Deep within the mountains of Katana World, surrounded and sealed off by misty valleys and enormous trees, a village of ninja warriors resided and rested, training day in and day out. Sporting tight, muscular bodies, the legion of ninja were always ready to accept missions from throughout the monster worlds, taking on tasks ranging from rescue missions to even assassinations for the right price. The quality of their work was impeccable, and so were the men themselves.

One of those former men was Mizaru, a trained black dragon swordsman whose arsenal of blades was revered and feared in equal measure. Before becoming a servant of Tenbu, and later Binding, his agile swordplay had felled lesser monsters in Dungeon World, clashed with the finest weapons of Danger World's crafters, and even went toe to toe with Drum's father in a legendary duel where his own Katana blade had almost defeated the elders own Drum Bunker.

In contrast to his past self, the dragon that was making his way back into the village was significantly better trained, even more so than back during his duel. His muscles were taut and permanently primed for combat, including his long black cock, swaying in his fundoshi even while soft as he ran to the village. He would usually wear his full armor, but to mask his demonic magic, and to show off his body, he sported nothing but sandals and a red fundoshi that barely contained his penis as he sprinted full speed to his old training grounds.

When he finally made it to the village, he was delighted to see that the tiny town was as busy as ever. Men clad in skin tight uniforms chatted and spared under sunlit trees, and the sounds of the surrounding rivers gave a gentle sense of calm as they walked. He knew that eyes were on him, furtive glances at his gorgeous dragon body, some admiring him and others lusting after him. Mizaru smirked to himself, knowing that his delectable ass swayed ever so slightly with each step.

A short walk took him to his destination, a small temple for training, where he had studied under his old master, a hulking beast of a ninja named Kotaro Fuma. He took a peek in through the window and saw a familiar sight that sent his heart fluttering. As usual his master was meditating in his room, free of his usual outfit, consisting of a skin-tight ripped red shirt and combat pants, along with giant, rocket powered boots that made his famous kicks all the more deadly. Instead he was naked, his beefy blue body peacefully bobbing ever so slightly with each breath. For a moment Mizaru marveled at the cleavage of his massive pectorals, the rock-hard abs that Mizaru could only dream of, along with his mountainous thunder thighs. His broad back and shoulders, of which Mizaru had seen countless times during his training, seemed even bigger now, as if they were ready to burst.

But one thing was ready to burst, and that was his cock. His kink of "perception" made his cock harder if the people around weren't aware of his sexual activities, and with Fuma deep in concentration, he had no idea that Mizaru's boner was staining the red fabric as it ached to be free. Silently slipping the front of his fundoshi to the side, he began tugging at his boner, catching his dripping precum with his free hand as he worked his cock. There he stood, admiring a beautiful specimen of a man, gloriously buff and trained, all while the object of his affection sat completely unaware. His former teacher, and unbeknownst to anyone his former lover, was being worshiped and studied like a work of art.

But Mizaru knew that he had to be careful jerking off in broad daylight, even if he was almost too horny to care. Stuffing his erection back in his sole piece of clothing, Mizaru quietly opened the doors to the temple, and Fuma popped one eye open, only to bounce up to his feet once he saw who had come to visit.

"Mizi, I can't believe it's you!" he bellowed as he ran over to his former pupil, crashing into the smaller dragon and crushing him in a bear hug. It took all of Mizaru's strength to keep from falling over, but he enjoyed the feel of Fuma's bulging muscles regardless. Before he could get a word in he found his lips claimed by Fuma's, his mouth being utterly dominated from the deep, passionate kiss they shared. Trapped in Fuma's warm embrace, Mizaru leaned into the kiss, savoring Fuma's clean forest smell, and the sensation of being squeezed by those giant arms that had tossed, grabbed, and rubbed him countless times.

When they finally separated, Fuma took in Mizaru's body with lustful, leering eyes, gazing at the chiseled abs and creamy white pecs. His hands began to travel down, eventually landing on the red fabric barely covering Mizaru's throbbing manhood.

"Did you come back so you could get your cock reacquainted with my hole?" Fuma asked with a quick peck, moving his lips to the crook of Mizaru's neck. His kisses were warm, and his hands warmer, but Mizaru had another goal in mind, which was interrupted as the doors to the dojo flew open once again, freezing the two men in their tracks. Their heads whipped back to look at the opened door, as well as the small green dragon looking on in annoyance.

