Orange in the Mirrors
Written by Gerik
Reviewed by Cealan
Enjoy!
Most of the time when one walks out of a gym feeling on top of the world, it's because they have the feel-good rush that naturally comes after a good work out. Other times it's from feeling good for having actually gotten off their ass and done something productive after work or a long day of gaming. At least, at most gyms... One gym in the middle of suburbia always seemed to be an exception.
A tall lizard stepped casually down the outer steps of this particular gym, and the dazed look in those vertically-slitted irises showed this male didn't have a care in the world. His pace was relaxed, his breathing slow, and the scaled lizard's snout angled upwards confidently with each stride he took. The wide smile spread across that maw beamed of pride and a healthy self-esteem, and the lizard nodded a greeting to a tall stallion passing by the other way. The ebon stallion smiled a greeting back to the lizard and swung a hand around to land a playful smack upon the scalie's rear once he'd passed.
"Hey! Still a bit sore after my workout!" The lizard said in a playful tone towards the horse, and that thick tail of his lifted to show off a perfectly toned rear covered by a tight pair of biking shorts.
"Just consider yourself lucky it was Ahearn working you and not me... Otherwise you wouldn't be walking so straight." The equine replied in an equally teasing tone, and the two then went their separate ways. They caught each other taking a glance back at the other's ass a few moments later, but it wasn't like either of them was expecting anything less.
The lizard stepped out into the parking lot with an almost feminine sway in his hips while the horse walked backwards up the steps to savor every subtle motion that scalie male's tail made. Once the stud reached the entrance, he noticed the other half-owner of the gym behind the window beside the door staring at the very same tail he'd been admiring. A playful grin spread his lips and he knocked on the glass right in front of his friend's muzzle before stepping through the door.
"I just had those windows cleaned, there better not be any drool on them!" Clomp said to the shorter stallion.
"I never interrupt your view of your clients' asses when they leave, you know." The shorter stallion named Ahearn said matter-of-factly, arms crossed over his chest in a playful manner. This equine, although a few inches shorter, was just a bit more muscular than his older friend, and he held the muscles well to give him a somewhat stocky, bulked frame. His physique wouldn't look out of place at any gym, but he wasn't built so much that he couldn't turn his head. Some would say he had 'Functional Muscles' that only bulged when he flexed them... which he did as much as possible when eyes were upon him.
"Maybe you should. Then my eyes would be forced to stare at your ass more often." The taller stallion replied with a smirk, one of his arms swinging low to give a firm smack to his friend's very familiar rump-cheeks. While both equines carried the same rich, black fur, the taller one maintained a more toned appearance. He probably wasn't any less strong then the younger one, but he didn't build his muscles to be quite as visible even if his biceps could dance with the proper flexing.
"My ass gets plenty of staring. It needs something much more... forceful... than a staring." Ahearn replied with a smirk of his own, that tail of his swiftly lifting and flicking side to side from the playful swat of his friend.
Just as the two stallions were about to lean into each other and probably fuck right up against the glass of their gym, the 2 o'clock appointment came in a few minutes early. The door swung open and a confident-looking dragon stepped in while chattering away on his cell phone. The words flowed faster than the two stallions could pick up, but it was something about reports and cutbacks before a loud grunt and a quick closing of a flip-close cell phone resounded.
The dragon glanced up at the two stallions standing side by side by the door and just smiled, glad to see the two while he let out a deep sigh. This particular male was lighter colored than most of his kind, carrying a distinct orange coloring that was darker on the back than the front. The dragon had been attending this gym for a while judging by his general shape, but he wasn't overly muscular by any means. He was a good bit better than average for an over-stressed, over-worked individual, and he'd gained a bit of bounce in his step and a confident stride after doing bi-weekly sessions with the stallions. After being under both separately -- literally and figuratively -- he decided to put down the big bucks for the double-package to train under both stallions at once.
"Sorry if I'm a bit early... Being the boss sucks, even if it pays well. I've got a good bit of stress that only a proper workout can get rid of." The dragon said with a warm grin, his voice deep and rumbling as he shifted the bag swung over his shoulder.
The two studs smiled in unison and stepped to either side of the dragon. The shorter male's palm immediately moved to rest on the dragon's ass, while the taller wrapped an arm around the scaly's neck casually.
"That's why we're here, Grep!" Ahearn replied, the trio then stepping into the locker room to get ready.
The younger stud was already dressed for a workout thanks to his previous client. Hugging his thighs and rump was a tight pair of white Lycra shorts that practically glowed in contrast to his jet-black fur. The musk from this male wasn't too apparent, but the smell from the scaly that had almost run into the taller stallion on the way out easily overwhelmed the stallion's own musk if one was close enough. Ahearn didn't seem bothered by it much, and neither did Grep as the dragon casually stripped himself of his business-casual clothes in front of the two.
