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On Patrol

By: Shalmendo

© 2015

For: Calle147

Paul grumbled a little bit as he continued his patrol route. “Who decides these things?” He muttered to himself. He’d been walking around a virtual circle for several hours now around a series of hallways. This was the route he had been given, clearly displayed on his helmet hud. It was a boring route. The same series of doors, the same metallic halls, repeatedly. It was pretty monotonous, but he knew he had a job, and the route was assigned for a reason. He was just a grunt on the ground floor doing his job. The company had many soldiers like him, all part of a private military owned by the company boss, all to protect his assets and investments. They were a great form of security, and well outfitted with fancy energy weapons that were at the cutting edge of the company’s research. That’s what the company did, research, prototypes, development, scientific dabbling, and so on. And it was his job to make sure nobody stole any of the company’s hard work, and secrets. He knew there was a lot of shady stuff going on this deep down underneath the company’s public park and other buildings. Miles underneath the surface was a huge labyrinth of laboratories and other facilities, many of which were part of ethically grey, or outright unethical, experimentations on willing, and sometimes kidnapped, test subjects. All of it was in the name of scientific progress, and sometimes a touch of perversion. He had seen and heard a lot of strange and nasty things down here, some of which he’d rather forget, but his mental conditioning kept him dedicated to his job, and the combination of implants and other technology made sure he did it well.

The patrol was a typically boring and monotonous one, and he was a bit weary of it. He wanted more action, honestly. He privately fantasized a bit about the company getting invaded by terrorists or something so he could see some live fire and pump some plasma rounds into a few live targets. But the company’s security was more proactive than reactive, and that meant a lot of patrolling and being prepared for nothing to happen. At least that’s how he saw it. The guys in the Security Complex had a big picture of every little detail of the company’s security and exactly what was going on everywhere, and they made sure nothing was allowed to escalate into an outright assault. Still, if one did happen, he’d be ready, and eager to take part in it. Nothing had happened today, however, nor the day before, and so on for quite awhile. On one hand, it meant the company was probably doing well, and he had a fairly quiet and low-stress job, despite being heavily armed and armored. Still, he would rather like to see some action if he could. He considered putting in for more of those training simulations. That at least would be something, even if it was all fake. The simulations were decently good and unpredictable, and he found them to be an interesting challenge, especially since the CCS’s astronomical processing power meant it could analyze his performance and purposefully throw things at him to trip him up and make things a real challenge. That was always fun, and he always ended up pumped up afterwards when he struggled to complete the virtual mission and finally made it through all of the obstacles and surprises.

It’d been a couple of days since he saw the boss, the Gargoyle he belonged to. He wondered a little if he’d been forgotten by the big black hunk, but shrugged, knowing how secretive and voyeuristic his owner was. He glanced down at his heavy armored boots, wondering if the boss was down there right now, crawling around between his toes or something. He smiled a little as he thought about that, wiggling his toes as he imagined the boss jacking off down there. His thoughts were interrupted as he literally bumped into another soldier, in an identical uniform and armor layout to his own, but much taller. Due to the height difference he nearly face-planted into his comrade’s chest. “Whoops, sorry!” He called out over the local speaker built into his helmet, The other replied, voice distorted slightly in a manner similar to a storm trooper, “Heh, no problem little guy. On patrol I guess?” Paul nodded, “Yeah, couple of hours now, boring and stuff.” The other nodded in return, “Yeah, we’ve been doing that a lot lately, especially around here. Boss must be working on something special. He always calls in extra security for pet projects he thinks might be big targets." Paul smirked, “Yeah I guess..or he just wants us all sweaty or something.” The other laughed, “Yeah, probably. Hard to tell what’s real security or just working out for him to get off on us later. I don’t mind though, since we never know about it at the time anyway. I get paid good and I get a cool ass gun.” Paul grinned inside his helmet, “Fuck yeah, big ass guns are the best.” The other replied, “I vaporized a rat once, was awesome.” Paul chuckled, “Ha! That must have been fun.” The other nodded enthusiastically, “Fuck yeah, little bastard didn’t even have time to squeal. He was trying to steal my lunch anyway.” Paul snickered, “Served him right...What brings you along here anyway? I wasn’t informed of a shift change or anything.” The other nodded, “Yeah you wouldn’t be, I’m doing a random security walkthrough, unannounced, unrouted, unplanned. The big guys in the Complex randomly toss those out to trip up anyone who thinks they can study our routes and timing to slip past our patrols and stuff. Apparently it works.” Paul nodded, “I think I’d like to do one of those sometime. This walking around in circles stuff is driving me nuts.” The other guy nodded, “Yeaaah, when I was doing those I got incredibly horny by the end of my shift.” Paul blushed, “Oh? Heh, I thought I was the only one.” The other guy shook his head, “Nah, I think it has something to do with our extensive conditioning or something...was probably an accidental thing. Several other guys have mentioned it, too.” Paul looked up at the larger hulkier male, “Damn, well it’s good to know i’m not the only one…” The bigger guy looked down at the smaller human, “What, are you horny right now?” Paul blushed, and stammered a little, “uh...well...um...well, kinda?” The other male had a smirk in his voice, “Then let’s do something about that.” Paul blushed, “w-what? here? I mean..i’m on patrol…” The other guy gently pushed Paul into the wall and smirked, “They don’t care...I think they do it on purpose to have something to watch. Maybe it’s the Boss’s fault.” Paul thought about the big gargoyle up in his office..maybe watching them right now and fapping….He blushed. “uh...well..what are we going to do?” He asked shyly. The other pulled his helmet off, revealing a rather handsome looking bronze dragon with sharp yellow eyes, “Open your pants.” the dragon grinned. Paul stammered a bit more, not sure what to do in response. The dragon smirked and crouched down, tail swishing a bit, and opened pauls pants, and started fishing for his dick inside, “How about a blowjob, human?”

