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Conrad pressed open the door to the sauna with his free hand. The other was currently occupied clasping either end of the not quite large enough towel over his thigh to keep himself at least somewhat decent, for the time being. It wasn't that the towel was small. On the average man it would have been quite adequate to tuck into itself and be worn without the aid of hands. But Conrad was a ten foot tall dragon.

The muscular drake pressed on the door to keep it open as he passed through, his yellow eyes scanning around the room. It was a wet sauna with a station for adding water to the hot rocks directly between the entrance and the three rows of wooden riser seating.

Four men were already in the sauna. Two well-built men, a cougar and a wolf, were seated about five feet apart on the top row. If they had been anywhere near Conrad's height they might have been a match, but neither broke seven foot. By contrast, the pair seated a bit closer together on the bottom row of benches, a lion and a fox, were slender, but trim. From the definition beneath their sweat-matted fur and the size of their thighs, they came to the gym for aerobic exercise, probably stationary bikes.

The grey scaled dragon made all of these assessments within the time it took him to step forward and release the door, having felt another hand brace it open from behind him.

Once Conrad had vacated the entry, his companion Berric came into view. Another dragon, built as well and standing as tall, but his muscle mass outstripped the grey's in one obvious way. Unlike Conrad, he had wings. The membraned limbs rested folded against his back. The wing-arms and the more traditional limbs corresponding to them were both covered in orange scales, and each had yellow tattoo work about halfway to the elbow. Viewed from the front, one could be forgiven for missing these similarities. The lighter ventral pattern of scales extended to the front of his shoulder and down his arm to the fore.

While the grey dragon was much the same color all over his body, Berric had four distinct scale colors in addition to the color of his horns and his tattoos. Over the top of his snout and surrounding the eyes like a sort of mask he had darker brown scales, which were also present on his fingers and toes. As for his eyes, his orange irises sat within yellow scleras, slit pupils dancing about as he took in the sauna. It was no wonder he moved with a bit more poise and care, even while having the same towel predicament as his companion. He couldn't help but show off, the way he looked.

Conrad looked over his shoulder to the more colorful drake, before inclining his head towards the stairs to one side of the riser.

Berric finished looking over the other occupants of the space and met the other dragon's gaze with a grin and a nod.

The wingless drake casually strolled over to the indicated stairway, thoughtlessly skipping steps just from the sheer length of his legs. His long, smooth tail swayed about, revealing it was actually darker at the tip, the coloration fading to the rest of his body's grey partway up the limb. Conrad reached the middle bench of the risers, starting to walk down the row between the other two pairs in the space.

The multicolored dragon, meanwhile, took a moment to use the ladle to pour water over the heated rocks. Instantly, steam gushed up in front of him. From the way the light played off the gushing white cloud in front of the drake, a viewer might think his eyes and tattoos were glowing, for a moment. As the vapor billowed out and away from the stones, Berric refilled the ladle and added another dose to make sure that the sauna would get quite hazy.

Sighing nonchalantly, Conrad sat down onto the bench in front of the bodybuilding cougar and behind the more effeminate lion. From his sheer height, his knees crowded up towards his chest trying to sit on a bench normally. "Excuse me..." He rumbled low, and placed his feet on the lower bench, on either side of the maned feline. In that position he could sit normally, at least.

Berric made his way to the same row, keeping his wings snug against his well-defined back so as to not bump into anything on his way to the grey drake's side. When he settled, he took up position precisely between the muscular wolf and the more bottom-heavy fox. Like Conrad, he eased his feet down to rest on either side of the vulpine in front of him.

With one hand held in front of his chest, the wingless dragon began curling his fingers in a silent countdown. His other hand let go of his towel, letting it drape a bit more scandalously over only one thigh and his groin. Soon that was a moot point anyway, his flesh-covered shaft swelling out of its hiding as it extended. The weight of the organ made the hooded tip naturally point down towards the lion as it engorged.

