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Disclaimer: This story should only be viewed by people of the ages of 18 and above due to its strong and heavy scenes that are M/M in nature. If you do meet the requirements and enjoy this sort of content, then by all means please, take off your pants, relax, and fap to your heart's content.

Emergency Stop

by RVasil

Cliff sighed as the elevator door closed. He glanced at his wrist watch, and it read 5:30pm. He smiled, looking forward to the incoming weekend. Plans of just staying at his apartment, watching movies on the television and just eating pizza was what awaited him after a week of pure hard office work. The dragon adjusted his necktie, loosening the knot around his neck. He felt his business suit already sticking to his skin. It was bad enough that the suit he wore seemed a size too small. The suit could barely contain his physique. Cliff liked to believe that he was fit, but the large pudgy belly that seemed to be forming at the base of his waist seemed to say otherwise. That and the comments he had been getting around the office and the offers of wanting to hit up the gym could attest to it. Still, he wasn't about to keel over and suddenly die because of obesity. The dragon made it a point to make some effort of keeping himself fit, and the effort showed, how little it was.

As the elevator moved, he noted how the air conditioning didn't seem to be working. He wiped the sweat that formed on his forehead. Record temperatures were reached during the current summer, so it was no wonder the AC had finally given up after being worked to death. He only hoped that come next week it was already fixed, lest he was going to show up sweaty at 8am in the morning. The elevator bell rang and the number up at the corner, below the security camera, read eleven. The doors opened and a gust of cool air swept into the small space.

Cliff was more than happy to be free from the toasty heat. He moved to the side, making space for the incoming passengers, a polar bear and a Dalmatian. The two were caught in a discussion, a business matter of some sorts. Cliff tried to drown it out, most because he didn't really care for the topic.

The elevator doors closed and Cliff found himself locked once again inside the toasty cabin. Sweat was forming at his armpits and his clothes was now really sticking to him, acting like a second skin. The sooner he got out of here, the better.

But it seemed that his night was only just getting started.

Cliff found himself suddenly reaching for the walls of the elevator for support as it suddenly shook. Even his two fellow passengers' discussion stopped mid-sentence as they too were taken by surprised by the abrupt turn of events. The sounds of the elevator's emergency breaks rang loudly around them as it grinded to a halt. It creaked eerily as the cabin was suspended in the middle of the shaft. The cabin's lights flickered before turning off completely. They were engulfed in darkness.

"What happened?!" The polar bear shouted in the dark, looking around wildly.

"I think the power got cut," Cliff answered back. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. The screen blinded his eyes from the sudden light and it took him a moment to adjust. He blinked, as he switched on the built in torch feature. He pointed it to the bear and the Dalmatian. "You guys okay?"

"We're fine," the canine answered. He was flat against the wall, leaning on it for support. The polar bear was right next to him, straightening his suit. "A little shaken, but we're not hurt. You?"

Cliff was relieved. "Same." He turned his attention to the elevator panel next to him. It was dead completely. He found the emergency light switch at the bottom and proceeded to press it. Immediately, two emergency lights flickered on above them, illuminating the cabin. At least he could see easier now. He pocketed his phone and pressed the button next to it: an emergency call button. The panel came to life, and the sound of a dial tone rang out.

"Hello...?" he spoke into the metal grill. "Anyone there?"

Cliff waited for an answer. He could feel the eyes of his companions on his back, eagerly waiting for a response as well. He glanced over his shoulder and sure enough they were looking at him; concerned expressions adorned both of them.

"Try again?" the polar bear asked, a hint of worry in his tone of voice.

Cliff nodded, pressing the button once more. "Hello? Can you guys hear me?"

There was a short bit of silence. "Yes, I can!"

Collective sighs of relief escaped from all three of them. Cliff smiled into the metal grill. "Listen, we're kind of stuck here. Can you guys help?"

"Yeah, I see you," the voice from the radio answered. "The power got cut. The whole block went dark. It looked like something happened at the power substation."

"Oh, any chance you can get us out of here?"

"We're already working on it. The fire department's on their way. It shouldn't take long. Just sit tight, alright?"

"Okay," Cliff turned around and faced his two companions. "It's not like we can leave. I guess we're stuck here for now."

"Well that's just dandy," the canine answered. "I was hoping to get home early. How long do you think it'll take them to get us out?"

"Probably in an hour or two? At least we're safe." The polar bear then thought for a moment. "There is enough air in this room, right?"

"Yeah there is, I can feel it through the grates on the floors."

"At least we're not going die."

Cliff chuckled. "Let's not go with the dark jokes, okay?"

"Just trying to lighten up the mood." The bear shrugged. "Joey."

"Huh?"

"The name's Joe. Or Joey." The polar bear reached out for a handshake.

The dragon shook it firmly. "Cliff."

"Vince."

"Nice to meet you, Vince, Joey." He nodded to the two of them. "I guess we're stuck here for the time being. Get comfortable gentlemen."

