

Clint chewed and slobbered on the ball gag. His balls practically ached with need, above which he felt his cock flex and throb as pre bubbled over and frothed at the very tip of his crown. He wriggled his hips and tried to get it further into him, but it never worked. The machine was perfectly angled, so well tightened, that it only ever brought him to the edge.

Time had lost its meaning.

It started again, massaging his prostate, drawing out a strained moan as he bit harder into the ball gag and drooled from the tip of his dick. It milked him so perfectly, hammering down on that bitch button of his, squeezing out every last drop of salty precum that his body had to offer, yet never quite fully finishing. Never quite...

He wanted it. He needed the release. But nobody came. Nobody would be back for hours.