With a thin, yet muscled body, the tiny boy's green scales were a beautiful shade of emerald green, with blue slits for eyes staring at them both, as his arms held a basket of fresh fruit. His fundoshi also seemed fresh, stained from sweat, with the damp fabric giving a peek at this pink cock.

"Um, Gyokuryu, this is my old student Mizaru!" chirped Fuma, whose blush nearly covered his entire face. Taking a quick glance at the two, the dragon gave a quick sigh and a bow before walking away into the rest of the small building, creating a tension thick enough to cut with a kunai.

"It's okay, he knows that I like to have fun with other men." Fuma said as he reluctantly let go of his former pupil, holding his hand and leading Mizaru into the kitchen they had prepared so many meals in. Mizaru's feet remembered the creaky wooden floors, and the song of the birds chirping in the trees. He knew that he would have to corrupt his former teacher, but he also knew that one of his goals would be to help preserve the beauty of his master's old dojo where they had trained and loved.

"Is the little guy a new student of yours?" Mizaru asked softly.

"He sure is, and an amazing one at that!" beamed Fuma, his arms bulging as he talked. "He passed all of his ninja exams already, and is even going on missions now!"

"Like the mission that I should be preparing for tomorrow." Gyokuryu said from the kitchen, followed by the sounds of sizzling and an intoxicatingly sweet smell. Following my nose, I walked into the the smell of a sweet curry boiling away in a pot, while a now derobed Gyokuryu, clad in only tight black training shorts, stirred with focus.

"Do you mind if I get a taste of that curry?" Mizaru asked gently, noting the slight blush on Gyokuryu's cheeks as I asked.

With a simple head nod the smaller dragon stepped aside, and Mizaru came from behind, clasping one large hand on his shoulder as the black dragon took a spoon and sampled the delicious meal. Making sure his bulge was pressed against the small of his back, Mizaru leaned in carefully as he sipped, and felt Gyokuryu's body ever so slightly press into his own.

"It's better than anything we could've put together, isn't it?!" Fuma bellowed, his eyes beaming with pride at his pupil.

"Trust me, we've tasted each other's cooking and he's absolutely right!" Mizaru replied, winking at Gyokuryu who gave a warm smile in return, before preparing their plates of curry and rice for the three to enjoy at the table.

The rest of the night was one of relaxation and seemingly endless chatter. From their natural chemistry, along with a healthy serving of sake, Gyokuryu gradually opened up, his reserved demeanor slowly fading away into one of shy yet energetic embarrassment. Fuma regaled the black dragon warrior with tales of their training, snagged fundoshis and unfortunate incidents with slippery fish a plenty, along with many moments of hard fought battles that the boy had won. He was undeniably skilled, and as he started to dance around drunkenly, Mizaru noticed that he was undeniably hung.

Mizaru wanted to corrupt him as well, but knew that he needed his mentor to be under Mizaru's grip first to do so. Once the men were done with dinner, bellies full and their bodies tired and freshly washed, the demonic dragon's chance finally came, watching as Gyokuryu's full chest bobbed up and down with each soft breath, along with Fuma's ear-splitting snores filling his ears. Clearly Gyokuryu had learned to deal with Fuma's noise, and it made it easy for him to begin his plan, slipping greedy hands into Fuma's fundoshi, feeling the giant cock.

The shaft grew in his grasp, slowly growing to its full 11 inches, along with the massive head that oozed with slick, sticky precum. Still sound asleep, Mizaru felt Fuma's manhood rise in his hands as the veiny organ pulsed. He was thick enough that Mizaru needed both hands to wrap around the shaft, and knew from experience that having it in his ass took an agonizing amount of prep to get ready to take it.

But this time the dragon wasn't interested in his cock. Throwing the covers of his mat to the side, he made his way down to those full, hairy balls, licking and kissing them as his smaller hands tugged at Fuma's meaty dick. He had always loved the sweaty orbs, from the first time they made love, to their last fuck session before he returned to Dragon World, and this time was no different. From the musk of his sweat, to the smooth skin of his uncut shaft, it was at once familiar and so intensely erotic as Gyokuryu gently snoozed away just a few feet away.

And then, he finally awoke.

