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The gold dragon sat there on the stone floor, breathing a sigh of absolute boredom as he awaited anything suspicious. His objective right now was to find and eliminate any enemy targets that happened to pass by his post. He was stationed in a cave with an expansive desert landscape out from its mouth, and he sighed as he saw nothing of interest this morning. It was like every morning; absolutely nothing was happening. He had been there for five days, and the previous day had been the worst.

He was paired with another soldier ranking just as high as himself. His companion was a red-scaled dragon, and the two of them had completed their specialized training together, graduating with the same rank. The two of them absolutely hated this mission, because they truly believed that there would be no action out this far in the desert. And for the past five days, they were completely correct.

The desert was hot, too. The average for the past five days had been around one hundred and fifteen degrees; definitely not a comfortable temperature for any creature to be in. He was in a cave, though, but still; the temperature inside of the cavern had averaged ninety degrees. And the humidity was absolutely unbearable.

He wanted so badly to get out of his uniform. The heat and humidity made the fabric stick to his scales, and he could hardly take it. The reason that his commander gave for making them stay in uniform the entire time was because of their blatant scale color--gold and red. They stood out plainly in the desert; distinctive, shimmering colors that would draw attention to even the most oblivious passerby.

And that honestly annoyed the gold more than anything. He actually felt that it was quite silly, but he could not deny it; he was sick and tired of wearing a thick uniform that clung to his body like a saturated wash cloth. His fellow soldier was in the same predicament; they were both ready to just rid themselves of their incredibly uncomfortable uniforms.

The red spoke up, "Drake, you see anything so far today?"

The gold shook his head in response, "Nah, not a thing. How about you, Victor?"

The red dragon shook his head, and set his gun down before stretching his body a slight bit, "Not one thing. I really am starting to doubt the validity of this mission. But, then again, I'm no commanding officer, so I shouldn't judge. I can't help feeling, though, that he was wrong this time."

Drake nodded in approval, "Commander Davis is an absolute idiot. I don't know how the fuck he got his position, but whoever gave it to him is just as much of a dumbass as he is."

Victor chuckled and nodded before laying down and giving a sigh of complete boredom in response to the gold, "No fuckin' argument there. The idiot sticks us out here where no fuckin' enemies are for seven fuckin' days. We got nothing. We've been here for five long ass days and not one fuckin' thing. What the fuck are we supposed to do? Sit here with our fingers up our asses and just hope somethin' fuckin' happens? Fuck, at least give us a chick to make things a little interesting."

Drake shifted his gaze to the red after his last comment--it was true. They had been out in the desert for five days, sweating profusely for a cause they didn't even deem necessary, and neither of them had the opportunity to relieve themselves. Drake knew the truth; being a soldier was a very time-consuming and sacrificing task. It meant giving up a lot; one's home, one's old life, one's free time, and yes, most of one's sexual life as well. It had been a good eight days since the last time Drake actually reached an orgasm. The thought of it was even starting to make the golden drake stiffen.

He cleared his throat, "You're fuckin' right about that. It's been so fuckin' long since I busted a nut. This stupid mission has me more pent up than I've ever been."

Victor nodded, "You're not alone, man. Fuck, eight days? It's only been seven for me. But still...fuckin' blue balls...you know what I'm talkin' about."

Drake took a deep breath, and he slowly moved his gaze down to the area between his legs. He couldn't deny it; Victor's words were starting to turn him on. His pants were beginning to noticably tent, and he shifted his body to draw less attention to his obbvious arousal.

"Heh...yeah. Been way too long since I fucked someone." Drake chuckled.

Victor seemed to notice Drake's uncomfortable reply, and he smirked. He knew that the gold was very desperate at this point, and, unbeknownst to Drake, he had seen the gold's obvious arousal. He was getting to that point as well, only he showed no shame in the fact. His camoflauge pants were tenting, and he made no effort to conceal that arousal from Drake.

"Shit, Drake...it's so fuckin' hot. We're in a cave; out of the light of day. How the hell is Davis gonna know if we took some stuff off? I'm really hot, drenched, and I'm about ready to take this fuckin' jacket off."

