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Jason breathed in a deep lungful of fresh air before releasing it in a contented sigh. "Man, I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to this."

The tall wolf next to him patted his broad, muscled side. "Same--it feels good to just disconnect and get away from everything."

Jason nodded as he took in the valley that lay before him. The scenic overlook was the midpoint of their hike in Delos Park--earlier that day, he and Meeper had set up their tent at the campsite before the wolf had convinced him to go hiking, and while the views of the mountains along the way had been amazing, the vista before him now was breathtaking. A river, glittering in the light of the summer sun like a path of diamonds, lazily wound its way across the valley floor, and the Saterra Mountains went on as far as the eye could see, reaching far into the hazy distance. A flock of birds flew overhead, through the mostly clear sky above, and the 12-foot tall, built, dark gray dragon saw a herd of caribou grazing peacefully next to the river below. The wind blew past him, ruffling his purple hair and Meeper's gray, white, and red fur, and he heard the rustle of the trees on the rocky ridge behind them. Jason sighed again--how long had it been since he'd been out in nature like this? When was the last time he'd unplugged from his busy life in Grafton Bay and come to the mountains for a retreat? He couldn't even remember when he'd last taken a walk purely for pleasure.

"I gotta admit, when you first said this hike was gonna be seven miles round-trip, I wasn't totally on board, but that view..." Jason trailed off wistfully as he continued gazing down at the valley.

Meeper snickered and nudged his friend. "Totally worth it, right?"

"Absolutely!"

"Told you! See what happens when you trust me?" Meeper chuckled.

"Heh, I already know what happens when I trust you," Jason hinted suggestively with a sideways wink at his shorter friend.

Meeper smiled, knowing exactly what Jason was referring to--just three nights ago, the massive dragon had simply laid back on Meeper's couch and let the bulky wolf play with his cock in a marathon sounding session. Over the course of that evening, Meeper, sitting between Jason's splayed legs, had expertly slid the girthy, beaded, and subtly curved rod in and out of the dragon's urethra, stuffing his cock with the wide steel tool in the most perfectly scintillating way.

Jason had moaned uncontrollably while Meeper held his stiff, pulsating member steady with one hand--the wolf had used the dragon's large Prince Albert piercing as a handle, grasping the thick metal ring and using it to tug Jason's erection forward. With his other hand, Meeper had slid the sounding rod in between the dragon's loosened urethral lips, already partly opened by the wide band of Jason's piercing. He loved watching every centimeter of the sounding rod disappear into Jason's depths, and it lightly bumped against the barbells of the Jacob's Ladder piercings along his friend's shaft. The five-inch wide, stainless steel rod had spread open his Jason's penile canal beautifully, and every time Meeper had drawn the tool up from Jason's depths, his eyes lit up as he watched the dragging upward motion of the dragon's meatus being slickly pulled forward by the sounding rod...before the wolf indulgently plunged back down, all the way along the dragon's smooth, moist tunnel, until he pressed into the noticeably tighter confines Jason's prostate.

"Come on, bud, just relax and let me in," Meeper had coaxed while he felt Jason's internal resistance. The dragon had breathed and settled back further, doing his best to open up his sphincter and allow Meeper's beaded rod to enter his prostate...then he'd hissed and groaned loudly as Meeper, feeling his friend's muscular ring slacken, took his opportunity to push forward.

"Yeah, that's it, getting right into your sweet spot, huh?" Meeper had chuckled while he lightly thrust the sounding rod back and forth inside Jason's sensitive gland, effectively milking it with the blunt tip of the metal implement. Slick pre had leaked out around the rod lodged in his urethra, seeping into his foreskin and dribbling over Meeper's hand as it dripped down along Jason's shaft, and every twitch, twist, tug, and push of the rod in his cock drove him closer and closer to the edge.

Jason had sounded himself like this before, but he'd never met anyone else who knew the inner workings of his cock so intimately and could tease him with such intensity and familiarity. In between his loud moans, Jason, squirming with pleasure on the couch and helpless under Meeper's expert hands, had begged and pleaded for more, and it wasn't until midnight when Meeper, as if taking pity on the dragon, finally drove the sounding rod while he simultaneously tugged hard on the thick metal ring of Jason's Prince Albert. The dragon was totally incapable of holding back when he felt the electrifying pull on his frenulum and the blissful pressure in his urethra and prostate. He had bellowed so loudly that the walls of Meeper's living room shook, and as he'd mindlessly convulsed on the couch and thrown his head back in ecstasy, a torrent of thick, hot cum messily erupted out around the ball-shaped end of the rod pressed against his glans. Jason had aggressively humped upwards and snarled while he rode through his orgasm, and the whole time, Meeper encouraged him to shoot more, to simply submit to the bliss of cumming while the rod was still penetrating his cock, filling him with warm, unforgiving steel as he unloaded every last milliliter of seed in his balls (which consequently spilled over Meeper's hands, over Jason's lap, and all over the couch--not that Meeper minded the sticky mess, though).

"Man, I still need to thank Trent for introducing us," Jason added, having recalled the exact same memory.

Meeper laughed. "I don't know, think he might end up regretting it, it's been a while since I've played with him," the wolf noted, thinking of the smaller coyote he'd met at Hightower Bar--the two of them had formed a good relationship in the five months that had passed since the first time Trent had fisted Meeper's cock and busted his balls; they would occasionally meet for coffee or a walk or go to the gym together after work, but when Meeper had introduced Trent to more of his toys at home, the coyote began coming over more and more frequently to stuff the wolf's cock and smack his testicles with gusto.

In fact, it seemed that Meeper had even given Trent the bug to do more, as there had been a night two months ago when the wolf had returned to Hightower and stumbled across the coyote at the bar sadistically fisting an unknown dragon's cock. And that was how Meeper had met Jason.

Jason had been sitting on a barstool and leaning against the counter with his pants down and his cock pointing up towards his chin. He'd been begging the coyote to go deeper, faster, and harder, and Trent had been stuffing his arm into his urethral canal for a full five minutes before he'd noticed Meeper watching with a wide grin on his face--shoulder-deep in the dragon's urethra, Trent had made the introductions, and Jason and Meeper had formed a fast friendship as (once Trent pulled his arm out of the dragon's depths) they initially compared the sizes of their cocks and Prince Albert piercings before Meeper graciously bought the next round of drinks and plopped down next to Jason so Trent could fist both of them side-by-side at the same time. Following that night, Meeper and Jason had connected further, and it didn't take long for the dragon to start coming over to the wolf's house for more fun--the two of them had spent entire afternoons simply fisting each other's cocks simultaneously or squeezing their balls into messy pulps.

And before Meeper knew it, it had been weeks since the last time he'd seen Trent; while he was having a blast with Jason (there was something to be said for having a friend who could take as much punishment as Meeper could give him and then give it right back to the wolf) he'd begun to miss having his smaller buddy dominate and abuse him.

"Well, we might need to have him join in next time so he doesn't feel left out," Jason suggested.

"Oh yeah, I'm down for that. In the meantime, though, I'm glad we can do this weekend just for the two of us," Meeper said, taking one more glance at the beautiful vista before them before he motioned for Jason to follow him back to the trail.

"Same, I'm excited to just get some time with you away from the city," Jason replied, following behind the tall and broad wolf. He pushed past a tree branch as he asked, "Thanks for bringing me here. I've been so busy lately, it'll be good to take a couple days to camp and rough it with you."

"And Delos Park's the perfect place to do it--it's real special," Meeper said as he and Jason stepped back onto the trail.

"You've said that a few times before...I mean, yeah, the views are awesome, but what makes it so special to you?" Jason asked.

Meeper paused and glanced back at his friend. "Oh, shit...did I forget to tell you?"

Jason looked at Meeper, confused.

The wolf snickered as he resumed walking on the trail with Jason in tow. "Oh damn...you're gonna love this, bud."

"What, what is it?"

"Well, it's got some of the regular rules--maintain your campfires, put food away so it doesn't attract wild animals, that kind of thing, right?"

"Okay..."

"But other rules, like public decency and all that..."

It took a moment before Jason's eyes widened in comprehension. "You mean this is a clothing optional park?"

"Heh, not just clothing optional--think about all the stuff you can do at Hightower. Sex on the dance floor, all that good kinky shit..."

"We can do that here?"

Meeper nodded deviously back at the dragon.

"Hoooo man...no way!" Jason hooted with laughter. "Oh fuck yeah, this is gonna be an awesome weekend with you!"

Meeper grinned. "I thought you'd like it--nothing better than getting down and dirty outside, am I right?"

"Are you kidding? Fuck, man, now I'm ready to just get back to the campsite and strip down and have some fun with you," Jason said, reaching down to teasingly rub the large bulge in his tight shorts.

The wolf chuckled. "Who says we have to wait to get back to the campsite?"

Jason's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Wait, you mean...you wanna do something right here?"

Meeper paused and turned to survey the trail. There were plenty of trees, and nobody in sight, but still, there could be somewhere better. Fortunately, Meeper didn't have to look far; about 20 feet ahead on the path, he could see a small clearing next to the trail, where an enormous boulder jutted up from the ground. "Hmm...maybe not right here, but how about we make a little detour?"

Jason followed Meeper's gaze and grinned when he saw the wolf's proposed spot. "Sounds good to me!"

Meeper led the way, although he jumped in his tracks when he felt Jason playfully smack his ass. "Oh! Heh, didn't take much to get someone frisky, huh?"

"Dude, I was kinda surprised you didn't suggest we fuck as soon as we finished setting up the tent back at the campsite," Jason quipped while he walked in Meeper's wake.

Meeper laughed as he strode the last few feet of the rocky trail before stepping off the path. "Don't get me wrong, I was thinking about it, bro! But I wanted you to take in some of the sights around here first before we had some fun."

He came to a halt in front of the boulder and turned around; both he and Jason were now a good 15 feet away from the path, and Meeper looked up into the excited dragon's eyes--a devious spark glimmered within them, and Jason's lips curled up into an equally wily grin.

"Well, I took in some of the sights alright," Jason pointed out as he leaned down, closing the roughly 5-foot height difference between himself and Meeper. "But I'm definitely ready to play," he growled seductively, his eyes now level with Meeper's.

Meeper chuckled cockily. "So what are you waiting fo--mmmmf!" His last word was cut off as Jason lunged forward and silenced him with a rough and passionate kiss. Meeper could only wordlessly moan as lips slid against the dragon's, and it took no time at all for him to open his mouth and admit Jason's long, prehensile tongue.

Jason swirled his tongue around the inside of Meeper's muzzle, filling the wolf's mouth with his wet, hot, powerful muscle. Meeper reached up to hold the sides of his friend's face, and Jason's large hands alighted on his buddy's hips, drawing the wolf in closer to him...or perhaps, more appropriately, himself closer to the wolf, as they now both leaned against the boulder behind Meeper for support. With the gently mountain breeze still blowing past them and the sounds of birds chirping and insects calling to one another, Jason and Meeper made out shamelessly.

The two friends slightly pushed back and forth against each other, their tongues playfully battling one another for dominance, wetly wrestling and wriggling between humid mouths, before Jason decisively pushed in farther, taking the win while he lapped over his friend's teeth and palate. Meeper accepted his defeat without complaint, opening his jaws wider as Jason unfurled more of his tongue to reach the depths of the wolf's muzzle; he tickled Meeper's tonsils and felt out the entrance to his throat, teasing the rim of the wolf's esophagus with the pointed tip of his tongue. All the while, Meeper slurped and licked over Jason's appendage, enticing the dragon to feed more of his tongue between his jaws and into his throat while he automatically swallowed the mixture of canine and draconic drool that constantly pooled in his muzzle. Hot breath passed between them as Meeper moaned into Jason's maw and Jason huffed into Meeper's mouth, and the two large men sidled up against each other, grinding the sizable bulges in their crotches together; Jason could feel the thick, blunt shaft of Meeper's cock stiffening against his own, and Meeper relished the sensation of Jason's enormous, plump balls pressing against his testicles.

Still connected by their lips, and with hands beginning to roam freely over each other as they continued grinding their groins together, Jason and Meeper slowly stumbled around the boulder behind the wolf, circling around it to the opposite side. Additional boulders jutted up from the ground to form a cluster of stones, and a broad tree stood sentinel next to the rocky outcropping. Thanks to the boulder, Jason and Meeper were now both hidden from view to anyone passing by on the trail, while they continued exploring each others' mouths and bodies under the shade of the tree.

Meeper's hands had descended from Jason's face and made their way to the dragon's chest, which was tucked down low as Jason was still leaning forward to kiss his shorter friend. The wolf grabbed and kneaded his friend's defined pectorals, palpating the pads of firm muscle before zeroing in on the raised, hard rings beneath the dragon's loose shirt--Jason's nipple piercings, which hung like doorknockers from the tight, hard nubs on Jason's pecs. Meeper pinched and tugged the rings through the fabric, pulling the dragon's nipples and earning a satisfied rumble from his friend. In return, Jason's hands crept around to Meeper's backside and began squeezing and roughly groping the solidly muscled packs of the wolf's glutes, shaking Meeper's cheeks as he clenched hard on them, which elicited a contented moan from his friend.

Their cocks hardened even further in their shorts, rubbing against one another through the fabric of their garments; Meeper's Prince Albert hit against Jason's with a metallic clack, the sound softened by the barrier of their shorts. Jason could feel the throbbing pulse of Meeper's shaft against his own, and they continued grinding against each other as they kept their hands busy by exploring their bodies.

Soon, the wolf's paws followed a trail lower along the dragon's torso--Meeper's fingers traced the outline of every muscle he could feel along the way, from the bulge of Jason's lower pecs to his serratus, and from the pronounced ridges of his abs to his obliques, until he reached the dragon's toned waist. Jason's hands, meanwhile, drew upward to the same position on Meeper, circling around from his rear to his front. The dragon could feel rippling muscles under the wolf's thick fur coat, and he indulged in dragging his fingers over every peak and valley of Meeper's bodily topography.

Meeper and Jason broke their kiss, huffing and snarling as they greedily shoved their hands under each others' shirts, with Jason feeling up Meeper's furred abdomen and Meeper delightedly rubbing over Jason's scaled torso.

"Damn, you've been putting some good work in," Meeper breathed.

"Heh, likewise, bet you've been pumping a ton of iron," Jason mused.

They both reveled in the firm walls of muscle before them, and as their arms rose further up along their bodies, their loose shirts were dragged upward, revealing their rugged physiques. Dark gray scales tightly hugged the rock-hard features of Jason's stomach and chest, while Meeper's white and red fur accentuated the steely ridges of his torso. They both lifted higher and higher, until their shirts were completely off, leaving them both topless while they tossed each others' garments to the ground. Their eyes were glued on each other--while the natural vistas in Delos Park were breathtaking, seeing each other shirtless was awe-inspiring, and the true sights that both Meeper and Jason had been aching to glimpse.

For both of them, every line, every crevice, every vein, and every cord of muscle was perfectly sculpted, honed over countless hours of work in the gym as monuments to masculinity and virility, as objects of mutual desire and worship. No matter how many times he had seen Jason naked, Meeper was utterly enthralled with the dragon's musculature and god-like form. And no matter how often he had seen Meeper totally nude, Jason was absolutely captivated by the wolf's peak physical condition as a testament to the divine.

"Holy fuck, bro..." was all Meeper could sigh before he buried his face in Jason's abdomen.

"Heh, yeah, that's it, wolf, enjoy it...take it all in," Jason grunted while Meeper began lapping over the ridges of his abs.

