For a stud like Drum, mornings were a time of relaxation, and preparing for a hard day of training his mind and body. Usually, he sauntered out of bed, fully naked as usual, preparing himself a breakfast of granola and milk, looking out at the rising sun as it dyed the fields and stones of the buildings a deep, pristine orange. While his mind was calmed and relaxed, his ears picked up the sounds of students' insides being dyed white with semen, as some of the elder dragons trained their proteges. Younger dragons had their legs raised up in the air as older teachers pummeled them in deep, overpowering mating presses on the grass, while others stuck their asses high up into the air as they got on their hands and feet, feeling both the stretch of their muscles, as well as the stretch of their assholes, forced apart by thicker, bigger dicks than the ones that spewed semen onto the training mats.
Closing his eyes, he took in the sounds and scents of the men fucking and training, grateful to experience this feeling of unbridled peace. Ever since Binding turned him into a Sex Lord, the act of seeing, hearing, and experiencing sex with other men became a key aspect of his life, even in the training of his body, and he knew that he wanted plenty of man on man fucking today. His morning continued with a trip to the meditation hall, his body still as a log, as a disciple of one of the temples, an especially cute War Hammer Dragon, gently massaged Drum's entire body. The smaller dragon's hands groped and kneaded Drum's huge ass cheeks, marveling at the bouncy, doughy asscheeks that tempted the green warrior. Each glimpse at Drum's pink hole made the nude massage therapist's cock jump in anticipation, even as he continued up Drum's muscled body. From the ridges of Drum's back, to the broad shoulders, Drum's form was the apex of masculinity to War Hammer, rivaled only by Drum's father and Binding.
"Would you like me to massage any other parts of your body, sir?" War Hammer asked, trying not to let his nervousness show through his words. He still gulped loudly as Drum flipped his body over, his face calm, and his massive man meat pointing upwards, the erection lightly pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
"I take it you're experience with massaging cocks, correct?" Drum asked, lightly chuckling to himself as War Hammer dove straight for his cock, gorging himself on a full seven inches before his greedy throat began to gag. The tightness was incredible, but Drum still grabbed the dragon's head and yanked it away from his man meat, watching War Hammer heave and cough with a slight smile.
"Just focus on taking what you can, little man." Drum praised, patting the smaller dragon on the back as he grinned. Blushing and averting his gaze, War Hammer returned to the prized member, gently licking the shaft as his hands massaged Drum's gargantuan balls. Lightly coated in hair, the red orbs were warm to the touch, as was the ass breaking cock that War Hammer licked and prodded with his tongue. Drum moaned gratefully, letting his body relax while War Hammer's maw began to surround his girthy length.
At first War Hammer took it slow, very quickly feeling his jaw begin to cramp from the sheer amount of cock he had to suck. It felt as if his jaws were being yanked apart, yet he continued, bobbing his head on the first three inches, all the while keeping his hands busy with those giant testicles. Drum cooed lightly, enjoying the attention to his sensitive shaft, pre cum flowing into War Hammer's throat, and the green dragon's eyes lightly wet from tears as he ignored the light pain of having such an enormous dick spreading his mouth.
Leaving one hand on the warm balls, War Hammer's second hand worked on the remaining inches of the hard cock, running the back of his hand against the veiny member, feeling it against his cool scales. Even grasping it was difficult, as his hand couldn't fully wrap around the bulging penis. Despite his tiny hands, he still managed to attempt a handjob while his tongue began to lightly lap at the urethra of Drum's cock while he coaxed it further and further towards orgasm. Completely relaxed, Drum was close to releasing his load to reward his expert massage therapist, and closed his eyes as he let his body take control. In the middle of slowly working his way down, War Hammer suddenly felt a hot shot of semen hit the back of his throat, the green dragon gagging slightly as he tried to catch up to Drum's incredible loads. Drum's balls tightened as he worked to pump cum down War Hammer's throat, who stayed still, letting the creamy load overwhelm him as he tried to swallow, until his stomach was thoroughly stuffed with Drum's cream. By the time Drum had finished his orgasm, hearing War Hammer gasp in appreciation as his cock slipped out of the stretched maw, he felt light and relaxed in every part of his body. Bouncing off of the massage table with a yawn, he patted War Hammer on the head, taking a quick glance at his slack jaw dripping cum in a large puddle, before leaving to continue his day of training and fucking with his fellow dragons!
