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He'd been turned down five times. He really didn't want to go a sixth.

Trent scowled at the gas station from the alley across the street. He really wanted a pack of cigarettes, but he couldn't go in and buy them, the clerk wouldn't let him. Because Trent was 18 and it was illegal. The previous clerk hadn't been such a tightwad, he'd looked the other way and sold Trent his cigarettes, and everyone had been happy. But that one had been fired a couple months ago, and there was a new guy who was always so by the book, wouldn't sell Trent his cigs or sell them to anyone who he knew was buying them for Trent. And that pissed him off.

C'mon, man...why you gotta make it so hard? I'm givin' ya money, all you need to go is gimme the smokes. That's how this stuff's supposed to work.

Well, maybe not this time...Trent didn't have any money today. But someone would buy them for him, he was sure, just to be a nice guy. Except, the last five people he'd asked had told him to buzz off. And he wasn't going for just anyone, he targeted guys who looked like they didn't give a dip about the 'rules' and would help out a guy in need. Well, they weren't showing it, and it was starting to frustrate him. It was already past 11:30, it wouldn't be much longer before there was no one passing by for him to ask. And then what?

He wiped his brow and spat on the ground; he hadn't even been doing anything but was already feeling worn out. It was a hot night, he was only dressed in a holey T-shirt and ratty shorts and he was still hot. Not even a pair of shoes, he'd torched his sneakers last month and his dad wasn't buying him another pair, he was going without. He didn't care that much, they were pretty much ragged anyway...it wasn't like he expected anything, his dad didn't give a shit about him, Trent could do pretty much whatever he wanted but Dad wasn't gonna help him out of anything. So fucking what, he'd deal.

He scowled out on the sidewalk again, looking for anyone else who might possibly buy him something. That's when he spotted the dragon. He was huge, his scales a dusky grey but white along his front, muscular and intimidating...even Trent was a bit intimidated. But he knew dragons tended to play by their own rules a bit more, and he wasn't seeing anyone else, so he decided to go for it. As the dragon passed by, he called out to him. “Hey, buddy."

The dragon stopped and looked down at him, folding his arms. Up close, he looked even bigger...he had at least two feet on Trent, and about six times the muscle of the skinny human. He was also wearing even less, though his shorts looked brand new. “I'm not your buddy, kid. Whaddaya want?"

“Hey, man, chill, I'm not gonna pull a gun on you or nothin'. I just want a pack of smokes. You think you can get one for me?"

A headcock and snort from the dragon. “Really...and you think I'm just gonna give them to you?"

“C'mon, man, don't be a dick. It's just a few bucks, it's nothing. You're not gonna lose anything important. I just want a pack of Red Lines, that's it, help a guy out, man."

“My name's not 'man.' It's Gemron." The grey dragon was quiet for a moment, almost studying Trent, who was starting to get a bit irritated. Suddenly he turned on his heel and walked across the street. Trent grinned and leaned back against the wall of the alley; there was no way he had been planning on going that way before, he was definitely getting his smokes. Whaddaya know, there are still some cool guys in the world after all.

The minutes ticked by...Trent was starting to get a bit impatient. What was taking so long? He knew the clerk wasn't going to grill a dragon, especially a mountain of a dragon like this one. Maybe he forgot the kind...well, Trent didn't really care so much about the kind at this point, he had his preference but he'd been without long enough that anything would do. Did he bail? No, there wasn't another exit from the gas station, Trent would've seen him…

Finally, Gemron emerged, and there was clearly a pack of cigarettes in his hand. Trent almost did a fist pump, but held himself in check as the dragon approached him, claws clicking on the hard surfaces. “Man, you're awesome."

“I told you. Gemron. Not man."

“Yeah, whatever. C'mon, give 'em here."

“What're you offering?"

Trent faltered for a moment. “Huh?"

“For the cigs. What are you giving me for them?"

“You...what? You said you were gonna buy them for me?"

Gemron snorted again, and a small smirk appeared on his face. “Now when did I say that? I don't recall telling you I was going to buy cigarettes for you. In fact, I remember asking you, do you really think I'm just gonna give them to you?"

