FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

--1

"All right, Ryan, here's the deal."

Ryan glanced away from the TV. A tiny, lewd smile was plastered on his muzzle and his orange eyes, though bloodshot, flickered with playfulness. "I'm listening."

Ross sipped his beer. Between Ryan and himself, a platoon of Miller cans sat empty on the table. "I was thinking about that job you got coming up from Cali to New York," he said slyly, "and I had a wager in mind."

"Who's fucking who in the ass this time?" Ryan sneered.

Ross sneered back and looked at the old wolf from the corner of his eye. "Naturally, it'll be me fucking you if you screw up," he murmured. "Maybe I'll make you ride me like a cowboy."

Twenty-something and sturdily-built with only a hint of a budding beergut was Ross, a lightly-colored husky dog with a bicolor gaze and an unlikely taste for friendship in Ryan.

Ryan himself was perhaps a portrait of Ross in twenty years. A charcoal-colored timber wolf, Ryan was gray in the muzzle, a bit yellow in the teeth, perpetually ripened with musk and sporting a formidable gut from years of trucking and garbage food. Ryan was a bear-lover's dream and the antithesis to the effeminate twink whom Ross called his boyfriend.

"No problem with that," Ryan grinned and folded his arms cheekily behind his head.

"Yeah, we both know you're an ass slut way past his prime. Try taking a bath, maybe you won't smell like you rubbed your nuts down with gym socks," Ross grunted.

"Why would I wanna do that?" Ryan jabbed. "Then you wouldn't cram your nose under 'em." With a heavy, black paw he reached over and patted his young friend on the shoulder. Ross chuckled.

"Anyway, in the wholly unlikely event you win the wager, I'm betting my boyfriend on the line," Ross smiled.

The wolf snorted with laughter. "What, you gonna sign him over to me?"

"Just for a week," Ross explained "He mentioned something about wondering what it's like to get it on with an older guy... And it's our two-year coming up soon. I figure you'd be a nice treat."

"Heh, I'm flattered," Ryan chuckled. "So what's the wager here?"

"Simple," Ross smiled, "you just gotta make it there and back in a week and a half. You show back up in, let's round up and say eleven days, and Khrisy's yours for the next week."

"Round up to eleven days, huh," Ryan pondered aloud, "and that means I'm gonna make off with him on the day of your anniversary. Sly."

"Happy little coincidence," Ross grinned and winked. He sipped his beer and glanced at the clock. A little bit after 7 PM, it said. "Khrisy's gonna be home in about an hour," he said. Ryan already knew. "You up for the wager?"

"Sure," Ryan winked. "I'm guessing he doesn't know about it?"

"Not one bit, although I mentioned that you'd probably fuck the shit out of him, given the chance. I told him you're kind of a stud," Ross smiled.

"Just kind of?" Ryan laughed as he pushed himself up and out of Ross' worn-out sofa. "I'm gonna get going since you hurt my feelings, you irreverent little prick."

"Aw, come on," Ross grinned, "I'll kiss your ass, I swear."

Over his shoulder, Ryan grinned. His roughly-groomed tail swished. "I'd rather you lick it, but whatever..."

Ross laughed. The idea was far from unappealing, but he playfully demanded, "Get the fuck out of here, smelly old bastard."

On his way to the door, Ryan said, "See you soon. Have your boy wrapped up and ready to go, he's gonna be in for a rough week."

--2

Ryan prided himself on his driving. With a few decades behind the wheel, he knew what was and wasn't safe. He knew that coffee worked and that energy drinks just made him crash. In San Francisco his journey began; furniture from a carpentry shop on its way to a boutique in New York City was nestled safely in the trailer he picked up. He signed off on the load, told some dirty jokes for the surly freight manager and the jovial bullshitting set the chipper tone for his trip. It was practically a marathon carried on through autumnal rain, though the Thanksgiving holiday was mercifully weeks away.

To Ryan, sex was never difficult to obtain. Boys practically lunged on him and he knew he could keep up with the young bucks. But knowing that Khrisy awaited as his prize had him driving with a certain fervor for longer than he should have with coffee stimulating him for as long as possible. When he finally snoozed on his wallowed-out and sweat-filled mattress behind the seats, he thought hard about the dragon.

On the third night of his trip Ryan lay awake in the still darkness. The engine still ticked as it cooled and it sounded like pebbles pelting the sheetmetal. He took a deep breath and unzipped his oil-stained jeans. Underneath the fly were boxers, stained with pre, sweat and dribbles of piss which hid in his foreskin from time to time. In the darkness, Ryan's face took on an impish quality as he fished out his cock. It fit perfectly in his big, old paw. Just visualizing it made him prideful and eager to strut. It was big. Black. Fat. Just like he was.

As he masturbated, Ryan pictured Khrisy. Lithe, purple, cutely bitchy at times but ever under Ross' thumb. He could tell from his limited interactions with the little dragon that he was an unspeakably submissive bitch. Underneath a haughty front was a cock-hungry twink like so many others Ryan had conquered. Jerking off faster now, his breathing quickening, Ryan imagined the wingless and fuzzy little dragon under his control for a week. Seven days, 168 hours of sucking and fucking while trucking. That no-doubt tight and hard ass, those supple thighs, those soft and sucking lips. Ryan came all over his thick, naked gut with a shudder and a subtle howl. It was muffled and quick, a heartfelt but tiny awoo! which he found so hard to hold back when the urge to cum came over him.

While he cleaned the sticky mess out of his belly fluff and licked his fingers, Ryan made a decision to keep his paws off of his crank and save his loads for Khrisy. Two nights later, he jerked off again and made the same decision. On the way back, however, he kept his promise.

--3

Ten days after he left, Ryan called up Ross. "I'm back," he said, and the husky could hear the grin on Ryan's face.

With Khrisy kneeling and sucking on his heavy balls, Ross was coy. "Oh yeah? That's great to hear, man. I bet you're excited."

"You fucking bet I am, you're gonna be lucky if I bring him back," Ryan effused.

Ross laughed and stroked through the dark indigo mop of Khrisy's hair. Slim, taut Khrisy suckled dutifully on Ross' balls, oblivious to the nature of the call. "We'll see what happens, won't we?" He chuckled and sighed heavily - pleasure. "You wanna stop by tomorrow?"

"Fuck that," Ryan chuckled. "I'm coming by tonight, I earned it."

"Well," Ross sighed, "can't argue with you there. Later, old man."

After he hung up, Ross smiled down at Khrisy. "Baby, you can cut out the spit-shining and climb up here."

Khrisy was loathe to stop, but he did as the dog suggested and cuddled up at his side. His long, whip-like and spade-tipped tail swayed back and forth with an infectiously rhythmic quality.

"Remember my friend Ryan?" Ross asked.

