How I Met Your Father 4
#4 of How I Met Your Father
The energy in John and Natalie's house after Josh's birthday really began to feel positive and charged again. There were no more unexplained silences and tense moments when everyone was in the room together. Occasionally Chuck would go inside and help Josh's parents with some odd chore or for a drink, Josh was just grateful his friend had turned over a new leaf thanks to his family and he got out of chores! John and Natalie never thought twice about it when they'd ask Chuck to come help them, occasionally having to help each other out by deterring the kids from going inside until they got back.
John was in such a great mood, he wasn't even fazed when Chuck revealed that their anonymous client had grown tired of using the dragon in the hole in Chuck's basement. John was beginning to worry too many people could discover his little secret at the rate things were going anyway. His son's friend, Chuck discovered it first and told another of his son's friends, Jerry a small weasel. Then he got caught by his co-worker Terrance and then told his wife Natalie who was not quite the innocent mare he thought. That's what he knew, unless Chuck told someone else, which the dragon doubted he would do without thinking it through. Chuck wasn't stupid after all and probably wanted this fun to last.
After a week of enjoying his freedom from work and responsibility, John's vacation ended. As the hulking, dark green dragon clambered into his van to get to work he found his claws thrumming the steering wheel and a cheery tune whistling passed his scaled lips. The radio wasn't even on yet so he must have been in a very good mood that morning. John pulled into the empty parking lot; the sun was just barely starting to rise as he arrived at the office an hour early for work. Spinning his keys on one finger as he unlocked the main doors, entering passwords, swiping key cards and whatever else was necessary to allow his workers inside.
When he reached his office he took a minute to admire it in his positive mood, it was near the top of the building so it had an impressive view of the city, the wharf, and a thick mist was still hovering over most of it. His office had glass windows on all sides except the walls which blocked off his office from peering eyes and hid his executive bathroom behind it. Powerful black blinds hung in front of every window blocking the view into his office from any onlookers. It was a corner office and it was luxurious, there was a small fountain next to the sofa against one of the windows and peaceful music that would sometimes put him to sleep. There was a flat screen television placed upon a fancy and delicate looking glass table next to the entrance of his bathroom. Not something commonly found in such a large dragon's office. He had black leather chairs which were soft and built for the larger furs, every time a smaller fur would sit in them he would chuckle inwardly as they would sink in, appearing small and childlike, consumed by a huge black maw.
He took a deep breath, inhaling the sterile non-scented office and glided his claw along his large wooden desk... then something new happened, his finger ran along a bump along the underside of his desk. Stopping in his tracks the large dragon let out a heavy sigh as he eased himself back into his comfortable chair and looked under his desk to find the cause of it. If that little bastard janitor left gum on the underside of his desk he was going to fillet that boar! His rage didn't even get a chance to boil though as he saw several "modifications" along the underside of his desk. The place he would normally rest his feet had been expanded slightly and there were what appeared to be straps placed along the inside, they looked very durable.
He wondered if this was some kind of practical joke from one of his colleagues, and then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He remembered the night at the theatre, Terrance blackmailing him; using him... the large dragon actually shivered a little as a claw idly traced between his expensive looking black slacks to rub at his slit, remembering the pain Terrance's cock left him after nearly tearing his genital slit open that night. He let out a gentle sigh as the memory of that night overtook him- his private bathroom door suddenly opened and he barely had time to open his eyes and stand up, removing his claw from his groin as a familiar face stepped out.
The red reptile's eyes focusing on the disheveled dragon with a hint of glee, "Oh! You came! Punctual as always I see and you found my present!" Terrance said cheerfully as he approached the larger reptile. John's muscles flexed a little, in all his time working here he never had an employee talk to him so casually especially in his own office. Not because he was cruel but because of his imposing demeanor and personality once he put his suit on, John liked the way people seemed to hold their breath around him. This man in front of him was completely relaxed, confident and strong and John was not used to it. While Terrance always had a certain level of power to him that John felt he could rely on to help him deal with others, he would always look down or avoid the dragon's gaze when it came down to it in the end. Now it was the other way around. Whatever happened at the theatre changed everything and John found his gaze wandering.