It had been awkward for Grep to change in front of them at first, but he'd gotten used to it after a few times. He secretly loved being watched by the other males, but hid his enjoyment well thanks to his introverted nature even though he seemed to go slower and slower every time. Grep reached for his black Lycra shorts and pulled them up to his waist before running his thumbs along the side, making sure they were comfortably snug before he stood up fully again.
The taller stallion's Lycra body-suit was pure white although black letters across the groin read 'Boaz'. The stallion's eyes wandered slowly over the dragon beside him, and it took him a little longer then usual to get dressed for his workout thanks to the way the muscles shifted subtlely beneath the smooth scales. It was obvious the stallions loved their jobs. All they had to do was stand over hot guys and the occasional chick all day telling them what to do, fondling them as they pleased, and enjoying a good time with furs they'd just as easily go have a beer with than work out with. A warm smile spread over Boaz's muzzle as he zipped up his suit completely and then headed out towards the weight room with the other two.
The weight room wasn't too large, at most 20' by 20', but it was plenty to hold the equipment the stallions had to work with. Mirrors lined the walls of the entire facility, and like any place with their reputation there were no windows to be seen past the front entryway. Furs could opt to have special friends watch them 'work out' from the second story through the one way mirrors, but the majority of the clients preferred their privacy while they relieved their stress properly. Grep was one of those customers that preferred privacy, although he'd go home with a surveillance-like videotape of his session just to help keep him reminded why he pays as much as he does for the stallion's services.
The three stepped out into a somewhat open area, Ahearn standing out in front of the dragon and Boaz, to instruct and make sure Grep did his proper stretching. Although the things they did weren't quite 'normal', they still didn't want the dragon hurting himself or pulling a muscle because he didn't prepare properly. Plus it gave the stallions a good reason to take in the sight of their client, noting the shapes of certain muscle-groups and seeing what parts would be best to work on to keep an evenly-toned body shape. At least, that was their official excuse.
"You know the drill, Grep. Stretch your arms, legs, glutes, and neck." Ahearn said in a casual tone. He'd already stretched out and was ready to go, but Boaz had just gotten into work so he joined Grep in his stretching.
Ahearn was given the bird's eye view of both males bending over, stretching their arms in all sorts of positions, and contorting themselves to perfectly show off a good bit of musculature. It was only natural his Lycra suit would bulge out from such a sight, but thanks to the tight nature of the material, it was obvious to others, but not a nuisance to himself. The real kicker was when Boaz leaned over towards Grep's side while the dragon leaned towards the taller stallion. Both made the lewdest looking tongue-kiss he'd ever seen, and they hadn't even started the real workout yet.
"Dragon tongue's always send shivers down my spine..." Boaz said to Grep with a lick of his lips after that short-lived tongue-battle.
"I'll keep that in mind for later." Grep replied in his own cheeky, deep tone.
Luckily the stretching was over somewhat quickly so they could move on to the more 'all-inclusive' parts.
Grep was summoned over towards a standard looking treadmill to begin with a light jog. The stallions never let him have an ordinary jog though, at least not when they were his separate trainers. Grep figured he wouldn't just be running on the treadmill today either and his prediction seemed to be coming true as Ahearn hopped up onto the treadmill in front of him. The stallion wasn't on the conveyor where you're supposed to run though, he had spread his legs and was now sitting with his ass on the console and the back of his thighs on the hand-rails facing where the dragon would be running. A playful grin had spread across Ahearn's muzzle, and Boaz's palm gave a firm slap from behind to Grep's ass to encourage him to step onto the treadmill to run. The dragon eep'd! and reached back to rub his Lycra-covered rump while stepping onto the conveyor belt, not hurt, but definitely surprised.
The tall stallion then stepped up behind the dragon, but rested his hooves on either side of the rubbery conveyor right behind where Grep was standing so he wouldn't be moving backwards. A hand then grabbed the orange dragon's tail and lifted it up so it rested over Boaz's shoulder and forced Grep to lean forward a bit. It felt more natural for the dragon to run leaned forward like a raptor given his digitigrade legs, and the stallions were always willing to accommodate him.
"We're going to start with a brisk walk and work up to some jogging, are you ready?" Ahearn asked of the dragon whose muzzle was about chest-height to the stallion sitting right in front of him.