Khrisy smiled vacantly. "I do, yeah. Isn't he that smelly old wolf?"

"You got it," Ross chuckled. "How'd you feel about spending some time with him?"

The dragon recoiled and his expression soured. "What did you do?" he moaned.

"Nothing you aren't gonna like," the husky said with a dark smile. "Go pack up a bag. Be a good boy. Clothes for a week."

With a cute little harrumph, nude Khrisy padded off to their shared bedroom and set about packing up a duffel.

Ryan showed up at the door and let himself in, hitherto unseen behavior. He met Ross' smirk with a wide, dirty grin befitting such a horny old man. Making the expression perfect, he ground his palms together.

"You look greasier than a fucking pizza," Ross laughed, noticing the shine on Ryan's hair sticking out from under his cap. "Do I even wanna know the last time you took a shower?"

"Not since I left," Ryan shamelessly admitted. Such slovenliness was not a new occurrence for Ryan. Ross hoped to one day care as little about his own hygiene, although he noted that Ryan had an uncanny knack for keeping at least his ass clean.

"Christ," Ross murmured. The fact that his pants were around his ankles didn't seem to perturb Ryan at all and he contentedly took a seat beside his younger friend.

"So where's my prize at?" Ryan beamed.

"Prize!?" Khrisy brayed from the bedroom.

"That's right, prize!" Ross called to him.

Khrisy peered around the corner. Still nude and packing, he scowled at Ryan despite his crush. "What the fuck, Ross?"

Ryan practically sprung off the sofa and hurtled toward Khrisy, slowing himself on the way. Khrisy cringed and recoiled into the bedroom where Ryan promptly menaced him. "What's going on here," the wolf grinned with yellowed teeth, "is that your boyfriend said if I made it from California to New York and back in time, I get to borrow your fine little booty for a week."

The dragon's blush was outright crimson even on his fuzzy, purple cheeks. His scowl was unfiltered indignity and yet his shaft stirred. "I-I, that's... No way!"

Ross peered in from the doorway around Ryan. "Yes," he said flatly. "Yes way, Khrisy. Now do what Ryan says, you're his little boy for the next week."

Ryan grinned again. "You heard, now c'mere. Give daddy some fucking sugar."

Khrisy stole his way up to Ryan. The miasma of rotten old wolf musk had already beset him from across the room. Up close it bordered on being a stench and he loved it. Very slowly and awkwardly, he stood up on his tip-toes and pecked Ryan on the lips. Ryan grabbed him by the shoulders and forced a tongue-kiss so deep that Khrisy shrieked and bit Ryan's tongue. The wolf relented, not bloody and no worse for wear, but now he had a lump in his jeans and his grin was beaming.

"Oh god, it's gonna be a fun week. Hurry up and pack your shit. You're not gonna spend enough time in those clothes to need more than a couple day's changes anyway. Let's get going now, I'm shoving off for Idaho."

"Great," Khrisy hissed, "I can eat a baked potato while you're rubbing your stinky dick all over me."

"If that's what puts a smile on your face, kid," Ryan chuckled as he stepped out.

Ross met Khrisy's eyes when Ryan was out in the living room. He smiled and winked. "Happy anniversary, babe," he all but mouthed.

Khrisy tightly smiled back. "Thanks," he mouthed back.

--4

Khrisy was used to riding in a truck but only the one Ross drove. Getting into a semi truck was like entering a stranger's home, which wasn't far off the mark for somebody like Ryan whom was technically a vagabond, rooting down only with friends like Ross for a week here and there.

Ryan's truck was not unlike its owner. An old beast with black paint chipped and crazing, worn-out with loose handling and an assortment of crap inside. Crumpled, gutted bags primarily from Burger King and McDonalds tried to spill out when Khrisy opened the passenger door. He absently scooped them back inside and recoiled when the overwhelming stink of Ryan's musk wafted out of the cab. "Oh, my god," he whined as he pinched his nostrils daintily, "hold on, I'm getting some Febreeze."

"The hell you are," Ryan laughed. "Get up in here. You're gonna get used to the smell." Khrisy whined and mounted up. He tossed his bag up first which Ryan caught and dropped behind the seats; when he was halfway in, Ryan grabbed him by the hand and yanked him up. "That seat shouldn't be too uncomfortable for you... Usually it's just boys like you that sit in it," the wolf smiled.

Khrisy murmured under his breath and yanked the door closed with a harsh, metal slap. When the door latched, the light in the cab faded out and all Khrisy could see was the glow of the instruments and the radio. The fact that Ryan's eyes gleamed like rusty orbs in such subtle light didn't ease the drake's prissy concerns. "It's almost midnight," he yawned, "I just wanna sleep."

"Go ahead and sleep, princess," Ryan grinned, backing out of Ross' driveway. "I gotta drive down to LA for the load anyway. By that time, I'm gonna be pooped too."

The dragon nodded petitely despite the darkness. It was warm in the cab, the heater being very effective, but still he tucked his hands into his girly pink hoodie and shivered in the nook between the seat back and the door. "Just, uh... Wake me up if you stop somewhere. For food or something, yeah?"

"The only thing I wanna eat is that sexy little ass of yours, kid," Ryan said with absolutely no shame. He pulled out onto a gravel road from Ross' driveway and idled up toward the highway. On the horizon, headlights gleamed and vanished with lively regularity despite the hour and the lazy cloud cover of the moon.

"You're a pig, aren't you?" Khrisy huffed.

"Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot, kid," Ryan grinned at Khrisy. His teeth gleamed too, the drake learned. "I know Ross tells you what a pig I am, and I know you just eat that kinda shit up. Point is, I earned you fair and square, sugar, and you're gonna be walking funny for weeks." Khrisy whined. He was getting hard under his jeans. More gently a few minutes later, Ryan said, "Hey kid, if you wanna, you can sleep on my cot in the back."

The dragon eyed Ryan's outline dubiously. "Has it ever been washed?"

"Does the Pope shit in the woods?"

"What?" Khrisy blurted.

"You're not very bright," said Ryan with an almost sad tone. With an opening in the traffic, he pulled out onto the highway, practically mashed his boot down into the gas and started to shift his truck up through its gears. "Good thing you're pretty, I swear to god. Look, my bed smells like I do, if not worse. My advice is that you just fucking get into it and get used to the smell." There was a pause in which Khrisy said nothing. Only the rumble of the engine and the whine of the turbo played for their ears. Then almost absently, Ryan mused, "You're sure as shit gonna get used to it when I sit on your face..."

"I want to go home!" Khrisy whined.

"And I want a handjob," Ryan said with a grin. "Let's guess what's more likely, huh?" It was a subtle noise under the din of the engine but Ryan shifted back comfortably in his wallowed-out seat and unzipped his pants. "Scoot closer. Don't bump the shifter. Not that you'd be able to budge it even if you tried."