Walking out of the temple, his body completely naked and his cock swaying with each step, his energy was boundless and his mood was high. A couple of young Fly Trap Dragons waved as they screwed each other on the steps, their eyes glued to Drum's cock as it bounced and jiggled while Drum walked downwards. The brute gave his junk a grab to give the small dragons some fanservice, and even as they continued to grind against each other the two gasped like fangirls as Drum acknowledged them.
"What the hell is there to do today?" Drum asked himself as he walked towards the Grand Dragon Fields, the same grassy plains that he had trained and fucked in for years with his father and other dragons. However, as he passed by the training stadiums, he spotted a hunky dragon, looking suspiciously over his shoulder. Intrigued, Drum hid behind a pillar as he watched the mysterious hunk at work, and began to get hard as
Sporting black shorts that hugged his huge bubble butt, a black dragon was eagerly yanking his cock, huffing as he shot a huge load all over the door of the stadium. The steel was quickly stained with the sticky jizz, only to be covered with a colorful, and seemingly hastily made poster. Taking a few more quick glances around, the huge black dragon dashed away, his cock still swaying as it jutted from the tight jean shorts.
Making sure the coast was clear, Drum sauntered over to the mysterious poster, gazing at the crudely drawn image of him and the mystery dragon, both naked and flexing their muscles.
"The ultimate dragon showdown in the Battle Plaza." Drum whispered to himself. The poster claimed that the mystery brute, apparently named Batzz, challenged Drum for the title of Sex Lord, in two weeks in the main Battle Plaza, an arena devoted to exhibition matches and orgies. Drum was a regular judge of both judo matches and group sex sessions, and was notorious for never losing a match, except to Binding and his father. The thought of besting this upstart aroused Drum, making his girthy cock twitch in excitement.
Back at home, with his hand resting on his father's cock, Drum wondered if he should accept the challenge, as his own father caressed him, running his hands over Drum's pecs.
"Why are you even bothering yourself with this young fool, my son?" Fang Slade asked with a light kiss, his manhood hardening.
"Something about the way he moved, he was so bold and sure of himself." Drum responded, remembering the huge ass, and the way it stretched the black jean shorts out. He wanted so badly to touch it, to taste the tender, tight pucker that lie in between those cheeks. His hands made his way to his father's own ass, and let the sound of the DILF's moans fill his ears.
"Maybe I'll know what to do once I'm done with my midnight snack!" Drum said, gazing downwards. Knowing what his horny son wanted, Fang flipped over, his red asscheeks on full display. Diving headfirst, Drum's tongue lapped at Fang Slade's asshole with a passion, licking at the pink pucker with energetic strokes of his tongue. Fang grabbed the pillows, with his hips swaying, desperate to feel the warm, wet tongue on his asshole.
Drum loved eating his father's hole, kissing the insides of Fang Slade's buttcheeks, mesmerized by the sensation of those beautiful round mounds. He felt Fang jiggle them as his face lie in between the same ass that he had kissed countless times, and slipped his tongue into his father.
"God you always knew how to eat my hole son!" Fang murmured as his face fell into the pillow, moaning into it as Drum made a meal out of his backside. The thick tongue drove itself deeper into his anus, and a pair of hands massaged his ass cheeks with a fervor. He soon felt the sharp pain of a spank, both of them stinging as his son's hands came down on them. A rhythm developed, the heat of pain shifting between cheeks, left then right, both hot and sensitive while his hole was wet and loosened.
Soon Drum felt a pressure at the back of his head, his father's tail pressing his head down, his tongue sinking further into the smooth, velvety hole. The beast lost himself as his mind focused solely on pleasing his father's ass, and began to feel the pucker tighten and spasm. He didn't need to hear Fang's moans to know that his father had shot his load, the tightening of the ass being all the confirmation he needed. It was such a prideful, satisfying moment, knowing that even the man who created him was powerless against Drum's sexual skills.