Grep just replied with a nod as he looked on in a somewhat puzzled manner at what was going on, although as the conveyor started moving, the only option he had was to start walking. With Boaz right behind him holding his tail up and Ahearn right in front of him, it was obvious he would be going at the speed determined by the two males no matter what.
The treadmill's motor began to whine louder slowly and the dragon began creeping backwards just a bit when he didn't build his pace fast enough. A sudden slap resounded to the same spot that had been slapped before and the dragon sped up instantly; it seemed Boaz's duty was to slap Grep's ass when he got too slow. The dragon couldn't look back in case he lost his balance, so he tried to lean forward a bit to make it easier to keep his speed more like a non-anthro raptor would run.
As soon as he did, Ahearn grabbed the scaly's head and pressed his snout right between the horse's firm pecs. The scaly tried to tug his head away, but was forced to inhale Ahearn's scent mixed with the pheromones of the previous scaly client. He could smell the sweat and musk that had built from the stallion's previous workout, and his eyes practically rolled back in his head as his breathing became deeper. It seemed the lizard male from before had some powerful pheromones.
Grep was soon at a jogging pace with his head held tight to the younger stallion's chest, forced to inhale the masculine scent of the muscled horse right from a set of flexed pectorals. He could still see out to either side, but all he saw was his face jammed into the pecs of a stronger, dominant male in the mirrors surrounding him. His stress was fading away quickly as the natural pheromones of the lizard and stud were forced into his system, although the familiar slap to his ass brought him back from his dreamworld. The pace was now a brisk jog and he was forced to keep up as he panted into the chest of Ahearn.
Boaz had stepped closer behind the dragon and pressed his groin snugly up to the glutes of the running scaly. Each time the dragon stepped, his ass flexed and nudged against the crotch of that white Lycra suit that the tall stallion was wearing. The feeling of spandex rubbing against spandex was amazing on such sensitive areas of both males, and it was plenty encouragement for the dragon to keep his speed on the treadmill even if he was in a dazed dream.
The tall stallion standing right behind Grep with his hooves on the sides of the treadmill released deep murmurs of pleasure, a broad grin having spread his lips as the scaly ran. The sweat was beginning to run down the dragon's form, making a few of the scales shine wetly. He had no problem keeping up with the current pace, and he breathed in and out through Ahearn's chest-fur easily while the consistent thuds of his steps echoed through the room.
Boaz soon leaned in to speak directly into the side of Grep's head, using the same, deep tone that always made him melt.
"You better keep up, boy... My spanking hand's just getting warmed up." The stallion said, the pace of the treadmill soon building slowly beneath the dragon's feet.
Grep's tail was swaying side to side over Boaz's shoulder, swinging quickly now that he was running out of his comfort-speed. The scaly's breath noticeably deepened, and both stallions encouraged him with both words and actions. Boaz would slap Grep's ass as soon as he began to lose some speed, although he'd get congratulated with a firm fondle whenever he went more than thirty seconds without getting spanked. Ahearn, on the other hand, would place his fore-arms around either side of the dragon's snout and block the view of himself pinned between two males while running if he ever sped up too much. The whimper released from the dragon each time the view was blocked made it painfully obvious the dragon loved being watched, even if he'd never admit it.
The stallions kept him at this faster pace for a good ten minutes and the dragon performed quite well thanks to the proper forms of encouragement. Grep's ass was somewhat sore as the pace soon began to slow, and his heaving breath stayed deep and fast as he walked his cool-down half-mile on the treadmill. Both Boaz and Ahearn relaxed their roles, although the dragon still kept his rump pressed to Boaz's bulged groin, and his face planted between Ahearn's muscled pecs. The Lycra and fur was soothing at these slower speeds, and when he was finished he just stood there still panting into the horse's chest-fur.
"Well done, Grep... You went an extra half-mile more than last time and kept good form throughout it!" Ahearn said with a congratulatory head-rub, although the dragon's dazed state became obvious as he nuzzled into that hand in a somewhat slutty manner. His eyes were glazed over for a few moments before he blinked himself out of it and stood up fully, his tail then trying to lower itself as he came back to reality.
"What's ... next?" The dragon asked through heavy breaths, smiling as he enjoyed the warm afterglow that always washed over him after a run. Especially one like that.
"Now we show you some 'Stallion-Style Sit-ups'." Boaz said into the side of Grep's head, that tone making him shiver once again before he finally got his tail back down and was able to step off the treadmill. He felt a bit woozy, but shook his head and held onto the side-rail of the treadmill until he was able to stand up straight on his own. The masculine scent of the equines was nice, and mixed in with the pheromones of the scaly-client before, it was quite a powerful dose of feel-good juice to a dragon such as him.