Despite a groan, Khrisy scooted closer and took only his left hand out of his hoodie. "Isn't distracted driving dangerous?" he asked as he grappled awkwardly on Ryan's boxers-covered cock.

"Nice alliteration," Ryan chuckled. "I dunno. I've actually fucked guys in the ass while driving, I'm good at getting laid behind the wheel."

"How the hell does that even work?" Khrisy exclaimed.

"Oh, it takes some jury-rigging," Ryan jovially chuckled. Keeping one steady paw on the wheel, he tugged his boxers down and tucked their tired elastic under his balls. His exposed junk was fanned by the blower of the heater and the cab quickly filled with a more recent, potent miasma of wolf musk.

Draped over fat, dangling balls was a tired and uncircumcised cock. Khrisy wrapped his hand blindly around it and blushed at the feeling. Even flaccid, it was thicker than what meat Ross bore and the sheer heat of it warmed up his fuzzy hand. Showing a promise of obedience to come in the week, he palmed and squeezed dutifully until the flesh began to swell. Before he stroked its turgid length, he gathered slippery pre at the bared tip to lubricate his hand, and then he began to jerk the trucker off.

Ryan sighed heavily. A big smile spread across his face. The pleasure was sublime and the driving was easy. Like a mack daddy, he wrapped his right arm around Khrisy's shoulders and cuddled the twink in against his musky bulk. Like so, Khrisy's snout was near Ryan's armpit and beneath the dash. It was a musk overload but Khrisy only blushed, throbbed in his pants and masturbated Ryan all the more firmly.

"Ain't so bad, is it, kid?" Ryan murred to Khrisy. Although the dragon didn't speak, his masturbation didn't slow down. Ryan took that obedience as his answer. Pre jetted from the tip and the entire shaft throbbed in Khrisy's supple mitt. A succession of chaste days had Ryan sporting nearly a hair trigger. His first climax would be easy, a means for Khrisy to appreciate the caliber of weapon he was handling. The high-endurance ass-wrecking would come later.

Ryan started to huff and he squeezed Khrisy in tighter. His foot mashed down a bit in the excitement and the truck roared up to seventy. Nobody was around anymore and Ryan kept it between the lines. "Atta boy... Atta boy, shit," Ryan grunted.

Khrisy's blush was the same crimson it had been when he first learned his fate. He leaned out of Ryan's embrace, curled in a loose crescent around the shifter and put his snout in Ryan's lap. Black lupine pecker ripe with musk and stale piss was soon engulfed in Khrisy's maw, and for the first and only time, Ryan jostled the wheel. He recovered quickly but he kept accelerating. Eighty and climbing very slowly, almost as fast as the truck could manage without a load.

Only a few suckles were all Khrisy managed before Ryan squirted. Ryan clamped his muzzle shut for his victorious little howl and he finally eased off of the gas pedal, down into safer and more legal speeds. Through his climax and into his afterglow Khrisy blew him, though the drake's role was more passive than forward. Wet, almost absent suckles drew out Ryan's seed to be gulped down. Musk right from the old wolf's crotch filled up Khrisy's nostrils and bore down on his sinuses. He was queerly imprinting on Ryan's natural stink.

Not long after the climax came to a close and Ryan's blissful afterglow began, Khrisy pulled up and off and licked his lips silently. No reverent kisses, no further strokes. As quickly as he had begun, he retreated back into the nook between the door and seat back.

"Christ, kid," Ryan chuckled with a big, dopey grin. "This is gonna be a fun week."

"I, ah... Yeah," Khrisy murmured. Silence again. Only the rumble of the engine, the whine of the turbo, the road thundering by under the tires. Khrisy peered out the window and saw a flash of lightning in far-off, thin clouds. The thought of lighting made his tail swish in excitement. More warmly, he peered over at Ryan and said, "I wanted to ask you something."

Absently stuffing his softening cock into his boxers, Ryan grunted obligingly.

"Are you really gonna eat my ass?"

Ryan glanced at Khrisy and again the dragon saw those gleaming eyes and matching teeth. "I'm gonna hit the back of your teeth, babe. Didn't Ross tell you I'm a pig?"

"Well," the twink stammered, "not like, specific things!"

The wolf laughed. "I've tongued your boyfriend's ass so deep, I don't think he'll ever need a prostate exam. Likewise, kiddo, every time you make out with him, you're really kissing my butthole."

"Uhn," Khrisy grunted. But he couldn't bring himself to feel too repulsed. "So you and Ross like to fuck?"

"Hell yeah! Nothing like I'm gonna do to you, though," Ryan effused.

"Ooh, it's gonna be a long week," Khrisy sighed. "I'm gonna nap now..." With that, he slipped between the seats and passed the dull green curtain. From there he played by touch, not knowing the existence of the naked bulb overhead. After nudging wrappers out of the way and unwittingly brushing his fingers against a thick, knotted sex toy between the wall and the mattress, he settled against the wallowed-out cot and found it surprisingly comforting. Ryan's stench enveloped him like a blanket, and in its warmth he fell asleep with an aching erection.

--5

Time stopped for Khrisy but it went on for Ryan as he made his way down to LA. Through the wee hours he pushed through token autumn rain and rolled over mauled-flat blankets of leaves on the more forested roads. By the time he reached Los Angeles and thus his load, it was 6 AM, an hour after the workshop opened up. While Khrisy snoozed, Ryan schmoozed with the owners and passed the good spirits of his highway tugjob off onto the machinists while he hooked up the trailer. The fact that he had a vulnerable twink passed out in his truck unknown to the presumably straight machinists was a source of taboo kinkiness for Ryan.

"So everything's in capable hands here?" the lead machinist asked Ryan. A graying old Retriever of some sort, he appeared to have sired the three younger men milling around.

"Ah, yeah," Ryan said with a coy little smile. "This job's gonna be just great."

As Ryan idled off their lot, the machinists were none the wiser as to Ryan's passenger. But despite having just picked up his load, Ryan had needs to attend to. These were needs every man had, not just ones of a horny old fag with a fine twink on call. After driving few dozen miles down the highway, Ryan pulled into the first truck stop he saw. There in his spot among countless other beastly trucks, he tapped the wheel thoughtfully. A fuck, he thought, would be in order later. Other things came first.

The wolf peeked under the curtain and said softly, "Hey kid. Khrisy! Wake up, kiddo."

Khrisy stirred, yawned and stretched. "I'm awake," he bleated. "What time is it? It's so dark back here."

"About seven in the morning," Ryan immediately answered. "I'm gonna get something to eat. I know you're hungry, so come on, daddy's buying."