It was then that Drum knew that he had to take the challenge. As he turned out the lights, and felt his father's arms, heavy and sluggish, wrap around him and bring him close, Drum's mind buzzed in anticipation. Two men, snuggled and warm against each others' embrace, knowing that soon they would be watching passionate sex, and in the case of Drum, doing more than watching.
"I'm gonna take the challenge!" Drum murmured before drifting off to sleep, his head resting against the rock hard pecs of his dear father. A quick peck to the back of his head later, Drum finally drifted off to sleep, nude and satisfied.
"Yo boss, I just got back from the village and all the posters got marked up!" a high pitched voice shouted, a piece of paper flapping behind him in his hand. He ran into a grand, abandoned hall, with a group of dragons paling around and rough housing. The largest dragon of all, a black, nearly naked dragon named Batzz, currently had one of his friends, a green and short dragon named Delta, trapped in a friendly headlock.
"Yo Pentar, he said yes to the match?!" Batzz happily shouted as his tiny companion ran into their headquarters. Their housing was expansive, which was to be expected from the massive space, formerly a meeting hall, and now housing a group of ragtag young monsters who spent their time cleaning and serving the dragons of the Armordragon village. Usually the others barely noticed them, but now they had a chance to make a name for themselves.
"Maybe the bastard knows that he's gonna lose, boss!" a small black and white dragon responded as Batzz released Delta from his grip. Grabbing the flier from Pentar, Batzz looked at the message in red ink.
"Get ready for a beatdown and a fuck-down!" Batzz growled, repeating the message scrawled across the poster in red ink. He grabbed his boyfriend, the black and white dragon blushing as Batzz scooped him up and kissed him deeply on the lips, forcing his tongue down the dragon's maw as they kissed. His partner hugged Batzz close, as the smaller monster struggled, nearly knocked over by the larger dragon's sheer size.
"Boss, you're gonna make that guy into a total fool!" Batzz's boyfriend responded as their mouths finally separated.
"Fuck yeah, Panda!" Pentar added on, clapping his friend's thigh and jumping up for joy. The lower class monsters fantasized about this day, of finally getting a chance to show that they were good for more than cleaning up semen and trash. Other monsters only noticed them when the either needed to dump trash or dump a load, leaving them constantly fucked and tired, walking home after the workday with tired muscles, and loosened asses. Batzz however, took notice of their techniques, especially the big cocked stud Drum, and was now ready to make his skills known to the very village that he cleaned and served!
"We've got two weeks to train before I have to go show my stuff!" Batzz said with a grin on his face, ripping off his jean shorts and letting his heavy manhood hang low, grabbing the attention of all his friends, their eyes tracking the bright pink head as it slowly rose up, until his cock reached full mast, standing proudly at attention. They had all seen and been plowed by Batzz's babymaker before, frequently feeling it shoot inside of them as it spread their asshole apart day after day.
"Now, who wants to help me and my big dick train?" Batzz asked, only for his smattering of pals to knock him over, their eyes hungry for his trained body.
"We're gonna train every day!" Panda said, kissing his boyfriend on his cock head.
"And those stupid village dragons won't know what hit 'em!" Delta added.
And so, for the next two week, Batzz was worked to the bone day by day as he spent hours mopping, sweeping, and carrying garbage bags in place of his friends. He felt other men staring at his new black jockstrap, but the silky fabric left his ass exposed for other men to use as he cleaned. While he got to his knees to scrub down some stone stained with dried semen, he felt a small Rock Bunker Dragon slip his cock into Batzz's tight, willing hole. Even as he was furiously humped, he dipped his head and continued to clean as his ass was smacked and violated until he had finally eradicated the stain.
Once he had dealt with the pecky stain, he thrust his hips back to slam every inch into his ass, taking his sex partner by surprise.
