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Scared, Straight - Part 2

by Victoria Viper

Alexander felt distant stinging in his cheek as his mind swam back to awareness. He awoke to the big faggot dragon's hand smacking the side of his face, forcing him to consciousness.

"Wake up, boy!" he heard the dragon bellow. "My cock's ready for more!"

The wolf jerked away from his touch, feeling a tugging on his neck. He realized he was laying on his stomach on the floor now. The configuration of his bondage had changed: one end of the rope -- that had bound his legs together earlier -- was currently looped around his neck, the other end tied to one of the legs of the bolted-down chair; his arms were tied behind his back; and his pants were missing. Mind still in a fog, he had no recollection of the hit that KO'd him.

The giant pile of muscles in the shape of a -- now completely nude -- dragon that had assaulted his mouth earlier loomed behind his exposed and very vulnerable ass. The wolf tried to roll onto his back, and was immediately pinned down by the bigger male's mighty arm and forced back onto his gut.

"Oh, no you don't. Let's keep that pretty butt right where I can see it," said the hideous beast that held him down. The previous orgasm had done almost nothing to sate the dragon's male-lusting appetite; if anything, he felt only more invigorated and eager to fuck his little wolf's brains out.

The dragon moved his hand down -- eventually both hands finding the wolf's hips -- as he squatted behind his not-so-eager mate. He rested his big member on the wolf's back -- just above the cleft of his buttcheeks -- and rubbed it back and forth across it. The wolf was shocked at the sheer bulk of the penis pressing down on his back; he couldn't even guess how much it weighed.

"Oh, little wolf. You make me so hard. I don't know what I'm going to do with you." Dimitrius' excited himself with his taunting, and he spilled hot globs of pre onto the wolf's back. The smell of cum wafted into his nostrils, taking him back to memories of exotic flings he'd had with boys in the past: falling asleep -- sticky, naked, and spent -- in the arms of a beautiful male after a night of gay sex. These thoughts embarrassed him no longer, though his marriage to Drakaa now seemed like such a waste -- a foolish attempt to be something he wasn't.

It didn't matter now, though. An attractive wolf man was awaiting his penetration, and Dimitrius was too hard and too eager to pass it up. He shifted his hips, angling the tip of his cock between the wolf's buttcheeks; his dick throbbed reflexively, stimulated from the intense heat radiating from the other male's hole.

Alexander groaned, feeling the dragon's frightening member knocking at his back door. "Goddammit, I'm gonna' cut your fucking dick off," he said, his voice weaker than before.

The dragon laughed at him. "Not before I blow a load in your sweet little ass, you won't."

Using his thumbs, the dragon spread the wolf's buttcheeks apart, and forced his length inward. Hardly two inches in, the incredible heat of the canine's ass was instantly gratifying, and the dragon let out a breathy sigh. He pushed in deeper and deeper still -- the wolf's anus swallowed his rod with more ease than a straight man's ass had any right to -- and he soon found himself squeezed tightly into his male lover's moist heat. His cock still wasn't even halfway in, and yet he was so eager for a fuck, he'd already started panting and breaking into a sweat.

Alexander, on the other hand, screamed silently -- his lungs were unable to provide enough force to sufficiently express his agony -- as his ass was violated beyond what he thought was possible. His insides stretched horribly, and he soon found an enormous pressure forcing its way up into his stomach; he felt he was going to be sick.

The enormous, squatting figure behind Alexander scooted closer to the wolf, gaining more inches along the way. Eventually, Dimitrius could no longer easily maintain his balance in this stance, and he placed his palms flat against the floor, to the sides of his small partner. Now more sufficiently balanced and supported, he could push with much greater force.