Meeper made a point of staying above Jason's waist--he could feel the dragon's enormous arousal straining against his tight shorts, and Meeper's own member had graduated from bulge to a full tent, but he wanted to hold off on getting right to the main event; there was still everything above Jason's hips to enjoy. And besides, a little muscle worship always went a long way in making the two of them even hornier--Meeper dragged his tongue over the dragon's scaled belly, savoring the small dregs of sweat he sopped up as he pampered each individual mound of muscle. He spent a full minute simply making out with Jason's navel, digging his tongue into the divot in his stomach, before sniffing and slurping his way up along the dragon's torso, murmuring as he did so.

"Still can't believe how jacked you are," Meeper huffed in exaltation before languidly lapping upward along Jason's sternum.

"You're incredible, your body is beyond amazing," he said as he nuzzled Jason's sides and rubbed his friend's front and back in semi-spiritual deference.

"You're just the definition of 'fucking stud' with all these muscles, dude," Meeper mused while groping Jason's python-like biceps and forearms.

"Mmmm...un-fucking-believable," the wolf moaned in between long, indulgent bouts of suckling and nibbling on the dragon's pierced nipples.

"Absolute perfection," Meeper grunted while rubbing his snout over the hard pillows of Jason's pectorals, snuffling and sniffing in adoration of his friend.

Every remark of admiration, in combination with Meeper's tongue sliding over his muscles and hands rubbing over his shirtless torso, simply made Jason's already-stiff cock twitch harder--it was a small miracle that his member hadn't simply torn through the stretchy weave of his athletic hiking shorts. As a lusty haze settled over him, the dragon took Meeper's comments in stride, smirking arrogantly as Meeper heaped praise and adulation upon him.

"Yeah, I know you love it all, bud," he replied, looking down almost condescendingly upon his friend. "That's a good boy, knowing how to worship a real man...taking in the scent of a real stud..."

While Jason honestly didn't consider himself to be better or more manly than Meeper, right now the boost to his ego (in addition to his arousal) was giving him a little bit of a superiority complex. And, to be fair, he knew that Meeper would be feeling the same way when it was Jason's turn to idolize him...although at the moment, the 7-foot tall wolf was still playing the part of the desperate devotee, with his face still buried in Jason's chest. The dragon snickered and placed a firm hand on the back of Meeper's head...then began pulling him away from his pectorals and up towards his armpit under his opposite, raised arm, guiding him to the exposed patch of sweaty, musky skin and scales. "Here, why don't you get a taste of the good stuff..."

Meeper groaned as Jason stuffed his face into his armpit, and the wolf locked his arms around the dragon's torso, holding himself in place. Jason grinned and grunted as he felt the soft, velvety pad of Meeper's tongue drag across his armpit, and his cock throbbed when the wolf shoved his face even deeper under the dragon's arm; Meeper sniffed and licked lovingly, drinking in the subtly pungent aroma and flavors of Jason's sweat.

"Yeah, good boy...eat up as much as you want, there's plenty there for you," Jason told him, releasing his grip on Meeper's head--there was no need to hold the wolf steady, not when Meeper was so eagerly huffing his pit on his own.

The dragon turned his attention to his and Meeper's lower halves--both of them had gone commando under their hiking shorts, as they already had built-in elasticated liners for support, and both garments were at their limit for how much they could contain. There was no hope at all of hiding their obscenely-sized packages under their clothes, even when flaccid, and if a wayward hiker happened upon Meeper and Jason, it would have been impossible not to notice what effectively looked like additional legs stuffed into their shorts. When flaccid, Meeper's cock and testicles had formed a bulge the size of a bowling ball in his crotch, but now, at 23 inches fully erect, Meeper's member had formed a girthy torpedo in his groin, visibly tipped with the rotund ring of his Prince Albert. Jason's cock was even more distinct--at over three and a half feet of stiff arousal that strained against the fabric of his shorts, his endowment resembled a subtly curved tree trunk barely constrained by his garment, and it was obvious to make out the protrusion of his own Prince Albert poking out from the blunt crown of his domed cockhead.

"And let me get us," Jason began as he used his free hand to grip Meeper's taut waistband, "a little more...comfortable," he finished as he forcibly yanked down.

Meeper's shorts put up no resistance at all when Jason pulled--they slid easily over Meeper's thick rump and thighs, and when the dragon tugged forward and down, the wolf's enormous cock sprang out, stiff and bobbing like a diving board someone had just jumped off of. At nearly two feet long, six inches in diameter, and textured with pronounced veins, Meeper's hefty shaft swung gently as the wolf swayed from side to side, luxuriating in the fresh, open air on his cock as he kept his face stuffed in Jason's armpit.

Jason watched Meeper reach down with one hand and start slowly, indulgently, stroking his shaft; it was clear that the wolf was only teasing himself as he pushed his foreskin up, rolling it over the silver ring of his large Prince Albert before pulling back to reveal the blunt, deep red mushroom head of his glans, already shining and slick with a thin coating of pre. As Meeper stroked himself, his hand rubbed languidly over the eight pairs of silver barbell ends that formed his Jacob's Ladder, which extended all the way from the base of his cock to just an inch below the corona of his glans.

"Yeah, that's it, bud, keep enjoying yourself," Jason mused as he continued pulling Meeper's shorts. The farther he drew the wolf's shorts down, the more of his friend's low-hanging testicles he revealed; they hung pendulously in the wolf's over-stretched scrotum, supported from beneath by Meeper's shorts until Jason had tugged them down to his friend's knees. From there, Meeper's balls hung freely, each of them the size of a soccer ball and marbled with distinct veins of their own.

Jason allowed Meeper's shorts to fall to his ankles, and the wolf mindlessly kicked them away while he kept his snout glued to the dragon's armpit. Meeper huffed and lapped noisily over the sweaty patch of skin and scales under Jason's arm, drinking in the dragon's musk like a man dying of thirst.

"Mmm, having a good time in there?" Jason asked.

"Mmmhmm," was all Meeper could moan.

"Heh, yeah, I bet you are, bro," the dragon snickered, glancing down at the wolf's throbbing cock, which was evidence enough that his friend was very happy in his current situation. Meeper's erection rubbed in between Jason's legs, teasingly sliding under and grinding against the dragon's plump testicles, which were still bound by his shorts. Jason could feel the heat radiating from his friend's hard shaft, and he couldn't get enough of Meeper's blunt shaft rubbing back and forth against the undersides of his sensitive nuts, although his remaining clothes were in the way--he had to get free, too.

Still keeping his left arm raised for Meeper to access his armpit, Jason used his right hand to reach for his own waistband. He pulled down on the elastic and wagged his hips to help ease himself out of the tight constraints of his shorts. The blue, stretchy fabric gave way to Jason's powerful, muscled, dark gray thighs, each the size of a keg, and Jason hissed in pleasure as his own cock flopped out into the open air.

His freight train engine of a shaft curved upward, unlike the level slab of Meeper's meat; at over three feet long and over a foot wide, Jason's erection swept up enough for his purple cockhead--still mostly-sheathed by his foreskin--to be level with his diaphragm. He pushed his shorts down further, exposing his watermelon-sized balls; thanks to the wide gold band of the ball-stretcher he always wore, Jason's testicles hung snugly in his warm, scaly sac, which by now dangled tightly halfway down his thighs. The dragon maneuvered his shorts and adjusted his stance to get the garment out of the way and let them fall to the ground, and he sighed contentedly when he once again felt Meeper's shaft--now without the fabric barrier he'd once worn--rub against the underside of his balls.

"Oh fuck, that's nice," Jason grunted at the hot, thick rod of flesh grinding under his testicles. He could feel every bump of Meeper's veins and the engorged ridge of the wolf's glans sliding under his balls, teasing his tender nuts and making his own cock throb hard. Jason kicked his discarded shorts to the side before, like Meeper, he began stroking his shaft; the dragon squeezed as he slowly dragged his hand upward, pushing his foreskin forward over the massive gold ring of his Prince Albert, before methodically pulling back down to expose the blunt helmet of his glans and feeling the bumps of his own Jacob's Ladder, the six pairs of gold barbell ends rubbing against his palm.

Now both fully nude, the two of them carried on for a few minutes, stroking themselves and grunting and growling blissfully while Meeper continued huffing Jason's armpit...before Meeper at last pulled back, dragging his cock out from between Jason's legs as he withdrew. His face was wet from his own drool and Jason's musky sweat, and he licked his lips greedily as he grinned up at his friend. "Fuck, bro, you're so tasty," he breathed.

"Yeah? Think I need to get some of you for myself, though," Jason replied deviously before shoving his face into Meeper's chest, huffing and kissing everywhere he could reach.

Meeper snickered as the dragon breathed in his scent, rooting around in his fur and lapping over his pectorals as he did so. Jason spent a few extra minutes simply ravishing Meeper's pierced nipples with his tongue, slurping on the hard nubs of flesh and clamping his teeth on the silver barbells to pull them away slightly before releasing them again, teasing the wolf.

"Ooooh fuck, dude," Meeper moaned blissfully.

Jason chuckled and latched onto Meeper's right nipple with his lips, slurping hard while he used one hand to pinch his friend's left nipple and his other hand to rub fawningly over Meeper's six-pack. The dragon suckled on Meeper's chest, lashing the pierced nipple with his tongue and rolling it between his sharp teeth.

"Yeah, atta boy, eat up," Meeper rumbled, placing a large hand between Jason's horns. He pushed on the back of the dragon's head, forcing his friend's snout harder against his chest, and he felt the unforgiving metal of Jason's nosering and labret piercing press into his pectoral. Jason huffed through his nostrils while he continued greedily nursing on the wolf. Meeper grunted, savoring the alternating suction, chewing, and rough tongue swipes on his nipple while Jason's large, warm hands roamed over his body, massaging and squeezing his muscles. "Real man tastes good, huh?"

"Mmmhmm," Jason hummed before, with a satisfying pop, he released Meeper's nipple from his lips, leaving his entire areola coated in saliva. "Best taste there is."

"Heh, I've got something better for you," Meeper replied as he raised his arm to expose his armpit.

In a flash, Jason dug in, pressing his face into Meeper's armpit to huff the sweaty fur and lap up as much of the wolf's musk as he could get.

"Oh yeah, work that pit like a good dragon...fuck, your tongue feels so nice in there," Meeper said encouragingly while Jason sniffed and licked his armpit, inhaling and slurping the wolf's pungent aroma.

As Jason eagerly ate out Meeper's underarm, he used his left hand to caress the wolf's abdomen, murmuring in between sloppy licks and deep, snuffling inhales of sweat. "Oh shit, you're perfect...such a fucking stud with muscles like these..."

With his right hand, however, Jason reached down to resume stroking his dick, slowly teasing the engorged, dark gray, veiny shaft. Meeper's eyes drifted downward to follow Jason's gently pumping hand, momentarily mesmerized by the methodical motion and the sheer awesomeness of the dragon's huge cock, which practically bounced with every throb. His blunt purple glans--glossy with pre that had oozed from his urethra and been smeared around by his foreskin--shone in the sun, and Meeper felt his insides quiver, remembering how it felt to have the wrecking ball of Jason's cockhead spread him apart.

Meeper had ridden Jason a couple times, impaling himself on the massive column of meat and filling himself with the dragon's arousal...Jason's rotund glans and solid shaft had practically squeezed every last ounce of fluid out of Meeper's prostate, and the wolf remembered the messy pre that had drooled from his cock and puddled on Jason's abdomen for hours before he finally came. Meeper licked his lips, part of him aching to repeat that experience out here in the woods...but then his gaze drifted lower, to Jason's plump, engorged testicles.

The two hefty organs visibly pounded with Jason's heartbeat, and subtly shifted in their sac with the dragon's movements. Meeper's eyes widened--exposed, vulnerable, and ripe for delicious abuse, Jason's nuts were just too good of an opportunity to pass up. The wolf reached down with his free hand to cup the dragon's testicles, gently lifting one and squeezing before lowering it again and giving the same attention to the other ball. Jason groaned in Meeper's armpit from the treatment...before moaning when he felt the wolf tug down on the gold band of his ball-stretcher, pulling his testicles downward. Meeper grinned, delighting in teasing his friend this way. He pulsated his downward tugs--he pulled down, then released the tension...then pulled down, then released, then pulled down, then released. He kept up the rhythm, making Jason, addled by his arousal, start humping forward.

"Heh, you like when the big wolf plays with your nuts, don't you," Meeper demanded cockily.

"Mmhmm," Jason mumbled.

"That's what I thought." Meeper kept going for another minute before he wrapped his hand around the neck of Jason's scrotum, above his ball-stretcher. He felt the heavy heat pouring off of Jason's groin, while the dragon's cock pulsed powerfully above his arm. Meeper squeezed, compressing the dragon's spermatic cords and eliciting a pleasured moan from his friend, who was still slurping over his armpit. "Mmm, ready for some more?" the wolf asked hazily.

After one last lick, Jason pulled his face away from the wolf's armpit, and Meeper lowered his arm so his free hand now rested on the solid package of the dragon's nuts. "Oh hell yeah," Jason replied, wiping his lips on the back of his hand.

"Heh, thought you might be," Meeper said confidently as he patted Jason's snug nuts, which earned a small shiver from the dragon. "How about we make things a little more interesting, though?"

Jason raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "What do you have in mind?"

Meeper used his grip on the neck of Jason's scrotum to enticingly shake the dragon's testicles back and forth. "How about a friendly wager: First one to cum from getting smacked in the balls has to bottom."

Jason didn't even have to consider the proposal; he grinned and, as he reached for Meeper's pendulous balls, replied, "Fuck yeah, been way too long since I've had that ass." He easily took the neck of Meeper's scrotum in one hand and raised the wolf's balls higher so he could stand and smack them more comfortably. As he rested his free hand on the soccer ball-sized organs, Jason added, "And I wanna see you shoot that load for me."

Meeper snickered as he stood face-to-face with Jason. "You sure you're gonna get it?" He glanced suggestively down at the dragon's throbbing erection. "You look like you're ready to pop already."

"Heh, I think"--SMACK.

"Aaaah!" Meeper flinched and moaned from the heavy blow that Jason had just delivered to his balls, and the wolf's cock twitched.

"You should be more worried about yourself, bro," Jason finished as he raised his hand again.

Meeper chuckled. "Fuck no...I'm gonna have you begging for my dick"--SMACK.

"Mmmff!" Jason grunted, and his whole body jolted from the impact to his nuts while his cock bounced with a thick throb.

"Like a bitch in heat," Meeper finished.

"Nuh-uh," Jason returned confidently, even though he could feel the pressure rising in his loins already. "I'm gonna plow that ass so hard"--SMACK.

Meeper bit his lip, but he couldn't stop himself from moaning loudly, and the most wonderful creasing pain shot up into his gut while his testicles, which had firmly bounced under the dragon's palm and fingers, ached from Jason's hit.

"You won't be able to drag me on another hike."

The wolf shook his head, in spite of the fact that he would have loved nothing more than for Jason to bend him over and rail him right then and there--he was in the game now, and he had to win. "You know you want my dick in you"--SMACK.

Jason whimpered and thrust upward, doing everything he could to contain the pleasure he felt from the blunt force trauma that Meeper had just delivered. His balls throbbed painfully, but oh so tantalizingly, and he huffed hard, trying to ignore how close he was already.

"You're just trying to hide how hungry your ass is for it," Meeper continued, raising his now stinging palm from the dragon's nuts.

Jason grinned. "Keep dreaming, bud." SMACK.

"Huuuh!" Meeper groaned. He took a moment to recover, smirking up at the dragon who leered back down at him. He raised his hand...SMACK.

"Uufff!" Jason grunted as he arched his back in pleasure. Meeper had struck the sweet spot on both his nuts, just behind the nadir of the oblong organs. His cock felt like it was going to explode, but he managed to hold himself back before...SMACK.

