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“Seriously, Dane, what the FUCK are you even talking about?”

The human rolled his eyes at his arctic fox coworker. “Rik, I swear, are we even speaking the same language? I thought I explained it very clearly.”

“We aren’t. I don’t speak weird anti-logic. In the real world, winning are losing are opposites.”

“I know that, dipshit. But there’s a phenomenon where losing something can actually later be a win in something else. And that’s why I call it ‘winning by losing.’”

Rik shook his head, as if in pity for some sort of deficit he perceived in Dane. “Dude. It’s like saying you can become some kind of giant by shrinking super small. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Look. Maybe an example will help your tiny brain figure it out. About 50 years back, somewhere in the Northeast, there’s these twin brothers who come home and they see one donut on the table. The first twin is faster, gets the donut, and doesn’t share any with the second twin. A month later, the first twin gets some disease, hepatitis I think. The donuts were contaminated by a baker who had his grubby, hepatitis-y hands all over the icing. The second twin ended up winning in the long run, in the form of not getting hepatitis, by losing the battle for the donut. Winning by losing!”

“Isn’t there anything you can call that that doesn’t sound idiotic as shit?”

“First off, no, and second, if I knew another name for it I’d call it by that. But as far as I know, it doesn’t have another name, so there, fuckwad.”

“Okay, you two, just because you’re not at the front counter doesn’t mean that’s work-appropriate language.” A ram stepped over and plopped a bag and a couple bottles down next to Rik and Dane. “Mind your tongues, I know it’s a college town but we still have rules. Anyway, delivery, don’t care which of you takes it, but try not to take too long, I’d like to close up on time.”

“Good luck with that,” remarked Rik, looking at the delivery location. “Rockwell? That’s a 25-minute round trip, we close in 20.”

Dane scoffed. “Yeah, if you’re slow. I can do it in 18.”

“The heeeck you can.”

“I do it all the time.”

The fox scoffed, and then grinned. “Fine, then. Let’s lay a bet on it. You finish the delivery under 20 and I’ll give you a one-time freebie. Fail, and I get one for you.”

Oh, how could he pass this up? This was a thing between their group of friends that others might have found particularly weird, but it somehow actually made them a lot closer. A ‘one-time freebie’ meant he could make Rik do anything he wanted and the fox couldn’t refuse. Of course, he had to put a chance for one on the line, but that was standard - it wasn’t a bet if you didn’t risk anything. And Dane had no worries - he’d timed out this trip before, going at a brisk pace he could easily get it under 20 minutes. “You’re on! I’ll be looking forward to it!” He snatched the bag up off the counter and hurried out the door. The clock was already ticking in his head, he really had 21 minutes from the time he left, since Rik was a bit off, and he was certain that it would be fine if he didn’t encounter any impediments.

Of course, when one WANTED to go fast, impediments usually found their way into one’s path...Dane was quick but not reckless, he tried to avoid being stupid as much as possible, though it was impossible to avoid it all the time. A couple of red lights threatened to put pressure on him, but the roads were clear so he dashed across, avoiding loss there. Cars crossing streets when he needed to were the biggest and most dangerous obstacle, but at this time of night their headlights were usually a dead giveaway. And there wasn’t much in the way of pedestrians at this time of night, either...his confidence was bolstered as things appeared to be going very smoothly.

The one big hitch came at the door, when it took a good minute for the customer to arrive at the door. They looked pretty out of it - either alcohol or drugs seemed likely to be involved, though there was a chance they were in the second day of a sleepless cram session - he’d seen that with a few pre-med or pre-law students. He made like lightning once he’d gotten the signature, almost throwing the customer’s food at him and then racing back towards home base. That slight delay had made things dicey, but travels were unimpeded on his return trip, and he hurried back inside with two minutes to spare.

“Goal! Hah, looks like you’re gonna have to be paying up!” he announced triumphantly...but Rik wasn’t reacting how he thought, the arctic fox was snickering madly. “You seem awfully chipper for a loser.”

“Plenty chipper for a winner though.”

“Winner? It’s 12:58! I made it!”