Mizaru heard the familiar grumbles of his deep, rumbling voice as he slowly came to consciousness, his hands gripping Mizaru's head. Mizaru looked up at those groggy eyes, sensing his blush without fully seeing it. The moonlight from the window cast his face in an ethereally beautiful glow that made Mizaru want to kiss him right then and there, but instead he dove further down to Fuma's asshole, freshly bathed, and still slightly hot with sweat.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Fuma hissed, but Mizaru ignored the giant, instead kissing his tight pink hole and tickiling it with his tongue. The dragon felt him loosen, squirming as his sensitive hole experienced a tongue bath courtesy of the skilled mouth that he had helped train. Light smooches to the inside of his ass made him loosen further in spite of himself, and his soft moans were stifled by his fist, biting down slightly to keep his own voice from giving them away to his mentee who continued to sleep soundly, unaware of what was going on.

"I…what the hell are you thinking?" Fuma growled, only to moan in spite of himself as Mizaru slipped two fingers into his wet ass. He made his way to Fuma's prostate, poking at his innermost pleasure spot with reckless abandon, burying his fingers knuckle deep inside the warm, moist ass. Fuma threw his head back onto the sleeping mat, and Mizaru could tell that he was beginning to come under Mizaru's control. Mizaru's gift of "sneakiness" made his victim easier to control if there were others in the area, unaware of the sexual debauchery right in front of them. It was certainly working on Fuma, and his sweaty body was all the evidence that he needed.

Finally, Mizaru felt him clamp down on his fingers, and knew that Fuma was finally ready for the last stage of his plan. Feeling Mizaru's fingers slowly retreat from his asshole, Fuma gave a small moan at the sudden emptiness, spreading his legs to show off his now open hole. His hands went to his nipples, and he bucked his hips up and down, desperate to use his cock on Mizaru's ass.

"Damnit Mizaru," huffed Fuma. "Come climb on my lap already so I can cum!"

But instead, Mizaru forced Fuma's legs up, and Fuma gasped in surprise as Mizaru kneeled close to him, with Mizaru's lower half already stripped, and his own black member leaking rubbed up against Fuma's opening, smearing it with semen, and Fuma's body responded in kind. Angling his body, Mizaru kissed Fuma, silencing him as he slid in. Fuma groaned and his own manhood twitched, but Mizaru continued to push into the larger man, until he was balls deep inside of his body.

Once he was fully inside, Mizaru yelped in surprise as Fuma grabbed his hips with those humongous hands, trapping Mizaru and forcing hiscock to remain fully hilted inside of the tight, velvety ass. Taking control of his body, Fuma forced him away, until only the head remained inside of him, before shoving Mizaru back into his ass with full force. He was taken aback as he was used as Fuma's fuck toy, their bodies slapping roughly, and the scent of sex slowly dominating the room.

"Fuma, you might wake up Gyokuryu!" Mizaru said under my breath, but Fuma didn't care, continuing to ram Mizaru balls deep inside of him with rough, desperate thrusts.

"He can handle my snoring, so he can definitely sleep through this!" Fuma responded, and in the heat of the moment Mizaru decided to trust his intuition. A small part of his mind still wondered if Fuma was correct, but let his cock do the thinking, and then began to regain control, his hands moving to Fuma's full pecs. He grabbed the meaty pillows and began to thrust, pounding at the muscular bottom with all his strength. Under Mizaru's body Fuma cooed and moaned, begging for more of Mizaru's brutal beating which Mizaru gave him with little issue. The black cock was sliding through him with ease, and the head of Mizaru's cock was beginning to be consumed by a familiar tingling sensation. The two kissed and their tongues fought for dominance, while their members leaked pre without stopping.

"You gettin' ready to shoot?" Fuma grumbled, kissing Mizaru's cheeks and driving him even closer to orgasm. Mizaru was ready to unleash my load, until Fuma patted his ass cheeks, tapping out to make Mizaru stop. Reluctantly, he slowed his hips, until we were both staring deep into each other's eyes. Wordlessly, Fuma grabbed Mizaru up, pulling him out of his hole. He silently walked over to Gyokuryu's bed, getting to his knees while remaining upright, his own member pointed at the green dragon's face. He reached back to spread himself, and Mizaru knew what to do.

Kneeling behind Fuma, Mizaru lined his cock with the tight hole and pushed back inside, hands reaching for those meaty pecs and holding them tight as Mizaru slammed into his insides. Fuma held his own huge dick in both of his hands as the duo knelt together, his back sweaty against Mizaru's pecs, and Mizaru's nipples rubbing against Fuma's now wet skin.