Relaxing his wings, the other dragon smirked, eyes subtly turned down the countdown without turning his head. Between his legs, his brown-skinned member was slithering forth from beneath the woefully inadequate towel, its own foreskin-covered glans hanging down towards the fox in front of him. At the same time, he casually swished his tail out away from the other drake's. In contrast to the grey's ombré, Berric's tail was colored in a uniform manner, though much like the rest of himself it had more of a flourish. A ridge of darker scales starting amongst his crown of horns and trailing his spine down his neck, back and all the way to the tip of his tail. There a large conical spike sat, seamlessly continuing the cream of his ventral scales from along the underside of the powerful limb.

Mirroring his companion's movements, Conrad's smooth tail tip rose into the air like a cobra rearing up, staying just out of the natural range of vision for either of the two jocks, presuming they continued to just look forward. At the same time his fleshy shaft hung directly over the head of the lion, the tip of his caudal appendage got into position just above the head of the cougar. The grey dragon's claw fully curled into a fist.

"Hey, what's with your tail...?" The cougar asked, as if noticing for the first time.

The dark, smooth tip suddenly irised open into a tubular opening wider than the muscular cat's shoulders, revealing the fleshy insides, slick and muscular. The open tip lunged down at the cougar's head.

The muscular cat grunted, managing to get his arms out and up before the advancing orifice could slot clear down over his torso.

Meanwhile, the cone at the tip of Berric's tail spread out into a cream-colored funnel, followed by more of the appendage spreading apart further up its length. A yellow glow projected from inside the opened tail, illuminating the haze and bathing the startled wolf in its light.

The lupine, having been about to try to help his friend, found himself transfixed, eyes gazing up into the glowing tunnel. His towel started to tent out as he stared, one hand wandering down to dig into the folds of the terry cloth. Soon enough, the wolf was openly stroking his erection, panting with lust.

Down below, the fox turned his head towards the source of the unanswered question, followed by the muffled grunting and squelching, The origin of those sounds were obscured by one of Berric's wings, leaving the most pressing matter in his mind to be the massive cock lingering just above his head. His jaw dropped as he stared up at the dark-skinned member.

With a flex, Berric's foreskin spread open in much the same manner that his tail had. There was only brown skin covering the plump glans, however, no glow to transfix his prey. So the orange and brown dragon flexed again, his cock extending like a serpent's strike. He bit his lip to hold in a moan as he felt his cum-slit close snugly on the fox's throat as his foreskin came down around his chest and shoulder blades.

Just then, the cougar stopped struggling, lowering his arms to start groping and stroking at his own growing erection. This allowed the pushing tail to advance down the muscular male's chest. The body-builder's face was clear to see through the stretched tail flesh, a silent moan of sexual frustration etched in the ombré of Conrad's scales.

The grey dragon's foreskin opened as well. He didn't wait for the lion to get curious and try to look; he just shoved his greedy cock down over the feminine feline. A moment after the prepuce closed over the narrow shoulders and chest, the pink hood contracted and pushed more of the maned cat's body through the slit.

The winged drake did the same, his foreskin opening again to reach down past the fox's elbows once his meatus had stretched to accept the slender shoulders. Another flex and his cock dragged itself down over the vulpine, eagerly repeating the process to strive towards the smaller male's wide hips next.

Finally, Berric decided that leaving the wolf entranced was boring compared to the alternative. The glowing tail-maw descended rapidly on the lupine, staying wide open as it quickly matched and surpassed the other tail's progress without the initial resistance of a struggle.

The now jerking puma's hips were being surpassed, the muscular cat having a harder time stroking along his whole shaft now that his arms were bound. A muffled groan escaped the grey flesh of Conrad's tail as the opening spread itself to work the pulsing feline erection in along with the hands grasping at it. His fuzzy tail flicked and twitched about as its base was claimed, forcing it to press against his sculpted glutes as he began to be devoured straight off the bench.

Conrad sighed, a grin coming to his face now that all four of the 'fodder' in the sauna were properly secured in one of the two dragons' greedy appendages. He continued to work on dragging both felines in, but his posture relaxed and he let out a contented sigh.

Berric spread his wings out behind Conrad on one side and nearly to the wall on the other. At the same time, his tail twisted and lifted the still lustful wolf upside down into the air. With the help of gravity, the jerking canid began to sink even faster into the caudal gullet. Another flex and his dark skinned cock did the same to the fox in front of him, the phallus standing up to attention between his cream-scaled thighs.

