Gym Buddies

He didn't need to do anything, not as submission washed over him, luxuriating there, in the release of the tight control that he had held over himself for so long. That was why he was more submissive in sex -- at least when he was experimenting and being playful, that was. He'd just wanted to let it all go so that he could enjoy the moment a little more, to not have to be thinking, always, about what came next.

And the vulpine wanted a partner too, ripped and muscular, who could control him, who could dominate him -- who he could trust to take their pleasure from him without much more due care or consideration for him, not at all. For he wanted to be a vessel of their pleasure, something that could be used while he was swept along for the ride.

His hard-on peeked out, aching and pink, but he paid it no mind, not as he focused on opening his mouth as wide as he could to take down every inch of horse cock that he could.

Drackonthanri grunted, spearing into Karrn's maw with raw, wild abandon as his knots swelled achingly. It was all Karrn could do to keep up with him, though he found a pace of his own too, jacking off the drake's second cock so that he had something to do with his hands. The additional pleasure seemed to send the larger dragon's thrusts stuttering and juddering and Karrn would have smirked if his mouth had not been stuffed full of dragon dick. His head swam with submission, aware that he was being watched and yet exulting in it, in that he had been the one that Drackonthanri had chosen to fuck that time.

However, he was not under any illusions at all that he would be the only one that Drackonthanri would choose to fuck, of course not. He wasn't even sure, not then, that his own stamina would live up to what the drake had in store for him...

"Unff... Your maw is good, but can you take two dicks at once?"

It sounded like a taunt and Karrn grunted around the dragon's cock even as it was dragged from his muzzle. Hauled around like a toy, he huffed as he was lifted and turned around on the bench, a leg kicking out, trying to find footing and balance himself, but he was not to be needed, not like that. For Drackonthanri had found a hole to fuck and was intent on taking it however he pleased, pinning Karrn down on his stomach that time, facing the fox and the horse who seemed to be more greatly enjoying themselves with a big length of horse dick bulging its way down the fox's throat.

Yet he watched them hungrily too, enjoying the show. If he was going to be used for public play then, damn it, he was going to take his voyeuristic pleasure too! And the drake did, whimpering and grunting, straining to keep his eyes open as the bay stallion hunched over the fox's head to hammer into his throat with long, demanding strokes, a length to dragon dick burrowing its way up deep into his backside. Unconsciously, Karrn squeezed around it, panting heavily, though it wasn't going to do him any good.

He was going to take both of Drackonthanri's dicks one way or the other and he revelled openly in the submission of it, drinking in the eyes on him, the strain of his tail hole bearing open wider and wider around just one cock. It was a big dick but he could take it, watching as the horse hefted up the fox slowly to his hind paws, seemingly struggling with the force of having such a big cock come out of his throat.

"Bend over..."

Sandor whimpered and shook his head, though it was not in protest, no, not at all. He didn't mind, though he didn't know how he was going to stretch up enough to get to the taller horse's height. It wasn't specifically that there was all that much of a height difference between them, but more that Aethon had longer legs than him, which was pretty much it. Still, he bent over and lifted his white, fluffy tail as high as he could for the stallion, flicking it teasingly back and forth against his stomach.

Though he should have been prepared for the overpowering force of the stallion's thick cock pressing into his tail hole, forcing him to stretch around him, one way or the other. It felt as if Aethon was matching the strokes of his cock, ramming deeper and deeper, to the dragon's thrusts and a delicious rush of heat flooded the fox.

If the stallion was doing that... Damn, that was hot. Hot enough to have his cock jerking and drooling pre-cum, dripping and leaking, even though he was too busy resting his paws on his thighs and trying to balance to think about it. He couldn't even spare a moment to grasp his own dick while Aethon pounded his backside, but he took every stroke anyway as they ground up and over his prostate with every slamming, driving thrust.

Aethon had to flex his hocks and bend his knees more than was strictly comfortable for him to come down to the right level to fuck the fox, but it was well worth it. Both for the position and the view as he dragged the smaller fox, lither than him, back onto his dick with every thrust, the smooth shaft thrusting deeply. He secured every inch of his cock inside the fox's tail hole, dragging him back by the hips, snorting heavily as he enjoyed the view. There was nothing quite like filling a full slut like that, the heavy musk of his arousal flooding the air, balls swinging proudly and openly between his legs.