Dimitrius couldn't recall having penetrated anyone of such small stature before. Of course, a few smaller boys had been interested in what the big, buff dragon had to offer, but ultimately, they shrank away when finally witnessing the titanic nature of his shaft. He recalled his brother being relatively tight, the times he'd unloaded in his ass, but it wasn't like this. This lovely wolf was beyond tight, constricting the dragon's member like nothing he'd ever felt before; the blood flow could barely escape from his engorged penis, making him perpetually rock-hard.

The big dragon had managed to squeeze in an impressive two-thirds of his shaft before it seemed he could go no further. He began, pumping slowly into the little wolf's butt -- the hot interior of which massaged the dragon's penis in the most perfect of ways.

"Goddammit, little wolf. You're so fucking tight!"

The fleshy insides squeezed at his erection something terrible, and he feared he'd ejaculate prematurely. He gritted his teeth, claws digging into the hard, uncarpeted floor as he pumped more gently, desperate to calm the near-orgasm tingling that the tight, virginal wolf ass had wrought. He had months of no sex to make up for, and he didn't want to blow this soon, but the wolf's toned backside was not making things easy on him.

As the hot, soft, almost gooey sensation of the wolf's hole became more familiar to him, the intensity of the stimulation calmed, letting him fuck a little harder without going over the edge; it wasn't long before he'd built up a fair pace. He leaned in, gently kissing along the back of his lover's neck, and up to the tips of his pointy ears. Hodges kept jerking his head away from the lips of his captor, but that didn't keep the muscled dragon from trying anyway.

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For more than three hours straight, Dimitrius was relentless. He changed positions several times: nailing Hodges while they laid on their sides; plowing him in a missionary-type position; sitting up with Hodges in his lap; and various other techniques -- all the while, his cock remained rock-solid, never completely sliding out of his wolf-bitch's ass. He didn't miss Drakaa at all anymore.

Now, the big dragon had his reluctant wolf pressed face-down onto the ground again. He stood behind him, his big hands clasped onto Hodges' hips, hefting the wolf's lower body off the floor. Still squeezed inside the canine's anus, he squatted deeply, letting his terrible body weight push his still-steely cock far into the wolf's confines. His eyes rolled up into his head and he moaned loudly, his dick penetrating deeper than ever. He gritted his teeth and started thrusting, hard and fast; his dick was tired of being teased, and begged for another release. The big dragon's testicles had swollen large once again -- so much that his scrotum was stretching to its limits -- and swung back and forth under his ass and thighs with incredible weight.

"Oh wolf... I love you... I'm gonna' cum... Oh yes... I'm gonna' cum...!" Dimitrius barely managed to whisper his words; he couldn't seem to find his breath anymore.

His dick stabbed harder and faster at the wolf's hole, coaxing his orgasm to rise to the surface. The strain of the excitement was causing his whole body to tremble; he only needed a few more moments of this wild pumping, and then he'd blow his load.

Suddenly, the big male dragon let out a sharp, quick gasp as his eyes popped open. He could hear the knob of the interrogation room door turning; someone was coming in. Tension balled up in his gut as much brighter light began spilling into the room from the hallway outside. A soldier stepped in, intending to deliver a message.

"Major Dimitrius, Colonel Barker wants--"

All three men in the room stopped cold, staring at each other silently. The mouth of the soldier who just stepped into the room fell open absently, the cat male's gaze locked onto the compromising situation between the other two men.

So he'd been caught. Dimitrius hardly cared at this point. He had gone too far and was way too horny to let something little like this stop him.

"What the fuck are you looking at, soldier?" said the mighty beast of a dragon, in the most commanding tone his oxygen-starved lungs could muster. "Dismissed!"

The cat's expression never changed. He slowly backed out the way he came, shutting the door in front of him.

"Stupid little shit," Dimitrius muttered to himself, angered to have been robbed of his climax. He was not deterred, though. As he'd said before, the wolf was going to give him what he wanted.

The dragon stood up, letting Alexander drop; an audible slurping sound was heard as his penis finally pulled free of the smaller male's backside. The wolf fell limply to the floor with a quiet grunt.