Terrance was already in John's personal space, forcing the dragon to take a step back lest he fall backwards. A large, confidant red-scaled claw slowly slid down passed the dragon's waistline and into his slacks, he looked down and watched/felt as the bulge slid down to his slit before Terrance inserted two claws and began to molest his boss at work. The passive dragon simply stared down at the carpet of his office, the dark grey colour drawing his gaze in as he felt those warm claws rubbing against the sensitive inner flesh, using his most masculine body part in the most feminine way a person could. John closed his eyes, slowly getting into it, his flaccid cock began to leak pre and moisten his slit making his cheeks burn red all the more as the sensitive inner walls of his genital slit were rubbed almost tenderly, his hips gyrating against Terrance's roughly scaled fingers all on their own before long. Then a whisper reached his ears as the smaller male leaned in, "Strip down and get under the desk, boss. This is be my office today."
John's tail went a little rigged at the command; it was one thing to do as he was told in private and only because he was blackmailed. Now he was in his own office being told what to do by this young punk!? Such a degrading act and if anyone just happened to walk around his desk they'd find him or if either one of them gave it away... it was so risky, so dangerous, so... sexy. The dragon shuddered a little at the thought and decided to go through with it, he was sure Terrance wouldn't do anything to give them away or they'd both be fired. The strong, powerful dragon silently waited for Terrance to withdraw his now dripping fingers from his slit before going into the bathroom and stripping down.
It felt so out of place, being nude at work, he could feel the cold, sterile, tiled floor on his tough scaled feet. Muscles rippled under his arms and legs as he took a moment to flex and admire his own body in the mirror. The dragon neatly folded his clothes and placed them on the counter so no one could find them and then looked around as he heard the soft patter of water hitting the tiled floor. His gaze eventually traveling between his legs and he watched as a cloudy beads of pre ran down the lips of his slit meeting at the end, running further down the sensitive scales of his taint before falling to the floor. John blushed and held his claws between his legs so he wouldn't make a mess on the carpet as he reentered Terrance's office.
Terrance had settled into his new office nicely, the television was on and the reptile was testing out what channels he had, flickering through them before stopping as his gaze shifted to the naked dragon. He chuckled, "Aw are you getting shy, boss?" he said mockingly, his smirk spreading as the blush only deepened on the dragon's scaled cheeks. John shifted uncomfortably, not used to the feeling of the carpet on his bare scales as he approached the desk or feeling so humiliated, making sure not to remove his hands from his groin, "Its t-to stop from making... a mess..." he trailed off, gaze cast to the ground as he hoped Terrance would get the picture.
The lizard chuckled, motioning towards the spacious little space under the desk, "I'm glad you're so excited about this. I know I'm going to enjoy playing with you all day long... Now get down there and I'll help strap you in." Terrance said almost reassuringly to the larger dragon, pushing the chair back to give the large male room. John slowly walked up to the desk and kneeled down, blushing and looking up to the other male as he scooted back underneath the desk. He had to push himself so that his tail was jutting out between his legs, presenting his slit and tail hole nicely to anyone sitting in the chair. Terrance came down suddenly and began to jerk John's thick, muscled legs to the black leather restraints, bending his knees so that his ankles were firmly bound within the little space. Thanks to the expansion made to the desk he didn't need to crane his neck, there was plenty of room for his head even with his horns, but he did need to lean forward just a bit. Once his ankles were secure Terrance's claws grabbed him by the snout, pulling it towards the edge so he was really leaning into it and then secured a collar. Then he felt Terrance jerk his claws towards his ankles, pushing them so that he held onto them as he bound his hands to the desk. With a gentle tug John realized the cuffs wouldn't hold him or the desk down should he resist, it was just a wooden desk after all. They were simply there to help him maintain the most humiliating pose possible while he was trapped under his own desk for the day and it was surprisingly not that uncomfortable a position which he was mostly grateful for, after all who knows how long he'll be under here.