The two stallions hopped off the treadmill and stepped over towards the open area once again. Now that the orange dragon was all warmed up, they could begin to work some of the more 'pleasant' muscles.
Both equines carried playful smirks as Grep stepped towards them, and judging by the name, the dragon knew he would be laid out on his back. The feeling of the firm mats on his back was reassuring in his somewhat hazed state, since there was no way for him to fall or lose his balance. The pheromones seemed to be working pretty effectively on him and he was loving it as he gazed up at the two horses.
The dragon let his eyes wander over Boaz when the stallion started to approach and a wide grin spread over his snout almost instantly. The tight Lycra was horrible at hiding a good-sized erection and Grep could see the distinct outline of a seven inch long bulge. The stallion was obviously just starting to get hard, but it was still a welcome sight. The dragon licked his lips like any good, slightly intoxicated cock-slut would, although as he tried to lean up and get a facefull of horse-crotch, his head was held down firmly by the stallion's hoof.
"Whoa, hold on there, big-guy. You're doing five sets of twenty, so don't wear yourself out before we even start counting." The stud said with a smile. Coaching was always more fun when they wanted it as bad as the dragon did and the studs were obviously having a blast. Just teasing the dragon this way was fun, although luckily they had much more planned.
The dragon's eyes went wide as the stallion slowly began to take off the Lycra body-suit and soon the sheath and sac that seemed to be just made for his snout were left dangling. The sheath had dropped the stud's impressive girth, but Boaz was still mostly unerect as his cock dangled down between his thighs. The fat cock-tip swayed like a pendulum and Grep's jaws watered just at the sight of it.
Boaz purposely shifted his weight from side to side just enough to swing his dick and watched as the dragon's snout tilted to follow. After the run, Boaz didn't want to waste much time, so he lowered to his knees to get ready. Each knee rested on the floor on either side of the scaly's snout, and with the stallion facing the dragon's lower body, Grep only had to look straight up to see the sac and dangling shaft of his workout trainer. His mind was lost in a flurry of arousal as the scent of the second equine began drifting through his nostrils and he barely noticed as a naked Ahearn knelt down between his legs.
Ahearn's strong arms grasped the dragon's thighs and hoisted the calves of the scaled male over his shoulders. The younger stallion's dick dangled right over Grep's groin, and made the dragon's body shiver noticeably in anticipation. Grep nuzzled along each of Boaz's thighs and his arms reached around to grab the firm ass of the older trainer. It was obvious the dragon just wanted to be fucked, but this was a gym after all, and they needed their clients to get stronger not just looser.
"Alright, Grep... You're going to sit-up far enough to tap the bottom of my sac with your snout and then stay up just long enough to lick." Boaz said down to the male and he grabbed the dragon's paws on his ass with a grin. "No using your hands, so you're going to cross these over your chest." The stallion continued.
Grep whined and pulled his paws back to grab each of his pecs and by now his own suit was bulging out around the distinct shape of a scaly cock that struggled to free itself. The dragon took in a deep breath and slowly tensed his abs to lift his upper body. His grip tightened around his own pecs and after rising up a few inches, he felt the velvety texture of Boaz's sac nestled against his snout. His tongue traced out and flicked over those low-hanging orbs and Boaz had to force him back down again with a paw to keep the scaly doing his curls.
"One..." Boaz said with a smirk as he continued to count each curl, making sure the dragon kept a pace that wasn't too rushed or too slow.
Grep's jaws clamped as he curled up once again, this time leaving his snout at the horse's sac just long enough to give a slithery lick. He strategically placed his licks to get back at the stallion, teasing the most sensitive areas that he'd already grown to know and love. The first was right between both of those massive orbs and his thin tongue was practically made for that spot. When he came up the next time he circled around the bottoms of both with a feather-like touch. He began to randomly mix up between those two along with the spots just behind and in front of where the large sac met Boaz's body, keeping the stallion from getting used to any rhythm in the sensations being given him.
The dragon didn't even notice as the first set ended until he was forced to stay down once again to relax after the 20th curl by Boaz's heavy paw. His abs didn't burn too much after the first set, but his eyes definitely burned with lust. He laid back panting almost silently through his nostrils, gazing up at the shiny sac of the male over him with a broad grin while planning what spots to hit on the successive sets.
"This time Ahearn is going to grind his sac against your fore-slit each time you curl, just to make sure you don't try to pussy out on us when the burning begins." Boaz said down to the dragon.