“What? Seriously, dude? It was just a few bucks!"

“And that's a few more bucks than you have, clearly. Maybe you shoulda thought of that before you started begging me for smokes. Unless you have something to give in return, you can kiss these goodbye."

“Dude! Fine, I've...fuck, all I've got are the clothes I'm wearing! Take 'em!" Trent yanked his shirt off and tossed it at Gemron's feet, then squirmed out of his shorts and kicked them away. He didn't have any underwear on, he didn't have any clean ones or ones that weren't totally falling apart, so now he was entirely naked - not a problem based on the weather, but he was probably going to get picked up for public nudity. So what, he'd at least get something fairly new-ish from that.

Gemron huffed and shook his head. “Those rags? Those aren't worth a few cents, much less a few dollars."

“Rgh! Well, fuck, I don't have anything else!"

“You've got something else. You've got your body. Maybe you should put that to use if you want your cigarettes."

Trent blinked. “What? Whaddaya mean? My body?"

“You want your smokes?" Gemron used his free hand to undo the button and zipper on his shorts, then dropped them to the asphalt and stepped out of them. “You want something in your mouth that badly? Suck me off."

That stopped Trent cold. “You...you can't be serious."

“You think so? That's what I want. That's all you've got. So it's time to prove yourself. You really want these that badly?" He shook the cigarettes in front of Trent's face. “You know what to do. I know you know what a blowjob is, otherwise you'd have started asking about that. Ever sucked dick before?"

“Fuck no! That's gay shit."

“Well, start getting used to gay shit." Gemron trailed a claw along his slit, and soon was able to push his growing erection out of it. Trent's eyes widened as the huge thing was thrust in front of his face; he'd never seen a cock that size, it put his own to shame. And his own wasn't exactly hidden...he was now uncomfortably aware that he was naked in front of another naked male. Maybe he shouldn't have been so hasty to throw his clothes at the dragon. He wanted to tell the dragon to fuck off, get away from him, to hell with what Gemron intended…

Except...he really wanted those cigarettes. The cravings were starting to get bad, and he really didn't want them to get worse than what they were, not again. He'd been there before. It sucked.

All I gotta do is suck him off...how bad can it really be? Guys and girls do this all the time. It's just...sex. Even with another guy...I...I can do it just this once.

With a reluctant scowl, he stepped forward, towards the imposing dragon dick. It had a rather intimidating appearance, more pointed at the head, with little spikes in a ring just below, more down the sides, terminating near a large bulge. Definitely different from his own, or the couple he'd seen on other anthros in some pornos he'd managed to see at a friend's house before they moved away. And then there was the other aspect… “You know there's no way this is fitting in my mouth, right?"

“Then use your hands on the rest. Do a good job and I might not force you to choke on it." The casual way Gemron said it left plenty of doubt as to whether he was serious or not, but Trent had no desire to push it. He got right up close...the pungent, dry , reptilian scent coming off of it nearly pushed him away, but he screwed up his face, gripped the shaft with both hands, and forced himself to lick the tip. The salty, musky taste wasn't as bad as he feared, but still wasn't great...but he didn't have much choice in the matter now, as he felt a clawed hand come to rest on the back of his head. He wasn't pushing, but Trent doubted it would let him back away.

He started to lick more, as well as rub his hands back and forth along Gemron's pole. He heard the dragon's breathing start to get heavier, quiet growls emerging from his throat here and there...both of which seemed to get a bit louder when his fingers played with the spikes. They weren't stiff and sharp like Trent had thought, but rather softer, more pliable, more apt to rub than poke. He still didn't want them rubbing, because then they would be far too deep inside his mouth...but if he kept this up, he might be able to avoid that.