And then the phone sprang to life the minute the clock hit 8, Terrance calmly scooted his chair back into position, his crotch nearly smashing into John's snout. John could hear Terrance talking calmly to whoever called, explaining that John was still on vacation and that he was filling in for him. The dragon looked down as he felt a heavy pressure settling on his tail hole and slit. Barely noticing in the poor light before, he saw Terrance's loafers grinding into his softer scales. John closed his eyes and struggled to stay silent as he felt every grain of dirt and muck grind against his sensitive scales, a loud laugh redirected his attention back to Terrance's conversation, "Yeah! He's definitely over compensating for something! Bet his wife has to ask 'is it in yet?' ... No way! Well, maybe..." Were they talking about him? John's eyes were a little wide, he couldn't tell who the person on the phone was but did Terrance always talk this way about him behind his back?
John found it difficult to focus on the conversation anymore, Terrance, after apparently reading his mind, reached down and began to unfasten his slacks. His large, gamy reptilian meat flopping out and onto John's snout drawing his attention away from the conversation. A glance was exchanged between them before Terrance silently backhanded John across the face forcing a stifled grunt from John before he took the head of Terrance's cock into his maw obediently. Terrance didn't even hesitate in his conversation as John began to service a male orally for the first time in his life. It wasn't hard to figure out, knowing what he used to like and all, there was a trick to preventing his teeth from grazing the sensitive flesh though and he gagged a couple of times. The act itself wasn't the only thing distracting John from the insulting chat Terrance had but the taste of Terrance's cock was really strong. The glands were sticky with sweat and dried cum, apparently Terrance didn't clean himself regularly down here.
Terrance's chair scooted a little closer to the desk, forcing more of his meat into the large, bound dragon's throat. John had very little slack left with his neck restraint but he was able to bob his head a little along Terrance's cock, allowing him time to breath and then take a little more down his throat each time without gagging. The pressure against his slit and tail hole only sharpened as Terrance's heal would occasionally dig into him each time his teeth grazed his cock, a silent method of punishment since he could only make muffled grunts around the reptile's cock which he seemed to enjoy as well.
This continued for a long while until Terrance ended the conversation with whoever called, apparently they were quite good friends. John felt humiliated, here he was listening to Terrance just badmouth him with someone he probably knows from work and is sucking him off for it. The dragon felt dirty, used and extremely aroused that despite it all he was actually getting pretty good at sucking Terrance's massive tool off. His slit was dribbling pre against the sole of Terrance's loafers and running along his tail, making his scales shine with his shame. Terrance's cock was also beginning to leak pre, after having cleaned his cock after awhile John noticed the rank taste of the other male's pre-seed immediately. It was hard enough for him to swallow at all with Terrance forcing his dick down his throat; some of it was dripping from his chin and down his neck to his chest.
A knock came at the door and Terrance backhanded the dragon again as he scooted away, buttoning his pants back up after stuffing his throbbing cock back inside, glaring at John for not finishing him off in time. John was too busy doing his best to stay silent and motionless, one muscle spasm away from giving his position away to whoever was coming in. John heard the door creak open and listened as Terrance greeted Phillip, the janitor for the building most days of the week, a large boar in his late 40s, he wasn't obese due to the fact he worked out regularly and it showed with his massively built arms and powerful thighs, like most boars though he had a bit of a beer belly on him though. Phillip explained to Terrance in an irritated manner that they had run out of the cleaner he uses to clean the machines downstairs and that he would have to get permission to go buy some kind of replacement until the new batch on order arrived. The problem was he also needed to pick his son up after school and would need a key for John's office for his kid to stay while he did his job. He couldn't trust his son to stay in one of the cubicles or around the machines without causing any trouble after all.