The gold closed his eyes and nodded softly, "...You know what? Fuck it. I agree. If you wanna take your jacket off, you go right the fuck ahead. I'll join you."

The red smirked in approval, and Drake watched with longing eyes as his companion began to unbutton his camoflauge jacket. His drenched white tank top could now be seen; but the white was hardly noticeable due to the shirt's satuarion. Drake could clearly see the red's sculpted chest and abs through the shirt; his nipples were even visible. The fabric clung to his form completely, and Drake grunted softly as his member throbbed against the fabric of his pants. He was at full arousal.

Victor tossed his jacket to the floor of the cave, "Gonna join me, Drake? You look really uncomfortable right now."

Drake immediately came out of the trance his companion's beautiful body put him in, and he shook his head before giving a nod, "Right, yeah, it's hot as fuck out here."

Drake quickly pulled the buttons of his own jacket loose, and, like Victor, his white tank top clung to his torso due to his sweat. It was nearly transparent as well, showing off the gold's equally-impressive sculpted body. He tossed his jacket on the floor in the same manner as Victor. Both dragons looked at each other now, enjoying the views.

Victor chuckled, and looked around before continuing, "Hey man, you wouldn't mind if I got rid of these pants too, right? They're fuckin' awful."

Drake took a deep breath, and his eyes were fixated on the red's obvious tent, "...Go for it man, I think I'll do the same. Davis will never fuckin' know."

The red chuckled before standing up, and Drake watched with fixated eyes as Victor reached down and began pulling his belt loose. It wasn't long until his button was undone, and his fingers were slowly pulling the brass zipper down. He took the sides of his pants and slid them down to the cave floor, which left him standing there in a saturated tank top with very tented boxers. Drake could just make out the outline of the red's cockhead through his white shorts.

Drake closed his eyes and tried hard to fight his arousal. Victor was clearly hard, but he didn't know if that was the result of the situation, or the result of him not getting off in seven days. The gold had his suspiscions about the red, but he never did care enough to find out if those suspicsions were true. He himself couldn't deny the fact that he found the thought of another guy hot. He didn't lie to himself; he knew that he liked females a bit more--but that was it--only a bit. His lust for other males was not enough to be negligible. In fact, it was quite strong right now.

By this point, Drake had not noticed Victor right beside him, and he jumped slightly at the feeling of the red dragon's hand on his left thigh. He shuddered when he heard the whispered words in his left ear.

"...Need some help, Drake?"

The gold shivered and nodded, and he felt the incredible feeling of Victor's palm gliding over his obvious tent. The sensation against his cockhead was amazing; and he couldn't deny it--he wanted Victor to continue.

"...Y-yeah...I-if you c-could..."

The red dragon slowly pulled Drake's brown belt loose, the button following right after. The only thing that held him back from freedom now was his zipper, and he shivered again when he felt Victor's fingers pulling it down. He gasped when it glided over the tip of his extremely hard cock, and sighed in relief when it was finally down the entire way. Opening his eyes incredibly slowly, he looked down to see his white boxers tented like never before. His throbbing pink cock was harder than it had ever been, and he wanted nothing more right now than to feel the full eight inches out in the open air. Luckily for him, Victor pulled the slit on the front of his shorts open to reveal his flesh just as he wanted. Drake was sitting there in the cave with all eight inches of his fat, pink cock exposed. And he was loving every second of it.

Victor let his eyes go wide before chuckling, "Well shit, Drake, I had no idea you were so fuckin' big."

The gold dragon shivered again in complete arousal, and said the only thing that was on his mind at this point, "...Victor...please...touch it."

The red was very surprised, but smiled nonetheless, "...Sorry, what was that, Drake?"

He closed his eyes again, and the gold responded slowly, "...I want you to touch it. Wrap...wrap your hand around it and please...please give it a nice...firm, long tug...I need it so bad."

The red couldn't help but smirk, "So, what you're saying is, you do like other guys doing shit to you?"

Drake was getting impatient at this point, "...Yes. Okay? Yes. I like dick. I like pussy a fuck ton, but I do like dick. Can't say that I haven't wanted to fuck you in the ass a few times. Hell...you look fuckin' great in those track shorts when you run. Nice, firm ass. Fuckin' thing got me goin' quite a few times."