“Heh...the goal was to COMPLETE the delivery. Ain’t complete when you mess it up…” Dane’s eyes widened as their exasperated boss pointed out the soda bottles still on the delivery table. The drinks that were supposed to be at the customer’s place right then and there…

“MOTHERFUCKER!”

Dane snatched up the bottles and tore out of the building again, his haste now spurred on by panic rather than confidence. As the door swung shut, Rik shot a cheeky grin at their boss. “Not gonna lecture him about language this time?”

“Do you want to be doing his closing duties for the ten minutes I’m supposed to lecture him for?”

“Touché.”

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Dane hated when there was a freebie hanging over his head. He never knew when the cashing it was going to take place, and that had him feeling like Damocles at times. But you never got to experience the joy of being the plotter if you didn’t put yourself on the line…that was the risk, and now as he was walking down the sidewalk a few days later, he found himself unable to shake the disturbance clouding his mind. It was a bright, sunny day, everyone else was enjoying themselves, he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Of course, he’d lost the moment he’d left without the sodas. Rik had probably been doing proverbial victory laps the whole time - talk about a freebie freebie. Dane was cursing himself constantly for that, how could he forget those? He didn’t usually mess up deliveries period, that almost was sticking with him as much as the lost bet. But it happened, and the customer seemed to have barely noticed, so at least he hadn’t had to deal with that sort of irateness. Or get lectured for his language by his annoyed boss, who seemed to just want to get home.

But trying to figure out what Rik had in mind for him, that was rough. The arctic fox had been on the receiving end a few times, so he had some revenge on his mind, and he could get creative...the last victim of one of Rik’s freebies had gotten some real flak after being forced to sell fake golf balls to golfers under the guise of charity, and then watch them try to tee off with them and refuse to give refunds after they fell apart. Several borderline blow-ups had him a nervous wreck at the end, even though he knew all the money was going to be repaid after the fact. Dane very much did not want to be part of something like that, other people were so unpredictable...much better to have to do a humiliating solo performance, at least then it was just embarrassment rather than danger.

But it was Rik’s call, and all he could do was wait and see what he had to deal with. The fox had to cash in within the week of the bet being settled, so it was on a time limit, but almost no one who participated in these shenanigans failed to deliver - usually the only time that happened was when the attempted execution was so complicated that they couldn’t get it together. Rik never had that problem - his antics were quick and simple, and ruthlessly effective. The last time Rik had had Dane at his mercy, all he’d asked was for Dane to go up to a girl and call her a fat bitch out of the blue. That had been hard enough, as said woman was neither, but then she had made a very public scene, wailing about anorexia and how hard she’d been working to get a better self-image and basically making Dane feel like the biggest piece of shit that ever was. It didn’t quite make him feel much better to learn that the girl was a confederate in the whole thing - it was just the three of them that knew that, not the dozens that had seen the incident.

You just know some foul idea is festering in that brain of his...if only I knew how to get in there and see what he was plotting. Actually knowing would make it less nerve-wracking.

He turned into a sandwich shop, hoping he could actually eat despite his turning stomach. It was his favorite place and he was there pretty much every Saturday, a reliable enough customer that some of his friends joked that they should be paying him for advertising. The line was moderately long, so he decided to make a quick pit stop in the bathroom before he ate. It wasn’t a super large bathroom, two urinals and one stall, and of course the stall and one urinal were occupied - the worst-case scenario. The anthro at the urinal was big, too - an alligator, big and burly, and dressed fairly light, allowing much of his muscular frame to be seen. Dane grit his teeth and tried not to be too obvious in his staring...god, beefy scalies got him going like nothing else did, his computer was packed with porn of dragons and crocodilians and dinosaurs and other hot reptiles. Heaven help him if he could ever work up the courage to actually ask, though...he didn’t want to seem creepy or fetishistic.

Then again, staring in a bathroom probably wouldn’t be any better.

He did his business and waited for the gator to start washing up before doing the same, trying to be casual and keep his gaze away now that the big guy was likely to notice more. A quick wash, and he was headed for the door...then suddenly he felt a big arm grab him, yank him back, and smack a cloth over his face. He barely knew what was happening before he was out like a light.