"Hoooo shiiiiiit!" Meeper hissed through clenched teeth. His gut flipped from the mixture of ecstasy and agony while his sore balls pounded painfully in his sack. Jason was squeezing them tight against his scrotum, making their veins pop. Meeper panted, catching his breath...SMACK.

Jason growled loudly when Meeper powerfully swatted his aching nuts with enough force to bang them against his thigh. The pain in his gut mixed with intense satisfaction, but not quite enough to push him over the edge...SMACK.

Meeper grimaced and gasped when the rough backhand struck his balls; the dragon's hard scales and dense knuckles hit like a textured club on his gonads, threatening to make them burst from the force of the impact...SMACK.

Jason's eyes widened before he squeezed them shut--Meeper had hit his sweet spot again, and there was no coming back from it now.

"UnnnfffFFFFUUUUUUUCK!" the dragon roared as he thrust his hips forward, threw his head back, and let loose.

The dark gray shaft spasmed hard, firing thick, gooey ropes of cum onto Meeper's chest and abdomen. Every wet volley hit Meeper with a soft splat, just loud enough for both the wolf and the dragon to hear the force of how hard the throbbing cock was shooting. Some of Jason's semen caught on his gold Prince Albert, and more globs of cum dribbled and oozed down along his shaft, over Meeper's hand, and along the dragon's aching testicles, which had drawn up tightly against the gold ring of his ball-stretcher.

"Oooh yeah, fuckin' shoot it, dude!" Meeper laughed; he still held the neck of Jason's scrotum with one hand, but with his free hand, he gripped the base of the dragon's cock and aimed it lower, so more hot, viscous cum splattered over his navel...and then his own shaft, coating it from base to tip in slick, sticky fluid, practically bathing his cock in musky semen.

Jason, meanwhile, squeezed hard on Meeper's testicles, still gripping them in his hands as he rode the crest of his climax. He kept mindlessly firing his load, not caring where it landed as his balls drained; his whole body shook from the orgasmic tremors that ripped through him, and his mind was completely blank except for the pure ecstasy that electrified his entire being...until, at last, he began to come down from the high.

"Oooh...oh fuck," he panted, gulping for air as he recovered. Jason slumped, but managed to stay standing, and, still gasping as though he'd just run a marathon, he opened his eyes to see Meeper smirking at him victoriously.

"Heh, what was that about plowing my ass so hard I wouldn't be able to drag you on another hike?" the wolf said as he released his hold on Jason's nuts and began stroking his cum-lubed cock.

Jason sighed, chuckled, and shook his head. "Aw fuck..."

Meeper laughed. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Come on, big guy..."

Still coming down from his climax, Jason moved as if drunk--he slowly released Meeper's testicles and tiredly stumbled around the wolf to the tree next to the boulders they'd been standing behind. He shuffled his feet into a wide stance while he leaned against the tree for support, and bent forward enough to expose his ass for Meeper.

"How's that?" he grunted.

The wolf licked his chops at the sight before him: Jason's testicles hung between his spread legs, and the dragon's cock, now softening, drooped downward as more thick cum continued to drip from his urethra and splatter on the ground below. His perfectly round and muscled ass--vulnerable and ready for use--beckoned while Jason hugged the tree in front of him.

Meeper moved into position, sidling up behind Jason, and he used a hand to push the dragon's thick tail aside. There, nestled between his friend's thick, spread cheeks, lay his prize: the wrinkled, loosened rim of his asshole.

"Mmm, that's fuckin' beautiful," Meeper murmured as he teased the dragon's puckered hole with his thumb...before pushing forward and smearing his cockhead (coated with Jason's cum) over and around the rim.

"Uuugh fuck," Jason shuddered at the sensation of the wolf's meaty glans and heavy Prince Albert knocking on his backdoor. His slimy cum made it easy for Meeper to teasingly drag his cockhead around Jason's hole, enticing the dragon to wag his hips from side to side, begging for the wolf to enter him already. He relaxed, making his hole gape in invitation, and Jason relished the fleshy cockhead that wetly and slickly rubbed over his now-open ass. The metal of Meeper's piercing was lukewarm, but still hard and unforgiving as Meeper smeared it over his tender anus and taint for a moment longer...before it plowed mercilessly into his rectum as Meeper penetrated him without restraint.

"Guuuuh," was all Jason could moan as he felt inch after inch of Meeper's long, fat hog slide into him, its entrance facilitated by the liberal coating of cum.

"Yeeeeaaaah," Meeper growled in reply as he smoothly glided deeper and deeper into Jason. He hissed softly as he felt every sensitive inch of his glans and shaft silkily rub against the dragon's guts, with the ridges of Jason's internal piping occasionally catching on Meeper's numerous piercings. "God damn...you're so fucking warm and wet, dude," Meeper said as he hilted himself completely in Jason. "Hehe, how's that feel for you?"

"Ugh...so full, it feels amazing," Jason groaned contentedly. With all 23 inches of meat lodged within him, Jason could feel Meeper's blunt cockhead press against his abdominal wall, while the wolf's girthy shaft squeezed his prostate perfectly, making the dragon's cock twitch and begin to stiffen again already.

"If you like that," Meeper began as he drew out halfway, "you're gonna love this!"

Without another word, Meeper slammed himself all the way inside Jason again.

"Aaah!" Jason gasped as his cock throbbed and he felt his insides quickly spread apart as Meeper plunged back into him.

"Yeah, just like that," Meeper moaned as he felt Jason clench down on him while he dragged his cock halfway out of the dragon's hole once more. "Fuuuuck..."

Meeper drove back in forcefully, eliciting another gasp from Jason...before he began picking up the pace. Maybe another time, the wolf would have taken it slow, savoring the feeling of Jason's innards hugging his arousal tightly. But right now, Meeper had to simply use his friend like a fleshlight--he'd gotten so close during their ball-busting game, he had to unload as soon as possible. He rapidly pumped in and out of Jason and grabbed the dragon's hips to anchor himself as he jackhammered away at his buddy's ass.

Jason clung tightly to the tree in front of him; his eyes rolled to the top of his head in pleasure while his mouth hung open. It had been a while since he'd been fucked so roughly, so ruthlessly--Meeper was pounding him with a rushed desperation, lustfully pistoning in and out of the dragon's loose hole. The wolf's hips collided with Jason's, adding a loud plap-lap-lap-lap to the natural soundscape of birds calling and insects humming. Meeper snarled and Jason growled in reply while the wolf's balls swung up against the dragon's testicles before swinging back between Meeper's legs.

Schlk-schlk-schlk--Meeper's throbbing, cum-coated cock dragged Jason's lips out on every withdrawal before shoving them back in with every thrust. The wolf plowed hard, driving and grinding himself into the dragon vigorously, stuffing every last inch into the open and eager hole. His fur, matted and soaked with the dregs of Jason's cum, stuck to the dragon's ass every time he pressed himself into it, adding to the overall sloppy mess of Jason's backside.

"Guuuuh fuuuuuhuuuuhuuuu..." Jason moaned as Meeper roughly pounded his prostate. The dragon's cock had grown fully erect again and more pre was leaking from his urethra.

"Yeah, take it...fuckin' take it...oh shit I've got a big load for you," Meeper huffed, reaming Jason's ass with abandon. Sweat formed on the wolf's brow and back as he worked, and he panted as he drove himself closer and closer to the edge. "Fuuuuuck dude..."

"Cooome ooooon," Jason breathed. "Fuckin' breeeeeed meeeee..."

"Yeah, you want it?"

"Uh-huh."

"You want my cum?"

"Uh-huuuuuh."

"Come on, bud...beg for it..." Meeper grunted. His entire body was shaking as he kept up his thrusting--he was almost there, he just needed a little more...

"P-please..." Jason swallowed, clearing his throat, before plaintively begging with as much energy as he could muster, "I...I need it...I need you to fill me...fuckin' load me up, bro...fuckin' flood my guts with your cum, I've gotta have it!"

Meeper threw himself into Jason, passing the point of no return as his low-hanging balls began to draw up, ready to fire. "Uuungh FFFUUUUWOOOOOOOO!" he howled as his orgasm hit and his cock spasmed deep inside of the dragon.

"Uuunffuck! Fuuuuuuck!" Jason bellowed, clenching down hard on the thick member that filled him as he came hands-free, splattering another thick wad of cum on the bark of the tree he hugged. He could feel every hard pulse of Meeper's seed shooting into him, thoroughly flooding his insides.

Meeper clung tightly to Jason's hips, quickly humping to push out every last drop of cum he had to give...until he at last slowed to a stop and slumped over against the dragon's vast, strong back.

"Oh damn...hooooo shit," Meeper sighed after a couple minutes of simply catching his breath.

"Heh...have a good time back there?" Jason chuckled weakly.

"Fuck yeah...best ass I've ever bred," Meeper grunted, patting Jason's upper thigh. "How about you? Make another mess?"

When he felt strong enough, Meeper stood up upright again and gently pulled his softening cock out of Jason's wrecked hole. When his glans popped out like a plug, a slimy dribble of gooey semen spilled over the rim of Jason's ass and trickled down his taint, but the dragon quickly clenched, preventing anymore from leaking out.

"Heh, good boy, keep all that slop in you," Meeper snickered, smacking Jason's ass before the dragon stood upright, too. "Gotta make sure those wild bears know I marked you as my territory."

---

"Shit, that was good," Meeper sighed satisfactorily, leaning back in his oversized camping chair.

He and Jason had just finished a hearty dinner of grilled steaks and veggie kebabs, cooked to perfection over the open fire they'd built after returning from their campsite. Jason had practically inhaled his food, having worked up a mammoth appetite on the way back from the scenic overlook, and Meeper had cleaned his plate with equal gusto, not realizing how starving he'd been until Jason had started grilling the mouthwatering meat over the crackling flames. Now, with their bellies full, their hunger sated, and fresh cans of beer in hand, the two friends kicked back next to each other in their collapsible chairs in front of their hearth; as dusk progressed into evening, they leisurely chatted while they watched the hypnotic, flickering dance of the campfire.

"Damn, I--urrrap!" Jason belched and grunted before he resumed, "I needed that! Woof, nothing like fire-grilled steak and a beer after a hike, am I right?"

"Fuckin' A, preach it, man," Meeper chuckled before taking a sip from his can.

After a gulp of beer, the wolf reached down lazily to scratch an itch on his scrotum, which hung down between his legs as his balls rested on the ground. Both he and Jason had opted to go bottomless upon returning from their hike--while they could have rationalized their choice as "airing out the boys", really, they simply enjoyed the liberty and ease of not having to wear pants in the park, especially since many of the campers at adjacent sites were in varying states of undress. There were a couple horses at the next site who wore only their shorts, while a lion two sites down the road comfortably lounged in just a thong, and a tiger and an orca staying at the site directly across from Jason and Meeper were completely nude. With such freedom, it was easy enough for Meeper and Jason to ditch their shorts and implement an unspoken "no pants allowed at the campsite" policy of their own, which had the added benefit of allowing them to ogle each others' arousals with no obstructions--post-dinner, Meeper was sporting a semi, while Jason had chubbed up enough for his cock to hang down over his watermelon-sized testicles and between his knees, but it wasn't stiff enough to stand on its own just yet.

"Glad you enjoyed the steak," Jason took up. "Looked like you needed the protein, too, after you pumped so much into me earlier."

Meeper laughed. "Oh, I've got plenty in the tanks, but you can never have too much protein."

"Or bro-tein," Jason snickered.

"Eeyyy, I see what you did there," Meeper guffawed and clinked his can of beer against Jason's.

They lapsed into silence for a moment before Jason sighed and spoke again. "Man, I'm fuckin' stuffed."

"With protein and bro-tein, right?" Meeper asked with a wink.

"Heh, still got your load in here," Jason said proudly, patting his belly. Meeper grinned as he imagined every ounce of his batter slopping and sloshing around in the dragon's guts--he'd glanced every so often at Jason's ass on their return from the hike, but his friend had kept his hole clenched, not losing a single drop of the wolf's cum.

"You did good, bro," Meeper told him. "I know I gave you a lot, but..."

"Oh, totally worth it, feels so good still having all that jizz in me," Jason growled playfully, and Meeper couldn't help but notice the dragon's cock twitch...which gave Meeper another idea.

"Well, think you'd be up for some more stuffing?" Meeper asked slyly.

Jason glanced over at his friend, cautiously intrigued. "Depends on what kind of stuffing you're thinking of, bud."

Meeper smirked and scooted his camping chair closer so he was right next to Jason. After putting his beer can in his chair's armrest cupholder, the devious wolf reached over into Jason's lap and hefted his semi-turgid cock up. Meeper slung the hefty, still-flexible member over the dragon's leg and dragged it by the Prince Albert over Jason's and his armrests, so Jason's glans--partly sheathed by his foreskin, but exposed enough for the wolf to access his urethra--rested in Meeper's lap.

The wolf fingered the dragon's loose meatus with his thumb, rolling the digit back and forth over the slit as if he were dribbling a pair of lips, then around the ring of the gold Prince Albert, paying special attention to where the warm metal spread open Jason's already loosened orifice...before he pushed his thick thumb inside and gently stroked the warm, smooth, moist inner entrance of the dragon's urethra with his claw. "You good with this kind of stuffing, bud?" Meeper asked, already knowing the answer based on the soft throbs of Jason's cock and the happy grin plastered on the dragon's face.

"Oh yeah, I love the way you think, bro," Jason chuckled before he put his beer in his own armrest cupholder and reached for Meeper's stiffening erection.

Meeper snickered as Jason grabbed his Prince Albert and used it to haul his cock over into his own lap, and the dragon began smoothly circling Meeper's meatus with the rough pad of his finger...before he dipped into the wolf's urethra, twisting his digit from side to side as he pushed in.

"Oooh yeah, that's good, man," Meeper moaned as he rubbed the inside of Jason's urethra with his thumb.

"Heh, you want the whole thing, or want me to go slow?" Jason asked suggestively, pressing his finger against the sides of Meeper's loose penile canal.

"Fuck it, give me all you got, dude!"

Jason chuckled and withdrew his finger before he formed a clenched fist. "Ditto, I want you to fill me up. Wanna go on three?"

Meeper glanced over at Jason's balled fist, which was poised just above his cockhead--Jason's mitt was thicker than a cannonball, and his arm bigger than a military artillery round. The wolf shivered in anticipation while Jason used his free hand to grip his glans and spread them, forcing his meatus apart to expose the entrance to his urethra.

"Yeah, on three," Meeper agreed before he withdrew his thumb from Jason's urethra. He made a fist as well, and, like Jason was doing for him, he gripped the dragon's glans to spread them with his free hand. As he did so, he held his fist just above his friend's now-open chasm, which yawned under his waiting paw like a dark tunnel, a pit aching to be filled with Meeper's piledriver of a fist and arm.

"One," they said together, drawing back to build tension.

"Two," Meeper and Jason counted in unison, holding still as they watched each other, both of them giddy for what was about to happen.

"Three!"

In a flash, Meeper punched downward into Jason's urethra, while Jason simultaneously sank his entire forearm into Meeper's cock.

"Uuuuunnghhh fuuuuuck!" they both cried out in pleasure at the same time, their deep, resonant groans harmonizing with each other.

They both remained still, simply panting as they adjusted to their respective sudden invasions--Meeper relished the awesome stretch in his member, feeling the solid mass of Jason's scaled and muscled forearm spreading him wide open and filling the upper regions of his urethra, and Jason licked his lips at the tantalizing sensation of the wolf's furred, thick forearm lodged in his most intimate of spaces, penetrating him in a way that would have been unnatural but felt oh so right and perfect.