Cliff leaned on the wall before proceeding to sit on the floor completely. He might as well get comfortable. The metal floor was cold to the touch but it wouldn't be long till that would be warm as well. The air was dead and there wasn't a single gust of wind coming from anywhere. Cliff was sweaty earlier, now he was drenched in sweat.

"If we don't die from the lack of air, we'd probably die from the heat," Vince's voice rang out, breaking the silence. He was fanning himself with a hand. "It's freaking hot."

"Speak for yourself!" Joey spat. "I'm a polar bear!"

"Yeah, are you going to be okay?" Cliff asked, concerned for Joey's safety. "The last thing we need is someone passing out from heatstroke."

"I'm going to be fine. I just have to remove this..." Joey began taking off his suit. This was the first time Cliff got a good look on the polar bear. Unlike him, Joey was relatively fat, a picture perfect description of a business man. His large belly framed his physique, the roundness protruding outward in a somewhat comical fashion. Joey let his suit fall into a heap next to him before proceeding to take off his white undershirt which was stained completely. Before long, the white ursine was bare chested, the pure snowy white fur of his glistened with sweat. Cliff could see that the man wasn't as fat as he originally thought he was. He was actually borderline muscle gut. His pectorals were well outlined and the roundness of his belly somehow made his figure work. Joey's arms looked like they saw their fair share of the gym, looking toned and with only minute details of fat in them. But what surprised Cliff the most was the smell.

A wave of male musk flooded the small cabin, rushing into Cliff's nostrils. The smell reminded him of being in a gym. The levels of testosterone felt concentrated. Joey on the other hand was enjoying the freedom. The bear was happy to be free from the suit that was seemingly making it a point to fuse with his body. Vincent just shook his head.

"Great, instead of the heat, I might as well die from seeing this fat ass," he sneered.

Joey chuckled, seating himself next to the Dalmatian. "Hah, I'll take that as a compliment. Besides, knowing you, I'm sure you're enjoying the show."

Vincent just jabbed the polar bear on the shoulder in response. He then said, "I guess you're right. Hey Cliff, best take of your clothes as well. You're going to melt if you don't."

The large bear smacked the canine's ass playfully as the dog began to take off his suit. "If I had known any better, I'd say you were flirting with the young man."

"Har har."

Cliff watched as Vincent remove his business suit. His physique was a stark opposite from that of Joey's. Where Joey had fat, Vincent had none. His stomach showed no signs of protruding fatness but instead was flat as a washboard. Upon discarding his undershirt, Cliff saw that the man was a proud owner of a six pack. It actually made Cliff envious. Vincent's chest rippled with muscle; it was like he was a magazine model that came to life. His pectorals were well toned and his arms looked like they were carved by a God. Cliff found it adorable that Vincent had a black spot perfectly placed where his right nipple was. With each breath Vincent took, his body moved with beauty only one can see from someone that fit. For a man that looked like he was in his thirties, he could put anyone under that number to shame with a simple flex of his biceps.

Vincent dumped his wet shirt next to Joey's and began wiping some of the sweat off of his chest with his handkerchief which he got from his pocket. Again, a wave of musk hit Cliff like a speeding truck. The smell was intoxicating. The cabin was brimming with it by now and it was beginning to show its effect on him. Cliff's staring was broken when Joey cleared his throat.

"There's the stare," Joey playfully teased.

"Let him stare." Vincent kept wiping. "I'm used to it."

"...And there's the drool."

"Huh?!"

Cliff blinked, the polar bear's words finally registering in his mind. He gently jabbed the side of his mouth and sure enough, it was wet. He was drooling! Blood rushed to his face from the sheer embarrassment. Cliff took out his own handkerchief and started wiping his mouth, much to the entertainment of Joey who was laughing at his own expense.

"Relax, Cliff, its fine," Joey said, after recovering from a short bout of laughter. "That's what most people normally do when they see Vincent over here take off his shirt, man or woman."

Vincent chuckled. "I'd like to think it's my charm."

"S-Sorry about that. I didn't know I was--"

"It's okay. I take it as a compliment." Vincent then said, "I'm more worried about you. It's getting really toasty. You sure you're not going to take off your clothes?"

"Jeez, Vincent! Buy him a drink first!"

"Oh for the love of..."

While the two got caught in their own banter, Cliff nodded to himself. The two older males had a good point. They had been here for a while now and it seemed the fire department wasn't coming any time soon. He was going to pass out from heatstroke if he didn't do anything to let his body cool off. A bit reluctantly, he began to take off his suit.

Joey and Vincent watched as the dragon began to strip as well. From his physique, it was made abundantly clear that Cliff was obviously the youngest amongst the three of them in the room. The dragon sported a body of a person that looked like he was fresh out of college. He was lithe but showed signs of effort in working out to bulk up. For a dragon, Joey noted Cliff looked smaller than the ones he was used to seeing at work. He wasn't a hulking wall of mass, but instead was sleek and firm. Cliff's body didn't sport anything spectacular, unlike Vincent's, but he wasn't slacking either. His blue scales shined dimly under the lowlight conditions. A solid and well-toned chest greeted them followed by arms that showed little to no signs of hanging fat. Joey could easily see that the dragon led a healthy lifestyle.