Victor chuckled, "I always had a feeling you were a bit of a faggot."

The gold snapped his eyes open and glared at the red dragon, "If you know what's good for you, you'll lose the shorts and get on your fuckin' knees and lift your tail for me."

The red dragon blushed, "...Well fuck...don't force me to take you dry..."

Drake narrowed his eyes and frowned, but chuckled and shook his head, "Fine, Vic. Only 'cause I like you. A'ight, on your knees and get that snout over my fat cock. Suck it good, too. If you're this much of a fuckin' faggot, I wanna feel it."

The red dragon blushed, "Hey now, I never said I was a fag..."

Drake smirked, "Really? You're an idiot. I saw you get hard when I did. You want my dick, Vic. Go ahead, give it a good look. Sure, I may be a narcissist when I say this, but I like the sight of my own cock. Looks real nice against my abs, doesn't it? Eight long inches, and real thick, too. See the ridges on it? 'Course you fuckin' do. Bet they'd feel real nice in you, huh? Now tell me, where do you want this thing?"

Victor couldn't deny it--it really was a beautiful cock, and he could not keep a hold on his own desire, "...In my ass, man...I want you to fuck my tight ass so hard..." It was almost as if he was in a trance; before he knew it, he was on his knees, and his soft lips met the tip of the gold dragon's firm cock.

He did not suck right away, no; he gave the gold dragon's firm dick a few kisses before just barely securing his lips around the fat organ's head. Drake felt the soft pecks of Victor's kissing before shuddering at the incredible feeling that the inside of the red dragon's moist maw provided. He lay a hand on the back of Victor's head, and softly stroked as his throbbing organ slowly began to slide deep into that snout.

It felt incredible. The velvety-smooth, moist flesh of Victor's mouth slid back and forth over the rock-hard form of his pulsating cock with ease. The gold slowly brought his head down and watched the agile movement of the red's bobbing with desiring eyes. He shivered a bit in arousal when he saw some of Victor's saliva running down the length of his cock each time the dragon brought his snout up, and let out a quivered shudder of delight when he saw even more of it wet both of his inner thighs. He was well-lubricated now, but he did not stop Victor yet. He forced himself to stay away from climax for now; he wanted to enjoy this sensation for just a while longer, because it had been a very long time since the gold had received oral.

And Victor did continue for a few more moments. His serpentine, draconic tongue learned the shape of the gold dragon's massive organ well. Each and every part was wet by his intricate motions; every single ridge slid under the movements of his tongue. After some time, though, the red dragon slowly pulled off and replaced his maw with a firm grip of his hand, which made Drake jerk in surprise and arousal. The gold closed his eyes and breathed deeply, wondering what Victor had in store now.

The red dragon slowly slid his grasp up and down; it moved very easily due to the excellent lubrication, and he spoke in a soft, slow voice, "Alright Drake, here's what I want you to do for me now. I want you to picture a female, back at the barracks. She's had a real long day, and is relaxing on her bed. The desert is hotter than normal, so she's taken off her uniform, except for her panties. It's been so long since she's had any kind of relief; you know the rules out here. If we get caught fucking the women, we get punished. So, she's in real need of a big, fat cock like yours to fill her."

Drake breathed deeper, and he started to tense as Victor fabricated this fantasy. His cock pulsated even harder now, and Victor squeezed it in response before continuing.

"She brings one hand to her right breast, and starts running a finger over the nipple. It stiffens quickly, and she moves her other hand down to her waistband. Her agile fingers slip underneath the fabric, and they move down slowly, discovering that she's very wet at this point. She shivers as she runs her fingers over those smooth, warm lips, and just dreams of a male coming to take care of her extreme arousal. She slips her fingers inside of that pussy, going as deep as she can to get herself off."

The gold's eyes were closed now, and his breathing was very deep. His body was incredibly tensed now, it at the complete mercy of Victor's hand and words. He was harder than he had ever been, and desperately wanted the red to continue. He didn't know if he could hold out much longer.