"Come on kid, make my ass work for that load!" Batzz teased as he continued to move his ass on the hard rod of fuckmeat, his jockstrap stained with pre as he moved his ass, eager to make his latest customer fill his black ass with hot, thick semen. He was hungry to make the dragon blow, and in what seemed like no time at all he had his partner moaning and grabbing his hips as the long haired monster shot his load.
Stuffing a few bills in between the strap of his jock and his hip, the dragon left with his cock satisfied, and with Batzz squeezing his hole to keep the cum lodged deep in his body. For the rest of the day, and for days after, he split his time between working his body as a janitor, and working his ass and cock as a free use dragon. He had his cheeks stuffed full with cum from everyone from elderly perverts to freshly trained warriors looking for a way to destress, and worked his legs and hips into overtime as he drove his cock down the throats and asses of countless monsters, leaving his body tingling in pain, but his jockstrap full of cum soaked money.
Yet his nighttime activities were just as perverted and strenuous, keeping his secual skills sharp with tools he had scrounged together (and in some cases stolen) over his years of working. His 2 foot didlo was one such item, filling his asshole as he used the semen he took as lube to let it slowly slide in as he grasped his personal dumbbell for back squats. He held his form as a full foot and a half rested inside his body, with the wide shaft keeping his hole forced apart and stinging. In spite of the pain, he slowly lifted his body up, the smooth dildo coated in the semen of countless men gliding against his anal walls while hie friends cheered him on.
"You've got 5 more reps until you break your personal record!" encouraged Panda, gazing at the cock still trapped in the black jock, desperate to break free and shower them all with cum. Instead, Batzz endured the brutal training, sweat pouring down his body until his ass slid down to the base, taking every brutal inch after he finally finished, his comrades clapping in amazement.
"A hundred dildo reps with 400 pounds of weight is insane!" Delta cheered, only to be silenced as Batzz sprang up, hoisting his giant dumbbells above his head in victory, his ass dripping cum on the floor. Batzz's gaze was fierce, and as he slowly placed his dumbbells back on the rack, his ass looked delectable to his friends. To give his fellow monsters a reward, he got to his knees, beckoning his fellow monsters to come breed him goodnight, resulting in having all of their cocks shoot semen down his throat and asshole, sending him to bed full of love, and men's loads.
Over the following days he trained his throat on the didlo until he was able to deepthroat the entire two foot behemoth without gagging, and was even able to keep the loads of 50 men in him without leaking. He and his friends were amazed by his rapid progress, and when the day finally came for him to cum in front of a massive crowd, he sauntered in with his jockstrap tight and his smile wide!
The crowd roared with excitement, all clad in either jockstraps of their own, or nothing at all as they raised their fists and cheered on the display. Batzz's crew managed to snag front row seats, gazing at his round, ebony cheeks as he walked up to the main podium, his smile wide and his boner threatening to snap the silky fabric clean off his body.
"Man, there's no way that bastard can beat me now!" Batzz said to himself as he hyped up the crowd, flexing his muscles and thrusting his crotch into the air for the horny crowd. The cheers were deafening, and music to his ears, but in an instant the roaring crowd grew even louder as his opponent entered the stadium, all confidence, and all muscles.
His massive orange pecs were dazzling to look at, the pink nipples huge and full. A pack of hard 8 pack abs complimented his beefy frame, shoulders and arms strong enough to crack a boulder, along with powerful thunder thighs that seemed bigger than some dragon's heads. But the most impressive part of his body was without a doubt his enormous baby maker, standing proudly erect, the size of Batzz's forearm and with enough of a girth to make even the most trained dragon's cry as it tore their asses apart. Batzz's grin turned to a frown of fear as Drum approached him, but he managed to quickly regain his composure, staring down the tall beefcake once he got to the podium.
"Think you're gonna give the crowd a nice show today?" Drum asked with a fierce smirk as they shook hands, his meaty paws surrounding Batzz's own hand.
"I'm gonna give everyone a good show, including you!" Batzz replied, a slight tremor in his voice as Drum stared him down. "You're gonna know what true fuckin' is when I'm done here!"
But contrary to his words, as soon as the competition started, Batzz knew that he was in for the sex fight of a life time.
