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Brunton's ear flicked at the sound of liquid overflowing a vessel. The well-dressed bartender halted mid-motion from inverting a chair to set on a table. It was after hours, so the sound could only be one thing. He shoved the chair down on the table hard enough to make the wood creak and stomped his way over to the bar.

Standing up on a stool was the bartender-in-training Auron. His eyes were locked on a diagram in an open book on the bar as the rest of his body stood still. The bottle of vodka in his hand was glugging away, each splash of spirit sending a wave over the edge of the pony he was using to measure, pooling up on the lacquered work surface.

The larger bartender roared with frustration as he arrived, seeing the full extent of the mess. As Brunton was a dragon-skink of considerable size, his voice struck the air with the force of a freight train, a credit to his lung capacity.

His pupil jolted in surprise, tossing his arms up in the air. The bottle kept going when his hands stopped, spinning end over end with a stream of vodka spiraling outward. Auron felt his heart beating in his chest, his fight-or-flight reaction to a male so much larger of his species roaring so close sending jitters through his body.

Brunton lunged with another stomp, straining his suit coat to catch the vodka before the bottle could come crashing down. The massive reptilian exhaled slowly to calm himself down, closing his eyes as he set the bottle right side up on a dry part of the bar. After another moment, he opened his eyes and grasped a bar-rag, tossing it to the smaller dragon-skink. "Pay attention. Every spill you make is a drink we can't sell."

Still trembling, Auron nodded, grasping the bar-rag and mopping up the spill. The whole time, he stared up at the senior bartender, taking in his masculine features, the terra-cotta colored beard that made his already statuesque jaw look larger. His shoulders that always appeared to be straining his suit coat. The curve of his chest under the formal clothes and how that tapered down to his hips perfectly from every angle. The sheer thickness of his tail...

He was knocked out of his gaze by the sound of the book he'd been reading slamming shut. Brunton's broad hand was pinning it closed. "It's better to learn from watching than to read and look at diagrams. No wonder you locked up."

The smaller dragon-skink jolted from the sharp sound, but didn't look like he was going to scamper away to hide, this time. When Auron had parsed what his senior had said, he nodded, tossing the now soaked bar-rag into the sink.

Brunton walked along behind the bar. "Now you sit on the customer side." He started gathering bottles as he spoke.

Auron looked back at the massive bartender, and then deftly vaulted his comparatively tiny body over. He landed with his dress pants in a bit of leftover vodka still clinging to the surface, but he didn't think it mattered. He slipped his rear off the bar and twisted around to sit on a stool with his arms up on the bar.

The bearded dragon-skink set his collection of bottles and other components down. "Now, one of my favorite drinks. Piña colada." Brunton reached up above the bar and pulled down two daiquiri glasses. "You're not ready for the blender, so it'll have to be on the rocks." He got out a fresh pony/jigger measure and began measuring out from the four collected bottles.

Leaning his hairless jaw on his knuckles, the smaller male tried to pay attention to what the older bartender was doing. Unfortunately, looking at the bottles meant that Auron was looking at Brunton's meaty hands... which led him to stare at how his thick arms strained the sleeves of his coat. Then he was just openly gazing up at the larger man's chest, his multicolored tail swaying about behind him.

Brunton paused and turned around to get something he hadn't brought before.

Distantly, Auron heard ice being gathered, but his focus was on how the back of the jacket framed what must have been such powerful toned muscles on the dorsal side of the magnificent specimen before him. The lines on the coat led his gaze down to the thick base of the larger dragon-skink's tail, framed by the two coat tails and helping keep the no doubt muscular rump of the senior bartender mostly obscured. He pressed off his elbows to get a better look down the length of the scaly limb.

The massive male's colored scales traveled in long bands along the top of the powerful rear appendage, much the same as the smaller reptile's, but in more subdued colors... clay red, maroon and grey... The only other place the grey scales showed from under the formal dress was at the nape of his neck, just barely peeking over his collar enough to be seen from such a low angle... Brunton turned back to the demonstration, holding a silver pair of shaker cups, the inner nested one filled with ice. "As this is traditionally a blended drink we'll be shaking it."