He couldn’t avoid getting something in his mouth, though, as Gemron started to push a bit against him. The tip shoved into his lips just a touch, and a burst of precum poured into his mouth...he almost gagged at the intensity of the taste, but was able to hold firm and swallow it. He wished he hadn’t, it felt hot and weird going down...but opportunities to spit it out didn’t seem to be coming, as Gemron was pushing Trent a little farther. More of the head went in, stretching the human’s mouth to just below the point of unpleasantness...mercifully, he stopped there, but anything that he shot now wasn’t leaving him. Meaning Trent had some dreading anticipation about the near future…

Yet, that didn’t stop him from working the dragon harder. After all, even this wasn’t as bad as if Gemron decided to take matters under his total control. So he licked at the tip as much as he could, moving his mouth here and there to try to stimulate him further, especially the spiky ring under the head which was just inside his lips. His hands worked the shaft, rubbing and flexing those spikes, and he started to massage the bulge of the dragon’s knot with one hand as well. It was hotter there than the rest of the cock, and he could almost feel it pulsing a bit. He knew how this part worked, one of the pornos had had a canine...how a pussy or ass could stretch for something like that was beyond him. It had been hot when he’d watched, but if that thing even got close to his mouth, he was going to be in big trouble.

Gemron was getting louder, his growling and panting getting more consistent. He was pushing more now, though not going any deeper into Trent’s mouth than his head, mostly just rocking it back and forth. His free hand went to the base of his cock, pushing Trent’s out of the way as he started working his own knot; the human shifted to the shaft again, quickly rubbing the cylinder of flesh all he could. Limited as his knowledge was, he was pretty sure Gemron was about to blow - it seemed similar to when he was on the edge when he was jerking off, though Trent certainly didn’t growl. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for what he knew was coming and what he knew he couldn’t avoid…

And he still wasn't ready for it. A punctuated snarl was all the warning he got, he felt a bit of a hot pulse under his hands but too quickly to know what was coming as the hot, slimy cum of the dragon burst into his mouth. It had all the taste of his precum three or four times over, with an added spice that burned a bit on his tongue. He rushed to swallow, wished he could pull away, but that hand was firmly planted on the back of his head and not letting him pull back a bit...and before he could swallow, the burst became two, then three. It flooded him faster than he was ready for, almost forcing its own way down his throat...there was too much to keep up with, he couldn't get it off his tongue, the taste and burn of Gemron a constant now. And it was a constant for a good while...he couldn't believe how much cum was pouring out of the dragon, it felt like it was taking forever for him to stop shooting, so long that he might pass out from the constant rush making it hard to breathe.

And Gemron's quiet, satisfied growl wasn't helping his mood any; the dragon seemed particularly pleased with himself, and maybe somewhat with Trent. “Heh...not a bad job for a virgin." Trent's eyes opened in a flash and glared up at Gemron, but the dragon wasn't the least bit bothered by it. “Could probably work you up to taking the whole thing, but I don't have all night." Finally he let go of Trent's head, and immediately the human pushed back and off of the still spitting shaft, coughing and spitting out what little remained in his mouth. The hastiness cost him, though, as a few globs still rained down on his body, getting him messy with Gemron's spunk. His face was burning red, he felt furious and degraded...and that was when Gemron sprung his next unpleasant surprise.

“Turn around."

Trent's eyes bugged out. “What?! We...we had a deal! You said-"

“I know what I said. And now I'm saying something else."

“Why?!"

“Why? Because...I still have the cigarettes," Gemron said, leaning in and leering at the human, showing his fangs. “Which means I decide how to distribute them. And I think you're desperate enough to accept. You can refuse...but then you're not getting the smokes. If you want them, prepare to get fucked and knotted, and to take the chance of getting found out."

Trent glowered furiously. That wasn't fair at all, he'd done what he was asked! Really, he wanted nothing more than to hurl a parade of insults at Gemron and then walk away with his head held high...except, that meant not getting his smokes. And that meant he had the stench of dragon cum on his mouth for nothing...and no alternate taste to get it out. And that was if Gemron even let Trent walk away, which...honestly, the huge beast could have just grabbed him and fucked him at any time. If he wanted it, he was getting it...maybe it was better to just let it happen, at least he'd get his smokes out of it. “Motherfucker…" he mumbled as he turned and faced the wall, planting his hands on the brick surface.