As they caught their breath, Meeper and Jason looked down at their members to see what they had done to each other; Meeper wagged his tail in delight as he saw his cock bulge with the sheer bulk that the dragon had shoved into it, and Jason growled appreciatively when he saw the wolf's girthy arm forming such a sizeable lump in his shaft--through the hefty structure of his own dick, Jason could make out the curve of Meeper's brachioradialis and flexor before it tapered into his wrist, and the abrupt knot of Meeper's clenched fist that was halfway down his urethra.

Both of their glans--now fully unsheathed from their foreskins--were engorged and swollen from being spread far apart so roughly and so quickly. Jason could feel the thumping beat of Meeper's pulse all around his forearm, just as Meeper felt Jason's powerful heartbeat throbbing against his fist.

"Mmm that's...delicious," Meeper groaned, indulgently flexing his cock around the giant, meaty forearm stuffed inside his urethra. "Feels so fucking good having you fist me like that."

Jason grinned; as he reveled in the pleasure of Meeper's arm stuck down his stiffening erection, he twisted his arm inside the wolf's cock, corkscrewing from side to side and pushing further down in his friend's urethra, which made the thick, veiny shaft bulge even more.

"Yeah buddy take it," he grunted encouragingly while he felt his fist and forearm bump against the metal barbells of Meeper's Jacob's Ladder. "You want me all the way in there, don't you."

"Hooo fuck yes," Meeper hissed, wincing at the pleasurable way Jason's scaled knuckles dragged against the smooth flesh of his inner walls. He pushed his hips up as if to make his cock swallow up more of the dragon's forearm, to force it deeper into himself. As he did so, Meeper sank his arm further into Jason's depths, pushing past the halfway point and following the curve that had begun to form in his friend's erect and bobbing member. "And I know you want me to get real deep, too..."

"Unf!" Jason gasped as he felt Meeper's paw plunge further. The wolf was pressing against his Jacob's Ladder from inside his urethra, driving him crazy, making him need more...

"Lemme hear it," Meeper coaxed as his arm rubbed against the hard metal of Jason's Prince Albert in the same fashion as the dragon's arm squeezing against his own genital piercing.

"Fffffuuuuuck," Jason breathed as Meeper adjusted his position to push more of his arm into his urethra--and he grunted when the wolf's elbow and broad bicep began to spread his meatus even wider. Meeper paused at that depth, halfway up his bicep, and began to twist his arm back and forth, teasing the dragon's internal plumbing. "Please...deep as you can go," Jason huffed needily.

"Heh, you'll get it soon enough," Meeper smirked.

Meeper began drawing his arm back, nearly all the way, until only his wrist and fist remained in the dragon's urethra, which elicited a puzzled look from Jason.

"What are you--ahh!" Confusion turned to bliss when Jason felt the wolf plunge back in without any warning, and he groaned rapturously as Meeper plumbed his depths once more.

"Heh, I got you, bro," Meeper said as he began pulling out again...before he thrust back in, then out, thin, then out, distracting Jason from saying anything more as he built up a methodical rhythm of fisting, pushing until he was halfway up his bicep, and then drawing out again and working the dragon up into a frenzy with how he so casually and repeatedly invaded his insides.

It didn't take long for Jason to join him, thrusting in and out of Meeper's cock with his warhammer of an arm, and the dragon matched the wolf's tempo of retreats and advances, penetrations and withdrawals.

As Meeper and Jason fisted each others' urethras--almost egging each other on with the variations of thrusting and twisting their arms as they spread their respective tunnels open--they fell into a wordless exchange of sighs, gasps, moans, and grunts.

"Mmmf!" was all Meeper could vocalize when Jason powerfully flexed his arm inside of his aching, throbbing cock.

"Guuuh..." was all Jason could mumble when Meeper punched into his stretched urethra.

"Oooh..." was all Meeper could moan when Jason twisted his arm as he dragged his fist backwards.

"Haaahhhng!" was all Jason could gasp when Meeper curled his fist upward against the confines of his internal tubing.

They lost track of how much time passed, though evening faded into night while the two of them continued working each other over. Stars winked into the inky black of the sky overhead, while the light of the fire provided just enough illumination for Jason and Meeper to see the sloppy wrecks of their meatuses--both orifices gaped openly around their arms like yawning mouths, as practically all elasticity had been worn out of them by the repetitive, frenetic in and out motion that had loosened them so much. Musky, slimy pre dribbled messily out of their urethras and down their stiff shafts, and Meeper and Jason grinned lustfully at the noisy squelches of their arms slickly rubbing against wet flesh...

Until Meeper, at long last, went deeper than he had before--he pushed in all the way up to the top of his bicep, just under his shoulder.

Jason jolted and his tail thumped hard against the ground before he arched his back in his seat and groaned, "Oooooh yeeeeeah, that's the way..."

Meeper pushed down, uncurling his clenched fist and extending his fingers for every inch of reach he could get. By now, he'd forced his way beyond the base of Jason's shaft and into the dragon's goin, but he could feel a tight, clenching muscle preventing him from moving any further, even though he still had another few inches of shoulder to shove past Jason's meatus. Even though the constricting muscle was stopping him, Meeper had sounded and fisted his friend enough to know for a fact that he was just about to enter Jason's prostate. He just needed a little more wiggle room to get in there.

"Come on, bud," Meeper coaxed, rubbing his fingers back and forth in the narrow, slick tunnel, tenderly massaging the inside of Jason's urethra. "Loosen up for me...let me in..."

"Huuuh...huuuuh," Jason moaned as he exhaled, trying to cajole his muscles to relax.

Meeper felt the small, rapid, fluttering spasms of clenching and releasing sphincter...before Jason's quivering settled for a moment, and Meeper pressed his fingers into the tight space. "Yeah, that's it," the wolf said encouragingly as he pushed in deeper...and then splayed his hand as wide as he could, creating as much space in the dragon's prostate as possible.

"Oooooh fuuuuuuck yessssss!" Jason rumbled, twisting his arm with extra vigor in Meeper's urethra while he felt his prostate forced apart by the wolf's digits. "Spread me open dude!"

Meeper didn't have to be told twice; he shoved the last few inches of his shoulder into Jason's cock, hilting his arm completely in the dragon's urethra, and twisted his hand inside his friend's prostate, roughly bumping against it with his knuckles and claws while he kept his fingers expanded to their fullest extent.

Jason leaned back in ecstasy--he couldn't help but relax every muscle and submit to the pleasure wracking his body. As he sat there, having his prostate teased and worked over by his friend, it took Jason a minute to register the fact that his ass had stopped clenching and a river of sludgy, gooey cum was oozing out of his open hole. He shivered--the enormous load that Meeper had pumped into him earlier was still warm, and it puddled around his rump before it seeped into the heavy duty canvas and dripped over the open sides of the seat, while more of it dribbled along his tail and exuded out from between his legs and under his balls on its journey to the ground.

Pat...pat...pat...

Meeper heard the dripping of viscous fluid hitting the ground, and he looked down to see the mess that was leaking out of Jason. Ropes of slimy cum were forming small streams as they slowly dribbled and dropped over the sides of the dragon's chair.

"Damn...guess you really relaxed, huh?" the wolf chuckled while Jason's arm was still firmly lodged within his urethra, the dragon's fingers centimeters away from pushing into his own prostate.

"Huuuhhh...fuuuck, man," Jason groaned, surveying his predicament. "I just got this chair, didn't wanna ruin it just yet."

Meeper laughed. "Should've kept your ass closed like I told you to!"

Jason grumbled, then, his gaze still tinged with lust and hormones, glared at Meeper...and a crafty grin spread on his lips. "This is all your fault...loading me up, then getting into my prostate..."

The dragon shifted in his chair, and he reached for Meeper's shoulder. Uncertain, the wolf began to draw back, and Jason gripped Meeper's shoulder...and yanked back hard. Jason hissed through clenched teeth as he roughly pulled the wolf's entire arm out of his cock--the dragon relished the sensation of being emptied out like this, of having once been so full only for his urethra to be left sagging and empty within his cock. Meeper's fur was soaked in Jason's pre, and when the wolf's fingers emerged from his orifice, Jason released his friend's arm while he kept his other arm stuffed down Meeper's cock.

"I think I need to give you," Jason continued as he stood from his chair, with Meeper's cum still dripping from his backside. He swaggered around to stand in front of Meeper, between his legs, as he went on, "A little payback."

"What are you--ah!" Meeper cried out as Jason mercilessly pulled his arm out of his urethra as if he were yanking a ripcord on a parachute. With a wet schlorp, the dragon's meaty arm emerged, and...

"AH FUCK!" Meeper yelled as, in a flash (and with a loud SCHLOP), Jason powerfully thrust all three and a half feet of his mighty cock into Meeper's urethra, parting the wolf's meatus like a fully-loaded submarine spearheading into a whiskey barrel.

Meeper's cock swelled and bulged around Jason's hefty, curved shaft, bloating like an over-inflated, fleshy balloon as the dragon ferociously charged forward into the wolf's loosened confines and spread them open wider than ever before.

"Hoooo yeeeeah, fuck that's good!" Jason hooted euphorically when he'd hilted himself completely inside his friend's urethra--Meeper's engorged and spread glans pushed against the dragon's scrotum, smushing his Prince Albert against the scaled flesh.

Meanwhile, Meeper squirmed and writhed in his chair, his nerves electrified with the potent mixture of pleasure and pain. His insides were stretched to the extreme from the sheer girth of Jason's cock--he'd never felt so thoroughly stuffed, and as he winced and huffed through the pain of being so forcibly spread apart, he couldn't help but savor the fact that he could feel every inch of his friend's hefty hog filling him in glorious detail.

Jason's cock throbbed, his bumping pulse making Meeper's member bounce; Meeper could make out the prominent texture of Jason's veins branching across the surface of his shaft, as well as the delightful ridge of his glans that had effortlessly blasted past his prostate and his sphincters and now rested firmly against the inside his bladder; the wolf could feel the solid weight of Jason's Prince Albert pressed against the inner wall of his bladder, and the ends of the barbells of the dragon's Jacob's Ladder felt like tantalizing beads on a particularly thick sounding rod lodged within his urethra.

"Uuugh fuuuuuck," Meeper moaned, his eyes rolling to the top of his head as he sat back in his chair, surrendering to the pleasure that filled him from head to toe.

"Yeah, you just sit back and relax, lemme have some fun with you," Jason snickered as he grasped the sides of Meeper's cock...and pulled his hips back, slowly, deliberately drawing his dick out of the wolf's urethra. He looked down and licked his lips at the sight of Meeper's meatus being wetly dragged out and up along his length--the lips of Meeper's urethra bulged and flared around the barbells of Jason's Jacob's Ladder, and the dragon could only imagine how it felt for the wolf.

Meeper grunted and panted, feeling every ridge, every bump slide past his sensitive lips as the dragon withdrew...until Jason was halfway out of Meeper's cock. Jason pushed back in, eliciting another needy moan from the wolf.

"Yeah, take it...take it all," Jason growled, forcing his way in again, barreling past Meeper's weakened prostate and into the wolf's bladder. He shuddered as he felt his cockhead sink into the warm fluid within the organ. "Fuuuuck...you got a lot of piss in your bladder, bro, and it's nice and hot."

Meeper could do nothing more than groan, which suited Jason just fine--still holding Meeper's dick in place, the dragon began pumping in and out of the wolf's over-stretched urethra, using it as nothing more than a cocksleeve. Jason huffed and groaned, basking in the warm, squishy confines that surrounded his throbbing meat, and he picked up speed, humping into Meeper's urethra like a beast. His balls swung as he built up more momentum with every strong thrust, and he felt himself settle into a mindless groove, one where he didn't have to think about anything except rutting. He'd had enough teasing, and the inside of his buddy's cock was too good for him to take it slow--primal instinct took over, making Jason pump faster. He had to cum, he had to drain his balls into Meeper.

The wolf took every inch Jason had to give; Meeper's cock slickly accepted the dragon's member with loud, sloppy schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop-schlops, and excessive pre drooled out around the draconic shaft that impaled the wolf's arousal. Jason relished the slippery tunnel that expanded around him, the warmth of his friend's body heat, and what little tightness that remained inside Meeper's urethra as he repeatedly hollowed it out.

"Ah shit, you're so good, bro," Jason hissed; by now he was slamming his groin against the sore, aching tip of Meeper's cockhead, driving in to the base of his shaft on every thrust, and his heavy balls slapped against the underside of the wolf's shaft as he humped.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Meeper whimpered each time Jason hurled himself inside.

"Yeah...you love having me fill you up, don't you," Jason murmured breathlessly; he ground himself hard against Meeper's meatus as he continued his humping, in love with the feeling of Meeper's Prince Albert smoothly sliding under his shaft as a preamble to the warm canal that snugly enveloped him.

Meeper subconsciously pushed his hips forward in his seat, as if to better meet Jason halfway and force more of the dragon deeper into his cock. Jason was fucking his member like a pro, dominantly sliding in as deeply as possible and pressing on all the right sweet spots. The wolf let his tongue hang out as he panted, nearly overwhelmed by the sensations wreaking havoc on his system as Jason repeatedly banged into his bladder--it was an odd feeling, having a blunt cockhead, tipped with a Prince Albert, force his sphincters open and slosh through his piss as it pressed against the inner wall of his bladder, but it definitely wasn't unpleasant. In fact, if Meeper had been in a more coherent state of mind, he would have been begging Jason for more, but all the wolf could do was pant and let the huge dragon plunge into him again and again again.

"Fuck yeah...oh shit, I'm getting close," Jason gasped, feeling the familiar pressure rise in his gut. "Fuckin' love pounding that prostate...shit, your dick's better than any ass I've fucked..."

Jason kept up his thrusting, not caring how long he was taking, not caring who might be watching from other campsites, not caring about anything except getting across the finish line. He humped faster, more powerfully, wielding his cock like a sledgehammer.

Meeper moaned loudly. His prostate was totally obliterated at this point, reduced to nothing more than a limp mass of flesh within him; to Jason, the gland still felt like an extra hand squeezing his glans and shaft every time they passed through, but to Meeper, it was as though a dam had been pulverized to rubble with a wrecking ball, and the wolf felt like he was experiencing an explosive orgasm in reverse every time the dragon surged past his aching organ.

Jason grunted and snarled, gnashing his teeth together. His hips rocked back and forth as he sloppily punched in and out, in and out, in and out of Meeper's cock; his nerves were on fire as his member sporadically throbbed, and his nuts began to draw up against the unforgiving band of his ball-stretcher; his tail thrashed and his breathing grew more ragged...

"Ooooh fuck, here it comes!" Jason groaned, his legs trembling as he kept humping. "Gonna...gonna...aaaaAAAARRRGHH!"

The dragon roared as he slammed into the wolf's urethra one last time, and Meeper cried out in ecstasy as he felt the thick member lodged within him spasm and pulse with every shot of cum that exploded out of it and into his bladder, mixing with his urine.

"Huuuuuh! Huuuh! Huuuuuh!" Jason growled forcefully, clutching Meeper's cock tightly in his hands as he kept the wolf's glans glued against his groin and stuffed every inch possible into his friend's urethra.

"Uuuungh fuuuuck," Meeper moaned, reveling in the powerful palpitations of Jason's cock spurting rope after rope of thick cum into his bladder. He could feel it gushing into him, an incredible torrent of hot seed that made his bladder swell...before the flow finally tapered off to a dribble, leaving Meeper with the overwhelming 'urge to take a leak, except for the fact that Jason's cock was still lodged within him.

However, after a few minutes of catching his breath and recovering, Jason released his grip on Meeper's sensitive cock. "Holy...holy fuck, bro..." the dragon panted, clapping a hand to his head to steady himself. He chuckled and slowly stepped back, withdrawing his softening member from Meeper's depths. "Oooh man...oooh shit," Jason hissed and winced at the overstimulation that zinged through his shaft and cockhead, but he kept pulling out, until his glans popped past Meeper's gaping meatus.