As he was lifted, the orange and brown predator's cock-meal's squirmy legs turned to far more orderly bobs, held together up in the air. The femboy fox had begun thrusting at the inside of the flexing urethra now that his wide hips and erect bits had passed through the hungry head of the far larger dick.

The grey dragon crossed his arms over his broad pecs with a grunt. "Show off." He brought his tail back around to his side, lifting the cougar off the bench behind him before the feline could even think to try to use his legs in an effective way to continue pleasuring himself. Rather than lift upright to use gravity like his companion, the hungry appendage pushed down firmly, bracing the muscular cat's feet against the wooden seat beside him.

"That's why I work the pole and you work the door." The colorful drake retorted amicably as he continued the raising motion, upturning the wolf again to be dangling in front of his face. Like the fox femboy below, the lupine had begun quite blatantly thrusting against the inner flesh of the greedy appendage. He reached up to stroke along the features of his tail's prey, a look of assured contentment on his face.

Conrad scoffed, rubbing along the top of his pink fleshed shaft as his foreskin wrapped up under the wide-hipped lion's rump and dragged that up into his cock proper. Shortly after, he felt a moan vibrate deep in the belly of his shaft as the femmy feline's arousal started to be worked over by the dragon's penile peristalsis.

Casually, Berric reached down to trail his fingers along the moaning bulge of the fox's face as it met the root of his shaft. He flexed again, and the form of the vulpine's head sank behind his scaled scrotum.

With a roll of his eyes, the greyscale flexed his tail to bring his puma-filled tail into his arms. He squeezed over the form within the rear limb, nearly fully encased in his flesh. Conrad felt over the shapes of the body-builder's muscles through his undulating tail's contractions, appraising just how good a meal he had chosen.

Done with his own examinations of his moaning occupants, the cone of the winged drake's tail began to grasp and contract, pulling in much the way that they were using their foreskins. The lust-addled wolf's legs trailed out of sight in a series of lunging contractions, the feet soon being grasped onto by the lighter scales.

Conrad grunted, his foreskin closing over the lion's splaying and curling toes and ropey tail at last. He shifted his hips on his bench as the fleshy hood shoved the wriggling extremities of his meal into his carnivorous cock. The wide hips of the femboy lion rolling to work his needy arousal into the swallowing channel were still quite visible through his pulsing shaft.

Berric held up his arms and flexed his biceps and chest, grinning. He shifted his pose to better balance against his spread wings as his cock pulsed, holding the fox suspended in place, fully enveloped but not yet deposited below. The stripper winked at his companion and bounced his pecs as the feminine vulpine plummeted, his scaled balls bulging out and down between his legs from the impact and weight of his prey.

The other dragon rolled his eyes as his balls distended smoothly and gradually. Without the dramatic pause, the lion had arrived in his dark-scaled scrotum about the same time as the fox reached splashdown. He released his tail from his grasp and let it sway back behind him as the cougar within was dragged out of a comfortable position to keep that up.

Peeking back over his wing-arm at the writhing bulge in the grey tail, the flashy drake smirked. "So, how much muscle mass do you think you'll get off that guy?"

Conrad sat up more straight on his seat, jutting his chest a bit as he felt the still needily jerking cougar approaching the base of his tail, where he would begin to enter his body proper. "Well, he was larger than the wolf..."

It was Berric's turn to roll his eyes, scratching the side of his masked snout just beside his nose-horn. "Ah yes, significantly larger enough to be a visible difference between the two on a ten foot dragon."

Deflecting, the bouncer stroked over the top of his cock, now jutting forward like a normal erection would, if much larger. "For now I'm more focused on how big I'll inflate a condom with this femboy lion."

As if listening, the feline moaned aloud. The bulge between Conrad's legs showed two feet push out at one end and head and shoulders at the other, the lion clearly on his back. From the jostling on one shoulder, it was clear that he was making use of the ample lubrication inside his temporary home.