A rumbling in Khrisy's stomach spurred by the thought of food had him sitting up and clambering out of the rat's nest that was Ryan's bedroom. But when he peered out through the grimy cab windows and saw rows and rows of other trucks, he had visions of meaty truckers who would be less than friendly toward a twink like himself. Visions of ruthless and decidedly unsexy beatings with chains and pipe wrenches flashed through his head. "Um, can you just bring something back for me?"

A coy smile spread across Ryan's face with all the suddenness of flowing molasses. "You ever been in a truck stop before?"

"Ross never stops at them with me," Khrisy answered.

"There's a reason for that, but it ain't the one you're thinking of. Come on, sugar, and keep close."

Up to the truck stop proper, Khrisy felt decidedly out of place in his tight jeans and pink hoodie. Burly wolves and bears who looked big enough to chomp even Ryan down in two or three bites loitered with cigarettes hanging off their bottom lips. Khrisy kept close to Ryan and sometimes set a hand on the wolf's hip as a guideline.

They made it inside no worse for wear into a den of noisy male chatter and cigarette smoke. Greasy breakfast foods sizzled, made to order, and Khrisy's stomach rumbled again. The dragon had tried to make it a point to keep his eyes forward but paranoia had him glancing this way and that. A weird thing happened: he realized there were plenty of other twinks. They flourished in the truck stop. It looked like every third trucker had some young boytoy cuddled up against him and those who didn't were eying the others predatorially.

"Ryan!" Khrisy tightly said as nearly a cough.

"What's up, kid?" Ryan coolly asked, taking to a table.

"Are... Are all these guys gay?" the dragon asked, low and conspiratorial.

The gray-muzzled wolf didn't bother to lower his voice. "Lots of truckers are prison-gay, kid. Fag ass is what you get the most of from hitchhikers." He grinned and winked. "If it wasn't me, Ross was just gonna lose you to some other fat, queer trucker eventually."

Khrisy took a seat beside Ryan rather than across from him. Worry kept his eyes darting. Despite the sheer number of boys and their daddies, Khrisy still visualized having a tire iron taken to his skull and he found himself cuddling against Ryan for protection. The wolf understood but he didn't mind having the boy close.

Interrupting the dragon's worries with simple distraction was the vixen waitress in the knee-high skirt. Old, scabby and clearly neglected by the great many men who came and went, she tapped her pen to her pad and smiled passably at Ryan. "What can I get you?"

"Sausage and eggs, well done. Coffee if it's not shit," Ryan winked.

"It's shit," the waitress winked and grinned back. "Want it anyway?"

"You know it. My boy's having the same." Ryan squeezed blushing, grimacing Khrisy close. "Gotta get my little princess some other sausage to eat for once, don't I, babe?"

"Ah, yeah," Khrisy stammered. "Um, I don't drink coffee though--," but the waitress had already walked off.

"Hard luck, kid, I'll drink your coffee if you want," Ryan chuckled. "I'm the one who's gotta drive anyway."

"I saw a pop machine out front," Khrisy muttered. "I'll grab something before we leave."

It didn't take very long for the waitress to return with a tray. Two plates of sausage and eggs for Ryan and his boy. The eggs were speckled with the same nasty black grease that the sausage had fried in. Ryan would eat whatever was put in front of him; Khrisy was fortunately tempered to greasy, nasty food by Ross' tastes and he tore into his breakfast with equal enthusiasm. Ryan drank all of the coffee through their meal, leaving Khrisy feeling thirsty but too nervous to step outside for a can of soda.

While he pulled the last bite of burnt, tasty sausage off of his fork, Ryan glanced at Khrisy's plate and was pleased to see nothing had gone to waste. Khrisy met his gaze with a questioning, cute tilt of his head. "Nothing, kid," Ryan chuckled. "Just glad to see you eating."

Ryan paid the tab and he left with Khrisy. Outside the door, meaty truckers still bullshitted in a cigarette clutch, blocking the little drake's passage to the soda machine. He got back into Ryan's truck thirsty.

Back out on the highway, Khrisy watched the road pass by as the sun climbed into the sky, often licking his salted lips. As Ross often confided in Ryan, Khrisy was quiet on a road trip. It was easy for Ryan to forget the little dragon was there when the highway transfixed his eyes and the rumble of the engine filled his head.

Khrisy broke up the monotony of the drive half an hour later. "You keep anything to drink in the truck here?" he asked, fumbling without much hope around the seats for a cooler.

"Sorry, kiddo. And some fuck stole my thermos a few months ago," Ryan muttered. "Nice red one, made of aluminum. I loved that damn thing. They don't make 'em like that anymore."

When he realized that Ryan was describing the exact thermos Ross took with him on the road, Khrisy's cute face was overtaken with an impish grin which he turned away from Ryan to hide. "Nothing to drink then?"

"Nope," Ryan replied. "Sorry, kid."

A lull in the conversation came between them. The roar of the engine and the whine of the turbo dominated again. Raindrops started to pelt the windshield and Khrisy stared with detached interest as the clouds engulfed the sun. He was thirstier than ever.

"Well, maybe I got something to drink," the wolf murmured as he shifted in his seat. The grin he was wearing resembled Khrisy's guilty expression.

"That food was so salty, I'd drink about anything," Khrisy moaned.

Ryan chuckled under his breath and said just as lowly, "That's what I'm counting on."

The sound of the engine swallowed Ryan's small words. Khrisy asked, "Say what?"

"Nothing, kid. Nothing." He peered across the cab a Khrisy, shifted in his seat, and then absently grabbed the stalk of the windshield wiper. "You're pretty open-minded, right?"

In a rare moment of coyness, Khrisy smiled and said, "I'm a purple dragon in a pink hoodie with a gay guy twice my age. I think that qualifies."

The wolf laughed. "All right, kid, your credentials check out. Tell me something, you believe piss is sterile?"

Khrisy's eyes were at once narrow, his lip quirked in something resembling amusement. Most telling of his state of mind was the blush on his cheeks, however. "Where are you going with this?"

Ryan grinned his toothy, yellow grin at Khrisy for a second. "I drank two helpings of coffee, kiddo. I haven't pissed since I picked this load up. Now I don't feel like pulling over to take a leak and get you something to drink, so I'm thinking, why don't we kill two birds with one stone, huh?"

The dragon gently recoiled into the nook of the seat and the door as he hugged himself. Back and forth like a metronome, his tail swished as he considered. "I... I guess all that makes sense, yeah."

"Good boy," Ryan murred as he unzipped his pants. It almost stopped Khrisy's heart when he took both paws off of the wheel to open up his fly and expose his sweaty crotch but no disaster befell them. So weighted down, the truck didn't veer even slightly on its course and Ryan exhibited total confidence in his ride.