As the blunt cockhead plopped out of the gaping ring of flesh, a mixture of piss and cum spilled out after it and began splattering on the ground. Meeper had no control, his sphincters and urethra hung loosely open, and all he and Jason--who by now had fallen back into his chair, exhausted--could do was watch the puddle of mixed fluids grow larger and larger as it flowed towards the firepit and their feet before soaking into the ground.

"Damn, I filled you up good, huh," Jason tiredly observed, seeing the copious globs of his cum swirling in and mixing with Meeper's piss.

"Fuck me...that was...beyond amazing," Meeper murmured, his eyes on the growing puddle as well. He felt so terribly empty inside, so hollow as his urethra sagged in on itself, and yet so euphoric that he'd taken everything Jason had to give him, that he'd been a good cum receptacle for his buddy, and that he was now letting it all go in a blissful stream with his piss.

The two of them lapsed into silence, simply catching their breath while the last dregs of cum continued to drip from Jason's spent cock, and the remaining surge from Meeper's bladder eventually abated. The fire burned low, to nothing but glowing embers that eventually snuffed themselves out by the time Meeper and Jason had recovered enough to stand and clean up from dinner before turning in for the night.

After putting their supplies away by the light of a couple lanterns, the two bone-weary friends ducked into the oversized tent that they'd pitched earlier that day and dropped onto the extra-large camping cot, utterly drained. Meeper was too tired to even pull his low-hanging testicles up over the edge of the cot, instead letting them dangle down between his legs, and Jason did the same--it was as if the moment their heads touched their pillows, they had no energy to do anything else except lay there, side by side with their testicles hanging over the edge of the cot, and listen to the sounds of crickets chirping, owls hooting, and a few late-night campers idly chatting at nearby campsites, before dozing off.

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The next morning started bright, but definitely not early. Jason and Meeper slumbered heavily as the sun rose overhead in the clear and cloudless sky, and by the time they emerged from the tent, blinking in the glare of a new day and rubbing the sleep from their eyes, it was already past 10. But snoozing through a good chunk of the morning and sleeping in so late had been worth it--both Meeper and Jason felt well-rested and recovered from the previous day's exploits. Re-energized by a good night's sleep, they set to whipping up a breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausage, oatmeal, and biscuits.

Still wearing only their shirts, Meeper and Jason settled in their camp chairs again to scarf down their food--when Jason sat down with his bare ass, he felt that his canvas seat had dried out, though he found it still reeked of Meeper's musky cum.

"Dude, you definitely ruined this chair," Jason quipped through a mouthful of eggs and bacon.

"Heh, I wasn't the one who had an ass-full of jizz," Meeper retorted, grinning over the rim of his coffee mug.

"No, but you were the one who gave me an ass-full of jizz and then made me relax enough for it to spill out."

"Oh...okay, yeah, you got me there," Meeper conceded, chuckling.

The two of them chatted idly as they polished off their breakfast, and after cleaning their plates, they leaned back in their chairs and lounged while sipping the remains of their coffee.

"Seriously good cooking, it's been a while since I had a breakfast like that," Meeper noted, raising his mug to salute Jason.

"My pleasure, glad you enjoyed it!" Jason replied before he sighed wistfully and surveyed the campsite. "Does it get any better than this? The great outdoors and some fresh air, cooking in the wilderness and roughing it, chilling bottomless with my bro, no work, nothing to do..."

"Except more hiking," Meeper pointed out.

"Heh, except more hiking," Jason agreed. He took another sip of coffee before he continued, "But otherwise...man, this is the life."

"It's pretty good," Meeper mused--he glanced around to see a few birds in the trees nearby, while the shirtless horses at the campsite next to them were playing a friendly game of cornhole and drinking beer. Meeper turned his head to look at the site directly across from his and Jason's tent, where he saw the tiger kneeling on the ground in front of the orca and sucking the whale's pink cock, while the orca caressed the top of the tiger's head, praising him for doing such a good job of blowing him. Meeper grinned as he watched the couple openly and casually indulging, and he addressed Jason again. "Think we can make it better, though."

Jason, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, snickered and suggestively asked, "What, you want more breakfast sausage?"

"And some eggs, too."

The dragon smirked and opened his eyes to fix his gaze upon Meeper. "Well shit, if you want 'em, come and get 'em."

That was all Meeper needed to hear--without missing a beat, the wolf set his now-empty coffee mug aside, dragged his chair around so he sat directly in front of Jason, and he reached in between the dragon's splayed legs for his flaccid cock.

Jason grinned smugly while Meeper pulled his member up by the gold Prince Albert--he always loved the tantalizing tugging sensation on his glans and frenulum whenever someone yanked on his solid ring, and Meeper didn't release his hold until he had his arm wrapped around the dragon's blunt cockhead in a chokehold. Meeper flexed his bicep and forearm, squeezing the sensitive bulb, which was still cocooned in Jason's foreskin.

"Oooh, that's good," Jason groaned, gently squirming in his seat at the tight pressure around the corona of his glans, and his cock flexed in response, stiffening under Meeper's attention.

"Heh, gotta tease you just a little, considering how hard you fucked me last night," Meeper snickered before he lowered his face and nuzzled into the opening of the dragon's foreskin with his wet nose.

"Mmm, are you teasing or just getting right to the good stuff?" Jason huffed as Meeper nosed his meatus, tickling the soft lips.

"Oh, you'll know when I get to the good stuff," Meeper replied before dragging his tongue over Jason's urethral opening.

The dragon groaned and leaned back as Meeper locked onto his meatus with his mouth, effectively making out with Jason's urethra. He shuddered pleasurably when the wolf's moist, velvety tongue slid inside him and began lapping over his tender inner tissue, swirling his muscle around the soft walls of Jason's urethra and flicking it against the solid metal of his friend's genital piercing. Meeper moaned and smacked his lips wetly against Jason's meatus, salivating over the musky flavors he tasted; he even nibbled on the rim of Jason's urethra with his sharp teeth, drawing a few gasps from the dragon, and the enormous cock stiffened to full attention, though it was still trapped in Meeper's chokehold. As he shamelessly and messily made out with Jason's cock, Meeper worked his jaws and tongue to push as much of his drool into the open tunnel, slathering the insides of the dragon's urethra with an additional coating of saliva that mixed with Jason's natural secretions.

After a few minutes of teasing Jason and making the dragon squirm in his seat, Meeper relented, withdrawing his tongue with a loud slurp; he licked his lips as he raised his head from Jason's engorged glans, which now stretched his foreskin tightly around them. Meeper pulled down with his flexed arm, still gripping the dragon's cock firmly in his chokehold, but loosely enough to fully retract the dark gray foreskin and expose his friend's wide purple cockhead, which visibly pulsed with Jason's heartbeat.

"Mmm, that's some real good sausage," Meeper smirked before he raised his free arm...and pushed his hand into the slimed, drool-coated opening of Jason's urethra, stretching his meatus open.

"Aaaw, fuck dude," Jason groaned blissfully, leaning back further in his chair.

He watched through half-lidded eyes as Meeper slid his hand deeper into his cock, gliding smoothly against the sensitive lining of his urethral tunnel. The wolf's palm disappeared inside, followed by his wrist, and then his forearm...and then his elbow. Meeper held back from adding more, at least for now; after withdrawing again to the halfway point of his forearm, the wolf curled his outstretched fingers into a fist inside Jason's urethra and paused.

"Oooh yeah, punch it in," Jason said as he felt the wide bulge of Meeper's fist.

"With pleasure," Meeper said with a wink before he sank back into Jason, going up to his elbow once more.

"Oooooh fuuuuck," Jason breathed, savoring the feeling of being opened up by the wolf's fist.

Meeper twisted his arm around inside the dragon's urethra before he pulled out again...and then pushed in again as he started rhythmically pumping his fist back and forth inside his friend's cock. His arm slid like a greasy piston in its hydraulic cylinder as it smoothly glided up and down, in and out of Jason's meatus; Meeper's limb stretched the fleshy opening before letting it contract again, before spreading it apart once more, all while he twisted his arm to further tease the smooth tunnel he plunged into repeatedly. Jason spread his legs apart wider, giving Meeper more room to work with, and his balls hung down low over the edge of his seat. The dragon huffed and moaned intermittently and his tail twitched while his cock throbbed in Meeper's hold, all signs that he was enjoying himself immensely.

Meeper settled into a groove, simply fisting Jason's cock. Neither of them knew how long they carried on, with Meeper thrusting into Jason and Jason accepting Meeper's arm...but enough time passed that a bison and a couple rabbits--all of them nude except for their hiking backpacks and a few accessories--eventually came strolling along on the road that ran through the camping grounds. From their packs and the bandana wrapped around the bison's head, it was evident that they were on their way to one of the trailheads, and they would have continued walking if it weren't for one of the rabbits who ground to a halt in front of Meeper and Jason's campsite.

"Oh damn...hey, guys!" the light yellow rabbit said excitedly to his companions, getting them to stop walking and join him in ogling the wolf who was still fisting the dragon's cock with gusto. "It was these two!"

"What?" the bison asked before he processed what he was seeing. "Oh, whoa!"

"These guys!" the yellow rabbit said as he stepped closer while staying on the road, as if he didn't want to trespass on Jason and Meeper's campsite in pursuit of a better view. Jason groaned loudly as Meeper twisted his arm again, and the rabbit said, "I told you they were the ones making all that noise last night."

"Dude, you should've brought earplugs," the other rabbit, a dark chocolate, chuckled. "Although...wow, I didn't realize they were doing this..."

"God damn...that's hot," the bison muttered, his eyes glued to the scene.

Meeper, automatically grinding his arm in and out of Jason's cock with loud, repetitive schlop-schlop-schlops, grinned as he overheard his neighbors' conversation, and he glanced up at Jason. "Think we've got an audience."

"Heh, I noticed...you guys can come closer if you want!" Jason called over to the three onlookers.

The rabbits hesitated for a moment, but the bison eagerly stepped forward first, obviously hooked on the sight (as Meeper could see his cock beginning to emerge from his sheath), and the two lagomorphs quickly followed, until all three men hovered about ten feet away, satisfied with a clear view of the show.

"Damn...that doesn't hurt at all?" the chocolate rabbit asked as he saw Meeper sink his arm into Jason's urethra again and again.

"Nope, feels fuckin' awesome," Jason replied with a lusty smile as he let Meeper keep vigorously fisting him.

"Looks hot as fuck, too," the bison said; by now, his hand had drifted down to his own crotch and he began teasing himself, pulling on his chubbing cock and cupping his balls as he spectated.

Meeper kept up the tempo, siding his fist in and out of Jason's erection as if he were churning butter. His own arousal stiffened to full mast as he carried on, simply enjoying the fact that he was stuffing his arm down his friend's urethra and he had an audience to watch. As he sat between Jason's spread legs and continued working over the dragon's cock, Meeper listened to the bison and rabbits mutter among themselves about how deep he was going, how much Jason seemed to be enjoying himself, and possibly inviting the two of them back to their campsite for some fun later on--both rabbits sounded eager to ride Meeper and Jason's enormous cocks and test their limits.

As Meeper carried on and Jason took his fisting like a pro, it didn't take long for the three spectators hanging around to attract more curious campers. The horses from the campsite next door trotted over for a look, a few bears soon joined after that, a raccoon dropped in after that, a cluster of leopards and hyenas joined the party...and before long, a crowd of 15 had gathered to watch, all of them muttering among themselves, alternating between stroking their own cocks and each others' arousals, and calling out cheers of encouragement.

"Yeah, get in deep!"

"Fuckin' fill him up, man!"

"Yeah, stretch that hole, stuff him good!"

"Take that fist, champ!"

Meeper had been getting more and more excited as the crowd grew in size--his cock throbbed with arousal from being watched, and he could feel the heavy, thumping pulses in Jason's member as the dragon enjoyed being on display, too. Even though his arm was starting to tire from his constant pumping and twisting inside Jason's urethra, Meeper knew that he could simply keep going, just as he'd been doing for what felt like more than an hour now...then again, where was the fun in that, when there was now such a sizeable crowd to please?

"Having a good time?" Meeper asked Jason slyly.

"Fuckin' fantastic time," Jason groaned, pushing his hips up to meet Meeper's fist again.

"How about we make it even better, and really give these guys something to watch?" the wolf suggested, cocking an eyebrow.

Jason looked down at his friend, an intrigued gleam in his eyes as he chuckled. "Hell yeah...tell me you brought some toys."

"I've got just the ones," Meeper said with a wink. He released his chokehold on Jason's cockhead and withdrew his arm completely from the dragon's urethra--the vacuum pressure in the tunnel sucked sloppily at his hand as he pulled it out, but it released with a wet plop as he dragged his palm and fingers out past Jason's (once again) gaping meatus. He raised his arm for the benefit of the assembled crowd as he pushed himself out of his chair, showing off how his fur had become drenched with the mixture of wolf drool and dragon pre. "Hope you guys have been enjoying the show!"

The crowd hooted and clapped in response.

"I've got something real special I think you're really gonna like to see, just need to grab something from the truck first," Meeper explained as he strode over the large truck he and Jason had parked by their campsite.

The wolf rummaged around in the truck bed, moving quickly so he didn't keep his audience waiting too long--when he found the wood and steel footlocker he was looking for, he hauled it out and carried it back over to Jason, where he deposited the trunk on the ground with a heavy thump and a metallic ding as the objects inside the footlocker clanged against each other. Meeper theatrically opened the footlocker, keeping the items within hidden from the crowd's view, and he picked out the two objects he'd wanted to use. He closed the footlocker lid again, and on top of the trunk, he placed two large kettlebell weights--the crowd saw that the flared handles for the weights had been modified with locking latches similar to carabiner clips, allowing the kettlebells to be clipped onto something like a rope or chain.

"Alright--25 pounds apiece, for 50 pounds total," Meeper told the crowd as he gestured to the kettlebells. "What do you think I'm gonna do with these?"

"Strap them to the dragon's dick!" one of the hyenas in the crowd called.

"Nah, clip them to his balls!" the bison hollered.

Meeper grinned. "You got it! But where on his balls?" He made a show of surveying Jason's plump, oversized testicles, which hung over the edge of his seat and below his enormous thighs. The dragon's thick, gold ball-stretcher gleamed in the sunlight, drawing the crowd's eyes to how heavily it hung on top of Jason's nuts. "I could clip them to his ball-stretcher," Meeper began, mocking deep contemplation. "Or I could clip them around the neck of his sac...oh!" The wolf snapped his fingers, as if suddenly struck by an idea. "I've got just the place for them!"

Instead of settling back into his chair, Meeper stood between Jason's spread legs--the dragon's massive cock came up to the wolf's sternum, and Meeper gripped Jason's Prince Albert to hold his throbbing erection steady. The wolf raised his free hand and formed a fist with it...before, without warning, he punched deep into Jason's urethra, this time sinking in all the way to his shoulder in one instant, powerful plunge.

"Guuuuh!" Jason yelped and shuddered at the violent intrusion--Meeper's thick arm spread open the depths of his urethra, and his fist shot down through his prostate like an artillery round through gelatin, Jason was too surprised to even think of resisting and clenching around his friend's mitt.

"Oooooh!" the crowd gasped with a mixture of delight, sympathetic pain, and lustful arousal.

"Gotta get...reeeeeal deep," Meeper grunted with effort as he pushed even harder. He opened his clenched fist and stretched his fingers forward, feeling for the bend in Jason's plumbing that he was looking for, but he had no more of his arm to feed into the dragon's urethra. Fortunately, he found the opening he was looking for, which diverted him away from Jason's bladder and into the dragon's ejaculatory duct. He wormed his hand into the tight tube, and Jason writhed in his chair, but Meeper kept going.

