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Fratboy Slut 45 for Sanmer by Draconicon

"Ugh...feels like someone shoved one of those beer bottles up my ass."

Wouldn't have been the first time that had happened, admittedly, and Dennis had tried not to get so drunk as to let that happen again. Last night, though...the lizard was pretty sure that he'd had a good reason to get so plastered back then. If only he could remember it now, he'd probably feel fine.

Still, it was probably just a hangover. He'd be fine, he was sure. Just had to get up. He rolled over -

Squeak.

Dennis blinked. Squeak? He didn't squeak. He didn't have anything on him that would squeak, either. That sound shouldn't have been possible, yet -

He rolled over, blinking his eyes open slowly, and stared down at his body as his vision finally came into focus. His body was covered in a strange, latex suit, mostly blue and blue-green, but with a burst of yellow and red around his crotch...no, around his cock, which was throbbing harder than he'd like inside of the suit.

Most embarrassing was the label that was written on his chest. It was hard to read it, as it was facing the wrong way for him to do that, but after a few minutes, he could make it out. "Slut 45", it read, and it left him blushing.

"Okay, whatever this fucking thing is, it ain't funny. Where's the...where's the zipper?"

He fumbled around, reaching for this, that, and the other part of the suit. There was nothing to be found under his neck, and nothing behind his back. He felt around for buttons that might be holding the thing shut, but he couldn't find anything in the front or back. He tried his sides, wondering if some crazy suit maker had put it there, but nothing could be found. In desperation, he bent forward to look at his crotch -

"Whoa!"

• and slipped right off the couch. He landed on his ass, and his eyes immediately went wide at the sudden feeling of something getting shoved further up his hole. Dennis groaned, the lizard arching his back as he bit his lip from the pleasured/pained sensation, and slowly rolled onto his side as he looked down at himself.

Before he could get a good look, the door to the room opened up, and his roommate, Rick - a blue dragon - walked in. Dennis blushed, particularly as the dragon rolled his eyes.

"What did you get up to this time? I thought you were partying, not heading out to a club."

"Hey, I didn't put this thing on."

"Well, whoever did it put it on good."

"Yeah, I can't find the zipper."

"...Seriously?"

"Yeah. It's all weird. And I swear they...Nevermind. Help me up."

Getting a hand from the dragon, he managed to get to his feet. Despite that, walking around was incredibly difficult, and he stumbled this way and that before falling against the wall. It wasn't drunkenness though, but almost like -

"Rick?"

"Yeah?"

"This is gonna sound so gay, but, uh, could you look at my ass?"

"Come again?"

"I think there's something shoved in there."

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"Just...look."

Still groaning, Rick did just that, and Dennis leaned against the wall, holding his tail out of the way. It was embarrassing enough to be effectively naked in this damn thing, but it was harder when his roommate was looking him over like he was some slut that danced around the clubs. It was just that he couldn't shake the feeling of -

"Well, you got something in there, alright."

"I -"

"And it looks like the suit came from that. Where the hell were you last night?"

"Here! I was having a party, HERE!"

"Well, maybe someone left something to explain this. Let's go look."

It took them almost twenty minutes to find a manual, and by then, Dennis was starting to really feel the thing inside of him. It felt huge, perhaps even as long as his own cock which throbbed in front of him. And it wasn't like he could put anything on, either; the suit was too much to wear anything over. Even as it was, he was starting to get all sweaty. He just hoped the instructions had something to help, as he flopped on the couch beside the dragon. Rick flipped the manual open, and read aloud from it.

"Your First Slut 45 Suit." Rick shook his head. "Like you'd ever buy more than one."

"Keep reading."

"Yeah, yeah." The dragon cleared his throat. "Your new suit is the perfect accessory for keeping rowdy subs in line. Whether you're using one of the many features that come incorporated with the suit, or just want to label your slut so that he looks like what he actually is, you're sure to have a good time. Check out the features on page 12, or -"

"Go there, maybe there's something to get me out."

"Alright, alright, just...calm down, okay?"

Rick turned the pages as Dennis shifted in his seat. Despite finding the manual, he couldn't shake a feeling of dread, like something was going to happen if he didn't figure out how to get out of this thing soon. Not to mention that there was a strange smell in the air. What was it? It almost smelled familiar, like the gym or something.