He had nothing to hide, nothing at all, not as the smack of his hips against the fox's backside rose as if he was trying to make a point, trying to fill the workout room with his lust. Dimly, Aethon was aware that others were fucking, but, to be fair to him, there was only so much that he could focus on, even in a moment like that, raw power and arousal washing through him, stroke after stroke. And the clutch of the fox's backside was so tight, pulsing and pulling around him, that his head swam, losing his sense of self even as a smirk tugged slyly at the corner of his lips.

Fuck, he needed that. A long, deep, hard fuck, spearing into the fox again and again, feeling just how his hole clenched and pulled around him. Yet Sandor didn't have any chance at all of keeping him out, not as he revelled in the tightness of his backside, spearing deep, pushing in so roughly that the fold of his sheath, right at the base of his cock, was pressed back a little more, allowing him to grind in an additional sliver of his cock.

Every little bit... Yes. That was all he needed, locking eyes with the dragon as if they were challenging one another, even then, to fuck their submissives of the moment harder than the other. There was no true competition between them, but the lust that thrummed through the gym was surely making it harder than ever for others to merely get on with their workout. Everything devolved around them into lust and debauchery, Aethon grunting and snorting as he ploughed Sandor full with every inch of dick he had.

Drackonthanri heaved, pulling his two dicks together with one strong paw. His fingers folded around as much of the twin shafts as he could, balls aching fervently with the urge to spill his seed, though the moment was not right, not quite yet. He drew back enough so that the heads of his dicks pressed up to the dragon's tail hole, drooling thick pre-cum, need rising more and more.

Yet Karrn still bellowed out a roar as his cock jetted off, trapped between his belly and the bench, losing control as Drackonthanri slammed into him, forcing his body to comply. It was only the slick mess of pre-cum that let him grind in so easily, but there was still a tightness there, a sense that any more and Karrn would have been shoved right past his limits.

"Watch them..." He rumbled, pressing Karrn's head forward, forcing him lightly to watch the stallion and the fox. "You want my dicks but they're stretching you out far more than even that stallion's cock is... Feel every inch!"

He slammed in, humping and grinding, though he had to put a lot of effort into using the full length of both cocks at once, pleasure mounting more and more, swelling to that peak. And yet the dragon held himself there, not wanting to spill over the edge, using the tight hole as he broke in Karrn. It did not help that his double knots pressed up against Karrn's tail hole with every thrust, though it did not quite look like he was going to be able to grind both in that time. A pity, really, but he didn't want to fully break Karrn, no. The drake under him squealed, breathless from trying to take him. But the dragon had already made his choice there.

The drake would tighten back up again...probably. Yet there was a joy in feeling as if he was the only one to ever fuck him like that, the one who would ruin him, completely and utterly.

Karrn howled, broken lusciously, tongue lashing out against the side of his muzzle, though he was not entirely present with himself. There was just too much going on, slick pre-cum hot in his tail hole and need coursing through. Even though he was cumming, he didn't feel as if he had any relief, the grunts and groans of the horse and fox enjoying themselves filling the air, swelling as if there was to be no room left for anything else. The thick scent of musk wound around him as he inhaled deeply, trying to ease the strain in his lungs, but nothing softened it at all as his backside stretched, as if fit to burst.

Of course, that was not really going to happen, though the dragon could not remember the last time that he had been stretched open for quite that long and quite that hard. The overly sensitive burn of his hole made him want to thrust back onto the dragon's cocks even when he did not think that he could take anymore, his cock hard and leaking more and more pre-cum, perhaps even true cum mixed in with it. Yet he could not do anything, pinned under Drackonthanri, the dragon so thickly muscular that he doubted that he would even have the strength to bear back against him if he had been free to do so.

Karrn did not have to be free to do so, however, not at all. He luxuriated in being pinned, in having the dragon's weight on his back, crudely shoving his tail up and off to the side, well out of the way to get both cocks in his arse at once. He shuddered, eyes on the fox, though they were mistier than they had been before, licking his lips, trying to do anything possible to root himself in the moment, though it was up to Drackonthanri to sweep him away in another orgasm before his own climax.