The first competition was a cock sucking competition, each faced with a massive 2 foot dildo jutting outward from a steel board, gradually expanding in width until it reached a base as big as Batzz's thigh. He shivered slightly as his eyes took in the ridiculous sight, but Drum sauntered up to his own piece of equipment and knelt down, grabbing the massive dragon cock and relaxing his jaw. Not to be beaten, Batzz walked up to his own didlo, black and veiny, and forced his mouth open. The first few inches were easy, but as his mouth descended downwards he found himself quickly struggling. His gag reflex had been trained from dozens of blowjobs during work, as well as his own practice with his dildo, but in the heat of battle his jaws were fighting to stay apart.
"Remember what we taught ya' boss!" Pentar yelled, and Batzz's training kicked in. His mind raced back to the times he sat with his friends, their hands pushing his head downwards while he struggled to fill his mouth with the taste of his own ass juices coating his practice dildo. It was those practice sessions that taught him how to handle this situation, and holding his hands behind his back, he relaxed further, breathing through his nose as his windpipe was blocked by the broad member.
Crawling forward, and forcing more cock down his gullet, Batzz's eyes teared up as he felt his jaws being forced apart, the tearing sensation hot on his face. His vision went blurry from his own tears, and the black dragon slammed his eyes shut as he descended further, until the pain grew intolerable. Rushing backwards, he felt his dildo slide out of his stretched throat, flying back and gasping for air once he had fully emptied his mouth, heaving like he had just been beaten and assaulted. His hands rushed to massage his neck, while the crowd cheered for Drum, who was standing in front of him, hand outstretched to help him up.
"That was pretty great!" Drum said with a smile, his bright white fangs gleaming in the sunshine. A slight blush overtook his face, and Batzz took Drum's hand with a small grunt of appreciation. He was taken aback by Drum's strength as he seemed to fly upwards, his feet struggling to find solid ground as he sprang up.
"D-Damn he's strong!" Batzz said angrily to himself, his anger only growing once he looked at the two dildos their mouths had been fellating. While he had only managed to get about 11 inches down his dildo, Drum's was slathered in saliva, with 19 inches having slid down Drum's throat with ease.
Clapping Batzz on the back, and nearly knocking him over, Drum flashed another smile as he smacked his own ass cheeks, enjoying their jiggle as he walked over to the next station, completely unscathed by his previous trial. Batzz was amazed, but he refused to let his awe get the better of him, even through the rest of his trials, none of which went any better.
The next challenge saw the two faced with two machines, each sporting a huge fleshlight like object, with a tight hole in the center of each pink, fleshy tube, hooked up to a counter. Each man was tasked with inserting their cock into the breeding stock to measure the power and speed of their thrusts, and Batzz hammered into his as best he could. But while he hunched over and thrusted into his stock for a minute, reaching 100 thrusts before his time had ran out, Drum had amazed the crowd with his own powerful, rapid fire fucking. Squeezing the sides with each hand, the drumming sound of his thrusts rang out through the stadium as he assaulted his breeding stock, plowing it with fervor as he nearly broke his counter from the sheer speed, until he managed to hit 294 thrusts in a minute, each thurst full and sending every inch of his member balls deep as he thrusted outwards, every inch of his shaft sliding out before rushing back in.
The dildo challenge was similarly dreadful, as each man got to his knees before even larger dildos than their blowjob challenge. Tasked with letting the head into their insides, each dragon had to crawl backwards down the thoroughly lubed cocks to get as much into their bodies as possible. Drum managed to get a full 2 and a half feet of the firm dildo into him as his hole swallowed it up effortlessly, until his ass was spread so far apart that it seemed like Batzz could fit his arm inside the ass, while his own ass only managed 2 feet before he had to stop.
By the time he had slid back off, his one hole was still slightly loose and puffy, while Drum was still as tight and perfectly small as when he entered, showing off for the ravenous audience while Batzz walked to his own corner to talk with his friends, his mood worse than he ever imagined.
"I just embarresed the fuck out of us." Batzz said dejected, while Pentar consoled the bigger dragon the best he could.