Terrance agreed it was most likely the best choice for Phillip to leave his son in the office watching TV until he had to leave. Last thing he needed was a lawsuit over this kid being dismembered by one of the machines on his first real day in charge. Phillip thanked Terrance as the lizard handed him the spare key to the office, explaining that he would need to leave it outside of the office so that Terrance could get back in since John was the only other person with a key. Phillip nodded and headed off to get the required cleaner from the city, it was a special chemical that was needed to clean the machines without damaging them with scratches.
John was starting to get a little sleepy in this comfortable position, having been almost completely ignored. Once Phillip had left Terrance got up and then shortly returned however, kneeling beside the desk to peer in at the now slicked up looking dragon, head drooped slightly with his eyes closed. Terrance grinned at John as he presented what appeared to be a dildo to John whose eyes widened. The size wasn't as big as Terrance's cock but still big enough and long enough to rub in all the right places. John watched as Terrance slowly pressed the tip of it at his now dripping wet slit, watching his lips spread around the black, rubbery plastic and accept it inside as Terrance applied more and more pressure.
John shivered and began to pant as Terrance let go after burying it halfway into his new bitch. He watched silently as John's sensitive insides closed tightly around it and held it in place as he let go, standing back up he sat in his chair and wheeled back into position. John barely heard the TV flick on as he looked down and noticed Terrance slipped a foot free from one of his loafers. He rubbed his foot up along John's tail until it reached the dildo, pushing his foot so the top of the dildo rested between his big toe and his other toes. Then he pushed down with his foot on the dildo, forcing a gasp from John as it pushed deeper inside him. Looking up, Terrance wasn't even paying attention to him as he pushed it deeper and deeper until finally relaxing; the reptile was contently watching TV while he violated his boss. John couldn't suppress a soft groan as he felt the warm rubber eventually press up against his flaccid cock inside his slit, now realizing why the TV was on, to stop anyone from hearing the noise he makes. He looked down as he felt Terrance's foot relax, watching as his slit gradually helped push the dildo out, slowly, glistening with his pre until Terrance's foot pushed it back inside the dragon's slit. John's head hung as he watched the dildo repeatedly disappear into his slit, watching his juices squirt out around it and his drool dripping down onto the floor as he panted.
John vaguely realized just how much his genital slit resembled a pussy at this moment, in the dark, with a black dildo pumping into him. It almost made him chuckle if he wasn't so close to climaxing. Terrance could obviously sense it too because he immediately stopped all movement with his foot, making John let out a soft whine as the stimulation abruptly ended. Terrance just sat there, not acknowledging the dragon desperately trying to hump into the dildo to finish him off only to be restricted by his position and the binds. After about 30 minutes John's orgasm seemed to slip from his fingers, Terrance denying him the chance to climax only to begin stimulating him again.
This process continued for the rest of the entire day, anytime John even so much as shot a defiant eye up at Terrance for denying him a climax he was met with a powerful backhand across the face. When anyone would come to the office, Terrance would simply stop moving his foot too. When Terrance went for lunch he pushed the dildo in deep and then removed his foot, putting on his loafer and leaving the office with his friends, all the while laughing over cruel jokes at John's expense as he struggled to keep the plastic toy inside his slit until Terrance would return. By the time Terrance's shift ended, John was completely overcome by lust and having been edged the entire day would most likely give up his left arm to cum right now.
Terrance for his part didn't say a single word to John the entire day, the only interaction John got was with his foot or the back of his hand. John was starting to wonder what was up until Terrance came over to the desk and kneeled back down; he reached for John who immediately recoiled thinking he was going to be beaten again. Then blinked as he felt his restraints removed and was helped back up to his feet nice and slow. Terrance looked up at John with a stern expression, "You were punished today because you couldn't bring me to orgasm in your mouth this morning." John couldn't help but notice how professional and serious Terrance sounded, like he was being scolded by his boss or something, "I am going to train you how to do your new job as my assistant one way or another, John. Even if that means punishing you when you fail to perform..." he trails off slowly, a smirk spreading across his face.