"We're going allll the way...doooown," the wolf huffed as he shoved with his shoulder...and in a moment, Jason's cock began to compress, yielding to the force that Meeper applied to it as he kept pushing downward.

Jason grunted and panted as his cock gave way to Meeper's might, and he could feel the wolf's large hand plowing along his natural tubing, expanding it as he surged forward...

"Guuuuh fuuuuck!" Jason groaned as he felt Meeper's hand at last enter his scrotum...squeeze past his ball-stretcher...and clench around the vas deferens for both of his nuts.

"There we go," Meeper growled as he rooted around in Jason's sac to better position the dragon's testicles for what he was going to do next. "Got him by the balls...now we just need to..."

Meeper tugged upward, earning a yelp from Jason as the top of his right testicle banged against the bottom of his ball-stretcher--his left testicle hung lower from Meeper's grasp, but beat against the bottom of his right gonad. Meeper held the spermatic cords in a staggered fashion, so that instead of being dragged out side-by-side, the dragon's nuts would be pulled out single file, but at the same time.

"...haul..." Meeper grunted, emphasizing another mighty tug and earning another yelp from Jason.

"...them..." Meeper pulled again, and Jason gasped as he felt his right testicle slip through his ball-stretcher.

"...out!" Another sustained pull...and Jason jolted in his chair as his right testicle plopped free of his ball-stretcher, and was quickly followed by his left.

"Oooh fuuuck, dude!" the dragon cried out in ecstasy as Meeper tugged his balls upward, further, and further, through his ejaculatory duct...through his prostate, squeezing them through the organ one at a time, all while Meeper pulled them out by their spermatic cords...

The crowd watched, mesmerized, as Jason's ball-stretcher--no longer held up by the girth of his testicles--fell from his loose, empty sac and hit the ground...and then saw two enormous lumps form in the base of his cock as Meeper continued withdrawing his arm. The bulges in Jason's erection traveled upward along his member, swelling the shaft along their way before letting it contract again behind them...

Meeper pulled out his hand at last, which the crowd saw was clenched out two fleshy, deep red, sinewy cables. Meeper held the cables tightly and continued dragging backwards, pulling the wet cords taut as they continued unspooling from Jason's urethra...before the two enormous bulges reached the dragon's cockhead and made his glans swell as his meatus spread apart wider than before.

"Oooh fuck, oh fuckohfuckohfuckohfuuuuuuuck," Jason panted as his right testicle--a pale pink, plump sack of meat as big as a watermelon and encased in a veined membrane--pushed past his urethral lips and wetly slopped out of his cock. "Oh fuck, dude...fuuuck," was all the dragon could moan as Meeper kept pulling, kept tugging...until Jason's left testicle forced his meatus apart again and fell out into the open air.

Both nuts left behind only more of the spermatic cords that led back into Jason's cock, keeping his balls connected to his body. The organs glistened in the sunlight as they dangled from Meeper's hand, hanging like a pair of oversized cannonballs on chains. Meeper raised his arm, displaying the massive, immaculate, veiny, musky, and deliciously wet nuts for the cheering crowd.

"Not every day you see a big pair of dragon nuts like these, huh, guys?" he called, and the crowd clapped and whistled. Meeper indulged himself by roughly licking Jason's left testicle, dragging his tongue across the soft, veiny surface--he could taste the potent musk of his friend's sperm churning inside the organ, and part of him simply wanted to take a bite of the warm, fleshy nut, to get a satisfying mouthful of meat...but he restrained himself, simply licking his lips and savoring the flavor before he went on, "Normally these aren't supposed to see the light of day, but I think they'll be alright for a little while--I'll put them back in soon, but first..."

Meeper reached down with his free hand and picked up one of the kettlebells. He flicked open the carabiner latch and hooked the open handle around the spermatic cord of Jason's left testicle.

"I've gotta clip on one weight here..." he said, letting the latch spring shut again before he unceremoniously dropped the weight. Jason jolted in his chair again as the hard metal thudded wetly against his testicle, but the girth of the dragon's organ prevented the handle from slipping off.

"...and another here," Meeper said, repeating the process of attaching the kettlebell to Jason's right testicle. He let the weight drop, and Jason flinched and groaned as the kettlebell rested heavily against his gonad.

"There we go! 50 pounds heavier, and ready to stuff back inside!" Meeper declared, swinging Jason's balls by their cords for the applauding crowd--they swayed heavily back and forth. He addressed the wincing dragon as he asked, "You ready, bro?"

"Ah fuck...hoo, shit yeah, pop 'em back in," Jason grunted as he tried to adjust to the extra weight hanging off of his nuts.

"Atta boy," Meeper said encouragingly. With the crowd looking on, Meeper maneuvered Jason's testicles to hover just above the dragon's cockhead, holding them mere centimeters away from his gaping meatus. "Alright, here's one," Meeper said, lowering a heavy testicle to rest on top of Jason's glans.

Jason shuddered as he felt the sticky, moist membrane covering his testicle against the sensitive skin of his cockhead. "Ooooh shit," he groaned when Meeper pushed down and wiggled his gonad against his meatus; he relaxed as best as he could, simply letting Meepr spread his urethra open and wedge his enormous nut back inside the warm confines of his cock.

Meeper kept pushing, watching the lips of Jason's urethra dilate around the widest region of his testicle...before loosely contracting again as the nut plopped inside. Jason's meatus momentarily spread once more as his cock practically devoured the 25-pound kettlebell with ease--the weight wasn't quite as girthy as the dragon's testicle, and it disappeared past the dragon's urethral lips as if it had been swallowed whole. Jason's glans engorged with the hefty bulge made by his testicle and the kettlebell, and the dragon squirmed and moaned as the large lump began sliding back down his shaft like an egg in an ovipositor...

"And here's the other other," Meeper said, repeating the process of shoving Jason's remaining testicle back into the dragon's urethra.

"Hnnng...ugh shiiiit," Jason breathed as his cock swallowed up the other testicle and the kettlebell clipped to his spermatic cord. It formed another bulge on top of the first nut that Meeper had reinserted, and the wolf pushed his arm inside Jason's urethra, forcing the two weighted balls down, deeper, back into the dragon.

"Alright, we're almost there...hey, don't forget to put your ball-stretcher back on," Meeper pointed out for Jason as he continued stuffing his testicles back inside of him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah..." Jason grunted as he bent forward to pick up the thick, heavy gold band that had fallen from his empty scrotum, and he slid it up over his limp sac, holding it in place so Meeper could push his testicles back through it.

"There we go," Meeper muttered, watching along with the crowd as the enormous bulges in Jason's cock descended and melded into his groin...before stopping. "Come on, dude, you gotta relax," Meeper instructed when he felt Jason's prostate clenching, putting up a modicum of resistance. "These are your nuts, you've gotta let me get them back in."

"I'm trying, I'm trying," Jason panted, almost unable to stand the pressure and the pleasure he felt as Meeper smushed his nuts against his prostate. He took slow, deep breaths...in...and out...in...and out...

"Yeah, good job, bud," Meeper chuckled when he felt the passage of Jason's urethra loosen slightly, and he pushed the dragon's fleshy gonads through.

"Oh man...oh fuck, I can feel the weights on there," Jason whimpered--the kettlebells pressed firmly against his prostate as they slid through his urethra...and into his ejaculatory duct. Unlike his testicles, which could compress as they squeezed through the now-distended gland and expanded tubing, the kettlebells were solid steel, unyielding as they forced their way past the dragon's inner tissues.

"Yeah, I bet you can," Meeper chuckled, stuffing Jason's testicles deeper...and deeper, back into the opening of his scrotum. "Just about there...just gotta get these bad boys all the way in," he mused as he pushed Jason's nuts back through the constricting ring of his ball-stretcher...before they dropped heavily, filling out his sac once more, although now the scales and skin stretched even tighter thanks to the extra mass of the kettlebells in addition to his oversized stones. Jason moaned as he felt his scrotum fill out again, and Meeper chuckled while he began withdrawing his arm once more. "There, how's that feel?"

"Nice and full," Jason huffed as his hands drifted down from his ball-stretcher--which he had been holding until his testicles had slid back in place for the gold band to rest on top of--to his plump balls, fawningly rubbing over the sensitive organs that had once been dragged out of him and now rested comfortably in their proper place again. He squeezed his sac, feeling the hefty kettlebells through the wall of his scrotum, and his stiff cock bobbed as Meeper finished pulling his hand out of his urethra.

"You're gonna keep those in there for a while," Meeper told him, more for the crowd's benefit than for Jason's--by the satisfied gleam in the dragon's eye, the wolf could tell that the dragon was in love with the added weight pulling his testicles down from inside his scrotum.

---

"Fuck, man, did you have to give me 50 pounds?"

After finishing their show at the campsite, the crowd had dispersed and let Meeper and Jason get on with their day (though many of the spectators had invited the two of them to visit their tents later); Meeper and Jason had departed for one of the nearby trailheads. They were walking on a path next to a babbling brook, both of them bottomless and their cocks and balls swaying between their legs--Jason had taken to occasionally cradling his testicles in his hands, trying to lighten the load he carried.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Meeper said in reply to Jason's complaint. He snickered as he added, "You know you love having that extra weight."

"Well, yeah," Jason agreed, huffing. "But it's not great for hiking, you know?"

"What, you would have rather just sat around with it?"

"At least for a little bit, just to get more used to it."

"Heh, think of it like pumping iron in the gym," Meeper advised, walking ahead of Jason on the path. He glanced back at his friend, who was still holding his balls as he hiked. "You've got some strong nuts, bro, this is just a way of making them even better."

Jason chuckled. "When you put it like that...oof!" He released his hold on his balls, letting them drop back down between his thighs and hang from his groin unsupported. He winced at the weight tugging his testicles downward, but he couldn't deny that it felt incredible to be carrying so much solid steel in his sac. "Oh man...fuck it, now I want more weight."

Meeper laughed. "Dude, already? The 25s are the heaviest I've got...for now," he added as he ducked under a low tree branch that had grown over the path. "I'll make some bigger weights for you when we get back home."

"I'll hold you to it," Jason said, grinning. "I want you to give me all you got!"

---

Meeper and Jason ended up hiking for most of the day, following the Eulah's Trek trail, which connected to the Saurgum Penny path, which led to the Adelaide's Cabin trail, before they circled back using the Vrain Pass--as they hiked, they took in as much of the beautiful scenery as they could, marveling at the the gushing waterfalls tumbling over cliffs and the meadows they passed by; Meeper and Jason splashed through shallow streams and scrambled up steep and stony inclines while navigating switchbacks and well-worn paths on their way up to higher elevation, before they eventually made their way down through heavily forested terrain, occasionally catching glimpses of the majestic Saterra Mountains through breaks in the trees. All in all, the two friends wended their way along 14 miles of rocky paths that led them all around Delos Park.

It was late afternoon by the time Meeper and Jason finally trudged back to their campsite, their feet (and Jason's weighted balls) sore and their stomachs growling noisily. After a few handfuls of snack food and a solid nap in the tent, the dragon and the wolf groggily re-emerged from their shelter in the summer twilight--crickets were chirping and lightning bugs flashed in and out of sight, and it seemed appropriate to start preparing dinner, this time a filling beef stew. Meeper cooked over the open fire that Jason built, and after each getting a large bowl of stew from the pot, the two of them ate in relative silence, more intent on shoveling the hot, nourishing meat and veggies into their mouths and restoring their energy.

Fortunately, by the time they finished scarfing everything down, both Meeper and Jason had perked up considerably, their stomachs full...and their libidos evidently in full force, based on the fact that their dicks had begun to firm up once again.

"Feeling frisky?" Jason asked, glancing at the large slab of wolf meat as he set his empty bowl aside.

"Heh, I should ask you the same thing," Meeper quipped, nodding at Jason's already-engorged semi. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking..." Jason started, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as his gaze drifted over to the closed footlocker that still sat by their camping chairs, "it might be time to bring out a couple extra tools."

The wolf chuckled, sitting back in his chair. "Got a lot of good stuff in that toy chest, might be hard to choose with so many options."

"Nah, I've got just the thing in mind," Jason said confidently, reaching for the footlocker.

Meeper watched, intrigued, as the dragon opened the chest and began rummaging around inside, pushing several heavy, metallic objects aside and against each other as he searched...then picked something out...searched more...grabbed something else...

"Yeah, and this," Jason mused to himself, plucking one more object out from the sea of toys in the chest before he flipped the lid shut again. In the light of the fire, Meeper saw the dragon lay his chosen tools on top of the lid of the footlocker: a long coil of thick, solid silicone that was four inches in diameter, a blunt, stainless steel rod over two feet long and five inches wide, and a boxcutter. "Well, how about it?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow at Meeper, as if challenging him.

The wolf snickered. "I love the way your brain works, man."

It took no time at all for the sounding session to begin in earnest. After Meeper adjusted his chair so he sat face-to-face with the dragon, Jason picked up the coil of silicone he had pulled out--when he unspooled it to its full length, the flexible, double-ended sounding rod was nearly seven feet long, with both ends of it tapering to dull speartips perfect for plunging past resistant sphincters (if Meeper and Jason had any resistance remaining in their sphincters, that is). The dragon handed one end of the sounding rod to Meeper, while he began feeding his own end into his urethra, easily sliding it past the ring of his meatus and stuffing it down the length of his now-erect cock.

"Man, your dick's hungry tonight, huh?" Meeper joked, observing how fast Jason was pushing the sounding rod into himself.

"Mmf...fuck yeah, needs some extra stuffing after you stuffed those weights in my sac this morning," Jason grunted, feeding another few inches of silicone into his urethra.

"I don't know, dude, something to be said for just...taking it easy," Meeper replied while he, like Jason, slipped the blunt tip of the flexible sounding rod in past his meatus, but he didn't immediately slide the silicone length as far down into his cock as he could go. Instead, the wolf took his time thrusting the rod up and down in his urethra, teasing himself and feeding the silicone into himself in small increments. Meeper moaned as he worked his urethra open before letting it contract again, then open, then closed...again and again as he penetrated himself, worming the rod deeper into his urethra on every downward thrust.

"Oooh yeah, man, keep doing that, feels amazing on my end," Jason huffed while plumbing his depths; the vibrations caused by Meeper's thrusting rattled along the sounding rod and traveled the length of the silicone before dissipating into the stiff, spongy tissue of the dragon's cock. Jason savored the sensations zinging through his shaft--it almost felt like a long tentacle was writhing and twitching within him as he sank his end of the sounding rod deeper...deeper...expanding his urethra as he felt it bend with the curve of his cock on its downward journey...

"Hell yeah...mmf, that's the good stuff," Meeper moaned, flicking his wrist up and down rapidly to drag the flexible rod out before shoving it back in, inserting more and more of it as he worked. He could feel his urethra widen around the firm silicone; he groaned, in love with the fact that the sticky, rubbery material was pulling at his meatus on every upward pull and forcing his urethral lips back into place on every downward jab, all while the wide, solid hose rubbed teasingly against the fleshy walls of his penile tunnel.

Meeper and Jason kept it up, huffing and panting, growling and groaning, louder and louder. While they'd made many of the same vocalizations during the previous night's exploits, their mutual urethral fisting session hadn't drawn an audience. But tonight, as the wolf and the dragon grunted and gasped while sounding themselves on the double-ended silicone rod, a couple spectators made the trip over to their campsite--specifically, their horse neighbors, who still wore only their shorts, but carried with them their chairs and cans of beer.

The horses, a toned Mustang and a burly Auxois, drew near to the campfire for a good look at the dragon and the wolf sounding their cocks--in the flickering light of the fire, Jason could see that both equines had sizeable bulges in their crotches, their meat barely contained by their denim shorts.