Of course, because the smaller dragon-skink had pressed up onto his hands fully to get a look below the belt, when his instructor turned Auron's gaze was already fixated right where the groin of the suit slacks resided. He held his breath, eyes widening as he just re-acquainted himself with the sight of the sheer size of the bulge that the fabric had to cover up. Brunton was big all over, but the lump in his uniform pants... He had to will himself to forget about it to even do his work as well as he was doing it!

Brunton rolled his eyes as he noticed the trajectory of his pupil's gaze. He didn't bring it up, finishing pouring the spirits and juices into the ice-filled cup. He set the empty cup on top, inverted, and pressed until the cool air contracted enough to make a rudimentary seal. The muscular reptile picked up the shaker and began to shake, rocking it gently at shoulder level with both meaty hands firmly holding on as the ice agitated with the four combined liquids within.

The movement upward coaxed Auron to look up again, this time to the bigger male's handsome, stern expression. He estimated Brunton must have been at least three times his size... between the height difference and the sheer muscle mass he showed. The smaller of the two draconids had decent enough musculature for his size, filling out his yards-fewer suit with proportionately broad chest and defined arms, but beside his instructor he may as well have been a twig.

The taller of the only two left in the establishment popped the seal with a light twist of his wrists and set the top cup aside. Brunton used two fingers to keep all of the ice just surging out while still allowing a few cubes to tumble out with the pouring cocktail into the daiquiri glass. Once the last of the drink was released from the shaker, he set that aside as well. Carefully he took a toothpick and skewered a maraschino cherry, before using the other end to affix it to a pineapple quarter. With a firm press the dragon-skink affixed the wedge to the edge of the glass, and then he took a reusable whipping canister and unloaded whipped cream into the 'head' space. "There. A piña colada on the rocks." He slipped a straw into the curvy serving vessel and placed it gently directly between Auron's hands. "Try it."

The pupil blushed as he realized he had been addressed. He sat back onto the stool and took the straw between his lips, the white of his lower jaw meeting the red of his upper. He sucked up some of the drink. His eyes lidded on their own as the combination of flavors struck his tongue as his diaphragm flexed. Unbidden a moan of pleasure jettisoned from his nostrils, eyes sinking all the way shut as he began to eagerly drink more of the cocktail.

Brunton crossed his arms, smirking. "Now. You make one."

Auron's eyes snapped open, the warm, tropical feelings from the drink in his claws fading to dull reality in an instant. He had forgotten entirely that he was a pupil in this situation... His eyes darted about at the four bottles, the shaker cups, the garnishes... Sure he had to combine all four components in the shaker, but he hadn't paid attention to the proportions at all...

The small dragon-skink let out a long, slow breath to calm himself, setting the drink Brunton had made aside. Carefully he grasped the measure and the bottle of pineapple juice, filling up the jigger side. He poured the measure out into the shaker, eyes darting up at his instructor for any tell whether he was done with the juice or not.

"Now two ounces of the coconut cream." The almost overly masculine draconid prompted. Brunton began to walk around the bar, eyes focused on his pupil as he grasped the next bottle.

Auron filled the jigger again and dumped that straight into the shaker, before reaching for the rum. He knew this was less... he remembered seeing Brunton flip the measure for one of the two rums... He filled the pony side with the dark rum and dumped that into the mix, looking back to where he'd last seen the larger dragon-skink.

Brunton was no longer there, instead on the same side of the bar as Auron and approaching him steadily. "And an ounce and a half of the white rum."

Obediently, he flipped the measure again, squinting at the single gradation inside the jigger, indicating the three quarters point for this very purpose. Auron poured up to the line carefully and dumped it out into the shaker. Setting the bottle and pony/jigger down, he took the 'top' metal cup and shoved it down on top of the ice-filled half. With one hand supporting the frosted up side and the other making sure the top cup didn't come off, he held the shaker in front of him vertically and bounced it up and down.

Massive clawed hands encroached on the smaller male's vision as the senior bartender reached out to correct the technique. Brunton's bulge pressed against the small of Auron's back as his palms cupped over the entirety of either of the shorter dragon-skink's claws. With a delicate touch, he guided his pupil's hands to one shoulder, changing the motion to a diagonal, more orbital oscillation.