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Dane was exceptionally groggy when he came to; it turned out being knocked out by chloroform did not equate to restful sleep. He really could have gone the rest of his life not knowing that...but there were other pressing issues. Such as the fact that he was naked, and his wrists were bound rather uncomfortably behind his back. And his knees were tied down slightly spread apart. And his chest was laying on some kind of pad that kept him in a particular position. And the fact that he was in a dimly-lit room with one bare bulb overhead, which revealed one rather large figure by what seemed to be the only door.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw him - there was no way that wasn’t the same alligator that had been in the bathroom with him. Even in the dim light he could see that the gator was also naked, but definitely NOT restrained in any way...and the chiseled form he possessed was all too obvious, making Dane’s dick twitch in spite of himself. As Dane shifted to try to rise, he reacted, leaning forward a bit, looking like he’d been waiting for that. “Hey, boys! Our star is up and at ‘em!”

There were a ton of uncomfortable implications in those nine words - foremost that he had maybe not been as random a target as he might have initially thought, and then that the gator wasn’t alone, and that his ‘buddies’ were probably of a similar mold to him. The others kind of took a backseat for the moment, as he realized that the chances of him getting out of this easily were growing dimmer, and that was really starting to terrify him. Even if there was a sexy scaly stud to ogle, though he wasn’t sure that was a good idea…

He heard a muffled ‘Freaking finally…” as there were the sounds of motion behind the door a bit after the call was made. Soon enough it opened, and from behind it emerged a blue-scaled dragon, a triceratops, and a T-rex, all of whom had very similar builds to the gator and all of whom looked like they might have come directly out of his fantasies. If that was supposed to put him at ease, it didn’t quite work...but it was when he got a closer look at them as they approached that something really started to set in. The dragon had the most sinister look of the four, but he was as much an unknown as the gator was…

The two dinosaurs were NOT.

How could Dane not recognize them? The trike was Zeyn Wilder, junior captain of the anthro football team and considered one of the premier interior linebackers in the conference. The rex was Denver Carlsbad, one of the top stars on the anthro wrestling team. Both had a prominent sports following, and a prominent following of a very different sort - they were routine participants in an erotic blog, Salacious Scalies, which featured adult-oriented pin-ups, art, pictures, and videos of big muscled reptilian anthros. A site that Dane checked daily, he’d seen their bodies and faces almost as often as he’d seen his own in the mirror. Not only were they regulars in the pin-ups, they would routinely submit pictures and videos of themselves having a good time with ‘scalefags’ - their term for non-scalies that had an affinity for scalies, to put it tamely.

Suddenly he had a good idea where this was going. And that both thrilled and terrified him. It was hard for him to say he wouldn’t have chosen to bend over for any one of them...but all four, after an ambush? This seemed extreme, and he was starting to get worried that they had darker plans for him. Worries that weren’t exactly assuaged by the predatory expressions on their faces.

“Heh, look at him...quivering like a baby bunny, harder than fucking physics classes down below.” Denver’s voice was exactly as taunting as it usually was in videos, the rex was known for playing up the dominant aura with a lot of commentary.

“Those are only hard for you, Den,” cracked the dragon, whose voice was unexpectedly lighthearted. Maybe he was one of those dragons that just looked nasty naturally, because he sounded more eager and relaxed than Denver did, for sure.

“Bite me, Torr. We didn’t invite you for being a brainiac.”

“Heh, I do like the sight of a nice nervous scalefag tied up in front of me.” Dane couldn’t help but shiver, Zeyn’s voice was always so powerful, he didn’t speak nearly as much as Denver did in videos but when he did it had impact. “You got everything set up, Ruben?”

The gator snorted. “You know it. Like I was gonna botch my first time being on this side of the cameras.” Well, that sort of explained him - this must not have been his first time helping with filming. Clearly they knew the dragon, too, so Dane was at an extra disadvantage; they clearly could work together and got along well, so entreating one to get him out wasn’t likely to work.

“The bitch still looks confused,” remarked Denver with a toothy smirk. “Let’s clear it up for him...congrats to you, scalefag. You’re gonna be the subject of Salacious Scalies’ first ‘surprise gangbang’ video. We’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but you have any idea how hard it is to arrange a surprise gangbang?”

