Sweet Revenge
"Have you seen my mesh shirt?"
"No."
"C'mon, I know you did the laundry today!"
The young lizardman sighed and picked himself up out of the chair. Grumbling, he dug through the laundry basket, fishing around until he extracted it. The thing was two sizes too small anyways. He wrinkled his nose and tossed it at the small purple dragon in his room.
"Little good may it do you."
The purple dragon stuck his tongue out at the lizard man before pulling the shirt over his chest. The fabric strained against his broad chest, the mesh cutting into his chest scales just a little. He pulled on the baggy shorts over the cropped spandex ones he wore beneath. It may have been a little uncomfortable, but beauty was pain after all.
He strode out of the room, posing for the lizardman.
"How do I look?"
The lizardman didn't even turn, he just sipped his tea.
"Like a boy whore."
"Good. Just what I was shooting for." The dragon stuck his tongue out at the lizardman.
The lizardman rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I swear. If it's this much of a hassle to live with you now, god knows what it will be like when you're actually older."
"Look, I just like going out and being... desired."
"And I don't desire you enough here?"
The purple dragon crossed his arms over his chest, "Well you won't even look at me and you've been hassling me about this all day."
"I just don't see the point in getting dressed up like that, wearing clothes far too small of you just so you can see about teasing someone and getting everyone to fawn over you." He sipped his tea again, "As if your ego wasn't already big enough."
The purple dragon snorted and picked up the satchel before tromping out the front door in a huff. It was mostly good-natured ribbing, but it still rubbed him the wrong way. Greg knew full well that he wouldn't do anything dangerous or anything dishonest. He just liked letting loose and enjoying a little sin.
Greg, the lizardman, glanced sidelong at the door and smiled broadly to himself.
***
The purple dragon walked up to the warehouse door, knocking loudly on it. Within, a bouncer pulled the door open and gruffed at the young dragon for his ticket. After some rummaging through the satchel, he presented it to the bouncer and was allowed in.
The dancefloor was a mass of writhing bodies, all in various states of undress and the majority of them grinding against each other in one way or another. The purple dragon smiled and waded through the bodies, getting into the music's sweet spot. He could feel it moving around and inside him, the notes reverberating in his chest. He moved smoothly, almost serpentine, writhing with the music as well. He kept his eyes open, watching those around him. Sometimes, he'd nudge his tail or hip against some equally attractive guy, smiling a little to himself as he watched their reactions. Some were blank, just as slight blush and moving back. Others gawked, and those were his favorites. He played them up for all they were worth, teasing and grinding against his 'prey' for a while before disappearing back into the thick of the crowd.
Greg would never understand why he did this. He was such a prude at times, but a sweet guy nonetheless. Despite his desire for anonymous sex with hot guys, he'd never want to mess up the good thing he had with Greg.
Then his eyes fell on a darkened shadow in the corner of the room.
Sitting nonchalantly was a massive black beast. It's scales shimmered like they held a charge, almost sparking with every movement. It's eyes were a brilliant shade of blue, dark and shadowed by it's brow. It's chest scales were a soft almost icy blue, glistening as well with each slow and steady breath. Broad wings arched out from it's back, unhindered by any kind of shirt. Around it's legs were a pair of tight latex pants, fastened with a rivet in the front. They soaked up all the surrounding light and without thinking, the purple dragon found himself moving closer.
He was only a few feet away from the magnificent beast when he noticed the distinctive swell beneath the latex. It was a he and an extraordinarily well hung he. The purple dragon swallowed as he looked up, the black beast staring down at him and smiling. A claw was extended and the young dragon was lifted easily into a chair.
"And you are?" the dark dragon spoke softly, his voice almost echoing even in the noise saturated room.
"M-m-mike."
"Nice to meet you Mike. Was there a reason you were staring at me?"
"Y-y-you're gorgeous!"
"Mm. And you come here to oggle gorgeous dragons?"
"Uh... n-no... I... well... you see..."
The black dragon raised an eyeridge, "Yes?"
"I...you...uh..."
The dragon leaned down and whispered softly into Mike's ear. "Let me guess... You are young, vibrant dragon and you would like to know exactly what this..." Mike just barely realized a paw was on his own before it was pressed firmly against the massive bulge. He gulped. "..is. In the biblical sense."
Mike nodded, the brain-body connection lost long ago.
***
It was warm and sweet-smelling in the little alcove. The rigged curtain kept out most of the light, but the flash from the dance floor or the glow of a glowstick would still work it's way through the semi-sheer fabric. Incense wafted from above in a small bronze burner, filling the room with a gentle haze. The huge black dragon was already above him, running his claws down along Mike's chest, teasing his scales through the shirt. The young dragon's eyes lolled back as his head rested on the pillows beneath him.
Gentle kisses touched along his neck as soft nibbles ran over his scales. The beast's claws were skilled beyond what he would have thought possible. Gentle pricks touched him all over, grazing over his most sensitive areas and pushing all his buttons. His own moist erection strained against it's spandex prison, his more modest shorts having been long ago discarded. A sharp bite drew a sudden gasp from him, his hips arching without thinking. His retrained cock met with a large paw, thick fingers coiling around it and squeezing firmly. Mike's body shuddered, his own claws digging into the padding beneath him.
The dark dragon began to peel the shorts from the young dragon's hips, his muzzle dipping down lower with each tug. Mike gasped, his hips twitching as his length slid out into the warm air. A gentle breeze caressed his heavy sac as a moist tongue flickered down over the purple dragon's warm length. His hips hunched upwards as a brief spurt of precum splashed against the dragon's ebon tongue. The tongue continued to caress the young dragon's length, traling up along the sides and flickering delicately over the tip. Mike shuddered, groaning as his arched his hips upward, trying to thrust into the dark dragon's muzzle. Scaled slips slipped away, the only touch was the teasing caress of the thin tounge.