Dimitrius moved to the corner where the table resided, reached out, and grabbed it. His underarm was exposed to air for a moment, slightly chilling the sweat underneath; he was literally dripping with perspiration. Lifting the thick, muscled arm above him, he shoved his muzzle in the pit and sniffed several times. The smell that greeted him was powerful, but not entirely foul -- the bittersweet aroma of male musk. He lifted his other arm and repeated the process. The big, sweaty dragon exhaled contentedly, pleased by his own masculine scent.

Olfactory senses gratified, he returned to the task at hand, gripping the table and swinging it out into the middle of the room near the chair the other man was tied to -- the unopened pack of cigarettes and his wedding band spilled off the table onto the floor. Using one arm, he grabbed the wolf by the bonds that held his arms behind his back and hefted him up off the floor, then bent him over the table, face-down.

"This time, you're gonna' take all of it," said the frightful dragon -- "it" being his penis, which had hardened tremendously -- and painfully -- into a sharper, upwards curve. Having teased it without release for close to four hours, the incredible ache of his erection had become maddening.

"I'll cut your fucking throat," Alexander retorted, his voice quiet and raspy. It seemed a hollow threat and he knew it, but he feared losing his sanity if he didn't fight at all; the agony would overwhelm and consume him if he didn't keep focus on bashing the faggot dragon's skull in.

The bigger male smiled, shaking his head. "Oh. And I thought you loved me," he teased.

He grasped the prodigious thickness protruding from his groin and slapped it against the wolf's buns a few times. The other male's posterior had muscle tone like granite, impacting roughly against the sensitive underside of the dragon's cock head, and Dimitrius shuddered briefly as a bit of seminal fluid spat from his engorged dick.

With that, he stepped forward, grabbing onto his lover's hips and fiercely ramming himself inside the hole under his tail; he pushed in a foot of his length in less than two seconds, but this was only the start of his penetration. Dimitrius leaned down towards his mate, shifting his beefy arms to wrap them around Hodges' sculpted midsection. He then hoisted the wolf up into a vertical position, the smaller male's feet leaving the floor entirely; the sudden shift in weight caused the dragon to stumble backwards a few steps, but he quickly regained his balance. Standing mostly upright, his pelvis shifted forward slightly, the hyper-muscled dragon hugged the wolf tight against his torso. Gravity was now working in his favor, forcing the other man down onto the dragon's groin as he pumped upward into his body. Firmly holding the smaller male in place with his rock-hard shaft, the dragon moved his hands under the wolf's thighs, spreading his legs far apart -- a most unflattering position for a straight man, Dimitrius thought.

The big dragon's breath began to quicken once again as his lover descended closer to the base of his mammoth erection, the last bastion of the wolf's defenses finally giving way to the ruthless violation. With a few more powerful thrusts into the man's hot, sweat-slicked hole, Dimitrius fully buried himself; he refused to stop pushing until he felt his cock pressing against the canine's abdominal muscles, forcing Hodges' belly to bulge grotesquely, the skin of the stomach pulled tight around the dragon's member.

"Oh fuck yeah, wolf! Fuck yeah!" the dominant male shouted, his mouth close to his unwilling mate's ear. "Who's the faggot now, huh? I'm not the one getting his ass pumped by a big, fat dick!"

As he spoke, his thrusting was merciless, over forty inches of steely, ebony length impaling the helpless canine again and again. The massive dragon swore he could hear the semen sloshing around inside the over-inflated testes that heaved between his legs, the pressure within building to nearly unbearable degrees. His body had never ached so incredibly for his dull wife -- not even during their most fervent couplings -- like it did for this gorgeous male that he'd only just met.

The young wolfen soldier, who had trained so hard to endure the pain and stress of battle, almost felt he would cry. Again and again, his ass was forced to swallow the gigantic shaft whole, and each time, his abdomen would stretch and distend horribly, contorting to the shape of the bloated, monstrous dragon cock that was over twice the size of his own. He eventually closed his eyes and refused to look at it anymore.