Once Ryan had a paw back on the wheel, Khrisy let his eyes drift to the wolf's loins to ogle his flaccid cock. The sight made him shiver but the anticipation of something so new, naughty and nasty caused his loins to subtly stir. He scooted closer, around the gear shifter in a familiar curve. One of his hands, covered in supple and soft fur, grasped Ryan's hot penis. Sweat saw it stick ever so softly to his palm. "You sure about this?" Khrisy asked as he pulled back on that thick cock, baring the gleaming flesh of the glans beneath the foreskin.

"I'm sure," Ryan said, grinning darkly. "Hurry up, I gotta tap a kidney here."

The dragon made a small, uneasy noise as he descended on Ryan's cock. Beyond his soft lips, the flesh began to swell and the dragon gave it a very tender and unconscious suckle as he closed his maw around it. It occurred to the drake to form a tight seal and that was what he did.

Without warning, Ryan pushed and started to piss. Khrisy knew it had been coming yet the lack of knowing the precise moment made the dragon falter briefly in his work, but still no piss escaped. Working without thinking, he gulped it down hard and fast. It came from the tap as quickly as he could swallow it and the rank smell wafted back up his throat and into his sinuses. His eyes watered while his cheeks lit up with the reddest blush imaginable.

Intensely bitter, salty and vaguely caffeinated, Ryan's piss was decidedly not a suitable drink for the first-time pee-drinker. Khrisy's throat stung and tensed at the aggressive flavor and tears ran down his cheeks. The humility of being thoroughly used was all a part of his sexuality and so he didn't relent in his gulping just as Ryan subjected him to nothing less than a full-blast stream.

Softly the wolf threaded his free fingers through Khrisy's hair while a long and genuine groan of relief came from his lips. Hearing it added to the embarrassment of the situation and Khrisy was soon rock-hard. In this moment, the slim drake wondered just how much the old wolf could piss; but he jinxed a good thing when the stream began to ease off. Ryan's vocalizations similarly settled into something more akin to a pleasant croon.

"Much better," the trucker chuckled. His heavy paw remained on Khrisy's head to keep that snug mouth wrapped around his stiffening cock. "Good job, kid... Real good job."

The taste of piss wouldn't soon leave Khrisy and it would undoubtedly hang on his breath for hours. For the dragon suffering an aching erection and facing a week of such abuse, such a sentence seemed like heaven on earth. When Ryan eased off of the back of his head, so did Khrisy pull back. Ryan's black cockflesh glistened with saliva but there was no hint of urine lingering on the bared piss slit. However, a thick bead of pre soon formed there.

"You still thirsty, kiddo?" Ryan chuckled as he idly grasped his swollen penis.

The dragon licked his lips and settled back into his corner with a cute shiver. "Nah, I'm okay."

"Good, glad for you," Ryan murmured. He gave his shaft a few idle pumps before he set both of his paws back on the wheel. Before their eyes, the highway stretched on forever. Khrisy put his hot snout against the cold, dirty glass in the door and peered out at the countryside while his own hard-on gradually waned. Ryan's potent musk hung on his breath in perpetuity to sustain his erection, however, and his tight behind longed for what his muzzle and hands had already been treated to.

"Hey, Ryan?" Khrisy sweetly asked as he peered toward the wolf.

The trucker was just zipping his pants back up. He glanced at Khrisy, smiled tightly and winked. "What's up, kiddo?"

A smile, dirty and thin, creased Khrisy's lips. His tail swished. "You wanna try bouncing me on your dick?"

"What, while I'm driving?" Ryan incredulously blurted, not taking his eyes off the road.

"You said you did it before," the twink muttered.

"Kid, Khrisy," Ryan sheepishly chuckled, "I was ten years younger and weighed about a hundred pounds less. Between my gut and the steering wheel, you'd break your back, sugar."

Khrisy chuckled and blushed. That his smile remained spoke of his willingness to try, yet distracting Ryan with a highway lapbounce struck him as unwise. Maybe next time Ross took him on a drive he could try that out. "Fair enough," he conceded, "I'm just, god, so fucking horny right now."

"Me too, kid," Ryan sighed with a big smile firmly in place.

"You came last night! I haven't gotten off in three days!" Khrisy snapped with an odd playfulness under his tone.

Ryan laughed and reached over with a meaty, musky paw. He patted Khrisy on the snout and the dragon found himself blushingly nosing into the palm to catch the scent of Ryan's sweaty cock again. "Three days? Gosh, you poor baby," he sneered, flicking Khrisy's nose for the final touch. The dragon nipped at his fingers as he yanked them back. "I've gone weeks, quit your crying."

The dragon smoothed his purple locks back and shot Ryan his most incisive glare. "You're lying."

In an instant, Ryan's expression fractured into a tight, blushing and impish grin. "Totally am, yeah. I'm lucky to go a couple hours without having to turn the old crank." While Khrisy unsuccessfully tried to visualize the euphemism, Ryan peered at the road thoughtfully and then turned on his radio. As he fiddled with the worn-out tuning knob to find some music, he remarked, "I figure I can get you off tonight if that's what you're craving, sugar."

Khrisy's tail swished more prominently. Try as he might, his erection was like stone and the lingering taste of wolf musk ensured it would stay. "I'd like that, yeah," he tried to say without too much excitement.

Ryan gave up on the radio and switched it off. Talk shows and static were equally dull to him. "How much are you packing?"

The dragon hesitated. "I'm average, I think. Six or seven inches," said Khrisy as nonchalantly as possible.

"I'd sit on that," Ryan shrugged. With little traffic around, he peered over at Khrisy for a few seconds and studied the dragon's face. With his eyes back on the road he chuckled, "You don't look too excited. I take it you're a total bottom bitch, aren't you?"

"Ye-e-eah, sorry," Khrisy mumbled. "Maybe with another twink, but with a guy like you..."

"Sure, kid, sure," Ryan said with a breezy chuckle. "No big thing. I'll get you what you want, kiddo. I'm gonna wreck that ass."

"Ooh, god," Khrisy shuddered.

That's what you're gonna say, yeah, Ryan thought with a cocky sneer. His shaft was again aching under his fly but that was for later. Casually he said, "Just, uh... Just show me what you got going on there. Lemme see what you're packing."

"Oh, um," Khrisy muttered, "I guess so, sure." With that the drake straightened out in the deep seat before he tentatively gripped his zipper lead. He knew they were moving too fast for anybody to peer inside and that his lower body was well beneath the windows yet he found himself thrilled by the taboo. He opened his fly to bare a pink g-string, tented heavily and wet with pre where the tip of his cock lie.

Ryan glanced over and smirked at the sight of the drake's underwear. "Cute panties, kid!"

"They're not panties," Khrisy moaned.

"Coulda fooled me," Ryan said in a dark chuckle. "Let's see some meat, kid. Whip that sucker out."