"Yes, sir!" Grep said in a rather eager tone, the dragon soon starting up once again and lifting his snout. He continued to lick Boaz's sac, but now with the firm grinding of the other stud's balls right against his groin, each was accompanied by a sharp exhale of pleasure. The texture was dulled just a bit by the lycra, but his senses were aflame as his lengthening erection pressed against the smooth texture of his shorts.
Each of Ahearn's orbs rested against a side of Grep's lycra-pinned erection and the stallion made sure they'd glide all the way up to the orange male's cock-tip and then down to the base of his fore-slit when he curled. Grep's jaws would open and his breath would flow out over Boaz's crotch when he was fully crunched, making the entire area's musk spread over his face and soak him in this equine's masculine scent. His eyes closed after only the fifth curl and he moaned lustily up into the stallion's sac, unable to stop even if he wanted to with all the hormones rushing through him.
The scaly's blunt snout nudged repeatedly to Boaz's orbs while he curled each time and once again he was stopped suddenly so he didn't go past twenty. The burning was beginning to spread through his abs and Grep was panting quietly between Boaz's thighs. With his snout trapped between those powerful legs, there was nowhere for the heat to go and it grew warm directly around his face. Boaz's sac was now thoroughly soaked with saliva and a strand of the dragon's own spittle drooled down over his face. He felt like such a slut, and it was amazing how such a powerful figure could make him want to just suck his nuts with such a relaxed, care-free look in his eyes.
"Now the lycra shorts come off..." Ahearn said to Grep, and the scaly's legs went limp as the younger stud began tugging at the stretchy material.
When the shorts came off, the dragon's dick stood like a flag-pole from the scaled slit, and both stallions couldn't hold back their own lusty grins. To get ready this time, Ahearn leaned forward and pressed his own swelling erection to Grep's. The warmth was divine and the texture of both dicks touching after the spandex blocked it before was heavenly.
The dragon began curling as soon as Boaz let go, although instead of having a sac presented to lick, Boaz had pressed his dick downwards so the scaly's lips and face nudged directly to both dick and sac at once. Every time he lifted upwards his forehead would get rubbed along his trainer's scrotum, while Ahearn would grind crotch to crotch with him. The moans of the orange dragon grew quite deep almost instantly, and his entire body quivered on the way down from the sensations washing over him.
The stallions loved toying with their clients and this dragon looked like he was going to burst with the lust and arousal that was in his eyes.
That didn't keep Boaz from counting up to twenty during the third round and as his erection grew longer, the scaly felt more and more inclined to lift further. The side of his snout would brush along that hefty dick presented him, taking in the scent and texture of it while Ahearn lewdly slid his fully erect cock right against the sensitive underside of the scaly's own. The sensations were quickly overwhelming Grep, but it was the best form of distraction from the burning that was building up in his abs and chest.
The end of the third set came all too quickly and the dragon's eyes stayed closed as his abs and chest ached. Curling up and staying curled for just a moment each time was tough, especially to a male that didn't regularly do them. The two horses knew the right kinds of encouragement would leech every last bit of effort from the orange-scaled male and now that the dragon's lusts were in full swing, they decided it was time for Grep to begin unleashing some of that pent up hormone-induced strength.
Boaz suddenly turned so he was facing the opposite way than before, kneeling over the dragon with his rump held over that flexed, scaled chest. He grabbed his 16 inch dick and pointed it straight for Grep's muzzle without even a word and the slutty dragon knew exactly what to do.
Grep's jaws opened wide and he placed his paws against the back of his own head just to hold them still while he guzzled down a few inches of fat horse-cock. The stallion grinned as his client got an initial taste of his salty prefluid and Grep soon began curling once again on his fourth set.
The motions were slower than before due to the extra strain, but he went up as far as he could to take in as much cock as possible. All the dragon could see was the towering, muscular figure of the stallion while his lips traveled up and down that massive fuck-rod, and the eager cock-sucker felt the flared tip of that equine dick nudge directly up towards the entrance of his throat each time the stallion counted.
Occasional moans escaped all three males as Grep bobbed eagerly, fighting through the burning sensations in his abs to get all the way to 20. His eyes clenched and his jaws stayed as relaxed as possible, but the impressive girth of the equine was prying his jaws farther open than they'd ever been before. The sensations of Ahearn's bare cock sliding against his own had grown extremely lewd now that the stud's pre-fluid was mixing with Grep's, and a slick coat of it was now soaking both extremely hard members.
Both Grep and Ahearn were about 14 inches long, making it perfect for the stallion to hump, grind, and tease at their client encouragingly. There was no way Grep was going to fail, and each time he guzzled down a good portion of stallion-dick was like a little victory for him before he suddenly reached 20 once again.