John watched as Terrance handed him the phone, "Call your family and let'em know you won't be coming home tonight, bitch. You have need to pull an all-nighter and finish what you started, heh." Terrance said, chuckling as he dialed the dragon's home number. John stood motionless as he brought the phone to his ear, standing completely nude in his office with other man's dried pre on his scales, about to turn down going home so he could be punished by Terrance tonight. A part of him rationalized they he could simply hang up and go home, he didn't have to put up with this nonsense he was bigger and strong-*click* "Hello?" Natalie's sweet voice came into his ear it was dark out and she was most likely starting supper soon, "Hey hun, I won't be coming home tonight so don't bother leaving me a plate. I have to finish this project by tomorrow..." he trailed off slowly, he hated lying to his wife like this especially after they promised not to anymore.
John watched as Terrance snickered and entered the bathroom, the door closing behind him, then he heard his wife, "Oh... okay, oh I get it! Okay, you just make sure to tell me all about it tomorrow morning, okay stud?" she said with a chuckle, "I'll be sure to tell you about Chuck staying the night tonight as well, hehehe." This made John smile, Natalie saw right through him and while not knowing the exact details he would fill her in tomorrow. John hung up and then went into the bathroom. The musky scents immediately shook him of his reverie and reminded him of the urgent matter of his dripping slit, aching for something to fill it, something to push him over the edge!
Terrance stepped out of the second stall, closest to the wall just then, his cock pulled out of his slacks and throbbing hard, bobbing a little with his heart beat. John licked his lips without even thinking about it. Terrance's hand gripped the base of his cock and jerked it up and down a little, smirking as he watched John's gaze follow the tip of his dripping cock, "You seem especially needy today, slut." He mocked as if he didn't just spend the last 8 hours edging the dragon, "Get in the stall and do as you're told and I might let you cream yourself."
John quickly did, stopping at the entrance to see that Terrance had modified the stall of his bathroom as well. It was a little more severe in here though, sturdy metal bars installed with thick leather restraints and straps. Terrance pushed him inside the stall and turned him around, ordering the dragon to rest on what appears to be some kind of makeshift leather sling. It hovered just over the toilet bowl and propped him up so that his tail drooped down into the bowl. He was trying to find a comfortable position when Terrance grabbed one of his ankles and yanked it into one of the restraints, pulling him more onto his back and presenting his slit to anyone who happened to be in the stall. Which was fine with John right about now, the only one here or who could get in here was Terrance and his cock was huge, he would cum in no time once Terrance mounted him.
John lay there, panting like some bitch in heat with his slit dripping into the toilet underneath him. The reptile above him strapping his other ankle down, his legs were bent with his knees pressing up towards his chest and then spread wide by other straps. They were a lot more secure than the ones under his desk and he knew he'd never break out of these. Just how far had Terrance planned this? John began to wonder momentarily before his he felt a strap slip around his scaled neck; this one forced him to keep his head up instead of letting it rest against the wall. An o-ring gag was placed in his snout suddenly, he didn't notice Terrance pull it from his pocket with his lust addled senses, nor did he mind it one bit to resist since he could still pant just as easily with his maw still open. John looked down as Terrance stepped up beside him and began binding his arms behind his head which helped support it, noting that with his head held up and his legs pulled back his chest was really pushing out, his bulging muscled pecs sticking out, he could see Terrance's dried pre stuck to his scales here and there, making him blush.