Khrisy did as his temporary daddy commanded. Rather than pull the g-string down, he yanked it to the side. A seven-inch, pink and uncut cock spilled out along with balls dressed in mildly purple fur like most of the rest of his body. "Here," he said lowly. Outwardly he looked quite flustered and embarrassed but the truth was that his arousal was only enhanced by the exhibitionism.

Ryan glanced and whistled. "Nice, kid... Real nice."

The dragon chuckled weakly. "You saw it before you picked me up, though."

"Not hard," Ryan said. Quickly and casually, he reached over and grabbed Khrisy's cock. The drake squeaked and bucked into the wolf's mitt reflexively before his hidden lust seemed to taper off and he made to shy away again. But Ryan had no intention of letting Khrisy get away so easily, and he started to jerk the twink off. In short order Khrisy gave in completely and soon found himself crooning and huffing.

"God, oh my god," Khrisy huffed. He covered his muzzle and peered almost forlornly out the passenger window. "Ooh... Your paw's so hot."

The wolf was a little bit miffed that Khrisy didn't acknowledge how coordinated he was to steer and pump at the same time. Just as well, he thought, rubbing the cutely peeking glans with a rough thumb. If Ryan knew how to jerk anything, it was an uncut cock. "Tell me you love it, baby."

"I love it," Khrisy emphatically cooed. He bucked into Ryan's meaty old paw and slicked its greasy fur with pre.

"Tell daddy," Ryan growled as his pumps became all the more severe, "that you want his dick up to the balls in that tight ass of yours."

The dragon would have replied immediately if not for biting his lip. He could feel his climax just around the corner and he bucked hotly into Ryan's paw. "Fuck, daddy," he gasped, "I want your cock balls-deep in me, I want you to... Ooh, god, I want it so fucking hard," he shrieked.

But Ryan let off before that sweet, sweet moment of gratification came. Khrisy grappled for the edge of the seat with one hand and the dash with the other. Hardwired obedience and a need to cum at Ryan's touch saw him grab everything but his aching cock. "Don't quit, I'm close as fuck!" he cried.

Ryan licked Khrisy's pre out of his fur and skewered the dragon with an aside glance. "Put that little dick away, kid. You're gonna squirt when daddy's plowing the shit out of you, not before. Quit begging and it'll be tonight. Got it?"

The sudden overbearing dominance was startling to Khrisy but the arousal he felt at being demeaned like so was unparalleled. Ross could only hope to give Khrisy such an aching hard-on. "Okay," the dragon said, nearly out of breath as he tucked his cock away and awkwardly zipped up over his erection. Just rubbing his penis against his soft g-string almost made him jizz and the shudder that came over his body saw him curl up in the corner. "Goddamn..."

--6

Khrisy suffered his blue balls in silence for hours and hours. With the ultimatum laid out like so, he was the model of obedience. Ryan similarly said nothing to the dragon. He drove through the autumnal rain and through a few small towns as the hours ticked by and the sun agonizingly crawled across the sky.

A hope spot came when Ryan yawned and scratched his chin. Ten minutes later, a highway sign promised lodging and food a few miles up the road.

Ryan glanced at the dragon. Khrisy timidly peered back. The trucker's yellow teeth appeared in his coy grin. "Let's stop somewhere, sugar. Daddy's hungry like you wouldn't believe."

The drake shivered as his erection bulged up again. Soon, he thought.

With grace coming only from years of experience, Ryan pulled into the expansive lot of a motel and killed the engine. While it still ticked and cooled, he pocketed his keys and swung open his door. "Come on, kiddo. We're staying the night here." Khrisy thought to reach for his bag, but he reasoned he wouldn't be spending much more time in his clothes anyway. He got out, locked the door and followed Ryan closely.

In the drizzling, cold and dark night, Khrisy and Ryan passed under fluorescent lights with the dragon keeping close to the wolf, at one point holding onto his forearm as they passed between other semi trailers. The two-story building of the motel appeared in the gloom like a beacon of relief for Khrisy. HOURLY RATES, proclaimed the hideous neon sign.

"This place looks so sleazy," Khrisy remarked as they neared the front door.

"Man, I hope I don't get fleas again," Ryan said, not necessarily to Khrisy.

Behind the desk with his feet propped up was a very tired-looking tomcat with a portable video game system in his paws. He shut it with some obvious reluctance when Ryan and Khrisy neared. Ryan, he thought, was the typical customer. He thus eyed Khrisy dubiously and came to a hasty, correct conclusion.

"Welcome to Brant County Bed & Breakfast," the cat said in a dull tone just short of a yawn.

"I wanna get a room," Ryan said unnecessarily. "Gimme until... Eight in the morning."

"Mmkay," the cat said as he wrote in his ledger. "It's slow here. I'll remember you on sight." He quirked a nearly evil smile. "Most guys who show up with boys don't want to give their names."

"Why, I'm not shy," Ryan smiled and hugged Khrisy around the middle. "I'm Ryan, and this is my nephew Khrisy. I'm taking him down to Vegas to get him laid!"

Khrisy blanched and pulled his hood over his face.

"Yep, we think he's got the queers," Ryan said lowly. "But I'll make a man out of him yet..."

"I'm sure you will," the cat chuckled, dismissing his earlier assumption. "So then, eight AM for Ryan and Khrisy," he murmured as he wrote in his ledger, understandably misspelling the drake's name. "That'll be ninety-five dollars," he said as he reached for the pegboard with the keys on it. When he passed Ryan a key with an ugly plastic keychain attached to it, the wolf handed him back a hundred dollars in bills assorted.

"Little tip," Ryan winked. "Stay vigilant."

--7

Khrisy flopped onto the bed, still covered up with his hoodie. "Holy shit, you embarrassed me."

"I know!" Ryan beamed. He had already taken off his hat and hung it on the doorknob. He was working on his filthy shirt when he remarked, "Would you rather I told him I was gonna take you upstairs and cornhole you for a few hours?"

"You could have told him nothing at all," Khrisy mumbled.

"Right, right," Ryan said, putting his paws on his hips. "I'm sure he woulda looked at a greasy old man and a purple dragon in a pink hoodie and thought it was totally straight."

"Okay, okay!" Khrisy huffed. He finally sat up and suddenly, cutely blushed at the sight of Ryan shirtless. He was aware of the wolf's thick gut but to see him now in a fleabag motel nailed down the notion that he was about to be severely violated. In an instant his own attitude his changed and the indignity of Ryan's fib compounded his own lust. "You look good, daddy," he said with a crocodile smile.

Ryan sneered and padded closer to the dragon. Khrisy's seat at the foot of the bed put him at the perfect height to kick things off and that was what the drake did with no coaching. Nimble, fuzzy fingers reached for Ryan's bulging crotch and hastily jerked down the zipper, attending to the button a second later.