Paul blushed hotly inside his helmet where it wasn’t visible. He was glad for the helmet but also knew that everyone knew who he was whether he had it on or not, since he was the only human in the company’s military so far. Humans generally don’t make it into the military here but he was a special exception because the boss liked him so much. Regardless, a big strong and handsome dragon was pulling his hardening dick out and starting to lap at it. He moaned softly, making the dragon chuckle, “Yeah feels great doesn’t it? I think they like keeping us a bunch of horny bastards…” with that, the dragon suckled the little human’s member right into his maw and started to suck on it firmly. Paul leans against the wall, moaning hotly as his cock rapidly hardened and started pulsing, “God...that feels great…” Paul moaned softly. The dragon grinned and coiled his tongue around that needy cock and began to squeeze it a little. While doing that, he began to bob his head on the human’s cock. Paul could feel the lithe and nearly prehensile tongue coiled around his phallus and it felt amazing! The forked tip of the dragon’s tongue expertly stroked over the human’s cocktip and even brushed against the cumslit softly. It was an electric sensation as the dragon’s maw shifted and bobbed around his cock. The power of the dragon was incredibly exciting as he was being pushed and held against the wall by the bigger and stronger body, giving him little choice in the matter. He certainly didn’t mind as the dragon started to coax some precum out of him, seeming like he enjoyed the flavor. Paul moaned, closing his eyes and letting himself enjoy the sensation, which was incredible with how horny he had been the last couple of hours. The dragon growled around the human’s member, giving it a sensation of vibration that sent a tingle up Paul’s spine, almost forcing him to hump out into the dragon’s maw, where he was dribbling pre easily.

Paul gave himself in to the dragon entirely, going limp. The dragon easily kept him pinned to the wall with brute strength as he coaxed the human’s member closer and closer to climax. Paul was squirming slightly, humping into the dragon’s maw in a combination of ecstasy and lust. Paul reached down and gripped the dragon’s horns, which were conveniently present for such an activity, and humped firmly into the strong maw, his cock tensing up and his balls pulling up as well. A moment later he came into the dragon’s working maw, filling it with his climax. The dragon growled pleasantly as Paul climaxed into his maw, gently coaxing more of the human’s cum out with experienced tongue action. Paul writhed, shocks of pleasure passing through his body and making him jerk helplessly under the dragon’s attentions. Shortly, the dragon let him go, and Paul slid down onto his rear in the hallway, panting softly, “Damn man…”

The Dragon grinned, “I take it you liked that.” Paul nodded as he looked up at the dragon wiping some of his climax off his spikey chin. “Good...now it’s my turn.” Paul blushed, “For a blowjob?” The dragon shook his head, “nooo..I have something else in mind.” Paul looked up at the dragon curiously and was mildly surprised as the dragon tugged his helmet off easily, dropping it to the side. Paul blushed as his face was revealed and blushed even more as he found one of the dragon’s strong boots pushing into his chest, “How about taking my boots off, little guy?” Paul stammered, “o-oh..okay!” He touched the control on them that caused the automatic latching system to release and slipped the boot off, chewing his lip. Inside was the dragon’s paw, clad in the custom made socks the company provided to it’s soldiers. They were engineered for the boss’s pleasure but they worked well for the soldier’s feet and for anyone else with a paw fetish, like Paul had. Paul blushed and stared at the three toed foot the sock was covering. “Yeah that’s right, now why don’t you take a good whiff of all my hard work, huh?” Before Paul had a chance to agree or protest, he found the hot foot being pushed against his nose and forcing him to inhale the musky scent of the dragon’s foot having been cooped up in the footwear for a good part of the day. The sock was hot and moist against his face, and of a sturdy thick material designed to keep the wearer’s foot healthy and warm. Paul moaned as he inhaled the thick scent, feeling himself get a little high off the intensity of the musk. Paul went partially limp as a result.