Once John was fully strapped in he walked up to the dragon kneeling down a bit so his cock was rubbing between those soft lips, hands on John's hips pushing him back and forth so those wet, hot lips ran across the side of his cock, "Mmm, you were a bad girl today, John. You need to be punished. That's why I'm going to leave you here in my new bathroom tonight, to think about how you can be a better slutty assistant and please me better with that tongue of yours so that I'll shoot my seed down your throat at least twice a day. Then I can reward you with a nice hard fuck over my new desk like a proper whore. Wouldn't that be nice~?" Terrance asked, his eyes closed as their hips began to slap together, John gripped the metal pole his hands were bound to and helped push his hips against that wonderful hot, throbbing meat. All the dragon could do was moan out a "Yessss~! -ease uck ee over urrr essssk! I'll ee a good girllll!" the way his voice sounded he could hardly believe it belonged to him as it echoed in the bathroom.
Terrance grunted and John blushed as he felt something hot splash across his chest, looking down he watched as Terrance's cock shot ropes of hot reptile cum across John's chest, one landing across his face and just barely missing his eye, some even landing in his mouth thanks to the gag keeping his mouth open. For some reason Terrance's cum tasted a LOT better now than it did when he wasn't crazy horny, which explained why he gulped it down without a second thought. Then he realized that Terrance wasn't going to let him cum tonight and actually leave him here until tomorrow. He whimpered as the large lizard pulled up his pants and left the cubicle without so much as a goodbye. John was alone now, the light was turned off so it was pitch black and the dragon's mind was plagued by fantasies of Terrance or Chuck violating him until he came, humiliating him until he squirted his juices like a proper little slut. He really began to think about various oral techniques for tomorrow so that he wouldn't be punished again. This only kept the dragon more awake and aroused though.
Preston sighed as he crossed his arms and looked out the window of his father's old, small car. The young boars was around 16 now and was not pleased that instead of getting to go directly home he had to stay at his father's work until he finished because of something HE messed up on. They got out of the car and his father handed him the keys to his boss's office, Preston was half tempted to go mess up the place. He wanted to hang out with his friends tonight, not sit around some boring factory helping his dad clean.
Phillip assured his son that he would not be doing any work tonight; he wasn't allowed to let anyone handle the cleaners who weren't trained anyway for legal reasons. He told Preston that the office was pretty luxurious and since it was on the office floor he probably wouldn't hear any of the cleaning utilities and could watch TV until Phillip finished.
Preston gave in and followed his father to the office; it couldn't be helped after all, he wasn't going to ride the public transit this time of night. His dad went downstairs to the manufacturing lines the minute they found the office; Preston pushed in the key and entered the office. He was a little surprised just how luxurious and spacious the office was, he was sort of imagining a glorified closet after all. Looking for a remote he found it on the desk and then plopped down on one of the soft couches near a window, idly peering out over the city. The sun had set and the glow was finally dying down on the horizon allowing the city to flood the sky with their artificial light.
The television was on and he began to browse the channel guide before the familiar ache urged him to urinate and quickly. The young boar grunted as he rolled his legs off the couch, using the momentum to get up with the least amount of energy required. He was a bit beefy for his age, but most boars were, his gut protruded from his belly and his arms were well defined. Preston played rugby after all; he enjoyed playing a sport where his larger body type was an advantage. He looked around the room, spotting the door that must lead to a private bathroom for such a fantastic office.
Unlocking the door with the same key he walked in and flicked on the light. There were a couple sinks to the left along the wall with mirrors for each. A urinal was right to his left and then two nicely sized stalls rested beyond that. As he approached the urinal and began to relax to signal the flow to begin he heard a dripping noise come from one of the stalls and jumped. He immediately looked at the floor and saw no feet in any of the cubicles... was this a trick or something? He wondered, maybe his dad was going to jump out after sneaking in from a hidden entryway?