Auron quivered, blushing deeply as he was given such an up-close example of just how much he was dwarfed by the bearded reptile. His eyes unfocused a bit, hands continuing to rock the shaker as he was instructed. His mind was rather occupied with the fact that within his trousers his genital slit had unceremoniously dumped his member forth and out into the snugly tailored fabric. As such he had formed a rather straining tent all at once, the small dragon-skink breathing faster as he hoped that wasn't noticed.

Pulling away, Brunton moved to stand next to Auron. "That's enough shaking."

Perking up, the short draconid swallowed and set the shaker down. He reached out for the empty daiquiri glass.

The massive hand of the senior bartender came down onto his own, halting the action efficiently. "I'm not thirsty for a piña, anyway."

"W-what drink would you like?" Auron asked softly, nervous to meet the imposing man's gaze.

Removing his hand from the smaller dragon-skink's own, Brunton pointed a single claw at the quite overt tenting in Auron's slacks.

With an undignified squeak the undoubtedly aroused male snapped his gaze up to his instructor's face. He froze, seeing the smirk on his lips... and the look in his eyes...

"It's been a while since I've been ogled by a smaller member of our species... feels very nice." Brunton explained, smirk broadening into a grin. "And you do handle yourself very well for your size... nicely proportioned too." As Auron continued to stare in a stunned silence, he reached out and grasped the collar of his pupil's shirt, pulling him up to a standing position on his stool. "I'm also into little guys." He growled quietly, as if there was anyone around to overhear.

Before Auron could process that confession, he found his mouth spread by a massive tongue and his lips firmly grinding against Brunton's own. He felt positively tiny, squirming in place as he was overwhelmed with the sheer magnitude of the deep kiss. All the while his shaft twitched and started to leave a dark mark in his slacks from the pre starting to leak freely.

Just as suddenly, Brunton released his grasp and pulled away from the kiss, standing upright once more. "I think I'm ready for that piña now..."

Woozily, the flustered male reached for the daiquiri glass again, only to find that giant hand interrupting again.

The massive dragon-skink plucked the glass away sharply. "That's not the vessel I want it in. There's another I have in mind." His voice was a cool rumble, nearly a growl.

Auron swallowed, not sure what his instructor had in mind, unable to keep his worries from showing on his face.

Brunton leaned down close, eyes burning with lust. He grasped onto Auron's collar again, tugging him roughly up onto his toes to get him nearly snout to snout. He opened his mouth and silently mouthed 'You' and let the moment hang in the air. Once recognition sparked within his pupil's eyes, he pushed the smaller male back onto his heels and sharply stood up again. "Strip." He ordered, simply and dispassionately.

The shorter male felt as though his whole face was aglow with his blush, glad his facial scales were already red, at the very least. The orange markings on his brow and ears had long since been obliterated by the rush of blood to his skin, however. With shaky fingers, Auron undid his jacket, then his vest beneath, fidgeting in place as he ached to move faster, but at the same time knew from experience that trying to rush the complicated uniform's removal resulted in him getting caught on something, invariably.

At the same time, his senior undid the cufflinks on his sleeves and set them down beside the daiquiri glass. With far more practiced ease, Brunton's thick fingertips deftly undid buttons nearly without stopping at each hole; a smooth movement down his coat, then back up to repeat down the vest, and finally again for the straining shirt. The white fabric parted, slowly revealing the triangular patch of fluff that graced the apex of his massive pectorals, hairs matching the color of his beard. With a flex of his powerful shoulders, he got all three of his garments above the belt to doff from his torso, revealing the rest of his musculature as he smoothly worked his arms free of the layered sleeves.

Auron had just barely gotten his trousers open when he paused to stare at the massive torso... It seemed even bigger outside of the dignified suit coat. His shaft flopped forward into the open as his fly parted, throbbing up to full erection quickly with the lack of anything to stop it. His tapered shaft had a ridge along the underside, serrated with fleshy peaks. He let go of his slacks and stepped slowly out of them, pointing his toes to keep from getting his legs tangled as his attention focused on his instructor's hands moving to undo his own pants.

The fabric parted over the navy blue bulge of Brunton's straining jockstrap. He smoothly worked himself free of his trousers, using one foot to pass the hem up to one of his meaty hands, compressing the bulge of his endowment between his calf and thigh for a moment. It was clear to the smaller dragon-skink that the much larger male was fully external in that region, unlike Auron's own.