Grep laid back with the stallion's cock-tip still in his mouth, feeling pre-fluid drool down onto his tongue and soak it in the other male's flavor. His tongue flicked teasingly right over the cum-slit, and Boaz just grinned down to the scaly with that confident grin he always seemed to carry.
"Good boy... Mm... Eager today. Last set for the day..." He said down to the orange-scaled dragon.
Grep just smiled around that fat dick and laid back, planning on leeching as much rest time as possible before his last set. Ahearn was shifting around between his legs, although he tried not to think much about his lower body as his abs felt ablaze from the intense workout. It was impossible to not notice what happened next though...
Ahearn grabbed either of Grep's thighs as the dragon was pinned down between Boaz's legs, and he nonchalantly pressed his flared cock-tip right up against the dragon's anal-slit. Grep let out a long, sultry moan into Boaz's cock and just spread his legs wider for the eager younger stallion. The pheromones and musk had taken over and the dragon was their willing fuck-toy. Only in this state would he admit he wanted it, and only in this state would he beg for it as much as those eyes of his did.
Boaz looked down expectantly to the dragon and Grep soon nodded as he bobbed up along that massive cock in his maw. He didn't feel the warmth of Ahearn's dick against his own though -- instead he felt a solid thrust send over a foot of stud-cock right up into his ass. The dragon's moan was far deeper then any other he'd released so far, and it was tough for Ahearn to keep a rhythm consistent with that of the dragon's bobbing. Each motion became labored, partially because the dragon was worn out, and partially because bending his abs meant bending the horse-dick sliding through his tail-slit just a bit.
The dragon was in heaven, taking a cock in either end by two lusty, muscular stallions. His facial expression showed his pleasure and his need, and his lips glided effortlessly along the fat stallion-cock in his maw while pre poured into his waiting mouth. Each successive curl became harder, but he fought through it. There was no way he'd stop pleasuring these two males with every last ounce of strength he had.
Boaz finally called out twenty and the dragon's head fell limp, his eyes glazed over as he laid back. He was plugged full of stallion shaft in his ass, and his mouth held just the tip of the other stud's dick. Pre had accumulated in his maw and now drooled out of the sides, and each time Grep inhaled he took a bit of that pre-fluid's scent and flavor into his lungs.
Both stallions congratulated the dragon, Ahearn by giving a hard thrust and Boaz by gripping the base of his organ and sliding his paw all the way to the tip until his prefluid gushed from the tip in a solid jet.
"You're done for today, Grep... How would you like to finish up?" Boaz asked of the male and the dragon's spreading smirk looked somewhat lopsided around the massive fuck-rod of the stallion. He slowly let his head fall back enough so he could speak and pre drizzled down into his maw while he spoke.
"I want.. Ung.. Ahearn's cum in my ass... Then a shower..." He said to Boaz.
Boaz grinned and nodded, leaving his cock resting right over the dragon's lip. Grep eagerly took in just the tip and used it as a gag to keep his moans from growing too loud while preparing for the hard rutting he just asked for.
Ahearn was more than eager to fill that request and both paws held tightly to Grep's thighs as he began to firmly plow through that tight, scaled anal-slit. His flared cock-tip felt like a plunger forcing its way into the dragon's guts, and his pre was spread deeper while he jetted fresh globs of the viscous warmth into the confines of the orange male. The younger stallion kept his pace consistent and powerful, making sure his cock went base-to-tip. This forced his glans to nudge at Grep's prostate and then slide a good foot of cock right over it afterwards.
Grep's eyes showed pure pleasure while he was fucked so forcefully and smoothly by the stallion, his lips growing tight around Boaz's shaft while he sucked relentlessly on the little bit he had in his maw. His moans of pleasure and quivers of lust only became more noticeable with time, and the dragon's eyes soon shot open as he felt Ahearn's sac abruptly slap up to his ass. With the stallion's entire dick hilted in him, he could actually feel his fuck-tunnel stretching some, expanding to take in the immense girth of the other male.
The younger stallion didn't stay hilted for long, and a moan of pleasure escaped while tugging over a foot of his cock out from the dragon's tight ass. The next thrust jostled the dragon and the slap of naked hips echoed through the room. Ahearn was known for his hard fuckings, and Grep was loving every moment as he was taken this way. Both of the stallion's nuts rested against his tail when he was filled with cock, and the relentless hammering kept his body trying to shift back and forth while pinned beneath Boaz's thighs.