The young boar opened the first stall only to find a toilet and toilet paper nearby. He nervously looked at the second urinal, "Dad! If you're in there I'm comin' in!" he warned and then waited... no response. He began to get nervous but his curiosity got the better of him, he pushed the unlocked door of the second stall open. What greeted him was a large, dark green mass hovering over the toilet with a bunch of black straps attached to the walls around it. The boar was already on his way out of the bathroom in a hurry though, thinking he just saw a monster or something. Slamming the door shut behind him he tried to calm himself down, taking deep breaths as he relaxed against the door and listened for any sounds signaling movement.
Nothing happened however and the pig perked a brow, slowly opening the door, the stall door creaked close slowly but there whatever was in there wasn't budging. Slowly, cautiously the young man re-entered the bathroom, attempting to get a peak at whatever was in the stall. His young mind was already soaring with the possibilities, an alien, a corpse, a mutant, a... tied up dragon? He gulped hard as he moved closer, the man was looking at him but he didn't make any noise, he probably couldn't talk with that thing taped around his snout though, Preston figured. Stepping into the stall boldly he confirmed that the dragon was completely immobile and unable to move, suspended above the toilet.
He took a moment to admire the man's impressive physique; whoever pulled this off must have been one badass to beat up this freaking beefcake he realized. Preston stood there for a moment, sharing an awkward moment with the stranger who kept glancing back and forth. Now that he calmed down a bit the young boar attempted to follow the man's gaze, realizing the dragon was signaling Preston to untie the ropes binding his legs. Then his gaze moved between the dragons presented thighs and found the source of the dripping noise, watching as glistening sexual fluids ran down those soft scales and around the dragon's tail before falling into the toilet.
Preston licked his lips as his pants tented out visibly, he suddenly felt more powerful than ever. Like he just took down the other team's star player and caused a serious injury. Despite the powerfully thick musk hovering in the bathroom and concentrated in the stall, the boar was only 16 and a virgin, the sight alone was enough to get his cock leaking and throbbing nearly instantly. Preston licked his lips, giving a snort as he approached the dragon a little more, one of his hands idly reaching for his crotch, he wasn't stupid, he had to make absolutely sure this beast of a man was completely at his mercy before going any further.
John was just starting to fade out of consciousness and fall asleep when he heard the door open and the light flicker on. Did Terrance change his mind? He could hear the television was on in his office and then it clicked in his mind almost like clockwork. Phillip's kid was in his office that night until the boar finished working! The dragon winced as he felt his juices flowing down the back of his tail before splashing into the toilet bowl water.
John watched as the feet of the young boar moved around the bathroom eyes shut tight as he heard the first stall door open, and then the second. He tried to imagine himself somewhere else as he heard the kid scramble back and out of the bathroom. John let out a slow sigh of relief, maybe he'll just leave the dragon alone... did he just hear the door open again? The large dragon gulped a large lump in his throat as he watched those boots approach his stall again.
He looked the boar over, having never formally been introduced he didn't know Phillip's son's name. He looked like an average boar, maybe a little buff for his age but probably around 15-17, he was definitely not legal age. John found that he couldn't help but admire the young man's form despite his situation; the prominent bulge in the boy's baggy black cargo pants looked so promising.
The dragon's mind was torn, this situation could end very badly if Phillip found out and now another person knew about his situation! And yet none of that seemed to matter every time he glanced at the package the other male was sporting. John couldn't believe how slutty being edged made him but Terrance had done it for hours on end to him. This is probably why he didn't try to speak and only hinted at the ropes with glances.
John watched as the young man considered his options, shuddering as his dripping sex was one of them. The boy didn't think long though however and soon he began to lean forward, mumbling something about wanting to practice his oral skill when John gasped loudly and bucked his hips as the kid quickly forced his tongue inside the dragon's slit. The dragon's eyes rolling back into his head as he felt that hot wet organ wriggling around deep inside with little warning, wet slurping noises filling the bathroom as his juices were forced out around the boar's tongue who snorted occasionally.