The massive man grunted as he tugged upon the elastic of his undergarment, pulling it to its limits and still not quite having enough room to just pull it over the full space that his loins took up. He had to shift his hips back and forth and carefully compress his shaft down into his scrotum with his other hand to get himself free. With a snap of elastic against his knees, the last covering on his statuesque form fluttered to the floor, revealing his already swelling maleness to the empty bar. "Lie on the bar."

Rapidly looking up and down the bar, the smaller male walked across a few stools to get to a spot on the bar not occupied with the spread out components from the demonstration. Still blushing deeply, Auron clambered onto the lacquered surface and lay down. He looked back to Brunton to see he was making another garnish of pineapple and cherry.

Not letting the toothpick stick out of either side, the skilled bartender approached his bare pupil. With a smirk he casually tucked the garnish under Auron's shaft, propping it upright somewhat. Brunton then reached back down the bar and got the whipped cream. "Don't move." He rumbled.

Auron did his best to obey, the cool touch of the cherry against his pulsing erection soon joined by the chill of cold, aerosol-fluffed cream making him want to squirm in place. He clenched his fists to stay still as the whipped cream was applied along the spiny ridge of his member.

Brunton brought the canister up to do a swirl over either side of his pupil's pectorals. He reached down to draw a sort of collar of whipped cream along Auron's throat, before pausing with a pensive look. Smirking, he gently pinched either of the smaller male's cheek's with his index finger and thumb of his free hand, forcing the associated mouth open. The senior bartender stuck the nozzle of the canister directly into his mouth and pulled the trigger, flooding the whole chamber with the fluffy sweetness.

The garnished dragon-skink quivered a bit from the extra cold, being manhandled this way... But he managed to stay still, watching as the canister was put away.

The increasingly erect hyper grasped the shaker, bringing up to his shoulder with as much a dignified pose as he had while dressed, shaking the drink. The motion sent ripples across his muscular form, shaking his pecs and making his steadily rising shaft bounce about. Brunton popped the seal on the shaker and picked up a cocktail strainer, setting it over the ice and piña filled container. Suddenly, he snatched the garnish from beneath the cream-coated shaft, letting it flop down onto the laid out reptile's belly again.

Auron gasped in surprise, looking up just in time to watch Brunton bite the fruit off the toothpick and flick the tiny piece of wood away. The smaller male shuddered and did his best to stay still as the distance between them was closed further.

Brunton scooped under Auron's back with one massive claw and brought the shaker forward, tilting it. He allowed a thin stream of cocktail to pour onto the smaller dragon-skink's belly, then immediately dove in with his tongue extended to gather up the alcoholic mixture. The broad muscle didn't halt there, either. It scooped around to wipe a handful of whipped cream from the shorter male's shaft.

The cream-coated draconid shuddered and let out a quiet whimper as suddenly the warmth from the larger male's tongue moved away from his groin, leaving quite a bit of whipped cream behind. The intense sensation returned in conjunction with another splash of piña across his chest. He arched his back with a plaintive groan, feeling the broad hand on his back lift him further into a seated position.

Slurping along the smaller male's pecs, the bartender rumbled and poured out a full ounce, catching the cocktail between the curve of his tongue and Auron's body. Deftly he curled and tilted, slurping it up, before licking up the last of the cream on the white ventral scales.

Panting through his nose, Auron felt his shaft twitch and leak as the intense sensations sent his mind alight... he wondered if this is what being overstimulated was like...

Brunton shifted his hold, cupping his hand around the back of the shorter dragon-skink's shoulder and neck. He splashed another healthy dose into the pocket there, before grinding his tongue against his palm and the green scales on the side of the trembling vessel's throat. He dragged his tongue around, across the ventral pattern to where viridian was once more revealed.... One last dose of cream left.

Auron bashfully opened his mouth a bit wider, still filled with the sugary foam. As he'd surmised, the last of the piña was poured right into his jaws... but it wasn't for him. The now familiar form of Brunton's tongue lunged in after it.

The larger dragon-skink set the now drained shaker aside and scooped up under his pupil with both hands, raising him up as he kissed deeply. His tongue delving all the way to the throat, Brunton ensured that every last ounce of that drink crossed his lips, along with the cream he had filled Auron's jaws with.