Dane could hazard a guess - it sounded like there were all sorts of issues with consent and such. Which seemed to be the issue with him, as well. “Y-you’re all gonna...but...I didn’t…”

“Course you didn’t, that’s why it’s called ‘surprise’ gangbang. Not like we went around with fucking sign-ups. Don’t try to tell me it doesn’t excite you, we know all about your lust for us.”

HOW? Dane didn’t put that out in public! Unless...did they know who visited their blog? If they tracked that somehow...still, this seemed like too much. “Please, I...I’m not ready for...not for something like this…”

“Heh, figured you might say that,” replied Zeyn, sounding unconcerned. He knelt down before Dane, looking even more imposing closer to him than he had standing up. “So I think I’ve got a few words that’ll change your tune nice and quick. Let’s see, what were they? Ah, right: Rik says have fun, bitch, and do everything they tell you to.”

Dane’s eyes shot open wide as saucers. That MOTHERFUCKER.

How Rik had found out about his inclinations, he didn’t know, but if anyone could find out it was him, the sly fox had a way of weaseling out everyone’s secrets. This was a hell of a way to cash in a freebie, but not against the rules - it wasn’t physically impossible, illegal, or grossly disfiguring, so he couldn’t object to it. And because they had an agreement that a freebie allowed one to make the decision for someone else, technically he’d given Rik the right to consent to the gangbang for him - meaning he couldn’t actually claim he was raped. And he couldn’t refuse - they had a pact, anyone that refused a freebie would be subject to everyone else having unlimited control over them for three months, enforced by dragon magic. They took this shit seriously.

There was no getting around it - he was getting gangbanged on camera by fucking studly scalies. And it was clear this was written on his face, as Zeyn’s grin widened. “Heh, I was gonna be pretty pissed if that didn’t have the effect I was promised. I think we’re good to go, boys.”

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna be begging for more before we’re done with you,” Ruben said with a quiet laugh. “If your throat isn’t too sore to speak, anyway. I get point, right?"

“You and me get to break him in,” Denver growled lecherously. “Let’s get ready, eh?” He tossed a bottle at Ruben, and it looked like his palm was already saturated with something bright and orange that Dane was certain he’d seen in a few of the videos he’d watched...which was soon being slathered all over that prodigious dino dong that Dane had also seen quite a few times. Fifteen solid inches of prime rex, as Denver was highly fond of boasting, getting coated with a generous helping of that fluid - Dane presumed it was some sort of lube, though he didn’t personally know of any kind that was colored like that. To his left in Dane’s gaze, Ruben was doing the same thing with his similarly enormous cock, maybe a touch shorter than Denver’s but not by enough to make much difference. His heart was pounding...gods, how many times had he jerked it to the sight of Denver and his staff? He’d never once expected to actually GET it in him...and it was hard for his fear and nervousness to maintain itself in the face of such a flat-out hot view.

“Try to moan nice and loud, bitch, the acoustics in this place suck,” Ruben remarked as he stepped in front of Dane, that giant filling the human’s vision.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get some nice loud ones out of him,” Denver assured him as he stepped around to the rear. Dane could swear he could feel that presence behind him, bearing down in his helpless self...there was nothing he could do, his legs were locked in position, as were his arms...all he could do was brace himself for the inevitable. The closer they got to penetration, the more nervous he was, he had played with some toys before but nothing as big as this, and the last time he’d had sex was about eight months ago, a fling with a shy iguana who was nowhere near the size Denver was. This seemed like it was liable to really hurt, was he going to be able to endure it?

Ruben wasn’t waiting for him to relax. “Open, bitch.” Dane decided not to test his patience, and opened his mouth as wide as he could, thankful the gator’s cock was pointed and somewhat tapered at least. Almost as soon as he did, that thick cock pushed in, making him groan as he felt his jaw stretch, a strong citrus flavor washing over his tongue before he felt a weird heat start to appear. And then Denver did the same at the other end, forcing his ass open wide, not slamming in but pushing with definite force and not relenting as he shoved in deeper. He felt that stretch, a brief bolt of pain, but then it was overwhelmed by a fierce heat that spread throughout his ass...it wasn’t burning, in fact it was kind of relaxing, and it seemed to dull a lot of the stretch and strain that he was feeling, making it more manageable.