"Yo, what's good?" the Mustang asked by way of greeting.

"Heh, welcome, guys," Jason said as he continued pushing more of his end of the sounding rod into himself--he could feel the tip was three-quarters of the way down his shaft, and steadily approaching his groin.

"Couldn't get enough earlier?" the Auxois asked amiably before taking a sip of his beer.

"Hell nah, we live for this kind of thing," Jason replied, grinning.

"Nice...you both look real hot stuffing your dicks like that," the Mustang said, glancing between Jason and Meeper. "You cool if we watch?"

"Yeah, man...whew, go for it," Meeper answered with a satisfied huff. "It's a good thing you brought your chairs, we're gonna be at this for a while."

"Awesome! We were wondering when you two were gonna start up again," the Auxois said as he and his companion set their chairs on the other side of the firepit and settled into their seats.

"Heh, saw something you liked when we were playing this morning?" Meeper asked as he continued gliding the sounding rod in and out of himself--by now he'd made it to the base of his cock, and he kept incrementally inserting more of the silicone length as he teasingly thrust it back and forth.

"Oh yeah--we've both been curious about sounding, but haven't done any yet," the Auxois said as he and the Mustang reached into their crotches and unzipped their flys before unbuttoning their waistbands, letting their stiffening members flop out. "We've been watching some stuff online, and it's been hot..."

"But seeing you guys going at it like this...wow," the Mustang added in awe, fingering the unflared head of his cock while he and the Auxois shamelessly ogled the dragon and the wolf before them. The smell of equine musk wafted over and mixed with the scents of body odor, sweat, and lust already emanating from Jason and Meeper, and the horses began slowly stroking their arousals as the Mustang continued, "You're on, like, a whole different level."

Meeper chuckled. "Well, if you think what we're doing right now is hot, I think you're really gonna enjoy what's next."

Both Meeper and Jason continued sliding their respective ends of the flexible sounding rod into their urethras, plunging deeper and deeper--Jason continually pushing, Meeper dipping in a few inches at a time while still thrusting back and forth--and shortening the length of thick silicone between their meatuses. For the benefit of their audience, Jason and Meeper made a show of fingering their urethral lips, teasing themselves with an extra stretch before they groped their cocks and squeezed the firm column of silicone that bulged out of the undersides of their shafts.

"Ooh man that feels so good sliding in," Jason said as he felt the sounding rod enter his groin and bend with the natural curve of his urethra as it snaked up towards his bladder.

"Shit, you getting a good squeeze on your prostate?" Meeper asked, feeling the blunt tip press into the confines of his gland.

"Yeah, feels like I'm gonna jizz any second, but it's...different, like in reverse. Feels fucking awesome," Jason huffed, grinning; out of the corner of his eye, he could see the horses on the other side of the campfire stroking their dicks faster now, clearly enjoying the display and added commentary from him and Meeper.

"Ooooh shit...oh shit, getting it into my bladder," Meeper said, slowing his thrusting to a constant push now as the sounding rod forced its way past his sphincter. He fed more of the rod into himself, relishing the feeling of the hefty, firm length of silicone coiling on itself as more of it entered his bladder.

"Yeah, bud, getting in there, too," Jason murmured; he saw that there were only a few inches of silicone rod left in the open between the tips of his and Meeper's erections, and he pushed his hips forward. "Come on, meet me in the middle."

"Mmf...that's it," Meeper grunted, copying Jason's movements...until the last inch of the sounding rod disappeared into his urethra, and his cockhead kissed Jason's. Their Prince Alberts slid against each other as they pressed their glans together, and neither Jason nor Meeper could resist stroking their members, deliberately, slowly, only to tease themselves.

"Heh, shame this isn't a hollow sound, would love to trade some piss with you," Jason smirked. "Get it right from my bladder and into yours."

"Maybe next time," Meeper said with a wink. He continued gently stroking his cock as he turned to look over at the Mustang and Auxois, both of them pumping their hands up and down their raging boners. "You guys enjoying the show?"

"Oh, fuck yeah!" the burly Auxois called back, taking care to squeeze hard under his now-flared cockhead. "You guys are amazing! Can't believe that rod's just gone and inside you both right now..."

"So hot," the Mustang murmured, mesmerized by the sight of Jason and Meeper's cocks kissing and entranced by the knowledge that the sounding rod lodged inside both of them ran all the way from Meeper's bladder to Jason's.

"It feels fuckin' awesome," Jason told them with a chuckle.

"I think you guys would love doing this...although you might not want to jump to the big stuff immediately," Meeper advised.

"Yeah, we'll start small...but definitely want to work up to the big stuff," the Auxois said fervently.

The Mustang's eyes grew wide when he at last noticed the stainless steel rod resting on top of the footlocker next to Jason's chair--the metal shaft glinted in the firelight, reflecting the red-orange glare and appearing as a glowing, two-and-a-half feet long, five-inch wide pole. "Oh shit, that one's thicker than my dick," the Mustang gasped. "Can...can you actually take that?"

Meeper grinned cockily. "Yeah, you wanna see?"

"Hell yeah!" the Mustang replied.

Meeper winked at Jason before he continued, "Well, first we're gonna need to get this rod out...wanna help?"

"How?"

Meeper motioned for the Mustang to come over--after shucking off his shorts so he was no longer encumbered with them, the horse stood from his chair and swaggered over to stand by Meeper and Jason, right next to the point where the tips of their cocks were still pressed together. Meeper scooted back in his seat--as he did so, part of the sounding rod extracted itself from his urethra, revealing a slimy, slick, glistening length of silicone long enough for a hand to wrap around it.

"Here, grab right there in the middle," Meeper instructed. The horse did as he was told, gripping the wet silicone tightly with his strong hand. "And just yank out as hard as you can."

The Mustang's eyebrows rose in surprise. "You sure?"

"Oh yeah, and don't stop, just keep going until it's all out."

"Alright, if you say so," the Mustang said, adjusting his stance to better ground himself. He breathed in deep...and then pulled hard.

"Ooooh, fuuuuuuck yeah!" Jason and Meeper moaned together as the smooth silicone was roughly tugged out of their bladders.

Inch after inch of silicone rubbed against the insides of their prostates on the way out, prompting further squirms and groans from Jason and Meeper.

"Hoooo shit, keep going!"

"Fuck...feels awesome going in and fuckin' unbelievable coming out!"

The Mustang kept going, hauling out more of the double-ended sounding rod from both enormous erections, dragging it completely out of their bladders, out from their prostates...and finally, with two loud schlps, out of their urethras, leaving them both totally empty again.

"Damn...nicely done!" Meeper panted up at the Mustang holding the seven slippery feet of solid silicone.

"You guys must have really liked that, huh?" the Mustang asked, looking down at Meeper and Jason's throbbing members, both pulsating with arousal as their urethras gaped wide open.

"Oh yeah, that was perfect...here, I can take that," Jason said, motioning for the Mustang to hand over the limp length of silicone.

"And it's time I take this big guy," Meeper said, reaching for the stainless steel rod resting on the footlocker.

The Mustang deposited the silicone sounding rod in Jason's lap--which Jason then coiled into a neat spool again--before he returned to his chair on the other side of the fire. Both he and the Auxois watched Meeper angle his heavy, steel rod so the blunt tip teased the open rim of his meatus, ready to slide into the moist tunnel within his cock. Jason idly sat back in his chair and began languidly fingering his own urethral opening as Meeper twisted the steel column between his fingers, coating the dull point of the sounding rod with the slick pre that had already begun to well up in his urethra.

"Ready?" the wolf asked his audience.

"Yeah, push that rod in," the Auxois breathed excitedly.

Meeper smirked...and then jammed the shaft down into himself. "Ooooh shit," he hissed, plunging deeper and twisting the rod as he did so; the horses and Jason could see the outline of the sounding rod's blunt tip through the taut skin of Meeper's cock, inflating his urethra like an oblong balloon as it drove down into him.

"Fuck, man, that's awesome," the Mustang mused, stroking his member as he watched, entranced by the sight of Meeper sounding himself.

"How's it feel?" Jason asked while he continued fingering his own urethra, dipping his digits in and out of his meatus before pulling his lips apart to tease himself.

"Good as hell...fuckin' A, I love stuffing my dick," Meeper groaned. He kept going, impaling his shaft with pleasure as he spread his urethra wide, and inch after inch of solid steel disappeared past his meatus as his cock easily swallowed the unforgiving rod. His glans stayed engorged as they were spread apart by the unforgiving steel, and Meeper shuddered as he felt every bump of the sounding rod against the barbells of his Jacob's Ladder through the soft tissue of his cock.

"Damn, you're just putting it away like it's nothing," the Auxois observed while he continued pumping his hand up and down his own member.

Meeper snickered--he'd already devoured more than half of the sounding rod with apparent ease. "What can I say? Gotta feed the beast!"

The wolf kept pushing, smoothly gliding the sounding rod into himself, and soon the tip of it sank beyond the base of his cock and disappeared into his groin. Two feet of stainless steel had been lodged inside, widening Meeper's natural, fleshy plumbing, and as the wolf teased his prostate with the tip of the rod, only a few inches of metal protruded from his meatus, resting heavily against his silver Prince Albert. "Man, I would say it can't get any better than this," Meeper huffed with an exhilarated grin, "but it actually can."

"How?" the Mustang asked, intrigued.

Meeper's grin turned into a devious smirk. "Like this," he said as he stood from his chair. His stuffed erection wagged in front of him as he shuffled into position between Jason's legs.

The dragon, catching on with a knowing smile, gripped the base of his cock and angled his member to align with the wolf's as Meeper grabbed the sides of Jason's shaft, simultaneously holding it steady and pulling downward to spread his meatus apart, opening the orifice to expose the long, dark, moist tunnel that waited for him.

Meeper rolled his hips forward. The tip of his cock pressed against Jason's glans for a moment, smushing the sensitive bulb...before, with a powerful shove, Meeper's mushroom-shaped cockhead popped into Jason's urethra.

"Whoa!" both horses exclaimed, stunned to see the wolf penetrate the dragon's cock.

"Ooooh yeah, there we go," Meeper chuckled, licking his lips.

Jason groaned. "Fuuuck, man...get in there..."

Meeper obliged, pushing his hips further forward and greasily sliding his thickened length into Jason's urethra, as if stuffing one sausage into another. The wolf savored the tight warmth of the dragon's snug tunnel and the of Jason's Prince Albert dragging along the underside of his shaft, while Jason shuddered and reveled in the satisfying, full sensation of having his urethra forcibly expanded as Meeper's Prince Albert, Jacob's Ladder, and the protruding tip of the sounding rod all rubbed exquisitely against his delicate inner walls. Jason's cock bloated with the immense girth that was invading it, until Meeper was fully hilted inside his friend, with the dragon's blunt purple glans pressed against his groin. The wolf's cock reached three-quarters of the way down Jason's shaft, but even though Meeper didn't fill him completely, the dragon was in ecstasy at the fact that his friend was totally inside him.

"Damn...I can feel your heartbeat, dude," Jason breathed, stroking his fattened shaft.

"Heh, I can feel yours, too...mm, can't get enough of that dragon dick," Meeper said as he began pulling out...before he thrust back in with a wet squelch.

"Get as much as you want," Jason grunted as Meeper started humping into his urethra.

The two horses watched, spellbound, as Meeper idly thrust in and out of Jason. There was an almost lazy arrogance to how Meeper fucked his friend's cock--the wolf wasn't going fast enough to work himself up to the point of climax, but powerfully enough to make sure that he was enjoying every inch of dragon urethra that slid around his member like a sleeve. It was as if he was making a show of displaying his dominance--he didn't need to cum in Jason's urethra to make the dragon aware of the fact that he was nothing but a hole to be filled; to be filled by not only by the wolf's cock, but also by the sounding rod still lodged within Meeper's urethra. The Auxois and the Mustang continued stroking their members, and pre freely oozed from their own urethras and dribbled down their rock-hard shafts as they spectated; by the light of the fire, they saw Jason thrusting his hips upward to meet Meeper's humping, they saw Meeper clutching Jason's shaft tightly as he repeatedly stuffed his cock into the dragon's depths, and they saw both of them grinning lustfully at each other as they moaned and groaned and snarled and growled in delight...

Until, after who knew how much time passed, Meeper slowed to a stop. "Think I could go for a messy finish," he said to Jason. "How about you?"

The dragon chuckled. "Why do you think I got the boxcutter out?"

"Heh, good point. Wanna work up to it?"

"You read my mind, dude."

The horses on the other side of the campfire watched Meeper step back to pull his cock out of Jason's urethra. The wolf and the dragon grimaced--Jason because he was being emptied out after feeling so deliciously full, and Meeper because of the dragon's tight grip on his sensitive cock. But within a few moments, Meeper extracted his member (sounding rod and all) with a loud plop; the Auxois and the Mustang saw the wolf's cock, covered in the dragon's natural secretions, glistening wetly in the firelight as Meeper sat back down in his chair and began pulling out the stainless steel shaft still lodged in his urethra. Meeper groaned as the sounding rod rubbed against his insides on its way out, and both horses' eyes widened when they saw again how much metal Meeper had stuffed inside himself.

"Can't believe you took all that," the Mustang muttered as Meeper finished pulling the rod out.

"Heh, it helps having a dick as big as an arm," Meeper chuckled, setting the used sounding rod aside. He grunted when he felt Jason's hands cupping his balls, and he saw that the dragon had already leaned forward to grab his nuts. "Getting started already, dude?"

"No time like the present," Jason snickered as he pulled the wolf's testicles up from the ground. The dragon smothered the neck of Meeper's over-stretched scrotum in one hand and pulled down, resting the bottom of his palm against the top of the wolf's balls and making the soccer ball-sized organs press snugly against the inside of his sac.

Meeper, in return, reached for Jason's plump balls--the dragon's scrotum didn't have as much slack as his own, but Meeper was able to pull his friend's nuts far enough from between Jason's legs so they rested in his lap. The extra weight of the kettlebells made the dragon's testicles especially hefty, but Meeper didn't mind; as soon as he had Jason's balls in hand, Meeper began tugging and pulling on them, and Jason started to do the same.

With the horses watching them, Meeper and Jason began playing a facsimile of tug-o-war--they pulled on each others' nuts, dragging them farther and farther away from their respective groins before slacking off to give each other a break...before resuming their firm tugs and sporadic yanks.

"Oh, oh, oh, yeah, right there," Meeper panted as Jason tugged on his testicles in a series of rapid jerks.

"Fuck...more, more...keep going," Jason groaned as Meeper pulled harder, increasing the tension on his spermatic cords.

The two of them kept tugging, yanking, twisting, squeezing--it was like a scene out of a candy shop, where Meeper and Jason were hauling huge lumps of taffy. They stretched each others' scrotums to the limit, and every hard pull and tight clench on their balls made their cocks throb and twitch with arousal and desire. The Mustang and the Auxois kept stroking themselves, enthralled by the show and the fact that Meeper and Jason could endure so much...but the dragon and the wolf were only just getting started.

Tugs eventually became taps, with Meeper and Jason first lightly drumming their fingers on top of the semi-squishy organs they grasped.

"Heh, that tickles, man!" Jason chuckled as Meeper gently patted his enormous nuts with his fingertips.

"How about this?" Meeper began striking harder and faster, making a more audible pit-pat-pit-pat-pit-pat-pit-pat as his digits hit against Jason's gonads.

"Yeah, that's more like it," Jason crooned as he flicked his finger hard on Meeper's testicles at a quick tempo, which elicited a soft moan from the wolf.

Their tapping increased in frequency and power, sending more and more jolts of pain and pleasure up into their guts, until Meeper and Jason eventually hit their limit of how fast and how hard they could drum and flick with just their fingers.