“She'd probably be less pissy about it," Gemron growled as he grabbed Trent's hips. The rough contact was a warning to Trent...virgin or not, he wasn't going easy on him.

“You think that, you don't know shit about her."

“Hm, maybe not. What I do know about is exactly how fast and hard I can go to break a virgin ass without drawing blood. Keep mouthing off and I'll go harder and faster than that."

The urge to tempt fate was awful...but Trent liked being able to walk, so he swallowed down the next barb. “Fine...just fucking do it already."

“So impatient. You want my cock that badly, do you?" Before Trent could respond, one of the hands let go of his hips and gripped his own dick - his own, incredibly hard dick. “Rrrr, seems like you do...maybe it's not just cigarettes you were after."

“You-" Trent didn't get a chance to finish, his words cutting off in a cry as Gemron plunged into his ass. It was too fast, too hard, though immediately obvious that Gemron was holding back, he could very well have done worse. His cry was blocked off as the hand let go of his dick and slammed over his mouth. His eyes shut again, body tensing as he felt the knot press up against his rear.

“Heh...it'll get better, trust me. Told you I knew the tricks...you're not the first virgin I've broken in. In fact, I'd say you took that better than any other unclaimed ass I've ever touched. Of course, you're the youngest one, too...youthful vigor counts for something, I guess." Gemron chuckled, though it sounded more like a growl. “We'll see how much it counts for when I stuff my knot into you...but first…"

Trent's face was freed again, the hand going back to his hips to aid the dragon as he pulled out and slammed in, harder and faster than before. Trent bit back another cry, trying to keep quiet...too loud might have attracted attention of the wrong sort. It was at least easier than the first time, the bit of taunting Gemron had done had let his ass adjust a bit, though it was still stretched out pretty wickedly from the thickness of the dragon's cock. And that wasn't even all the sensations he was getting...there was the heat of it, almost burning against his walls as it grew on top of the friction. And there was the rubbing of the spikes against his insides, standing out even amongst the rest of the stretching, raking against parts inside him that didn't feel so bad. And there was that spiky ring under the head that rubbed much harder whenever Gemron pulled out, clawing at his entire passage and sending a blaze of sensation through him, sensation which rapidly become more pleasurable than uncomfortable. Each thrust took him further from a cry and closer to quiet, shaky, uncertain moans.

“Ngh...yeah...that's right...starting to feel better already, eh?" Gemron was a bit impressed, usually it took longer for them to get used to it. He ramped it up a bit, drilling Trent vigorously, treating him as a seasoned slut rather than a newcomer. His pre was spreading all over the passage, easing the friction a bit and making his every motion smoother. “Heh, now that it's feeling good, don't feel the need to hold back. Maybe someone wants to join in, eh?"

That wasn't exactly compelling Trent to let go, but even though they remained quiet, the moans were unmistakably pleasured now. It felt too good to refuse or deny, Gemron's cock seemed designed to hit every part of his insides that felt ridiculously good...his prostate was getting a beating, which would have been wild if it had ever been touched before, but was absolutely maddeningly good in his current state. He was starting to shake with ecstasy, his ass squirming and tensing down on the invader, his own dick throbbing hard and fast, getting closer to the edge every moment…

Gemron didn't plan to wait around for him, though; the dragon was already on the verge a second time, their infamous virility making the recent action immaterial. And he wanted his knot in Trent's ass, whether the human was ready for it or not. And he wasn't going to be ready at any time, so Gemron had no plans to prolong it. He gripped Trent tight, pulled him back, and thrust forward with all his strength, biting back the urge to roar as he wrenched that tight asshole open around his bulge and sank in to the base.