Abruptly parting the kiss, Brunton set his sights on the last of the garnishing he'd put on the short reptile, having slid down along his shaft and around his genital slit. The bearded man's tongue extended once more, but his mouth was surrounding the needful throbbing spire.

Squeaking out sharply, Auron squirmed and quivered at the sudden and intense fellatio. He curled and splayed his toes, his tail twitching and swishing about.

Even with all the wriggling, the bartender kept control of the hips in his grasp. A low rumble escaped the massive dragon-skink's chest as his ears clearly pivoted to take in every little bit of the high pitched sounds he was milking out of Auron's throat. He curled and wrapped his tongue, suckling every last bit of the whipped cream away, appreciating how it mixed with the flavor of the smaller male's pre. Then he shoved his tongue between one side of the slit and the root of the spined cock.

Gasping for breath and feeling as though his slit was stretched to its limit, the shorter draconid tensed up. He shuddered, head flopped back against the other supporting hand, before he felt the stretch press up into his belly. Eyes wide, Auron got up the energy amongst his haze of overwhelming pleasure to look down... He saw Brunton's jaws wrapped around his pelvis between his legs... and just below his navel a shifting bulge.... Moving at the same rate as he felt the stretch deep inside him changing.

The distention that the powerful tongue was making somehow pushed higher up the torso, sliding and grinding, prodding and testing. The blunt tip speared up past the navel and twisted to poke upward before diving to grind firmly towards Auron's spine. The smaller male panted heavily, eyes focused on the shifting bulge travelling upward further, soon making it all the way to the solar plexus.

Then, before Auron could discover if the tongue could have wormed between his pecs, the whole thing reeled away. Brunton pulled his jaws free and licked his lips, smirking as he gently set the smaller male back down onto the bar, knowing full well he'd taken his pupil to the edge and denied him crossing it.

Auron blushed deeply, flustered as what had happened crashed down on the part of his mind not ruled by lust and pleasure. He reached his claws up over his head and covered his face with his ears, letting out a soft whimper of embarrassment.

"I could use a bit of attention myself." Brunton rumbled, standing upright again. As he did, his throbbing, hyper-sized shaft rose into view above the bar. The white-scaled foreskin was pulled taut against the clay-red glans, pointed right over the smaller male's head.

Immediately forgetting his embarrassment, the dwarfed dragon-skink shifted up onto his knees and grasped onto the shaft behind the taut prepuce. He pressed his snout against the underside of the fleshy underside and took a deep whiff of the scent of his senior, trembling at the concentration he found there. He took that in for a moment, before he started to grind his tongue into the white scales, working his way down towards the heavy balls at the base and the tuft of masculine fur in the cleft between them.

Auron hadn't made it halfway down the rod, however, when the familiar meaty claw grasped the back of his cranium. Gently but firmly Brunton guided the smaller male's tongue back up to the exposed brick head of his throbbing cock. When he got him there, he stopped, keeping the short dragon-skink's snout level with the slit of his urethra.

About to start licking again, Auron halted, eyes wide. The meatus before him spread open, like the mouth of a serpent rolled on its side. He stared down into the musky depths, light not penetrating far enough to see more than a few inches in... but enough to show how open the passage was...

With a grunt, Brunton stuffed the blunt tip of his vessel's muzzle into his cock, not stopping until the lips of his slit covered Auron's eyes. He felt how tense the smaller reptile went... then grinned as he felt the licking resume. The massive male groaned, holding on tight as he felt the tongue flicking and grinding around within his arousal. Panting heavily, he let go of his façade a bit more, rolling his eyes back in his head, just indulging in the pleasure tingling up his spine.

At the sounds he heard coming from up above, the small dragon-skink pushed his snout forward eagerly. With a wet slurk, Auron felt the hot flesh of his massive instructor's rod close around his saliva slickened throat. He raised one hand up, pressing his claws up against the base of his neck and started trying to push it into the rippling passage, continuing to lick eagerly.

Eyes wide, the bearded male noticed the fingers wiggling their way in. Brunton looked down and found his palm cupping his own spread glans instead of the back of Auron's head. Shifting his grip down to the smaller dragon-skink's shoulders he pulled back, shuddering at the increased suction caused by dragging something free from his meatus. He panted, growl rolling up from his chest, looking at the dazed pre-drizzled form on the bar. "No.... not yet. I can't wait that long to get in that runt hole of yours."