"I'm gonna cum, Mizaru." whispered Fuma innefectually, his voice drowned out by the sounds of flesh slapping aginst flesh, his ass jiggling from the force of my fucking. Wordlessly Mizaru's hands pinched each of his nipples, tugging on them as far as they could go, and was rewarded with the ninja hunk's huge orgasm. He heard some of his semen hit the floor far away from the bed, and felt the ninja's hole tighten. Despite the clamping of his ass, Mizaru sped up and bit down on his shoulder as the dragon climaxed as well, feeling seed shoot deep into his bowels. Once he had satisfied his lust, he huffed and groaned as his body shivered in pleasure, until he felt his member beginning to go soft, releasing himself from Fuma's vice grip and savoring the now cum-slicked hole.

Looking on at Gyokuryu, the boy was still fast asleep, albeit with a healthy dose of semen stripes lining his face and covers. Silently the two worked their tongues over the rookie's helpless form, gathering up Fuma's hot load, and sharing it between their mouths once they were done cleaning up. He hugged Mizaru close, overwhelming the demon dragon's nose with his masculine, earthy scent. Reaching up to his neck to pull him closer, Mizaru felt the familiar cool steel of master's chains around it. MizaruI was in bliss, from the sex, and from having had won over Fuma yet again.


The next day was one of anticipation and training, as Fuma made an important announcement over their breakfast of fish and salad.

"Tonight will be your final trial, my boy!" Fuma happily bellowed, with Gyokuryu's jaw going slack in shock, while Mizaru giggled from the young dragon's reaction, whose tail began to wag wildly from excitement.

"Do you…do you really mean it, sir!" he stammered, hopping up and giving Fuma a bear hug once he got confirmation of his final test, courtesy of Fuma's signature toothy grin.

Ten hours later, his face was sporting a deep frown, and his eyes were looking at two thick and leaking cocks. Standing in the middle of the village square's sparring mat, the cool breeze on their scales and skin, the trio stood naked in the night air, while the other ninja all slept soundly in their dojos and houses. With nothing but the moonlight illuminating the serene village, Mizaru and Fuma's hard penises stood proud, the gleam of pre-cum on their cock heads making them even more delectable to Gyokuryu's curious and fearful eyes.

"Your task will be a three way between us all." Fuma whispered, placing a hand on Gyokuryu's shoulder. The small green ninja looked at his giant hand with fear, and gave a small yelp as Fuma pushed him down, Gyokuryu getting to his knees before the two men. He stared at their cocks, gulping as he took in the size and girth, gently wrapping a hand around each shaft. His right hand was comically small when attempting to grab Fuma's manhood, while he just barely managed his left hand around Mizaru's black shaft.

"Sir, is this a true test of a ninja's skills?" Gyokuryu said, looking around for anyone who may catch them in their lewd act.

"A good ninja knows how to be silent, going undetected." Mizaru said to him with a gentle pat to his head. "Sex is often hard and loud, esspecially once you reach orgasm."

"And now you have to make us orgasm as quietly as you can!" Fuma whispered. With his eyes focused, Gyokuryu got to work, jerking them both off with his soft hands. Mizaru let out soft moans as Gyokuryu attempted to please the men, and decided to take his hands and put them to use. The dragon's skilled fingers went for Fuma's nipples, stepping aside so he could tug and tease them. With two cocks on either side of him now, Gyokuryu found his cheeks kissed by their members, small strings of precum dangling from each cheek while he continued to please their members, earning even more of their sticky, salty fluids on his body.

With a slight pause, his mouth turned towards Fuma's erection, licking at the head and getting his first taste of his master's semen. Fuma shivered as he found the sensation of his student's tongue irresistible, thrusting his hips forward unconsciously. Gasping at the sudden movement, Gyokuryu momentarily stopped, fearful of the gargantuan cock.

"Don't worry." Mizaru said soothingly, pushing his own member in the tiny dragon's face. "You can try mine if Fuma is too big for you."

He took the advice with glee, kissing Mizaru's cock gratefully. He ran his wet, hot tongue along Mizaru's veiny length, and teased the full, smooth balls with both hands. The two watched him slowly open his mouth, and make the first few inches of the black cock vanish inside of his mouth. Fuma and Mizaru were impressed by his skill, until they heard an all too familiar sound of gagging. It was the same one Mizaru had heard countless times back in Dragon World, and made sure to give the boy a soft, gentle smack to his cheeks for his foolishness.