"Hold off on stroking yourself." The winged dragon reeled his extra limbs back to his sides. "Eddie got banned from this place for cumming all over the lockers."

Judging from the cream-colored sac between the other dragon's thighs, the fox had much the same idea as his friend, except he had formed a tripod position. One hand pushed outward, and both feet at the other end. The top of his head was near where the balls were attached to the rest of the man they belonged to, and in rhythmic motions the femboy's fat rump bulged the taut flesh atop.

After a moment's thought, Conrad roared with laughter, sitting back on the bench. "Eddie told me that he stopped coming here because the machines were too small."

"Yeah, that short stack never was good at lying." Berric chuckled. "If we can use the facilities here, so can he. That is, if it weren't for the ban."

The grey drake turned his head to continue the repartee, but moaned instead. The base of his tail was swelling out to accept the lustful cougar. His lower abdomen began to distend with the mass of the smaller male as he was drawn up into Conrad's body.

Stroking his own belly as it too swelled, the orange and brown dragon flexed and pushed his wings out to nearly span from wall to wall once more. Berric closed his eyes and sighed, enjoying the feeling of taking the wolf in this way.

The bulge of the lupine kept kicking with both legs together, humping his way through the base of the carnivorous limb and through into the main body of his predator.

Conrad's torso gained a barrel shape as the last of the muscle-cat departed from inside his tail. He stroked over his chest, feeling the quivers and struggle to keep jerking off within the tighter space. Then he clenched down with all of the muscles in his upper body.

Berric did the same, eyes opening up a crack in the haze of the sauna to send out beams of light through the steamy air from their brighter glow. His chest and abs contracted down on the buried wolf, removing the space that his presence had displaced for him moments prior.

The grey dragon shuddered as his cock twitched, leaking slick pre from the tip. A moment after his torso had regained its normal shape, each of his muscles swelled with a powerful tense. Conrad panted, slowly relaxing his muscles, but they stayed at the size they'd been while engaged. He stood up from the bench and flexed his arms again, the biceps swelling just a bit bigger than before. He clicked his tongue. "Such small gains."

At the sudden motion, the lion lost his stable position, audibly splashing down hard enough that his wide hips were outlined in dark grey scales for a moment. The sound of the thick cum getting agitated inside, however, indicated that he had quickly resumed stroking himself.

Having maintained his arousal without dripping on the wood, the stripper casually flexed and posed, before stroking along his abs. "It would take a guy our own size to get anything major." Berric folded his wings and extended his legs out beyond the bottom bench of the risers. He planted his hands beside his hips and smoothly pressed himself onto his feet at floor level.

"Yeah, yeah..." Conrad muttered from his position standing on said bench. He took a step down while his showy companion got his feet planted.

Curling his tail, Berric pushed off the seat. The cone-tipped limb got him upright, his occupied balls suddenly swinging over the bench and between his spread thighs. The bulges within showed that the femboy fox inside had gotten tossed against the 'front' wall of his room, and then sloshed down into the mess. The winged dragon closed his legs with his testes on the correct side of his hips and soon stood eye to eye with the bouncer once more.

The grey's balls were glistening with the dripped pre from earlier. Compared to the intensity of claiming a bodybuilder for muscle mass, the baseline of a femboy pleasuring himself in a pool of his cum was much easier to handle. Conrad panted, taking a deep breath as he got his cock to go down a bit.

Seemingly having far more control of his arousal at all times, the multi-colored dragon strutted to the door of the sauna, sending his passenger sloshing out from one side of his nuts to the other. At one end of the motion a pair of hands and a face would distend, and on the backswing the plump wide rump of the feminine vulpine would appear alongside his feet. "Let's see how these boys look in our jocks, shall we?"

Conrad smirked, following behind Berric as they left the sauna, leaving their towels behind. It was a short walk to their lockers, but enough of one for the grey drake to calm himself down. Unlike his companion he kept his hips mostly still, preventing the kinds of wild swings that the stripper was amusing himself with.