Sandor, however, did not have such qualms, not as his cock bobbed freely before him, moaning, his jaws hanging open. With every thrust that the horse gave, powering into his vulnerable backside, he tried to hump back, eyes fixed on the join of the dragons' bodies, even though there was a tail and a hip and buttocks in the way. He could imagine it and he could certainly hear the slop of the two cocks powering deep, even if he was quite happy to take Aethon's dick too.

He didn't think he could have been stretched that far, letting more and more pleasure rise in him as Aethon hunched down over him, his snorts growing more and more feral, more and more demanding. Yet the stallion would take everything that he wanted from the fox's body and more, Sandor willingly submitting, tugging his arms exhilaratingly against his bondage as if he had to remind himself of his place.

And yet it was Aethon who climaxed first, the fervour of his strokes suddenly speeding up, hips bouncing off the vulpine's backside, making good use of the softer flesh he had there. The stallion snorted, nostrils rippling softly, even though there was nothing soft about the rougher, harsher thrusts, cramming in his dick while ecstasy throbbed and flowed.

He climaxed, however, almost at the same time as the dragon, Drackonthanri bellowing just as Aethon shrilled out a whinny, tail thrashing, trying to stomp but needing to keep both hooves firmly on the ground. The fox was relying on him to stay upright, his backside thrust back to draw Sandor into the curve of his body, legs threatening to buckle, hocks flexed. Yet he spent ropes of hot, sticky cum deeply up where it belonged, into the unprotected fox's tail hole, slickening it with a heavy load that was truly becoming of a stallion like him.

Sandor took it all, whimpering and moaning breathlessly, though it sounded as if he didn't have all that much left in him anyway, thrust into orgasm, wonderfully not in control of his body. The fox would have toppled to the floor if the horse had not been holding him up, though Aethon wasn't doing all that great in that respect either, fingers hooked into the ties of Sandor's makeshift bondage to give himself a little leverage as his tail flagged proudly.

Yet the grand spectacle of Drackonthanri cumming was to be enjoyed by all, the dragon spurting and filling his partner with not one but two loads of cum. His knots throbbed, clasped in the dragon's clutch as he squeezed them, giving Karrn, at least, some mercy and not trying to grind them in, not even at the point of ecstasy. Karrn moaned out weakly as his tail hole was taken, cum forced to drool and spurt back out along the length of the twin dicks shoved into him, but he had no say in the matter, deliciously so. Not even as the blue dragon's cock twitched and drooled, his body broken through another orgasm even while he was cream-pied, Drackonthanri ramming his cocks deep and staying there while he ejaculated every last drop of his seed.

"Unnnff..." Drackonthanri shuddered, wings flared, muscles bulging. "Such a tight hole... Not anymore though."

Karrn shuddered under him, but couldn't even let his jaw hang open for any words to slip out. Dimly, he fixed his hazy gaze on the fox, the stallion's cock slopping out of him, cum dripping down the white fox's legs, though they didn't know one another's names. They didn't have to. Not as the dragon spent his load under Karrn's tail, filling him up to such a point that his lower stomach felt thick and heavy, bloated.

Only when Drackonthanri pulled out, however, did Karrn see the true nature of his filling, just how much cream slopped from his overly stretched, strained hole, how his heart pounded in the aftermath. Sexual satisfaction washed through him and yet he was present for every last bit of it, licking his lips weakly and giving a broken kind of chuckle, his body and mind struggling to find the "right" course of action for that moment.

All while Drackonthanri smirked and let everyone see what he had done, how thick drools of cum spilt from Karrn's tail hole, marking the underside of his tail, the bench, his thighs. A staff member muttered something about having a mess to clean up, but it was not for the dragons to worry about.

For everyone that mattered that day had found a new gym buddy who would not be all that helpful in their workouts, but certainly so when it came to other matters. And there was no one there that would leave the gym unsatisfied either.

Between lust and raw, male bodies, passion would always be found.