Victor gripped harder and kept speaking, "She's well lubricated, that's for sure. Her fingers are pushing in deep and pulling back out, repeating those motions over and over again, growing a bit faster each time. She pants wildly and reaches down to get rid of her panties, spreading her legs wide on that bed. She's desperately trying to relieve herself now, but she just can't do it. Her fingers aren't enough. She needs a fat cock Drake; real fat and long, like yours. She's seen you around the base before, and she's only had her imagination to guess at how big you really are. So, Drake, do you wanna fuck her?"

The gold bit his lip and tried desperately to fight the urge to cum; thankfully he won, and he gasped before replying, "Yes..."

Victor tightened his squeeze on the gold's fat cock and stopped stroking, "Huh? You do?"

Drake took a deep breath before slowly bringing his head back and raising his voice a bit, "Yes! Yes I do!"

The red slid his boxers off and tossed them aside before getting down on his knees to present himself to Drake, and he lifted his tail, "Then fuck her, fuck your horny little bitch!"

The gold snapped his eyes open, and in an almost feral fashion, immediately brought himself over Victor's form, and in seconds, the red dragon felt his nearly-virgin ass filled with all eight inches of Drake's fat, throbbing cock. He gasped and gripped at the ground and clenched his teeth, but his pain was soon turned to pleasure as the gold began a rough thrusting in and out of him.

Drake could feel his ridges gliding back and forth against the soft, yet tight flesh of the red's tailhole, and he did not hold himself back as he dominated the horny little slut beneath him. Whether Victor liked it or not, he was Drake's bitch now, and the gold dragon made sure it was known. He gripped the red dragon's shoulders for support, and began to rail him as hard as he could. Flesh hit flesh again and again as his throbbing, eight-inch organ rocked Victor's insides, and the red dragon panted and gasped as he was so roughly taken by this absolutely dominant male above him.

Drake snarled before bringing his grip to each side of Victor's torso, and forced him back on his cock with each thrust. There were light pings when his dogtags clinked together every so often, and the gold had to reach up after some time had passed to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The tight sensation that Victor's tailhole created around Drake's thick, long organ was driving both of them wild, but the gold was winning against the tension. He kept thrusting, hilting in each time he did, and knew that it would not belong until he emptied his extremely pent-up load into his panting bitch below.

It was Victor's fault that he had such an erection, and he was going to punish his little slut justly for it. He railed his throbbing organ as deep as it could go, over and over again, making Victor give soft, quick whines each time Drake's cockhead hit his prostate. The gold tightened his grip on the red dragon's sides, and spoke in a low, dominating tone.

"For the rest of this deployment, you're my little bitch. You should have known better than to get someone like me this aroused; it has its consequences. Don't think I haven't seen you eyeing me in the showers before. You saw my slit, and you wanted to know exactly what I was packing down there. Well now you don't have to fuckin' wonder again, cause from this point on, each time I need to get off, this fat cock is going to be either in your snout or in this tight little ass of yours. Now let me know, like the little bitch you are, how bad you want my seed."

The red could not believe what Drake was capable of. As he took that massive cock deep in his ass, he was absolutely shocked at how such a quiet, reserved soldier could turn into such a dominating beast. He didn't know how, but he didn't care, either. He panted and gasped loudly now, letting his owner know that he wanted to be filled.

Drake sped up his movements now and began to bring himself to the edge. Eight days of pent-up sexual frustration would finally be used to mark that panting slut beneath him. He could feel it coming now, and he brought himself down, chest and stomach flush with Victor's back before wrapping his arms around the red dragon's chest. He held him tightly as he thrusted in one last time, holding himself there before finally letting a torrent of seed rush from his throbbing cock. He filled his little prize up with more seed than he ever thought capable of himself, and he sunk his teeth into the side of Victor's neck. Scales broke, and blood was drawn as the seal was made. The red dragon was Drake's property now, and he finally collapsed as the gold emptied the last of his seed into his gut.

The two lay there for a few minutes, but Drake evenutally pulled out and sat back against one of the cave walls. His cock still stood hard, and a small amount of seed was still trickling from the tip. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before ordering Victor over to him.

"Clean me up and then get back to your post. I need some shuteye after that, and, as far as you and I are both concerned, I'm your commanding officer now."

Victor nodded softly and bent down to follow the orders he had been given, and looked up at Drake before getting to work, "Yes sir."