"Try to take as much as you can." he said with a smirk, and Gyokuryu's pleading eyes looked up at Mizaru. He slowly retreated to a comfortable length, and the older man gave him slow thrusts into his mouth in return.

"Hey, your master wants some lovin' too!" Fuma growled, and grabbed his own cock, smacking it against the back of Gyokuryu's head, his impotence palpable. Reaching over to his engorged meatstick, Gyokuryu delivered a flurry of kisses to the cock, and earned himself a few spurts of pre onto his face. The man was close to cumming, and Mizaru knew that he loved to groan and whine as he did so.

"Hey, how about we gag this big guy for a bit?" exclaimed Mizaru to Gyokuryu with a smack to Fuma's giant ass, and Fuma unleashed a deep, guttural growl. The beefcake ninja got to his knees on the cold stone of the mat, and his ass was as delectable as ever. Mizaru wanted to enter him again, but as he began to kneel down, Mizaru self shoved aside, with Gyokuryu beating the tall dragon to the punch. Huffing impatiently, Gyokuryu spread the round globes of flesh apart and dove down to kiss and slurp the tight orifice, with his hands working Fuma's cock with fury. Mizaru took it upon himself to silence Fuma's moaning with his own manhood, burying it deep into Fuma's gullet and embracing the tight and slippery hole.

Fuma grabbed fistfuls of Mizaru's ass with one hand, the other keeping himself up while his student pressed the head of his own cock up against Fuma's pucker. The boy slid in with ease from his rimming, pushing in and burying his cock balls deep with a loud, satisfied sigh.

"How's your first asshole feeling on your dick?" asked Mizaru as he too thrusted into Fuma, enjoying the feel of the ninja's skilled tongue.

"It's better than I ever imagined!" Gyokuryu said, pumping in with speed. His master groaned into Mizaru's shaft as Mizaru pumped into his eager throat, and both of his holes were occupied, busy pleasing two energetic cocks. The smacks of Gyokuryu's hips on his master's ass grew louder, but Fuma didn't seem to notice or care. All the while the other ninja slept soundly, unaware that there was a three way spitroast right outside of their doors.

Fuma's body began to adjust to being used by the two dragons, and Mizaru could tell that the man was finally close to blowing his load. Gyokuryu pressed up against Fuma's body, his feet resting on Fuma's calves as he knelt over Fuma's back, their bodies pressed to each other. Mizaru's own meatstick was close to shooting its own load as well, and the three grunted and moaned with reckless abandon as their bodies sped up, and their cocks grew more sensitive. They were making so much noise that they were almost certain to have woken up a few of the ninja sleeping in the village, but they didn't stop, instead thrusting harder and faster, until the trio finally shot thier loads!

Fuma was the first to cross over the line, his cock spewing hot shots of semen all over the ground, tightening his ass for his boy. Gyokuryu spewed his load next, with his cock pumping deep into his older, larger mentor as he hung his head low, heaving from his first orgasm inside of the thick muscle man.

"How about you seal the deal with a nice double facial?" Binding asked Mizaru telepathically. He nodded, gripping Fuma's face for a bit of hard fucking, watching Fuma's eyes water and his throat gag and struggle as he chocked on the meat before Mizaru yanked his manhood out, jerking it in front of Fuma's face.

"Hey kid, get over here and take this load too!" Mizaru shouted, and Gyokuryu slowly released his cock from Fuma's grip. The hole dripped a sizable amount of semen, and Fuma wiggled his hips, enjoying the warm load dripping down his ass and balls as his student got to his hands and knees next to him. Heaving in pleasure, he looked down at them both, chains adorning both of their necks now, and gave one last gasp as he shot my load, coating both of their faces. Mizaru heard his semen splatter on their faces, and watched as they kissed and swapped what landed on their outstretched tongues. The sight of the two was intensely lewd, but they didn't care, leaving the semen uncleaned, both on their bodies and on the ground once they got up and walked to their dojo for even more fun to celebrate Gyokuryu's passing grade. Mizaru knew that the villagers would be angered at the large spots of semen lining the ground, but they would never know who had left them, and that made his powers grow like he had never imagined!

They had gotten away with a public threesome in front of an entire village, but the true show was yet to come, as Binding and Mizaru both knew. Mizaru had two whores all to myself, and now had to prep them for the grand orgy to come!