Swift Revenge
Another commission for StrangledDragons on FA.
Swift Revenge
Ivan tilted his head back and stretched his neck out, releasing some of the tension from a long day's driving. He was ready to dock, unload, and drive down to the local rest stop. He rubbed his eyes as the last truck ahead of him finally started to pull away. Shifting into gear, he was just about to ease off the clutch when the red trailer beside him pulled ahead and swung round to dock.
"The fuck!" Ivan cried out.
About an hour later, Ivan finally reached the rest stop. His eyes were fixed in an angry scowl as he slowly drove around the parking area, looking for the red trailer that cut him off. Finding it, he made sure to park at an angle - shielding the space between the two trailers from anyone else in the rest area. Reaching for the glove box, he took out his pistol and climbed down from the cabin.
Ivan walked up beside the other driver's cabin and knocked on the door, waiting for the driver to roll down the window or open it to look outside. He smirked as he heard muffled angry shouts from inside the cabin - assuming he had disturbed the dragon from some "private time" - before the door swung open. Before the dragon driver could shout in the lizard's face, he had reached up and pulled him down - slamming him onto the hard ground. Ivan then kneed the dragon in the back to keep him in place.
"Listen up, fucker. You don't feel like waiting your turn at the dock, you don't get to be a trucker."
"AH! What the fuck?! Get off me you-"
As the dragon began grunting and complaining, Ivan pushed the pistol's barrel into the side of the dragon's head.
"Shut it. And stop squirmin'. You shout, or you fight, you die. Got that?"
The dragon froze with fear at the feel of the cold metal against his face. Just as he was opening his mouth to beg his assailant to calm down, Ivan slammed the pistol's handle into his face and moved around to kneel in front of the prone driver. He then undid his own fly and routed out his dick.
"Fuckers like you, cutting in line, don't even deserve my cock. But yer still gonna show him a good time, or else your brains are gonna be all over the side of your big-rig. Got that, ass-wipe? "
"p-please, I-"
*click*
The sound of Ivan cocking the pistol was all the warning the dragon needed to shut up.
Using his free hand, Ivan grabbed the dragon's head and pulled it towards his crotch, bringing the dragon into a kneeling position. He rubbed his throbbing cock against the frightened trucker's cheek, before driving it balls-deep into the tight throat of the dragon in one vicious thrust. He pushed the pistol harder against the dragon's skull in response to the pained gagging and attempts to pull back.
"You take that cock, boy, or else you feel a bullet in your brain. And don't you dare bite. I feel a tooth, I'm gonna knock'em all outta yer skull before finishing you off. Now stop struggling and start licking"
Enjoying the tight grip of the gagging and struggling dragon around his cock, Ivan eased back and pushed in again, the dragon's throat pulsing and gripping his shaft - saliva lubricating the brutal rape he was receiving. Ivan gripped the back of the dragon's head tighter, pushing the dragon deeper into his crotch. He enjoyed the way the dragon's tail curled in pain and the gagging sounds that came with each deep push. He aimed the pistol at the dragon's fear-widened eyes.
"All you're good for, is a lil' face-fuckin'" the lizard growled as he thrust into the dragon repeatedly and painfully, moving his hand down to the back of the dragon's neck. Coming close to orgasm, he leaned back and moved the pistol's barrel to the dragon's forehead, enjoying the pained attempts at screams from his victim. The dragon thrashed and struggled futilely, trying to pull back against the lizard's strong grip on his neck. Just before he went over the edge, Ivan adjusted the gun, aiming deep into the dragon's skull.
"Hope yer ready to meet yer maker, fag. Tell'em Ivan sent ya for being too weak to fight yer way off his cock"
As the dragon's eyes widened and he tried desperately to plead through the cock in his mouth, the lizard pulled the trigger releasing a loud "bang!" - causing the dragon's body to thrash. A pool of blood and bone fragments scattering onto the concrete ground as a fine mist of blood filled the air.
The dragon's throat began clenching in time with the spasming body - the muscles reacting to the destruction of the dragon's brain before going slack. That fatal tremor was enough to push Ivan over the edge. He humped a few more times, revelling in the death of another victim (and competitor) as well as the satisfying warm throat of an unwilling partner. Opening his eyes after he recovered, he looked down at the surprising mess below him. He'd never fired the pistol into someone's head before. The bloody pool leaking out of the dragon's cracked skull was far darker and larger than he expected, already running down the back and bleeding through the dragon's shirt. A few scales and bone pieces were scattered behind him on the hard concrete floor of the parking area. He carefully bent back onto his heels before standing, pushing the twitching corpse off his cock and onto its back - the warm body bending and falling slowly into the pool of blood. Looking over his pants and shirt, he was surprised to see the lack of blood - the fine mist in the air and dusting the ground managing to miss his work uniform... mostly. The few small spatters were not that large, and no larger than the food and coffee stains already dotted on the dark blue fabric.
Standing up and tucking his cock back into his pants, he pulled the wallet out of the cooling body of the dragon before going back to his own truck to clean off his hands. He carefully walked around the now still body of the dragon - his eyes still open and glazed as his tail curled around his legs which lay at an unnatural angle. The pool of blood slowly grew as it seeped from the corpse and across the concrete parking lot. Once his pistol was tucked away and his hands were wiped clean, Ivan went into the diner for some coffee and a hot meal to go. Returning to his truck, he simply got in and drove away, enjoying his post-orgasm meal as he drove to the next-nearest halting site.