John couldn't control himself now, it was impossible for him to even think about not moaning. The bathroom filling with his feminine sounding moans as he struggled grind his hips up against the boar's maw. His mind completely taken by lust he hardly even acknowledged the boar pulling away and quickly placing his cock at John's very inviting entrance. John just needed to orgasm, there was nothing else, he could hardly remember to breathe as he felt that warm meat spread his insides around it. This kid was hung! John managed to think although incoherently as his body began to jerk back and forth as the kid pumped his meat into the bound dragon's slit unceremoniously. Being inexperienced the boar had trouble setting up a firm tempo, occasionally going off into erratic jack hammering. John's pitiful mewls and moans followed each thrust though, his orgasm was close, so close, if he could just get this kid to cum inside him the feeling would send him over the edge he knew it!
The boar's length wasn't big enough to reach John's dick but the heat it generated and the fluids it pumped into the dragon would. Preston was already gritting his teeth, desperately struggling to hold on to make his first time last. The dragon's insides were sending him to heaven and he didn't want it to end! The bathroom walls shook a little as the dragon's weight swung on the sling, their hips slapping together. The boar's pubic fur tickling John's softer scales and flesh each time their hips connected, each time Preston pulled out the dragon's slit would leak copious amounts of their pre into the toilet bowl. The boar's sweat would splatter onto the dragon's scales a little, raining down as the teenager's body strained and flexed against his own.
John could hear Terrance and Chuck, taunting him over being bred by another kid like some slut and he blushed deeply as he agreed with the imagined taunts. John was now a slut by most standards, a total bottom whore and he absolutely loved it. Each time the young boar's cock shoved into him more of their juices would squirt out around Preston's cock. His gut swelled a little every time their hips met, not because of the young man's size but because of the amount of fluid getting pushed back up into him and locked there until he pulled out.
Preston couldn't hold on too long though, it was all just too much for him and his lack of experience. Lasting as long as he did was pretty damn impressive and John desperately tried to focus on climaxing as he felt the telltale signs of the other male getting ready to shoot their load into his slit and coat his genitals in their seed. The boar was jack hammering too quickly though and John let out a loud groan as the boar slammed into him one final time before shooting his milky seed into the bound dragon's slit. John could feel the hot seed flooding his slit; he could see his belly bulge a little before hearing it squirt out around the boar's cock. It was a very intense experience for the oversensitive dragon but it didn't last long enough to push him over the edge.
John whimpered as the boar pulled out, unable to verbalize any requests to finish him properly with his mouth sealed into an O shape. So he hung there and watched as the kid stepped up beside him and blushed as that dripping cock slapped and rubbed into his chest. The boy's musky scent flooding his senses as the boy wiped himself off on his chest and nipples. He could hear the drips of his pre and the boar's cum dripping into the toilet as the boar finished cleaning himself and then walked up to a sink, washing his hands and pulling his pants back up. Then Preston flicked off the light and left the bathroom, snorting a little and letting out a sigh without so much as a word to his first lay.
The young boar did not say a word to the dragon as he cleaned up, he figured the slut was probably into being treated like an object. Not like the dragon knew him or make him do otherwise anyway. It made Preston feel good too, to know the dragon had to take whatever Preston gave him, didn't matter if the dragon liked it or not. Although while his first time and with another male even, he was pretty sure the dragon was into it.
Preston snorted and flicked off the bathroom light, heading back into the office to plop back down on a couch and watch TV again. He felt good, he felt powerful, he felt like he was going to have to do this again and again sometime real soon. That dragon was hot, Preston admitted, having never actually thought about rutting another male before. He was content his whole life simply beating up guys bigger than him in rugby since he couldn't get in trouble for it there most of the time.
However, now he wanted to do something else to guys that were bigger or stronger than him. Preston had his first taste of being a sadist and even though it was small, he wanted more, a lot more. While he waited for his father to finish up Preston already began to think about people at school who fit the bill that he could get away with doing what he just did to the dragon. The boar had a faraway look in his eye as he gazed out the window thinking of a certain colt stud at his school...