Blushing brightly, Auron swallowed nervously... he wasn't sure how much time he'd have to prepare for a stretch that great, but he twisted about to get himself on all fours, facing away. He nearly had gotten into position when he felt one of those large hands grasp him around the chest and pull him upright.

"I know how stretchy you can be." Brunton rumbled, his voice able to be felt nearly as much as heard. His other hand reached down to grasp Auron's still pulsing erection, stroking along it. The hand on the short draconid's chest slid down and twisted until his ring and middle fingers were astride the root of the spined spire. With a skillful flex, he dug the tips of his claws into the genital slit and spread his fingers apart.

The sudden stretching sensation set the small male writhing as he was lifted by that grip. A moment later, he was spread enough that his throbbing leaking length had its base exposed to the empty bar. The meaty claw that had been stroking off his shaft suddenly pivoted to press up and back. Auron's eyes widened as his fully erect cock was tucked up inside his own slit, up where the tongue had explored before.

The purpose was soon apparent as the hyper rod's brick red tip shoved between the spreading digits, grinding into the stretched white scales. Brunton ground the glans into place firmly until he found purchase. As soon as he was sure that he would push in instead of past the slit, he rolled his hips forward with a groan. No longer needed, his hands moved to press down on the smaller male's shoulders for leverage.

Auron gasped out as the massive cock took the same route the thick tongue had lubricated before, pushing up his abdomen and past his navel in one smooth stroke. It was a far more intense stretch than the oral organ had been. Within the short dragon-skink's mind discomfort and pleasure fought one another for dominance. He felt Brunton's pulse pushing his own shaft back against the inside of the slit with every inch that ground deeper, squeezing it with the greater magnitude of its presence beneath the reptilian's white ventral scales.

The dragon-skink trembled as he felt the hooded head against the back of his navel. Auron curled and splayed his toes as the sensations only grew more intense from there. The lump in his white ventral scales rolled higher with the steady, powerful insertion at the front of his pelvis, sending his tail trembling. His eyes crossed on their own when he felt the hyper shaft surpass the depth that was plumbed before, the bulge of the massive head bulging between his pectorals. And it wasn't stopping! The distension smoothly made its presence known above the increasingly stretched reptile's clavicle, overtaking his Adam's apple and bloating his neck out all the way to his jaw. He could taste something salty on the back of his tongue. He tried to swallow, but instead the flavor filled his mouth, some lubricating pre drizzling out between his clenched teeth.

Brunton panted heavily as he felt his erection push up between his claws where they stood on either shoulder. For the first time he pulled back a few inches and then thrust sharply forward, shoving down firmly with his hands on his sex toy's shoulders. He felt Auron's head tilt back, ears brushing through his thick patch of hair on his chest. This was quickly followed by the sensation of teeth spreading to make way for his mighty rod. The muscular bartender looked down, seeing his clay-red cock head emerging from the smaller dragon-skink's jaws.

With that impossible feat of his mouth being forced to open from the inside by another man's shaft, pleasure blew discomfort out of the water for Auron. The skewered male panted through his nose, tongue curling along the underside of the familiar foreskin. No part of his overwhelmed thoughts could be bothered to ask how this was possible.... Especially not when he began to release his load against the spine of the shaft where it buried into his genital slit.

With this added lubrication, the bearded draconid shifted his grip to around his makeshift cocksleeve's chest, holding Auron in place as he began to thrust wildly. Brunton pistoned again and again, losing himself to the pleasure. Distantly he felt the tremble of another orgasm roll through his living sex toy and the thrusting grew easier with even more seed to slicken things. But still, the massive male's peak was distant...

Auron's mind had gone blank with pleasure after his third orgasm, losing all track of time or the counting. He was just brought up and down the rod like the good sleeve he was, and that was all that mattered.

Trembling, Brunton suddenly pulled back, lifting the runt up his cock until the bulge was only just above the navel. He bellowed as his massive fur-graced balls jolted and bounced, the exposed urethral ridge of his member swelling out with the pressure of the oncoming torrent.