"Think it's time for a little more...maybe something like this?" Jason suggested, lightly paddling Meeper's balls with his whole hand.

"Oooh, that's nice!" Meeper grunted at the soft strike.

"Yeah, you want some more?"

"Come on, buddy, hit 'em good!"

Jason obliged his friend with a loud SMACK.

"Guuuh yeeeessss!" Meeper groaned--Jason had swatted harder, with enough force to slam a door. Still relishing the electrifying jolt in his system, Meeper returned the favor and smacked Jason's testicles with an equal amount of power.

"Oooh yeah!"

The two of them traded blows, grunting and growling after each strike; as Meeper and Jason carried on, doling out SMACK after SMACK after SMACK to each others' testicles, the horses on the other side of the campfire winced with sympathetic pain as they heard every loud hit...but they never stopped jerking off. Their hands practically flew up and down their shafts as they watched Meeper and Jason smack each other harder and harder in the balls. As they heard the agonized and pleasured moans and groans rising from the wolf and the dragon, the Auxois began fondling and tapping his own balls, while the Mustang, slack-jawed with lust, tugged his large, egg-sized nuts as he kept stroking and squeezing his shaft.

As the night wore on, Jason and Meeper alternated between teasing each other and begging each other for more.

"Fuuuck, dude, go harder!"

"Heh, you call that a hit? That was so weak!"

"Ooh shit, keep it up, you're gonna pop my nut!"

"Fuck me, you hit like a bitch, bro!"

"Oooooh yeah, right there! Again!"

It didn't take long for the two of them to ramp up in power--Meeper soon began hitting hard enough to spike a volleyball, which Jason matched for a while before batting with enough force to send a baseball flying out of a stadium.

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK--the hits were constant, unrelenting, powerful...they would have been spirit-shattering to the unprepared man, but Meeper and Jason reveled in such beautiful torment. They gasped and groaned, wanting more...more...more...and their smacks graduated to full-on punches.

WHUD!

"Oooh fuck yes!" Meeper softly howled when Jason's clenched fist connected with his aching nuts.

WHUD!

"Shiiiiiiiit yeah!" Jason yelled when Meeper's knuckles struck his throbbing testicles.

The horses watched, wide-eyed and amazed, and still openly stroking their cocks as the two friends busted each others' balls for what seemed like hours on end. Sweat formed on Meeper and Jason's brows, both from the physical exertion of continually punching each other and from the combined effort of enduring so much pain and holding back their orgasms--this was as good as edging to the two of them, and they were driving each other wild as they carried on. The sounds of fists colliding with fleshy meat intermingled with the gasps, yelps, groans, and pleas for more that rose from Jason and Meeper...

Until, eventually, Jason delivered one more hard blow.

"Aaaaah fuck!" Meeper yelped--in a haze of pleasure and hormones, the wolf finally slumped back in his chair. His testicles ached beyond belief, as if they'd been tenderized by a steel mallet, yet his cock was drooling slick pre like a leaking hose. He was on the verge of climaxing, and he had to release his hold on Jason's nuts as he breathed deeply to calm himself.

"Heh, finally got to your limit, huh?" Jason panted with bravado--he knew that if Meeper had delivered one or two more hits to his nuts, he would have been blasting hot cum uncontrollably all over the wolf. It was pure luck that Meeper had to tap out first, but Jason still wanted to make it seem like he could have taken even more.

"Man...if I'm close, I know you're right at the fuckin' edge," Meeper chuckled, seeing right through the dragon's act.

Jason shook his head, snickering. "Yeah, you got me...still want that messy finish?"

"You know it, big guy."

Jason, still holding Meeper's large nuts in his lap, reached for the top of the footlocker again, where the boxcutter sat. He plucked the tool from the top of the chest and flicked the safety handle into place, extending the industrial razor blade from its aluminum housing. The carbon steel blade glinted in the red-orange light of the campfire, and Jason held the boxcutter steady as he angled it above Meeper's left testicle.

"You ready, dude?"

Meeper nodded. "Fuck yeah, get 'em out of there."

The horses craned their necks to watch Jason press the boxcutter against Meeper's scrotum...and then the dragon dragged the blade down over the tightly-stretched skin, sliding the razor along as easily as if he were unzipping a coat.

"Ooooh yeah," Meeper moaned as he felt the blade slice through his scrotum. Since meeting the dragon, Meeper and Jason had done this a handful of times; the first had been positively orgasmic, and each time since then had been equally pleasurable, just as it was now. Meeper could feel his skin separating under the sharp razor blade, and he loved the sensation of his testicle bulging against the opening that Jason was cutting into his sac.

Jason went all the way from the top of Meeper's left testicle to the bottom of it, grinning as he saw the pale pink flesh of the wolf's organ already popping into view, as if the ball were actively trying to push out to freedom. Jason finished making the cut and repeated the slice for Meeper's right testicle, and in a matter of moments, the wolf had two long incisions on his scrotum. Before he forgot to do so, Jason closed the boxcutter and handed it over to Meeper--the wolf held onto the tool and waited with bated breath...before jolting as he felt Jason's fingers push into one of the cuts he'd just made.

"Oh fuck!" Meeper yelped while Jason casually reached into the right incision in the wolf's scrotum.

Jason smirked, fumbling around with his fingers to get a good grip on the slippery organ inside. After a moment, his digits wrapped around Meeper's sensitive testicle and, as if he were simply extracting a gopher from its den in the ground, Jason pulled out the wolf's testicle; he popped it past the opening in Meeper's scrotum and let the meaty, rotund, veiny, and musky organ hang freely from its spermatic cord.

"Ooooh man, that's good," Meeper sighed, relishing the feeling of fresh air on the bare flesh of his testicle.

"And let's get the other one," Jason said--without further ado, he repeated the process with the Meeper's left testicle, and in another moment, both of the wolf's enormous nuts were freely dangling from his now-empty scrotum. "And that, gentlemen, is how you get a wolf's family jewels," Jason called, holding up Meeper's nuts for the horses on the other side of the campfire to see.

"Daaaaamn," the Auxois muttered while the Mustang whistled low at the sight of the glistening sacks of meat and nerves. "What are you gonna do with those, man?"

"Heh, funny you should ask," Jason chuckled. He gazed at Meeper's fat nuts, holding one in each hand. He could feel the vibrations of Meeper's aroused shivering, the pulse of the wolf's heartbeat, the subtle contractions as both testicles churned more sperm within them...Meeper was close, so incredibly close. He just needed one last thing to push him over the edge.

"I was thinking I could just eat them," Jason said before he licked over both of the testicles together. They were so warm on his tongue, as if they were a couple of particularly plump dumplings he'd just pulled out of a steamer. His mouth watered at the musky flavor he tasted, and he squeezed the balls in his clutches, teasing Meeper just a little more. "They're pretty juicy...and they've got lots of protein in them...but I think, if we really want to get him off, " he continued, now gazing down at Meeper and seeing the expectation, the anticipation, and the mixture of dread and excitement on his face, "that I need to just..."

SQUISH!

"AaaaAAAAARRRGHOOOOOOOOO!" Meeper howled for everyone to hear as he instantly came; hot, viscous ropes of translucent cum--without a single sperm cell in it--spurted in gushing waves out of his urethra as Jason crushed both of his testicles in his hand, squeezing them into a pulpy mass as if he'd just obliterated a couple of stress balls.

"Pop them!" Jason finished as he clenched his hands tighter to make the gooey lumps of formless flesh squish and squelch through his fingers.

"Aaaaah fuck, aaaaah fuuuuuuck!" Meeper moaned. Sometimes he forgot how strong the big dragon truly was--Jason, who could lift 450 pounds like it was nothing, who could swing a tennis racket hard enough to burst a ball on the court, had completely destroyed both of his testicles in the blink of an eye. The wolf knew this was coming, and had been hoping that Jason would just push him over the edge and make him cum instantaneously, but losing his nuts so fast still surprised him. He would have tried to process the shock, but Meeper couldn't do anything except groan and pant his way through his climax as a tidal wave of hormones drowned out every other coherent thought.

"Shit, he really liked that, huh?" the Mustang asked, watching from afar as Meeper painted himself with cum.

"He fuckin' loved it," Jason snickered as more of the wolf's now-impotent semen splattered to the ground. "The hard part now is just waiting for my turn."

"Wait," the Auxois began, realizing what Jason had meant. "You mean...you're gonna--"

"Have him bust my balls just like that, oh yeah," Jason confirmed with a lustful smile as he dropped the decimated, mushy remains of Meeper's testicles and wiped his hands on his shirt. "Just gotta wait for him to recover."

It took a few minutes for Meeper to regain his senses, but the wolf, still catching his breath and splatter-painted with huge globs of his own cum, eventually mustered up enough energy and the presence of mind to push himself to sit up in his chair. As Meeper recovered, his flagging cock drooped downwards over his empty sac, oozing the last dregs of dripping seminal fluid. By the time Meeper was sitting upright and preparing for his turn with Jason's balls, the dragon had let the wolf's limp, stretched scrotum slip back to the ground between Meeper's feet, along with his pulped and useless balls; they mushy organs lay pathetically in the dust, still glistening wetly in the fire as more of Meeper's natural body fluids seeped out of them and soaked into the ground.

"Alright, man...you ready for this?" Meeper grunted, holding the boxcutter aloft for Jason to see.

"Hell yeah! Get in there," Jason answered excitedly; he sank down in his seat to give Meeper even better access to his still-aching nuts, still plump, still intact, and still housed snugly in their sac...but not for long.

Meeper reached between Jason's legs and pulled the dragon's testicles into his lap, resting the heavy, weighted organs rest on top of his crotch. With Jason's balls in place and situated how he wanted them, Meeper flicked the switch of the boxcutter up; the razor blade emerged from its aluminum housing again, and without any preamble, the wolf set to work.

"Oooh fuck, that's niiiiiice," Jason hissed when he felt the tip of the razor blade puncture the thick, scaly skin of his scrotum.

Unlike Jason's separate vertical cuts which began at the top of his testicles, Meeper started on the underside of the dragon's scrotum, as far to the right as he could get. The wolf slid the razor along horizontally, slicing laterally beneath Jason's balls, making a single, long incision.

Jason's cock stood firmly erect, twitching and throbbing with the dragon's lust as the wolf kept cutting; Meeper licked his lips as he saw the skin of his friend's scrotum part under the sharp razor blade. He went further, cutting under both testicles, until he reached the opposite side of Jason's sac, and he saw the two fleshy organs inside pressing against the new opening, making the incision bulge wider. After setting the boxcutter aside, Meeper reached for Jason's left testicle.

"Mmf! Ugh, fuck!" Jason grunted as he felt his friend's hands push into his scrotum through the cut in his skin.

"Heh, feels nice and warm in there," Meeper snickered, rolling his hands around the wet, slippery, watermelon-sized organ still inside the dragon's sac. He managed to get a good grip on the far side of Jason's testicle, maneuvering his fingers so he left the 25-pound kettlebell where it sat in the dragon's scrotum as he began pulling the meaty gonad out of its housing. "Alright, out you come...there we go!"

With a soft, barely audible plop, Meeper tugged Jason's testicle out and hefted it with one hand, supporting it in the middle so both ends of the oblong, beefy nut drooped under their own weight over the sides of his palm.

"Ooooh fuck, man," Jason breathed, feeling the tingle of fresh air on his wet flesh.

With his free hand, Meeper took up the boxcutter again and stabbed it into one of the ends of Jason's testicle.

"Aah! Mmf!" Jason squirmed and writhed as Meeper dragged the blade through his nut, and his cock jumped in anticipation of firing his load, but the dragon managed to contain himself. He grunted and gasped as Meeper continued cutting, creating a slit in the bottom of his testicle.

"Heh, you know," Meeper said, addressing the horses watching as he finished cutting into Jason's gonad, "if you're needing a fleshlight in a pinch, here's a fun little DIY you can do."

Jason and the horses all watched, transfixed, as Meeper set the boxcutter aside again, adjusted the dragon's half-empty scrotum in his lap for better access to his cock, and then pulled his flagging (though still semi-hard) dick up...before sliding his cockhead into the open slit he'd created in Jason's testicle.

"Whoooaaaa, duuuuude," Jason moaned, feeling Meeper's thick, veiny, pierced cock penetrate his ball as if he were forcing his way into a silicone, egg-shaped masturbator.

"Hehe...fuck, bro," Meeper said, pushing his dick deeper into the fleshy pocket he'd created. "Your nut is soooooo much tighter than your dick or your ass." The wolf pulled the dragon's nut down as far as it could go, where the makeshift opening spread around the halfway point of his shaft. "Fuck it, maybe I should just have a supply of your balls lying around whenever I want to fuck a tight hole."

"Uuuugh, you got it, man," Jason breathed, only a hair's breadth away from pure ecstasy. With his testicle impaled upon the wolf's cock, he panted lightly, trying to stop himself from crossing the finish line for a few moments longer...but the dragon found it nearly impossible to hold back when he felt Meeper root around inside his scrotum again and...

Plop.

"Yeeeah, such a big fuckin' nut," Meeper chuckled--he'd popped out Jason's right testicle, and it sat in the open air on the wolf's lap, free of the dragon's scrotum (which was empty, save for the two kettlebell weights still looped around Jason's spermatic cords).

The wolf picked up the boxcutter again, and Jason grunted and jolted in his seat when Meeper stabbed into his testicle. But this time, instead of creating another slit, Meeper began sawing back and forth as he cut around the circumference of the organ, slicing it cleanly in half.

"Looks so tasty," Meeper murmured, his mouth watering as he dragged the razor blade through the fleshy, musky organ like a butcher. "Bet it's got all kinds of good filling in there..."

Meeper was proved right when, after he finished cutting through all the layers of meat, tissue, nerves, and membranes of Jason's testicle, he pulled the two halves apart like two wet, fleshy halves of an apple to reveal the middle of the dragon's reproductive organ. Tubules and pouches and vessels were laid bare, branching out in a twisted, beautiful symmetry, and all of them were filled to the brim with--

"Ah, look at all that dragon batter," Meeper said, holding up one of the halves of Jason's testicle to show the two horses the thick sperm that the dragon's gonad had been producing...before the wolf pressed his lips to the steaming insides of his friend's nut and loudly sluuuuuurped up the hot, sludgy slurry.

"Aaaaah FFFFFUUUUAAAAAAWWWWRRRRRRRR!" Jason roared, unable to hold back any longer--his testicles were already wrecked beyond repair by Meeper's modifications, and they couldn't add a single sperm cell to the load that erupted like a geyser from the dragon's urethra. Translucent cum shot up high into the air in thick jets before succumbing to gravity and splattering all over Jason's chest and stomach in a mindless display of mindblowing lust.

Meeper slurped up more and more of his friend's DNA, digging his tongue into every crevice he could feel, lapping up every drop he could get, before, in a fit of primal instinct, his hunger overtook him.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" Jason grunted, thrusting his hips upward and riding through his orgasm while Meeper began gobbling up his testicle. His friend animalistically wolfed down the half he had been slurping on before immediately chowing down on the other half--massive bites of Jason's meat slithered and squirmed down Meeper's throat, before the wolf bit through the dragon's spermatic cord...and turned his attention to the testicle still wrapped around the upper half of his shaft.

On the other side of the campfire, both horses lost themselves to their urges at last, firing their loads in fast, powerful shots. Wads of cum splattered against their faces, chests, and stomachs as the Mustang and the Auxois watched Jason mindlessly climax and Meeper devour his other testicle--while on some level, they couldn't believe they were watching the two kinky campers engage in such brutal pleasure, both horses wanted more of the hedonistic, fireside display, to give them more ideas for acts to try on their next camping adventure...and maybe they'd find a way to invite the dragon and the wolf along for some more fun...