With a muffled roar, he felt a warm splatter against the top of his balls. The lion trembled and jerked his hips as he came, adding his release to the pool of dragon seed he was stewing in. The femboy settled with an almost inaudible mewl, but the peace was short-lived. By the time the dragons arrived at their lockers, he had started humping at a fold of flesh on one of the walls of his new home.

Berric's hands dwarfed the dials on the locks, but the sharpened tips of his white claws allowed him the dexterity he needed to enter the combination. He hummed idly to himself as he opened his locker. With one hand he dug into his bag and retrieved his turquoise jock strap. Tugging on the elastic, he carefully eased one digitigrade foot after the other into the skimpy undergarment. The easy part done, the winged drake pulled the elastic forward firmly, stretching the pouch out, before working the band up his sculpted legs with the aid of his tail. With practiced ease, he managed to work his moaning nuts into the colored fabric, compressing his sac up to his hips in a bundle.

Inside, the fox was forced to bundle up tighter, the level of the pooled semen inside forced up his body as well. The femboy didn't let that deter him, pushing against the added resistance to his stretching out to give himself the space between his flat belly and his thick thighs to work his vulpine shaft.

The bouncer fidgeted as he worked with his black jock. In his line of work, he rarely had cause to put the strap on while his prey was still solid, so he lacked the experience of his companion. In his difficulty, the soft pouch squeezed and ground against his heavy scrotum. This did two things: It sent his erection back on the upturn from where it had finally rested against his sac, and it tightened things up around his humping meal. The latter only exacerbated the former. Conrad huffed and curled his toes against the concrete floor, leaving furrows from his claws.

Chuckling, the orange and brown dragon pivoted to face his grey companion. "Can I get a feel of how soft that lion's gotten?" He extended a hand out at bulge-height, but didn't reach past the bench at the center of the aisle.

Conrad perked, letting his elastic band slap against his lower abs loudly as his firming cock strained against the black fabric. "Only if can feel at your own." He coughed. "Prey, that is." Standing up straight, the monochrome drake stepped up till his shins met the bench, shoving the bulge of his squirming scrotum into the outstretched hand. He shuddered at the added stimulation, the bulge of his shaft jumping quite blatantly. He held out his own hand to accept the reciprocation.

Berric stepped up to the bench as well, pressing his own powerful pectorals directly up against the bouncer's chest at the same time his turquoise wrapped package pressed both into the outstretched hand and its opposite. The winged dragon smirked and shifted his hips a bit while he groped into Conrad's balls, feeling just how soft the squirming feline had become. Their occupant as active as when the lion arrived, but the shape of the meal still was readable each distention on the heavy scrotum's form, even through the taut jock. The femboy was getting close to losing the ability to squirm at all, by the stripper's estimation.

Grunting, the black-clad dragon pushed into the pressure with his own hips, his throbbing bulge sliding up and down as he rolled his pelvis. His claw squeezed down on the hidden cream-colored sac, seeking out the form of the consumed fox without looking down for the bulges. When Conrad got a grip that included the prey, he found that the vulpine's foot was squelching between his claws, like he had grasped onto a mound of heated wet clay. Still, the sound of sloshing and groaning emitted from below.

Slowly, the colorful drake brought his wings out and around from his back. Keeping his chest pressed firmly pec to pec with the wingless dragon's own, Berric continued to grind and grope, panting lightly as his own arousal strained and ground against the firming bulge in the black jock. The dark orange membranes of his wings encroached around Conrad, hiding more and more of the locker room from him. Or rather, the wings were hiding the both of them from the rest of the locker room... as well as any muscular dragon standing ten feet tall could hide.

Conrad couldn't hold back any longer. He tilted his head and pressed forward to meet snouts with the colorful dragon. At the same time he had lunged into the kiss, careful not to press his chin to Berric's chin-spikes, his free hand came up under the curling wings and groped the side of the stripper's torso. His black claws grasped at and felt over the muscle definition beneath his companion's cream-colored ventral scales.

Berric met the kiss, parting his lips. As he deepened the meeting of maws, his wings came down around Conrad, the membranes conforming to the valleys and mountains of his powerful back. Delving his tongue into the bouncer's mouth, he wrestled its counterpart in a series of grinding twists.