"Don't worry boss, you've still got the fuck battle to win!" Delta replied, giving Batzz's flaccid cock a rub of good luck.
The final fuck battle was Batzz's only chance at saving face, but the fight seemed impossible to win. Looking back again, he gazed at Drum's masculine body, the huge ass cheeks, that mighty, overpowering cock, the full hairy balls. Drum seemed like the perfect man to Batzz, the man finally admitting that his jealousy had gotten the better of him. The battle was a mistake, but it was a mistake that he intended to take full responsibility of, and as he sauntered over to Drum, his cock swaying with each step, he puffed up his chest to prepare for a battle that he intended to win!
"Yo Drum, may the best dragon win!" Batzz roared, extending his hand out for a handshake which Drum happily returned.
"Hey, just so you know, I can tell you did your best out there." Drum said, noticing the slight blush on Batzz's cheeks. Drum fully intended to completely dominate his opponent, and had demonstrated his skills masterfully as he bested the upstart in every competition. He intended to beat Batzz in the fuckbattle as well, and as they walked to either side of the main fighting stage, his cock began to swell as he imagined dominating Batzz's cocky demeanor and muscle bound body.
Drum's manhood was eager to sink into each and every one of Batzz's holes, the heat of competition driving his kinkiness higher and higher as Binding's power began to take hold. He ached to see his cock slick with Batzz's juices and spit while he wrecked Batzz's ass, completely dominating the dragon with his gorgeous body. The same body that got into a fighting stance, ready to pounce on his opponent the second the match started.
The tension in the air was palpable, sweat bearing down on each combatant, their muscles tight and seemingly spring loaded, ready to unload their energy. Pentar and crew clenched their jaws, while Binding and the crew of Cavalry Dragons sat at the top of the stadium, relaxed and already anticipating Drum's victory.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the gong rang out through the stadium.
Batzz's roar filled the ears of the crowd of men, dashing over to Drum and grasping him in a headlock. Seeming to have the upper hand, he swept Drum off of his feet and watching Drum crash to the ground in surprise. Before Drum could get his bearings, he found his mouth being grabbed and forced apart, his jaws seperating as a massive cock dove down into his throat, Batzz's scarlet red bush of pubic hair covering his eyes. Drum laid flat on the ground, Batzz's knees holding Drum's arms down at the elbow, while a young bulky dragon began to hump into his gullet. Growling and clenching his thighs, Batzz beat his manhood into Drum, slicked from his saliva coating the black cock and letting it glide through Drum's mouth as it pounded and stretched Drum's throat.
"Yeah, you're gonna get every last drop of my fucking load, Drum!" Batzz growled, lowering his body as he sped up, until every last ounce of his body weight bore down on Drum's upper body as he choked on Batzz's member. Drum was completely relaxed however, his cock erect and leaking pre as he coaxed Batzz closer to orgasm. Working his tongue and running ir across the tasty, veiny shaft, he felt Batzz get closer to blowing his load into his mouth and winning the competition.
But Drum had no plans of losing, and made sure to let the crowd know!
Suddenly, Batzz found himself seeming to fly into the air, his body crashing to the ground with a thud as every inch of his body seemed to sting. Batzz hadn't anticipated Drum's sudden burst of power, but as his eyes opened, he felt his legs being grabbed and lifted up, along with a sudden wetness at his hole.
"How the fuck did you get so strong?!" Batzz growled as he felt Drum's penis, lubed with Drum's spit, begin to push into his asshole, stinging as the impossibly girthy cock forced his hole apart. He had to admit to himself that it felt great, in spite of the pain, every inch of it spreading him apart as it forced itself further into his body. Batzz felt Drum's dick effortlessly press at his prostate as it descended further in, and his cock seemed to gain a mind of its own, instantly showering him in sperm as he came all over himself. The humiliation of being covered in his own load as the crowd jeered, his ass being taken by Drum's cock, the small sight in his eye of his friends' dejected faces, it was all too much for Batzz to take, his anger swelling up inside of him.