With the lack of thrusting and the ability to use his mouth again, the small dragon-skink murmured in confusion. Then, he felt a sudden return of pressure and heat where the cock had been, but the sensation was so much less hard. Auron's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. He reached up and clamped his mouth shut with his claws as he felt the surging gallons of seed pushing up his throat.

It was no use. The next shot sent dragon-skink semen striking the inside of his mouth so firmly that his mind stopped processing what was happening. His hands went limp and his eyes rolled back until only the whites were showing. That mind-blanking gush increased the pressure such that reptilian semen spurted from his nostrils in sharp jets before it ruptured the makeshift seal of his lips and limp claws. White cream gushed from Auron's mouth, splattering over the bar in front of him in surges with each jolt of Brunton's balls. The tiny male trembled, sure that more of the cum was messing up the poor bar than staying within his body.

When the contractions in his pelvic floor ceased, the bearded bartender huffed through his nostrils. He pulled the runt off his cock the rest of the way, setting Auron's feet down on the bar as he leaked from both ends. The hyper rod that had deposited all of that spunk pulsed and bounced above the lacquered surface, dripping white post-ejaculate. "I knew you could do it. You stretch well." He gently squeezed on the short dragon-skink's sides, accidentally sending some more of his cum spurting out. "Want a ride home?"

Auron trembled, sure that he couldn't stand on his own for a while yet. He swallowed to clear his throat and opened his mouth to answer, only to be interrupted.

"Before you decide..." Brunton's dominant smirk had returned. "There's a catch to taking a ride with me." He removed one hand from Auron's side and reached down to meaningfully pat the side of his still pendulously heavy sac.

The stretched and stuffed reptile blinked slowly, staring in confusion down at the massive nuts in their white-scaled scrotum. A blush rushed over Auron's face as he realized what Brunton meant. He swallowed again and nodded. "I'd like a ride, yeah..." His voice was a bit raspy after the stretching his throat had endured.

Grasping the wrecked runt in both hands, the bartender bent him forward and pushed Auron right back into the slit he'd been so eager to crawl down earlier. Brunton let out an appreciative moan at the return of the stretch to his recently spent shaft.

Auron tried to get traction on the cum-splattered bar beneath his feet, weakly shifting his shoulders. With trembling arms he brought his hands up to the sides of his throat, and slowly began to work his hands in on either side of his head. He had to go high as to avoid running into the spikes on the back of his lower jaw, which just made the positioning all the more awkward for the exhausted dragon-skink.

All at once, he was able to extend both arms forward and his journey inward began anew. Auron leaned his weight forward, getting into a diving posture as his chest sank through the elastic meatus. Then the stretched slit met another obstacle: The bloat in his belly from all the cum he'd managed to keep inside.

Adjusting his grip to the smaller male's legs, Brunton upturned Auron and began stuffing him in. He watched as even more of his seed was pushed out of the runt's genital slit by being forced through the much tighter passage. He bit his lip and shifted his hold till his thumbs were across both of the smaller male's soles, rolling his hips up towards his grip as much as he was pushing down. Soon, it was just the pair of feet and a bit of green and white tail jutting from his clay-colored cock's head. The massive male needed only to tug his shaft up towards his furred chest for gravity to overcome all other resistances.

Auron found himself finally sluicing down through the pulsing meat. His hands preceding him, the well-used runt splashed down into a pool of even more cum, sending a ripple through the heavy balls as his weight was added to them. Immediately, the consumed dragon-skink began drinking the cum, replenishing his filling he'd lost on the way in.

Brunton sighed, his shaft finally starting to go down. The bartender groaned a bit as it properly hit him the kind of cleanup he'd have to do, and now without an assistant to help. Within his groin he could feel Auron continuing to merrily drink, but otherwise be too tired to do much wriggling. At least the runt wouldn't distract him from his work with extra arousal.

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By the time the bar was clean, save for the unmistakable scent of a male dragon-skink's lust, Auron had passed out. Sexual exhaustion, most likely. The bartender had gotten himself dressed again, Brunton's jockstrap keeping his groin from swaying too much and disturbing his passenger. The massive male went around the bar making sure the windows and doors were locked, pondering.

Auron wouldn't make for a good bartender, he had decided. Brunton turned off the lights and stepped through the front door of the bar to the early morning sun. Locking up the front door, he chuckled at a thought: On the other hand, the runt would make for a good personal plaything...