Suckling on the intruder into his jaws, the grey dragon pushed back and slid his own tongue along its length as his hips continued to grind and roll his bulge against Berric's. Conrad moaned into the lip-lock, inhaling sharply through his nostrils as he felt a tremble in his jock as he began leaking pre once again.

A pair of wet, gurgling groans were heard within the sloshing and churning of the two jock-wrapped sacs as they were agitated with the eager draconic frotting. Both femboys lost coherence with a surge of orgasmic pleasure, the bulges and forms within becoming one with the thick reserves of seed.

Parting the kiss abruptly, the stripper panted. "Time to get our rubbers on."

Panting as well, Conrad grinned, bringing both claws down to dive into the turquoise pouch. He grasped the base of Berric's shaft and pulled upward without ever breaking eye contact with his companion. With a flex of his deltoids, he pulled the brown length free of the elastic strap, allowing the meat to continue swelling with only his nearby body in the way.

Berric growled with a smirk, delving one hand into the bouncer's black jock to pull forth his pink python. As it was harder already, a tug with his free hand on the elastic helped considerably. As he worked to fish the hooded rod free, the orange and brown dragon unfurled one wing from around his wingless counterpart. Ever the showman, the extended limb pressed back into the narrow locker, and then re-emerged with a pair of dragon sized condoms pinned between the wing-arm and a digit.

Too lusty to admire the showmanship, the grey drake grasped one of the packages and pulled it free. He carefully tore the wrapper to reveal the disk of precisely stored latex, letting the mylar pouch fall aside. He indexed the condom between his fingers, glancing to make eye contact with Berric.

The stripper took the moment of attention to bite into the corner of the other package. With a deft twist of his wrist and neck he tore the metallic wrapper, revealing the unharmed rubber. At the same time he firmly ground forward, rubbing the two bare, hooded members together. He brought his hand down, reaching to apply his rubber to the wingless drake's shaft.

Conrad let out a grunt as he splattered the inside of the stretched reservoir with his pre before it even made contact with his pink tip. "Asshole..." He muttered to Berric, even as he brought his hands down to return the favor and start wrapping up the stripper's pole.

Planting the rubber over the leaky glans, Berric started to deftly unfurl the latex along Conrad's girthy meat. "No, I'm a showman." He retorted with a playful growl as he dragged his hand down to work more of the condom down the pink flesh. The other hand had never left the bouncer's sac. "Lion's milk now."

Working the rubber out of its tightly rolled state with both hands, the grey drake grunted as he felt his own shaft jolt and start to inflate the reservoir already with how much pre he was leaking. He took a moment to register what Berric had said, before chuckling. "Soon to be Canadian."

The stripper grinned in return as he got the condom fully applied to Conrad's mast. "Nothing more Canadian than bagged milk."

Conrad considered this as he squeezed at the base of Berric's shaft with both hands, making sure the rubber was in place. After a moment he offered an alternative. "Mounties?"

Berric smirked, "Mount you?" The orange and brown drake grabbed onto the wingless dragon's hips with both hands. "I thought you'd never ask."

The black-clad bouncer huffed and stammered, a blush rising up his cheeks. He gritted his teeth, eyes darting, before he pivoted, turning to lean over the bench in the middle of the aisle. "Cover me in your wings if someone shows up."

"You'd want me to wrap you in my wings even if we were alone in a locked room..." The colorful dragon rumbled as he ground his latex-coated shaft into the cleft of the chiseled glutes presented to him.

Conrad braced his hands on the bench as he put a knee down onto the cement floor. "Fuck you..." He curled his tail away from his hips, pressing back into the grinding between his grey-scaled cheeks.

"No, Conrad." Berric lined himself up, pulling his hips back for a moment. "I'm the one fucking you." He thrust inward, the slick rubber spreading the bouncer's ass easily.

Blush growing brighter, the grey dragon clenched his claws into the bench and pushed his hips back more firmly. He panted as he worked over inch after inch of steadily sinking shaft, impatient to get to the thrusting. When he finally felt the turquoise-wrapped sac push up against his thighs and his own jock-wrapped balls in between, he grunted, clenching down firmly. "Stop teasing and get on with it..."