Hidden under steel-gray boxers was the cock Khrisy so desperately craved but to attack it directly was too crude. The covering of such pre-, spunk- and piss-stained underpants was an item to savor on the way to the main course. Khrisy engulfed the throbbing lump of Ryan's cock-tent in his maw and he suckled the cocktail of sweat and dick filth out of the fabric with the most whorish groan imaginable. His tail lashed and thumped on the bed and his own cock throbbed almost painfully in its prison. The dragon knew, of course, that his pleasure had to wait and that it was dependent on how good daddy felt.

Trembling hands stroked Ryan's thick gut and fingers once dipped into the navel. Though Khrisy prided himself on his twinkish figure, he worshiped confident bears like Ryan. To so proudly carry a thick gut and fat ass was a sense of confidence a twink could only hope to know. Khrisy sucked violently on the wolf's cockflesh but it seemed he was savoring the boxers more than the penis under them. For Ryan, whom crooned and threaded fingers through Khrisy's hair, that was just fine.

"Gobble up daddy's prick," Ryan hissed through his grit, grinning teeth. The matted brush of his tail lashed and wagged to fan around his potent musk and he ground his pelvis into the dragon's face with crude insistence. "Suck. Suck that shit like you mean it," he huffed. "You know what you're doing, sugar."

Even as much as Khrisy savored the wolf's swollen dick, the rest of his body was dynamite too. Khrisy's hands didn't linger on the wolf's gut. He moved them to attend to his chubby ass cheeks and formidable thighs, too. Up in the crook of Ryan's legs, he fondled the wolf's heavy, dangling balls as they pooled in the generous groin of the boxers, the article by then stained hopelessly with Khrisy's slobber.

Ryan's paws slid over Khrisy's smooth horns and grasped them as if they were handlebars. A domineering growl befitting a cigar-chomping papi shook the drake's chest and the wolf commanded, "Get those boxers down."

The dragon obliged, but Ryan's cock was bared to the air of the motel room for no more than a second before it was enclosed in the gulping warmth of Khrisy's maw. Through the boxers he had given a fine cocksucking but with nothing in his way, the wolf was helpless. Khrisy's suckles were wet and wild, the noises sharp as they cut through the musty air. Compelled by lust and sexual greed, Khrisy squeezed Ryan's plush ass cheeks and twisted his snout as he suckled and bobbed. He attacked from every angle that he could and he lavished the fat tip with smooches and slurps to draw out the deepest moans from his daddy.

Ryan was loathe to admit it, but Khrisy was too good with his tight mouth. He didn't realize what a monster he'd created and as much as he liked that voracious cock-hunger, he had certain plans for his erection. He said nothing as he manhandled Khrisy back by the horns but the twink drake whimpered in obviously genuine need as that cock evacuated his maw. Ryan nearly gave it back to him in a moment of hesitation, but he finally shoved the boy back onto the bed.

"Those pants are coming the fuck off," Ryan shuddered as he grappled with Khrisy's fly. Khrisy, panting and blushing, intervened and opened up his fly far more quickly than Ryan's chunky fingers could. With help from Ryan, Khrisy wriggled out of his jeans and he yanked his g-string down of his own accord. It was then that the drake wasn't sure how to lay, be it on his side, back or belly. Ryan grabbed his hips and firmly flipped him onto his belly. That was fine and well for Khrisy whom perked his tight ass out and flagged his spade-tipped tail high.

"Eat me! Eat me out, daddy," he crooned to which the wolf quickly obliged. Khrisy felt that rough, salty muzzle cram itself between his ass cheeks and he shuddered. Such coarse fur and stiff whiskers tickled him immensely but those sensations were nothing in light of the massive, slobbering tongue. At the first indiscriminate lap Khrisy curled his toes and grit his teeth. At the next few he whimpered and started to ball up his fists with the blankets in them. "Oh, holy shit," he grunted, perking his ass out all the more enticingly.

Turned loose on a tight asshole, Ryan was a beast. Lewd, almost draconian snuffles disturbed the twink's light fur and made his skin tingle while enormous and slobbery laps left his puckered asshole clenching wildly. Those clenches only worked in his favor when Ryan determinately pressed his slick, thick tongue against that pucker to wrench it open and penetrate it in the most lewd manner possible. While many inches of raw, pink wolf tongue speared into him and scraped on his walls, Khrisy crooned and squealed with his best whore-moans yet.

Thick and work-weathered paws molested Khrisy's hips and thighs in gestures of lusty possessiveness. Any ownership Ross had of the twink had been shoved aside as a formality the moment Khrisy climbed into Ryan's truck, but the lewd and relentless ass-sucking rimjob Ryan forced on the twink marked the true shift in power. Every time Ross fucked Khrisy henceforth, the drake would be secretly comparing him to Ryan.

Deep slobbering laps wriggled Ryan's pink tongue against Khrisy's writhing anal walls. The twink's prostate was massaged in the slop of the rimming, something Ryan never consciously intended to do with his boys but an inevitability with such a big, fearless tongue. On either side of Ryan, Khrisy's toes curled and down below, hanging under fuzzy balls caked with runoff slobber, the dragon's uncut penis throbbed and spat its bounty of pre onto the bed.

"Ooh, Christ," Khrisy yowled into the dusty sheets. "Oh fuck, ooh fuck, fuck," the twink whined and crooned. His tail was lashing hard and cutting the air but that sound couldn't overpower the incessant slobbery suckle of Ryan's hungry rimming. It wasn't until Ryan pulled back from the subtly agape and thoroughly slicked asshole that Khrisy was able to really catch his breath.

It was no respite when the wolf eased off. The wolf shucked his pants and boxers down and off around his muddy, black workboots. Leaving them on was a matter of convenience and not sex appeal though Khrisy would have dearly approved of the fashion choice had he been able to look. Ryan shoved Khrisy over, the drake emitting a whimper but not in fear or abuse. It was pure, simple need which the wolf had every intention of satisfying.

Up on the bed, Ryan yanked Khrisy's hoodie off to bare the twink's slim male form. The wolf grappled with the soft lines of the dragon's body while he ground his uncut cock against soft-furred ass cheeks. This was mere teasing and poking; to actually accomplish something the trucker grabbed his penis in a rough, impatient paw, yanked his boytoy close by the hips and butted his blunt tip to the tail hole he had so thoroughly readied.

"Ugh, come on," Khrisy moaned as he reached back with a nearly frantic hand. He grabbed at Ryan's flank, feeling over the segmented rolls of the chubby flesh under coarse fur. "Fuck me," he gasped.

The wolf dragged his tongue across his lips and his craggy nose for a moment of contemplation. "Bossy little shit, aren't you?" he snickered as he awkwardly threw a leg over the dragon. With both knees planted on the tired mattress, Ryan made the bed sag but with Khrisy between his legs, he didn't care what the twink thought.