But the two reptiles were really pushing that managing - both of them were pushing in deeper, spearing Dane farther in than he ever had been. Ruben had shoved past his mouth into his throat, Dane didn’t know how his jaw wasn’t dislocating from the girth or how he wasn’t choking, but it was incredibly painless for what was happening...that heat was everywhere, and he would swear it was swallowing up every bit of pain that he was supposed to be feeling. His ass was only marginally more accommodating but wasn’t struggling at all with Denver thanks to that heat...it had to be the lube, whatever it was it was pretty damn effective at relieving the pain and strain. And for that he was infinitely thankful…

Denver finally hilted in his rear, getting a moan out of Dane as he felt the scaly body hit his rear. It felt HUGE inside him, but blessedly tolerable...at the very least, Denver wasn’t going to be going beyond that limit. Ruben was thankfully not hilting in him, though he was getting close...he was going deep enough that Dane’s breath was being cut off, though as he was thrusting slowly, he was pulling out enough that Dane could at least get a bit of musky air into his lungs. It was so much, borderline overwhelming, but he was hanging in there.

And one thing was especially hanging - his cock was positively THROBBING, drooling precum onto the platform below him. He was amazingly aroused, heart pounding and whole body shivering with pleasure…now that it was actually happening, a real fantasy come alive in the strangest way, he was losing himself to it completely. Especially without any pesky unpleasantness getting in the way, which he never would have expected possible. The part where he was tied up and completely under their power wasn’t something he’d ever envisioned, but it was only adding to the thrill at this point.

Denver was starting to plow him, and if there was one thing you could guarantee about Denver it was that he never went easy on anyone, at least when he could help it. The rex was rocking in and out at a savage clip, letting Dane’s body relax before stretching around him again. The heat was fading, but he was still not feeling any ache, rather now he was starting to feel sharper pleasure, especially when that thick shaft mauled his prostate, getting Dane squirting more precum and closer to the brink of orgasm. He was moaning a lot now, would have been crying out if not for Ruben’s tool plugging him up, but he was still making a good bit of noise, unconsciously doing exactly what the gator had asked of him.

Speaking of, Ruben was keeping up his slow and steady pace, hard enough for Dane to really feel it but not so fast that he couldn’t catch his breath. The taste of citrus had faded away, leaving only a constant flavor of male reptile musk to grace his tongue. Dane had tasted male reptile before and found it very much his thing, and the thicker and heavier musk of the powerful muscular type was doubly so. He was slurping over it, swallowing as much as he could, though plenty of saliva and preseed was drooling out his lips, especially when Ruben pulled out. The dizzying haze of musk was making in tough to keep his focus, but he made it quite clear that he didn’t want Ruben to stop, trying to latch on whenever the gator moved to pull out, getting a deep laugh out of him. “The scalefag’s in heaven. Can’t get enough of my cock.”

“They always come around in the end,” growled Denver salaciously, imposing himself further on Dane by running his claws along the human’s stomach, leaving long red lines and making Dane shiver madly. It was so vaguely threatening and he couldn’t believe how much of a turn-on it was...he knew Denver wasn’t going to hurt him, he was a rough rider but there had never been anything put up that resulted in one of his playthings being harmed, but the idea that he could was an ever-present potential in his mind, just as he was sure the rex wanted it. And Dane was coming around to wanting it himself, if he was being honest…

That he had lasted as long as he did was pretty stunning, but inevitably he reached, and then rapidly passed his limit. Loud, muffled moans came out from him as he shot his wad, audible splats erupting from the surface below him, making all four of the reptiles laugh a bit - not disapprovingly, as far as Dane could tell, they seemed to like having that effect on their toys. It was having another effect, though - his body was tensing down on the two invading cocks, and he was squirming a lot more, providing them a lot more stimulation than he had been before. And considering they’d already been going at him for a while, that added little bit of activity was clearly impactful...