The impact was too powerful for Trent to even scream - his breath was shoved out of him to make room for more dick, the sensation of his ass opening too wide to process. Yet, that powerful sensation was all that was needed to push him over the edge - he shot hard into the air, his own seed splattering onto the asphalt beneath the two of them, coming in gushes more potent than he could ever remember. Though, it was nothing compared to what Gemron started releasing into him a moment later - another flood of viscous dragon cum, barreling into his bowels and soaking him with burning heat. His whole core felt like it was getting hot from the inside out, and he was being filled so full he thought he might start swelling outwards...though, that didn't seem to be happening, the seed kept finding space to occupy, rushing through him and leaving its burning behind.

When the load finally stopped accumulating, Trent was a panting, shaking mess. His head was spinning...it had felt ridiculously good, but as the high was leaving him, the sense of degradation from what he'd been doing this for was returning, leaving a heat in his face. Fucking hell...did I really just do that?

His next worry was that Gemron would be stuck inside him for a while, but the dragon's knot receded fairly quickly, though not completely...just enough to allow him to pop out of Trent without it being torture. He let Trent sink to the ground and flop over onto his back, utterly spent. A fair bit of seed leaked out afterwards, though it was thick enough that a good bit was staying stubbornly inside him. Smirking at the sight, the dragon grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the ground, jerked it open, and pulled one out, then tossed the pack onto the ground near Trent. “There. You earned your pay."

Trent blankly looked over and grabbed the pack of cigarettes, looking between them and Gemron, who'd fished a lighter out of his shorts and was now puffing away. All this for one pack of cigarettes...somehow, it didn't seem worth it. Maybe for a case, or for something better than cigarettes. That might have been actually worth getting a dick in his mouth and up his ass, and a belly full of dragon jizz. Hell, part of him now thought that going home empty-handed was a better outcome...at least then he could say he was used and abused and cheated, rather than just selling himself. But it was a bit late for that now...

“Hm. Pitiful. Selling yourself just for cigarettes…” And Gemron wasn’t helping, as usual, almost fishing his thoughts right out of his head. Not only had he just finished fucking Trent, but his cock was dripping cum onto the human’s clothes...well, another bunch of stains on those probably didn’t matter much. “You’re a fucking mess, kid. Where’s your mom?”

Trent glowered at him. “Jail. Drugs. 15 years."

“Hmph. Dad?"

“Don't give a shit about me."

“Big fucking shock. Bet you haven't been to school in ages, have you?"

“Not for two years. Couldn't pass shit anyway."

“Really. Bet you could if you actually tried. Gotta be better than bending over in alleyways, right? Well, maybe not, since you came pretty hard after I stuffed my knot in you. Maybe you're just a gay slut."

That got an angry huff out of Trent. “So what? What do you fucking care?"

“You're too young to be left to a life on the streets. You ain't that old, not too old to change. You go somewhere where you can get on your feet, you can be more than a gay slut. Can still be a gay slut if you want, but you can be more than that too."

“And what, you're offering? What's in it for you?"

Gemron snorted. “What do you think? You gotta earn your shit. And you know what that means already. You take my dick. You take the dick of anyone I say. And you don't bitch when I make you learn new ways of taking dick. By the time I'm done with you, you're gonna be the gayest, sluttiest human in the city. But you'll also be able to actually accomplish shit, rather than just sitting around wasting your life away like this, where you'll probably end up turning tricks anyway. Still, your choice."

Trent was quiet. For a dragon that had pushed him into this shit, it was...actually a tempting offer. Lord knows he wasn't going to amount to shit at home, his dad probably was waiting for the day he could kick him out with shit-all. Gemron wasn't beating around the bush, he wasn't gonna have it easy...but a guy he'd known for less than an hour seemed to give more of a shit than anyone else in his life. And that counted for something.

He slowly stood up, ass protesting with a hot soreness, feeling the tickle of dripping seed down his crack, his taint, and his legs. He pulled out a cigarette, stuck it in his mouth, and looked Gemron in the eye. “You got a light?"

The dragon smirked again. “You gonna pay for it?"

Trent just turned and presented his ass again. It didn't escape him that he was getting hard again himself...maybe it was a steep price, but he wasn't so sure he was gonna mind paying it. And he sure hoped so, because he'd be paying it over and over and over...