Grep's dick was spitting pre rather messily from the jostling of hips, and Ahearn's muzzle began to tilt back while hammering continuously through the dragon's guts. The pre made the stallion's organ glide slickly along the tight walls of the scaled male, and the pace kept building and building until it sounded like there was a jackhammer fucking the dragon. The lewd squelching sounds echoed off the walls of the small room, and whenever Grep opened his eyes all he could see was the reflection of that massive fuck-stick impaling him repeatedly.
With the slight daze from the pheromones it was almost surreal to the dragon, the images on the mirrors surrounding him seeming to blur with the pleasure he was already feeling. The colors meshed with the sensations of his ass being taken and having a cock drooling into his suckling maw. The sounds of hips slapping mixed with the moans of the trio, and his body relaxed completely and went limp while it was used and taken by Ahearn's powerful fucking. This was why Grep would only come here to work out...
Ahearn couldn't keep up such a powerful pace for long after plowing that tight dragon-ass during his sit-ups, and the familiar sound of a sharp exhale from behind Boaz was all Grep needed to hear to know he was about to be properly claimed like the stallion's mare. The dragon tensed his ass tightly around the well-hung stud, and let out a loud groan when Ahearn hilted one last time. The large glans at the end of Ahearn's cock suddenly swelled out directly against the dragon's deepest parts, plugging the male completely before a wave of cum was forced deep into his belly.
Grep's abs were sensitive after so many crunches with the two stallions, and he could feel his muscles warm and then get pushed out some while the stallion force-fed his ass what seemed like pints of cum. Ahearn's nuts were pressed tightly up to Grep's under-tail, jumping in time to his jets as the stud unloaded everything he had into the whimpering and quivering male. The dragon just laid there and took it, loving the feeling of being used and filled with so much male fluid. His jaws opened and Boaz's dick popped audibly from between his lips before he shuddered and groaned out, although the sounds were muffled by the prefluid that had accumulated in the back of his throat.
Ahearn's cock was slowly tugged out from Grep's rump, and the pressure within forced a gush of cum to wash over the tail of the dragon while the last of the stallion's release was shot messily all over the dragon's groin and dick. The stallion grinned at the sight and patted the dragon's ass, audibly splashing some of the cum about in the process. Grep's eyes soon opened and he grinned up to Boaz, and it was obvious the gears in the dragon's head were turning quickly.
Now that Ahearn had filled Grep's ass with cum, Boaz stood and let the dragon get to his feet again. It seemed the dominant nature of Ahearn was injected into Grep somehow, since there was a different look than usual in his eyes. Grep just winked confidently to Boaz and began walking to the shower with his tail held high. When the two stallions stepped into the steam-fogged locker-room, they saw Grep standing naked in the entry to the shower.
The dragon turned to face Boaz directly, and the stallion didn't say a word before both dragon and horse leaned in for a passionate kiss. The arms of the two wrapped tightly around each other, and the two stepped into the shower-room together with their lips locked.
The room was square and 10' by 10' with a few shower-heads on each wall, and as the two stepped in Grep pressed Boaz's back solidly up against the wall right beneath one of the shower-heads. Water poured down over the two males, and Grep smirked menacingly into the lips of the stallion. Boaz knew what the other male wanted and he licked the dragon's lips to break the kiss.
The pitch-black stallion turned and held his hands flat against the wall to his sides with his head turned just enough to see the dragon stepping close behind him. The dragon's dick had a coating of Ahearn's cum on it from the splash the horse had made when he popped out, and that made it slid easily right up into Boaz's waiting tail-star. Boaz's head leaned downwards and he moaned out deeply, the entire girth of the dragon forcing its way up into his ass.
The dragon wasn't quite as gentle as Ahearn was at first, and the lust that had built up from the entire workout was now getting forced onto Boaz. Grep's paws reached out to grab tightly at the stallion's sides, using that as his main grip while his toe-talons raked against the tiles of the ground. Eventually each toe-claw found a footing in-between two tiles, and a loud moan escaped soon after as the dragon hammered his hips powerfully up into the stallion once again.
Ahearn stood in the shower next to the two males, glaring right into Grep's eyes while his friend was taken right in front of him. He grinned at the sight and couldn't help his dick from dropping between his thighs, even if he had so recently released into that very dragon's tight ass earlier. Ahearn just held his dick out in front of his groin and began to lazily stroke himself at the fucking going on in front of him, knowing the dragon loved being watched...
Grep's eyes were wide with eager lust and as he turned his snout to look over at Ahearn, a toothy smirk spread his lips when noticing he was being watched. His pace only grew more powerful in Boaz's ass, the orange dragon's ebony shaft eagerly grinding back and forth through the trainer's bowels. The shaft had subtle ridges at the bottom that felt anything but smooth to Boaz, and the stallion's body was rocked powerfully against the shower wall while water and steam flowed freely over the two fucking males.