Ruben caught Dane entirely off-guard when he suddenly grabbed the human’s head and finally buried his whole cock inside him, making his eyes water as his breath was cut off. That thick, throbbing length wavered for a moment before he felt a prodigious gush of gator seed force its way into his gut, it felt like Dane’s entire orgasmic output packaged in one momentous shot. And then came the next, and the next...and then his eyes widened as he felt Denver’s claws dig in again and those scaly hips pound hard against his rear once more, and the same flooding sensation started to take place deep in his rear, thick jets of reptilian seed splattering all over his innards. Once again he was helpless to do anything but squirm as they filled him from both ends, grinding against both passages to spread more of their essence into him.

Just as Dane was starting to see some spots, Ruben pulled back and gave him a chance to catch a little breath...though, much of that came as he was frantically trying to swallow what the gator was unloading into his mouth now. The gator’s spunk was raw, salty, tinged with the same musky flavor his cock had, and was slightly sticky and made him fight a bit to get it all down, which he knew he was supposed to do without being told...or at least assumed from what seemed to be popular on the videos and such. Somehow he managed to do hang in there long enough enough to outlast Ruben’s orgasm, though he was heaving pretty hard as that cock finally left his mouth, needing to make up a definite oxygen deficit.

Denver pulled out as well, leaving Dane feeling rather empty. “Fuck, yeah...nice, tight scalefag ass, one of the better ones I’ve had. Bet he’s gonna be one of those that tightens back up pretty quickly, too.”

“My favorite,” sniggered Zeyn. “When they get all stretched out and hardly cling to you anymore, it’s no fun. You think I need any of the good stuff?”

“Fuck no, he’s all ready for you. Took to it quicker than anyone I’ve seen, bet he’s one of those types.”

“For sure,” Torr remarked, the dragon’s voice cutting in for the first time in a while. “And you can bet he’s gonna be glad for it, natural-born dickhound like him’s never gonna be satisfied not getting all he wants. Shove off, Rube, it’s my turn.”

“Chill, man,” grunted Ruben, though he moved out of the way to allow the dragon to replace him. Dane swallowed, mouth still thick with the taste of gator, his breathing having slowed a bit at least...which was a good thing, because Torr looked to be just as big if not a hair bigger, and his head flared out more, unlike Ruben’s mostly regular tapering, with a slight ridge that meant he’d feel it when the dragon pulled back. The shaft of his cock also was dotted with what looked like tiny little flesh spikes, not like the sharp barbs he’d seen on pictures of cats but more like bumps or warts that happened to have a bit of point to them. It was a very distinct departure from the smooth surfaced he’d gotten last time...how that was going to feel, he had no way of predicting, but very soon he’d find out.

He couldn’t look back, but he heard Zeyn taking position behind him - he presumed it was Zeyn, it seemed unlikely that Denver or Ruben would get a second go before he did. Dane winced a bit as he felt that thick tool press against his rear...this was going to be distinctly different as well, and this one he was more familiar with. In terms of length, Zeyn was a match for Denver - the rex would tell anyone that he had the smallest of fractions more on the trike, but as far as practical purposes went they were equivalent. That was decidedly NOT true in shape or girth...Zeyn had a much flatter head, and a fairly uniform thickness most of the way down that beat out Denver by a decent margin, as well as the other two he’d gotten to know down here. That thickness was going to be much harder on him than Denver’s, and the entry was going to be a lot harsher on his ass. He hoped he could handle it…

He didn’t really get the chance to prepare - Torr suddenly grabbed his head and shoved in, spreading Dane’s jaw once again. His eyes widened as he realized that he was getting nothing but the raw flavor of dragon - none of that citrusy lube that had been used before, that had made it so much easier to handle. Was that what they’d been talking about before? He certainly didn’t FEEL ready to go raw! But it wasn’t a choice that was being given to him, the only option he was given was to taste the dragonflesh that was working its way into his mouth right now. It had a similar quality to Ruben’s in that dry, musky flavor that reptiles seemed to bear a lot, though it had a bit more of a sweetness to it than the gator’s cock. Not difficult for him to get used to, but the stretch in his jaw was threatening to undermine that…