Mike whimpered as he was teased, his body flexing and straining. The dark dragon slid his paw down, grasping Mike's wrists and pulling them together for a moment. Without a word the purple length disappeared into the black dragon's muzzle. The thick length slid easily into the velvety muscles of his throat. The purple dragon quivered, shuddering as the dark dragon swallowed steadily, his throat rippling along the over-stimulated shaft. Cool air rushed over the warm flesh with each breath the dragon took, sending tiny shivers up Mike's spine. Slowly, the larger dragon released Mike's paws, drawing one up to his neck. Though the tough hide, Mike could feel his own shaft, bulging against the dark dragon's throat, the smooth muscles squeezing and caressing it beneath his paw. Mike cried out, whimpering as he shot a thick load of creamy seed deep into the dark dragon's gullet, pulsing against his paw as he climaxed. The tongue continued to caress the spent shaft, drawing out every drop. The purple dragon's body tingled with the afterglow, every muscle humming softly beneath his scales as his length slowly slid from the moist confines of the dragon above him. His head was in a daze and he did not realized that the dragon had moved until he looked again.
The dragon was bare now, gleaming and glossy above him. Between the powerful thighs rested a massive ebon shaft. Mike stared unabashedly, his groin quivering as his half-hard erection began to spring to life once more. The dragon brought down a massive paw, stroking along his heavy length, letting his precum drip over his fingertips. Mike had never seen a cock so impressive, save for his own lover's length. Even this seemed somehow meatier. He whimpered as the dragon lowered his muzzle again, the ebon snout disappearing beneath his balls as that skillful tongue began to caress and moisten his twitching tailhole.
Mike whimpered softly, his erection throbbing painfully once again as his balls churned. His tailtip thrashed as the ebon beast took it's time lubricating his tight back passage. Slowly, the ebon snout lifted and the warmth of a throbbing cocktip replaced it. Mike gasped as the beast hilted it's cock within him in a single thrust. His body protested, but his mind was awash. He clutched himself around the massive length within him, flush with the rough play this dragon seemed interested in. Mike could feel the ridge of the dragon's cock pressing up through his belly, filling him full like he always enjoyed. Gary was always too worried about harming him. The dragon began to thrust slowly and steadily, arching his hips to grind the meaty tip of his cock deep within the tight confines of the dragon below him. Mike gasped and shuddered, his arms sliding around the dragon above, drawing himself against the massive frame. His cock twitched again, firing out a thin stream of clear cum over the dark beast's belly.
Each beat of his heart seemed to be punctuated by the dragon's steady thrusts, forcing that meaty cock deep within Mike's backside. He slid a paw down from the powerful shoulders, his own frame now cradled against the dark beast's chest. He trailed his fingertips down along his flat belly, feeling the muscles move as the massive shaft within him pushed oh so deep. He rubbed it through his bellyscales, whimpering at the erotic feeling of being so full of cock. His own shaft twitched again, half-heartedly, oozing out a few dribbles of his vestigial seed. He had no clue how many times he had orgasmed, or how long they had been behind the curtain. All he knew was the feeling of fullness and soon, the rush of warmth. The dragon growled above Mike, his body shuddering as load after load of hot cum poured within the purple dragon's bowels, flooding him.
Mike's eyes closed as his body fell into exhaustion.
***
He woke up a few minutes later, his clothes in a pile on the floor. There was no sign of the dragon anywhere, and the only proof there of was his immensely well-used rump. He gathered his things, sliding on his clothes and blushing to himself. Embarrassment and anger rushed into his cheeks. What was play, now had turned sour, and he still had to go home.
He skulked his way through the streets, kicking away the stones beneath his feet. He already felt the sense of overwhelming guilt even as he touched the doorknob.
The shower was running as he got home. Greg must have been in there. He ducked into the bedroom and peeled off his clothes, tossing them into the hamper. The tears were already pouring down his cheeks as he stood there naked, feeling violated. He kicked the closet door, whimpering as he sunk down against it. Through his tears, he looked out over the room, over everything he'd ever built with Greg and all he could think was about how he'd just thrown it all away. The pictures, the bed, the latex pants.
Latex pants?
Mike wiped up his sniffling snout, peeling back the covers to expose a pair of black latex pants, fastened with a rivet. They looked, familiar.
Greg stepped out of the shower and wiped down his thigh and calf when Mike busted in the door with bloodshot eyes and a pair of latex pants.
"Where is he?!?!"
Greg blinked, "Who?"
"That dragon! The one that fucked me at the rave!"
Greg raised an eyeridge at Mike, who was now beet red. "Some dragon fucked you at the rave?"
Mike stuttered as Greg glowered, leaning in close.
"Did he talk like this?" Greg said in a familiar, sultry tone.
Mike was completely flustered now and gaped.
Greg smiled broadly, "You think you're the only one who likes being desired?"
"But... How?"
"Worked out, but you didn't notice." Greg flexed a little before the purple dragon. "Of course, I hadn't gotten any new clothes yet."
"You're green!"
"And I can get body paint just like anyone else..."
"But you were... But I... But..."
Greg patted Mike's shoulder, leaning forward and giving him a kiss, "I forgive you love. Just don't go screwing around with dangerous dragons like that again." He smiled and licked Mike's cheek before walking past.