Smack after smack shot through the locker-room as the scaly's powerful hips hammered against the stallion's ass, the thick root of that ebony organ spreading the stud's tight ring nice and wide. Boaz's chest was pressed hard up to the wall and his eyes were closed, taking everything the dragon had to offer. The tall stud loved getting fucked as hard as he fucked others, which was partially why he was such a tease in the gym. His dick was pressed up against the wall, and luckily the tiles were smooth and firm since he was thrusting himself back and forth into the groin of the dragon behind him. That massive stallion dick slid up and down incessantly against the wall, stained in pre that soon washed away from the water pouring around the two.
Grep's pace tapered out to a consistent and demanding tempo, bouncing the dragon's groin beneath the tail of the stallion at a pace that had the stallion's momentum bouncing off the wall and hammering back into the groin of the dragon on the next thrust. The muscles of the stud's ass rippled with each hard smack from Grep's hips, and that horse-tail was flagged as high as possible to show his submission to the needy drake.
Keeping such a demanding pace was taking its toll on both the dragon and the stallion, and the motions soon began to slow as both moaned out their pleasure. Trying to savor the last few thrusts before his release, Grep tugged on Boaz's hips to force even part of his shaft that was inside his slit up into the other male, and the stallion only seemed to get tighter while they both built up towards their peaks.
Boaz was the first to blow against the wall. Waves of his fluid shot up his chest and over his belly from his cock being pinned so tightly. The stallion's ass tightened up like a vice around the dragon, and Grep was shoved over the edge almost instantly as he hammered home one last time. The dragon's shaft impaled the stallion completely, filling Boaz with fourteen inches of solid, black dragon-cock before the drake began releasing.
Cum poured through the bowels of the stallion quickly, the viscous fluid feeling hot and thick as it pooled within him. Boaz couldn't do much more than just quiver against the wall, panting out his lusty moans while he was stuffed so full of cock and cum. His palms pressed hard against the wall while the dragon claimed his guts, pumping incessantly with extremely powerful shots of seed. The dragon's release raged on for quite some time, and when the flow of cum subsided, he just slumped against the back of the tall stallion.
Ahearn was standing wide-eyed at the two beside him, and the third release in the shower-room soon erupted as his recently spent cock shot cum onto the floor. The water began to wash it away slowly, although there wasn't near as much as what he'd emptied into the guts of the dragon only a few minutes earlier.
Both Boaz and Grep stayed slumped against each other with Boaz pinned against the wall, basking in the afterglow of their intense fucking while the dragon stayed hilted within his trainer. The dragon still had a few minutes worth of time left, and he was going to stay balls-deep in the stallion as long as he could. His snout nuzzled up against the back of his trainer, and his paws began to roam over the muscled sides of the equine almost in an apologetic manner now that the hormones had been purged from his system.
The fully-clothed dragon shook hands with both Boaz and Ahearn, a sheepish smile spread across his snout as his breath was still trying to recover. The orange dragon looked a bit different with his business suit on, and the sated, happy smile on his lips differed tremendously from the look on that same snout when the male walked in chatting away on his cell phone.
"Thanks guys... You have no idea how much I needed that..." Grep said to the two and Ahearn gave the dragon a firm hug.
"Me and Boaz kinda figured with how hard you were fucking his ass." Ahearn said with a playful grin, looking over to his friend who had a distinct wet spot on his lycra body-suit even now. It was hard to keep yourself from leaking cum when you'd been fucked and seeded that hard. The dragon knew all too well, but he came to the gym with a spare set of boxers to replace the cum-soaked ones he would be wearing by the time he got back to work.
"See you in a few days, guys." The dragon said while releasing that hug with Ahearn and almost on cue the dragon's cell-phone rang. The dragon rolled his eyes in a good-natured manner and stepped out of the gym while talking on his phone.
The smile that was spread over this dragon's blunt snout seemed out-of-place as he walked out of this particular gym, and anyone that had seen this important-looking male anytime before could easily spot it. The orange, slick scales that covered this particular creature were somewhat flushed, and as he stepped down the stairway from the building he almost ran into a casually-dressed shark. The drake snapped out of his cell-phone conversation just in time as he slipped fluidly right around the tall fish, obviously off in his own world as he walked towards his car.
The two stallions glanced out the window at their next client and both just smirked to each other while the cycle continued yet again.
"And to think I was going to mention how full I felt now ..." Boaz said with a playful snort to Ahearn while watching the shark walk up the stairs to their gym.
The End
Grep's character is (C) Grepster and has been used (figuratively and literally) with permission.