And then Zeyn struck, and Dane let out a powerfully strained moan as he felt the trike enter him bone-dry. Nothing except Denver’s cum lubing him up, and again none of that soothing lube to offset the stretch. The strain of that stretch needed to get the trike’s cock in him was immense, he could swear he could feel it through his body, like it was threatening to tear him apart...except, to his shock, it wasn’t hurting. Even without the help he was given before, he wasn’t feeling any pain from it...the stretch wasn’t what he would call comfortable, but at least it wasn’t agonizing. And the same was proving true for his throat, as Torr was far less shy about delving deep quickly - he was forced to take the stretching in his jaw and throat more quickly as well as that oddly bumpy surface that felt like it was poking a hundred little pencils against his tubes, but it felt...remarkably fine.

And the further they went, the more fine it felt. Dane’s rear was feeling less strain from that immense stretch, getting more used to it as Zeyn began to pound away at him, the trike always slower but more powerful and leaving a damn lasting impression on his body. His throat was handling the dragon’s cock without too much trouble, either, which was good because Torr was much more active than Ruben had been, hilting him and pulling out quite a ways, his throat feeling like it was being scraped dry by the tough ridge at the base of the dragon’s cockhead. Despite the girth being about the same as Ruben’s, Dane was finding a little more space to breathe, he wasn’t sure how but he wasn’t about to complain.

And if there was ever a doubt that he’d be into it, it sure as heck wasn’t showing up on the camera. Once again his cock was swinging between his legs, hard as could be, looking like it could go off again at any moment. Once again he was moaning as loud as he could, which was a little louder thanks to the additional air he was able to draw in. And he was squirming a lot more than before, adding his own little contribution to the fun, whether by intention or reflex - there was some of each in there. The question of whether he’d be able to handle it had already been answered, and without that hanging over him, there wasn’t really much that was preventing him from getting into it pretty fully.

Which hardly went unnoticed by the others, and there was quite a bit of delight in that. “Knew this scalefag would come around sooner or later,” laughed Zeyn as he gripped Dane tighter and thrust in harder. “I think we’ve got a new star in the making, boys.”

“Ho yeah you do, this bitch sucks like he needs to be fed,” Torr growled. “Didn’t even hesitate to take me all in, just can’t get enough of our cocks. Doesn’t even beg for his own attention, either, he knows his place.”

“Not like he can beg with fat pricks jammed in his mouth, anyway,” cackled Denver.

“Why would he?” agreed Ruben with clear amusement. “Slut’s got everything he could ever hope for when he’s stuffed on both ends.”

Dane was pretty sure he was already constantly flushed, but still felt a bit more heat in his face when he heard them talking about him that way. Not that he could deny it...he was clearly playing every bit the scalefag they claimed him to be, and not regretting it for a second. On some level he recognized that every word was being picked up on the recordings, whoever watched would hear every bit of it, but it was hard to think about that in any depth with the way his prostate was getting mauled and his tongue was lighting up with the taste of dragon cock and dragon pre. Most of what his mind was on was pleasing these big studs that were working him over ruthlessly and trying to last as long as he could before going off himself.

The latter task had an inevitable failure point, and it came faster than Dane would have liked. Once again, it caught him almost off-guard, a sudden surge of pleasure and that was it, he was shooting again, another several bolts of liquid white joining the puddle that was already below, making slightly less of a splat than before but sounding very much like adding to the extant pool and making very clear that he’d shot off multiple times. As the pleasure coursed through him, it made his vision blur somewhat, his focus waning as he got overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, the euphoria, and the relentless force of the two reptiles using him, unhindered by his pleasure. It was almost as if his orgasm didn’t matter, they were the real stars of the show and their cumming would be more important than his…

He didn’t know if it was just that quick or he lost track of time, but Dane was jarred back to awareness by a throbbing and gushing in his mouth and throat. Torr was cumming, hard, and he had to race to start swallowing before it went all over the place. There was so much of it, that salty-sweet tang that was definitely distinct from the others, also less sticky and possibly even more voluminous than Ruben...it was a bit easier to swallow quality-wise, but the quantity more than made up for it, and he was struggling to keep up. At least, that was the case until Torr suddenly pulled out and let the rest of it fire off directly into the human’s face, an experience Dane had never actually anticipated and was now having to adjust to on the fly.