Finally the foreplay and the highway teasing came to a head as Ryan slipped his fat, black meat back down into the drake's ass crack. Khrisy tensed when the blunt tip kissed against his pucker and he hissed and crooned when Ryan began to press in. Around the old trucker's fat tool, Khrisy's asshole uneasily parted. Khrisy buried his snout in the sheets to shudder and groan at the mixture of pain and pleasure. Those two sensations, mixed like so, gave him so much more fulfillment than a simple fuck ever could.

A deep, throaty rumble resonated in Ryan's body. It was the animalistic snarl of a proud wolf and it made the hairs on the back of Khrisy's neck quiver in their erectness. Inch after inch of turgid trucker meat sank into Khrisy's asshole with the kind of lazy pace that belied what a mighty fuck Ryan could deliver. The pretense of Ryan being a slow fuck remained when the wolf's thick hips pressed flush to the dragon's pert ass and those big, furry balls completely smothered the smaller sack the dragon had between his legs. For the better part of a minute the wolf lingered on top of the dragon, lapping over his cutely pert ears and snuffling his hair. All the while Khrisy crooned and found himself slowly adjusting to the great girth of Ryan's shaft.

Like a landslide breaking loose, Ryan began to draw back his thick hips. The pain was renewed for the drake whom bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut. Though so much wolf slobber kept the penetration from being anything but dry, the raw stretch was painful even to a well-trained cocksleeve like Khrisy. But the dragon would gladly attest that a good fuck was never without pain and the way he eagerly wriggled his ass back when Ryan began his next descent nailed down what a bitch he really was.

"Who's your fucking daddy," groaned Ryan in a rhetorical query the drake didn't bother to answer. Ryan eased down from his paws to rest on his forearms, his fists tellingly clenched. The push-up posture of resting on his palms gave the dragon too much space, but to rest on his forearms and smother the twink under his musky bulk was ideal for establishing whom the drake belonged to. For Khrisy to be hemmed in between a scuzzy bed and a scuzzier papa wolf bolstered his arousal and saw his comparatively little dick throbbing helplessly as it frotted into the bed enough to tease but never enough to make him cum.

Young Khrisy loved every sensation and smell as Ryan assfucked him with his pace ramping up by the minute. What began as a ponderous lay was quickly becoming a brisk fuck the drake wouldn't have expected from a chubby guy like Ryan. He felt the wolf's fat body jiggling against his hard back and the coarse, sometimes crusty fur tickled his soft flesh but it all reinforced the notion of being daddy's boy.

Precluding each hilt in the drake's ass were Ryan's low-hanging balls which touched down against Khrisy's a moment before the cock was buried inside. Every last bump and grind of Ryan's hips made use of only perhaps half of the wolf's cock and yet that was still a potent amount of dick to be fucked with. Khrisy could feel the supple, slick skin dragging against and stretching out his walls and the pleasure was certainly soon to hit a breaking point for one of them.

"Fuck, ah yeah," Ryan absently muttered into Khrisy's scalp. Again and again he blasted his hot breath into the twink's hair and left his pert ears twitching and splaying out of reflex. Ryan was just so crude and unwashed, two traits which the young twink admired greatly. Punishing thrusts of Ryan's thick, black lady killer kept Khrisy's walls in a perpetual stretch which they wouldn't soon recover from and from the blunt tip came a steady trickle of pre to replenish the lubrication as the saliva wore thin. "I," Ryan huffed, "am gonna bust such a fucking nut in your ass, you're gonna taste it, kiddo."

"I know you will," Khrisy desperately brayed. Ryan could do anything he wanted. He could keep any wild, dirty promise he made. In the heat of the fuck, surrounded by potent old wolf musk and filled with cock to match, Khrisy was entranced as Ryan's good little boytoy. Whatever daddy wanted, daddy would get.

Ryan forced his heavy body up to a push-up position again and Khrisy was startled at how well he could breathe. To suddenly realize how much the fat wolf was smothering him made him miss the cloying warmth.

Although the wolf's orgasm was close, as his wild panting and shuddering moaning confirmed, he was far from through abusing his boy. One paw was enough to prop himself up. With the other he grappled for Khrisy's hair and yanked upon it to dredge the boy up from the sheets and wrench a cry from his mouth. The knowledge that other guests could hear them was irrelevant. "Daddy's gonna blow a load, boy, sing for me!"

Khrisy wailed in pain. Having his hair yanked was bad enough but it was tantamount to a donkey punch; his poor ass wrenched down on Ryan's cock and a few more bucks into that extra-tight asshole was all the trucker needed. A prideful howl resonated throughout the cramped room and its cracked plaster, enveloping Khrisy in its majesty as a thick load unlike anything the drake had ever felt slopped deep into his ass. Khrisy had gulped down Ryan's spunk but to have it injected raw into his ass was another kind of intimacy, a fulfillment which oral sex couldn't provide. With that orgasm, Khrisy was undoubtedly Ryan's boy.

The climax took long to die and the wolf held Khrisy taut like a bowstring with a firm grip on his hair. Tears welled up in Khrisy's eyes at the pain but the pleasure was so incredible that the dragon hardly realized that he was weeping.

Ryan still wasn't done. The load in the twink's ass was one thing but a proper marking of musky piss would seal the deal and tell the drake the kind of kinky old fuck he was dealing with. The wolf unhanded his boy's hair, hugged him around the middle and flopped to the side. One meaty paw clamped down around the drake's length and there it began to jerk and grope far more harshly than Khrisy would ever abuse himself. It was a raw, painful handjob but it left Khrisy yowling and gasping. The boy was nearly convulsing when he shot his wad and the raw need for release helped him ignore the embarrassment of squirting so fast at Ryan's touch.

Another kind of embarrassment altogether welled up inside of Khrisy when he felt another distinct pressure up his ass. A hot wetness the likes of which he hadn't known yet flooded his demure asshole and it took the blushing, squirming dragon precious seconds to realize that Ryan was making a urinal out of his taut ass. The seal of his snug asshole kept admirably, but soon the pressure was too great. Freshly-unloaded wolf piss ran down Khrisy's taint, moistened Ryan's swamp balls and made a horrible mess for the housekeeping maid.

"Ooh... Oh my god," Khrisy blurted, "up my ass, really?"

"Yeah, up your ass, really," Ryan warmly growled as he nuzzled and kissed Khrisy's ears. In afterglow and feeling the relief of having pissed, his demeanor had softened. Khrisy awkwardly settled against the warm bulk of Ryan's body and closed his eyes.

"Fuck, and it's only been a couple of days," said the dragon.

"Tell me about it," Ryan murmured. "Now I gotta find some way to top this... But I always do, kiddo. Don't you worry," he said with a dark chuckle.