"Just fuckin' breed me already." Batzz admitted, his voice low, looking right into Drum's eyes. Drum recognized the fiery gaze in his eyes, and as his cock finally hilted Batzz's warm, velvety soft hole, he knew he had finally won.
He began to hammer Batzz's body, the scores of men jumping to their feet to cheer him on as he plowed Batzz's ass, and made the black dragon whimper as he tried his best to handle the beating his hole was getting. Drum's body shifted, slowly getting the two into a deep mating press, his body bearing its full weight down on Batzz's body. Utterly powerless to stop him, Batzz found his hole squeezing down as he was brutally fucked, Drum's massive balls smacking into his taint while the shaft rubbed his anal walls with vigor.
"You could get strong enough to face me one day if you join with Master Binding!" Drum said as he grit his teeth, getting ready to inseminate Batzz. Batzz wanted none of it however, and averted his gaze.
"I'm gonna beat you one day on my own ya big lizard." Batzz spat back, only for his mouth to be silenced as Drum kissed him, their maws interlocking, and their tongues intermingling in their wet embrace. The sight of Drum's face so close made Batzz's erection fill yet again, while his heart pounded. Orgasm didn't matter, even as Drum slammed him one last time, those huge balls pumping Drum's copious load into his body. He felt a cold, metal feeling on his neck, and the sensation soon spread to his arms and ankles.
As if being cooled by the metal, his heart began to feel calm, his hidden love for Drum finally coming to the forefront as their mouths separated, a small string of saliva connecting them. Licking their string away, Drum gave Batzz a small peck on the lips, and Batzz knew that he couldn't hide his feelings. He was exposed, in more ways than one, and as Drum helped him to his feet he knew that his life would never be the same.
Maybe it was the sight of the Cavalry Dragons and his friends all running to their side to celebrate their match, or maybe Drum's warm hands holding his own, but Batzz was shyer than ever, but found his head being raised by Drum's thick tail, looking the beefcake dragon in the eyes.
"So, are you still going to deny my offer?" Drum asked, and Batzz knew the answer, but instead of a verbal response, he simply gazed at Drum's ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze, and let their lips connect once again, losing himself in the sound of cheers, and the feeling of Drum's body.
A month later, Batzz still wasn't used to the intense training from Binding and Drum, even as he gave it his all. In the mornings they spent their time on strength training, making sure every inch of their bodies were used to their full capacity, sweat covering their bodies as they worked out in the hot Dragon World sunshine. Batzz felt himself getting stronger, his legs seeming lighter as he went on his morning three mile runs, and his chest and arms becoming more and more defined from the intense weight training.
His friends cheered him on as they worked their janitor duties, but their voices turned to snickers whenever a horned up passerby decided to get some ass from the stud. Whether it was an old man or some student, he was required to drop his new blue jorts and let them fill him with hot, thick mancream before sending him back off with a smack to his ass and a warm smile. Running and lifting with semen running down his legs and out of his well used ass was an inconvenince he had learned to deal with, especially as it helped him at night, where Drum and Binding would team up to train him in the sexual arts.
Tonight he was sweaty and eager to step into the cool air of Drum's sex dungeon, and his boner grew in his tight jorts once he saw Drum's naked form, ass up on the bed as his upper body rested on the plush mattress.
"Take those pants off and get that sweaty cock in me, now!" Drum said, looking back and winking at his student. Tugging at the black chain holding his shorts up, Batzz pushed his only piece of clothing down, throwing them and walking over to Drum's tight pink hole and kissing it, loving the warm, soft ass as he worshiped it. Drum's tail found the back of Batzz's head, pushing Batzz's eager tongue further into his insides, until he was fully lubed and ready for a beating from Batzz's manhood.
"Don't forget about me, you two!" said a deep, gravely voice walking into the room. Batzz looked back to see Binding walking into the room, fully naked as per usual, and his smile wide as he gave Batzz a kiss on the lips before throwing himself on the bed next to Drum, smacking Drum's round ass cheeks and spreading them apart, while giving Batzz a simple command.
Now come on big guy, plow Drum's poor hole! Show us what you've been learning, kid!"