He shook his head, trying to ignore the feeling of throbbing need in his crotch as Rick turned to page 12 and kept reading.

"Your suit has many different features that you can use to teach your sub a lesson. For example, the plug part of the suit' - ah, that's what it is - 'can be turned into a vibrator with the phrase Vibrate On."

Instantly, Dennis arched his back as his ass was filled with a buzzing that he'd never felt, at least not while sober. The lizard groaned and moaned through the latex suit, panting as he humped the air, his prostate getting buzzed hard.

"Oh god...oh god, turn it off!"

"What the fuck, dude?!"

"You turned it on! Turn it off!"

"Right, right...uh, Vibrate Off."

Almost as fast as it had been turned on, it was turned off again. Dennis collapsed, groaning under his breath. He swore that the smell was getting stronger, and it didn't help that his cock was throbbing harder. He took a few more breaths, trying to figure out what the smell was as Rick turned back to the manual.

"All other parts of the suit, including the Perma-Rection, which induces chastity with a permanent erection, the Gag Mouth, which holds the mouth open like a toy, and Deep Penetrator modes can all be activated...by...stating their names. Shit."

Dennis was crying out in need as he rolled onto his back, thrusting into the air helplessly as his body was attacked from all sides. His mouth was forced open, his moans coming through a gag that held his lips wide apart, while his ass was slammed into again and again by the toy. He shuddered, shaking his head as his eyes rolled back from all the stimulation. It was painful, at first, but it rapidly shifted to pleasure as he took more breaths of that strange scent.

He finally realized what it was, and the lizard let out a soft groan. Pheromones. It had to be some sort of pheromones, making him hornier and needier. And needier for something very specific, from the way his body reacted to looking at the bulge in the dragon's pants.

Unable to stop himself, the lizard crawled across the couch until his nose was pressed against Rick's bulge. The dragon jumped, but Dennis was already working with his clumsy latex covered fingers to pull and tug at the dragon's zipper. It only took his roommate a couple of seconds to get what was happening, and groaned.

"Fuck, this is so gay..."

Still, at least he helped out, pulling his pants down and fishing out his cock. The damn thing was bigger than Dennis expected, but he wasn't given any chance to think twice. Either the suit was pushing him, or the pheromones were, because he was gulping down that cock like some great treat inside of a couple of seconds. Rick moaned above him, and Dennis thought that his roommate was probably enjoying it more than he let on.

Fuck this suit, fuck this suit, fuck this suit mouth, fuck this suit mouth, fuck my mouth, fuck my mouth, fuck me!

He was barely conscious of the shift in his thoughts towards being pissed to being needy, but he bobbed his head as fast as he could. The forced spreading of his jaws was made up for by a bending latex barrier that ran down the inside of his mouth, keeping it tight for the dragon as Dennis face-fucked himself on that thick cock. Up and down, up and down he went, and he could feel that cock throbbing harder and harder.

Soon, Rick's hands pushed down on the back of his head, and he could tell that the dragon had surrendered to the inevitable. They were going to do this, and he was going to get a face-full of cum by the end of it. Dennis should have hated that thought, but the suit made him love it.

In little more than a minute, the dragon roared. The latex bent at the back of his throat, collecting the cum that his roommate shot down his throat, and as Rick finally pulled it, it spilled gently over the lizard's face. Rick shook his head.

"Damn...Pheromone devices...off..."

And just like that, the smell was gone. Dennis leaned back in relief, panting softly as he shook his head in exhaustion. For a few minutes there, he'd been precisely the slut that the suit labeled him to be. It had been rather...terrifying, in a way, and intense, in others.

"Good fuck, I don't want to do that again..."

"Well, you shouldn't have to. The manual says that the suit comes from the plug, and it's set to a time limit."

"Oh thank god."

"Yeah. As long as you weren't stupid enough to set it to permanent or infinity or something, it'll come off in a month or two, at most."

"..."

"You didn't set it to that, did you?"

"I, uh...don't remember."

"You don't?"

Dennis shook his head.

"You're sooooooo fucked."

The End