Wings outstretched, the stripper laid his chest down over Conrad's back. He carefully wrapped his powerful arms up under the wingless drake's torso as he pulled his hips back, before he extended his wings upward and forward. The 'thumbs' at the joint of his extra appendages hooked against the other dragon's wrists and held firmly. Berric thrusted forward to the hilt, squeezing with his arms and wings, before pulling back to thrust again.

Conrad grunted at the hilting, before letting out a growl. He clenched down and pushed back to try to heighten the impact of the next thrust. He was so close to his peak already from all the teasing since the already rapturous consumption. His body began to tense as he bore down onto the pounding of his hips.

Berric curled his toes into the concrete to give himself better leverage as he thrust. He felt the signs of coming to the edge in the bouncer beneath him and thrust faster, slamming his hips against the grey glutes harder. When he felt the tell-tale quiver, he pulled out rapidly, spreading his wings outward again.

The bouncer bellowed as his orgasm washed over him. The already water-balloon sized reservoir on his condom suddenly distended with the force of the white cream lancing through the clear collection of pre within. The latex snapped back into shape between pumps, but was distorted again with the next each time. The weight of the output was starting to drag at the rubber, so Conrad reached one arm back to grasp at the base, pinning the stripper's arms to his waist in the process.

The orange and brown dragon abruptly swung his extended wings down, sending the condom wrappers and other bits of litter blowing about between the lockers. Bringing his hips back down at the same time, the stripper felt the top of his wrapped cock slap against the tensing nuts wrapped in black fabric. The impact and the rhythmic jolting of the heavy balls atop his rod were enough to get Berric to start unloading as well. His wings settled to the floor on either side of the bench, hiding the pair of inflating rubbers from the rest of the locker room.

Conrad panted heavily as he finished gushing into his condom. The one arm supporting his upper body trembled slightly as afterglow rushed through his body, especially since he was supporting the other dragon's upper body as well.

Berric, having started second, was still pumping, his cock jolting up against the spent sac with each gush of former fox. Each of his breaths came out as a panting huff against the spikes on the back of Conrad's jaw.

The bouncer grunted and flexed his glutes, starting to press himself upright with his companion still draped over his back.

Finally coming down from his own peak, the colorful dragon squeezed around Conrad's chest, his wings wrapping up over the grey drake's torso. "What, no cuddling?"

Scrunching his snout, Conrad continued pushing himself upright. "Our shifts at Nature Calls start in about an hour."

"Fair enough." Berric unwrapped himself from the bouncer, then unwrapped his cock of the condom. With practiced twists and tugs, he tied off the rubber bag filled with a femboy fox's worth of semen. "We can cuddle at the end of the shift, instead."

"I'm topping, then." The grey dragon carefully removed his own rubber, tying it just as easily as his companion had.

The stripper chuckled in response, gingerly tucking his spent shaft into his jock once more. He moved to his locker to start getting his street clothes on, feeling the extra snugness afforded by the small boost of muscle mass.

Conrad tucked himself into his own black jockstrap and tugged his matching black 'Security' tee out of his locker. "What do you say whoever sacks the most customers by the end of the night tops?"

Berric shifted his hips as he worked his jeans up his muscular legs. "Oh, and just have you making up justifications to cock customers with the authority vested in you as bouncer." He got the denim up over his hips and carefully worked the massive bulge of his turquoise jock into the fly.

Stepping into his own sweatpants, the wingless dragon scoffed. "Strippers don't even need to justify grabbing any ol' customer to 'add to the show'..."

Tugging his shirt down over his head, the colorful drake grinned winningly. "Exactly." Berric pulled a jacket out of his locker and closed it, spinning the dial. He carefully positioned his wings to put on the coat properly, leaving it open so that the form of his chest would be easy to read through the taut tee beneath.

Conrad got the sweats up around his hips as the stripper started strutting away on his large claws. Closing his own locker, the grey drake followed. "So, are we on or not?" Both massive dragons turned the corner out of the aisle of the locker room, leaving two man-sized condoms behind, neatly positioned directly beneath the bench.