Sweat rolled downed the big dragon's body, droplets of the salty fluid tracing his various, muscular bulges on their way towards the floor; his musky scent grew so absolutely dense in the air around him that the wolf likely had difficulty breathing it. Dimitrius knew he'd cum in a matter of moments. He began to growl and snort, thick strings of saliva drooling from his clenched, razor-sharp teeth. This growling increased in intensity to a roar that was dull and reserved, as to avoid drawing further attention to the room. But why should he be reserved? A dragon's roar is an incredible show of his power, and he had every right to it. And so he did roar, louder and louder and louder as his orgasm approached. He began to tremble as the pleasure overtook him, and his mighty roar had grown so loud that the room seemed to shudder along with him.

The tingling of his climax gripped him, the force becoming unbearable; he was too far past his point to have any hope of stopping himself now. He pumped faster and faster and harder and harder, every muscle in his body tightening completely -- all of them working in unison to coax the massive ejaculation from his body. A few more seconds of thrusting, and the dragon violently unleashed himself into his mate, finally pumping his thick, creamy man-milk up inside the canine's taut asshole. Gallons upon gallons of his fluid forcefully sprayed from his swollen urethra, expanding the wolf's hardened six-pack abs -- in a matter of seconds -- into a potbelly, burgeoning with sloshing dragon cum. Dimitrius shuffled closer to the table and dropped the smaller male face-first back onto it before finishing him off -- fucking him, squirting the rest of his hot jizz into the wolf's firm butt, and bloating out his furry belly until his draconic balls were utterly drained of sperm; still desperate to practically fill the canine to bursting, his cock continued its wonderful throbbing for a few more moments, despite having no more seed to provide.

When all physical activity of his climax subsided, the dragon was breathless, his aching nuts feeling pounds lighter from the effort. His dripping perspiration dotted the wolf's fur, and small pools of sweat had formed on the table underneath his moistened, musky-smelling armpits. For a few moments, the dragon felt absolute and complete euphoria, and nothing else; he felt no pain, no fatigue; he had no wordly concerns of any kind; he felt only joy and utter satisfaction. This wolf had made him whole again; he had made him feel like himself once more. The wolf had not done this willingly, but the dragon was grateful regardless.

These sensations -- as they so often are -- were fleeting, though. Gradually they faded, and the world came back to Dimitrius; he was suddenly aware of how hot and overexerted he felt, and how he had repressed his climax for so long and ejaculated so hard that there was an almost agonizing pain in his urethra. Spent in practically every conceivable manner, he painfully slid himself free of the confines of the wolf's body. The cum-bloated canine -- left shuddering and twitching on the table -- instinctively moved his tail between his legs to deter further violation -- a rather useless gesture at this point, and it only served to make an awful mess of his tail's fur when the semen spilled from his hole, audibly splashing on the floor beneath the two men.

The dragon, with his slow and weak stride, finally made his way back to his chair. Along the way, he stepped on something exceptionally hard with his bare foot, making him stumble. He looked down at the floor to try to gather what he'd tripped on, then checked the underside of the injured extremity. There he found his wedding band, indented into the sole. Dimitrius merely stared at it for a moment, feeling a whole new sensation of shame and embarrassment overcome him, surpassing even the guilt he felt for being a homosexual. It was a humiliating place for the symbol of their love and devotion to end up in. He plucked the ring free of his foot, but did not put it back on; he merely held it between his index finger and thumb, and fixated on the gleaming metal.

Why should I put it back on? he thought to himself. I have no right to wear it. I gave it up for a fling with someone I don't even know.

Closing his fingers around it into a fist, he plodded over to his chair and sat down in the dark.

Joys of sexual release are far away now. It seems beneath triviality at this point.

Dimitrius and Alexander are left alone in the tremendous silence of this room.