Zeyn helped make that trickier by letting out a rather loud grunt and letting loose into his ass, pumping him even fuller than he already was with Denver’s load. Dane wasn’t sure if it was possible for his eyes to widen while he was keeping them slammed shut to keep dragon jizz from coating them, but if it was that’s what they were doing - such was the impact Zeyn’s load had on him. The trike liked to show off his impressive volume on-screen, but feeling it was quite different from seeing it...it felt like Dane might swell up from the amount that was being unloaded into him. All he could do was moan into it, though, allowing his mouth to hang open to capture some of the remainder of Torr’s offering.

Finally, he felt things taper off on both ends, allowing him to catch his breath. Dane was quivering, mildly sore, quite worn out, and goddamn if he wasn’t as satisfied as he’d ever been in his life. In no way ready for it, but he would have been lying if he said there was any part of it he didn’t enjoy. And so when he heard the prompt from Denver - “So, didja have have fun, slut?” - he immediately and unhesitantly nodded, unable to really speak but making clear what his feelings were.

“Just as a scalefag should.” That was a familiar line, Denver liked to say that a lot after a satisfied victim had just shown their appreciation on camera. “If you guys liked this, send us some suggestions for other ‘surprise gangbang’ targets. I’m sure you fucks know some scalefags who’d get off on that. Or throw your hat in the ring yourself. We’ll make good and sure you don’t know what’s coming until you get there.”

There was a moment before Ruben spoke up. “A’right, that’s recording over. I’ll have to play it back to make sure it all went right, but I don’t see any errors or nothing. Should be able to get editing, sound, and all that crap done in the next few days, and get it ready to post.”

“Perfect,” said Zeyn, giving Dane a light swat on the rear - though even a ‘light’ swat felt pretty sharp to the human. “And a pristine bitch to start things off with. Not regretting your buddy getting you roped into this now, are you?”

Dane shook his head. “N-no...thank you...uh...for this…”

“Pfft, that’s cute, bitch...you sound like you think you’re DONE.” Dane’s heart skipped a beat as he heard Denver’s voice in his ear, and the clawed hand on his back. “The recording may be over, but we’ve got all the rest of the day to have fun with you. And we’re gonna have LOTS of fun...you’re one of the most accommodating sluts we’ve managed to get our hands on, ain’t anyone who can take our dicks with just one round’a the good stuff. By the time we drop you off, you’re gonna be so well-fucked you’ll wonder how you ever went without.”

Dane gulped, which had the effect of dragging a bit more dragoncum into his throat. If there was one guy you could count on to back up his words, it was Denver Carlsbad. He was in for a hell of an afternoon, evening, or whatever he still had left...though, he somehow doubted that it was going to be anything short of amazing. He just hoped he could last through it...

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It was safe to say that Dane wasn’t going to be wanting for action any time soon. Not only had the sexy reptiles worked him over until late into the night, they had promised to bring him for return visits and additional shows - and with other friends. Of course how could he say no to that, even if he’d been allowed to? The only real question was how long it was going to be before the entire campus knew about his scalefag status...these things had a way of spreading even without video support, so the moment it came out it would probably be universal knowledge. Not that it would probably change THAT much, it was just a bit awkward having that basically on display for all to see.

Somehow his legs were dejellied enough for him to walk to work when his next shift rolled around the next late afternoon. As he approached the building, he could see Rik talking to another one of their co-workers - the fox appeared to just be getting off his shift this time. He gave a nice glare to Rik as the fox noticed his approach, grinning like an idiot back at him. Sure, Dane couldn’t be too disappointed that he had lived out a night with guys that were the subject of his fantasies, but that was still a hell of a stunt to pull. He was going to have to give the fox an earful, even if at the end he might have to admit being a little thankful.

And then Rik had to fuck that all up by opening his mouth. “So, Dane, how’s that ‘winning by losing’ thing going for you?”

By the time Dane had stopped chasing Rik across the nearby fields threatening to rip his soul out through his lungs, he was fifteen minutes late for his shift. At least his boss forgave it given the circumstances…