“Yeah, that’s a good little human, take in that nice thick work smell. We all know you like it, you little pawslut.” Paul couldn’t even begin to protest as he kept inhaling that thick scent, popping another boner in the process even though he’d already bene spent a few moments previously. The dragon pulled his foot away and pushed his other boot into Paul’s chest, “Now the other one.” Paul eagerly obeyed, unlatching that boot and tugging it off. He was rewarded with another face full of the new socked paw, rubbing on his face and rubbing off some of the moisture the sock had absorbed during the dragon’s work as a soldier. Paul was in ecstasy when he heard a second voice, “Hey, is the footslut giving paw service again?” The dragon was heard to reply, “Yep...come get some.” Both the new guy and the dragon chuckled and the dragon’s paw was withdrawn, letting him see another bulky male in the same armoring. “Good, I could use some licking on my paws.” The new guy shoved his boot against Paul’s chest and Paul complied with the expectation. He unlatched the boot and drew it off, finding a plush four-toed paw inside, clad in the same sock. It was withdrawn shortly and the other boot was placed up for him to undo, which he did. “Good now take my socks off, boy.” Paul blushed and pulled the socks off the two four-toed paws, revealing feline paws of black fur, with a decently strong musk that was different from the dragon’s but still told of a long period of wear during the day. Before he could comment, the feline shoved a toe into paul’s mouth, “Get sucking, human.” The dragon smirked, “Sluthog.” he commented in a playful way. The feline snerked and gave the dragon a playful little push, “He can handle four paws, can’t he?” Paul thought “oh god” as the dragon considered this, “Probably, but he’s gotta lie down, I think.” With that paul found himself pushed down onto the floor on his back, looking up at the two dominant males taking advantage of him. The feline’s helmet was still on so he didn’t know which of the several felines in the paramilitary this particular one was. It didn’t matter as the feline curled his scented toes around Paul’s face and one of the dragon’s socked feet were pushed to his chest, “Take my socks off, too. Can’t lick my scaled with these on.” Paul complied and pulled the dragon’s sock off, followed by the next sock. Both of the masculine males stood there in the hallway barepawed, and rubbing their paws against the humans face. Paul started licking over both sets of paws eagerly, moaning softly. “Yeah the footslut likes it.” the feline said, as Paul’s tongue graced over the feline’s soft plush ballpad. The dragon smirked, “Too bad there aren’t more of him...The company could afford to clone him a few times and let us have some toys, eh?” The dragon gruffled, enjoying Paul’s tongue scraping around between his thick scaled toes. The feline nodded, “Hey yeah that’d be awesome… Footslut clones would be great...each of us could have one all to ourselves.” Paul was too involved in sucking on the toes and licking over the soles and pads of the respective dominant men that he was underfoot of to really say much, or even form an opinion. He was in a state of ecstasy as the two big males were working him underfoot.

It took quite awhile, but he was able to lick each foot perfectly clean and lay there panting, partially exhausted from all of the activity. He was surprised as he realized that both of them had their cocks out, pointing them down at him while they stroked rapidly. Paul stared, “wha-” he started to ask, before they grinned at each other and started blasting their respective climaxes onto his face and chest, making him flail a little in pure surprise. He found himself covered in a surprisingly large amount of thick and goopy cum which landed on his face mostly, and dribbled down his chin onto the chest armoring Paul gasped, getting a good amount of it into his mouth, and he savored the salty flavor of the combined climaxes. He lay there for a few moments with his eyes closed, trying to recover from the ecstasy he was feeling. Finally he wiped some of the goop off his eyes and looked up at the two, but they were gone. Apparently they had left him lying there and grabbed their boots and socks as they walked away barefoot. He sighed, “Wow”. He got back up and put his helmet back on, he was rather late on his patrol now but he didn’t care… He’d just had an amazing experience. He resumed his route, being a little wobbly, but that soon passed and it was back to business as usual, save for the fact his armor was coated in cum.