"Better?" Vincent asked the dragon.

"Better." Cliff flexed, stretching and dropping his shirt on the floor next to his corner. He was relieved. Fears of heatstroke was now long gone. He then seated himself on the floor, fanning himself with his hands.

"Definitely better. Cliff here looks like he's ready for some action," Joey said, a smile on his face. At first the dragon was confused as to what he meant but then realized what he was referring to. Sure enough, he looked down and saw that there was a tent forming in his pants. The side effect of the musk that now practically engulfed the room was that it was driving his sex drive into new heights. It also didn't help the fact that he was surrounded by equally good looking men; men that eyed him with a certain look in their eyes. Cliff had a feeling that the musk was beginning to affect them as well.

He cleared his throat, trying to divert their attention. "You could say that."

"How long has it been since you've gotten laid?" Vincent asked with a genuine hint of curiosity.

Cliff was caught off guard by the statement but still answered. "I've had a dry spell. Office work has been pummeling me hard."

"You could say that again," Joey said under his breath, licking his lips. The musk practically threw his lust into overdrive, and he himself was beginning to form a tent in his pants. "Don't have any friends?"

"They're too busy," Cliff replied back, looking at his two companions. Joey and Cliff's eyes locked for a brief moment, yellow and blue meeting dead center. The sexual tension brewing was thick and it was only a matter of time before someone did something about it.

Then, Joey stood up.

Cliff watched as the polar bear walked over towards him, noting the bulge that was very prominently visible in his pants. It was pointed straight at him, and in his musk induced lust, turned him all the more on. He felt a slight drool escape from his lips, which he then proceeded to wipe nonchalantly. Joey stood in front of him, unabashed and not even remotely trying to hide the fact that his cock was desperately trying to free itself from his pants.

Joey and Cliff locked eyes with one another. The bear then said, "Can I be your friend then?"

There was a brief moment of silence between the two as the question hung in the air. The dragon maintained his poker face as the bear waited for a reply to his proposition. Eventually Cliff smiled amorously and Joey returned the favor.

Vincent watched as the dragon reached forward and proceeded to unzip the zipper of Joey's black slacks. "This is gay, you guys," he flatly remarked, watching the scene unfold before him.

"You're the gayest one in here, Vincent," Joey replied, unbuckling his belt.

Cliff pulled the zipper down and almost immediately was greeted with a strong wave of musk. It was far more concentrated and direct. He stuck his tongue out and could almost taste it from how thick it was. The strong sweet smell only egged Cliff on. Joey's pants fell with a soft thud and Cliff found himself face to face with the bear's almost nude lower half. A bright red jockstrap was before him, framed perfectly by large thighs that clearly didn't skip leg day. But what really took center stage was Joey's crotch. The jockstrap looked like it was bursting at the seams, the fabric desperately trying to contain the monster of a cock that hung between the bear's legs. There was a dark wet spot that formed in the middle, and only seem to grow more and more with each pulse of the bear's heart.

"Go on," Joey cooed softly. "You know what to do."

Cliff reached out with a hand and cupped the orbs that were underneath. Even though the bear's ball sack was still supported by his underwear, he could easily tell that they were heavy and laden with warm seed. His gentle touch elicited a soft groan of need from the bear, making him whisper sweet nothings under his breath. The dragon gave the orbs a tender squeeze. The wet spot only seem to grow bigger in response. Cliff moved his hands to the main attraction, the bear's large cock. A drool escaped the side of his lips as he felt the size of the thing. In his lust filled mind, he thought of it as something thicker than his own arm. It was bulging the fabric so perfectly that the outline was enough to send his imagination to a flurry.

"Enough with the tease already, fucking get on with it." Joey glanced down at Cliff, sounding somewhat frustrated. His felt like he was having blue balls just from the waiting.

"Teasing makes it all worth it."

Cliff reached forward and grabbed the jockstrap. He tugged it downwards, revealing the object of his desires. Joey's cock flopped about before resting fully between his legs. A momentary gasp escaped his lips that stroke the bear's ego. Cliff found the cock to be bigger than he imagined, and was definitely as thick as his arm. It throbbed right in front of him, resting perfectly on eye level. A clear dribble of pre leaked from its red mushroom head, dripping downwards, soiling Cliff's black slacks. The smell was alluring, pure man male musk that was intoxicating. The dragon reached forward, taking hold of the cock in his hands. He was taken by surprised as he realized he couldn't even close his own palm around it.

"Yeah, like that..." Joey closed his eyes and let the dragon do work. It was liberating to be in the nude. He groaned, as Cliff began to pump his right hand on his member. Pre began to dribble out in response and his legs quivered from the pleasure that was beginning to course through him. Cliff stuck his tongue out, eager to get a taste of the sweet clear pre that was oozing out freely from the bear's member. His tongue gave an experimental lick on the bear's mushroom head. It tasted earthy in his mouth. It registered as tangy sweet and yet had a salty taste. It made him want more of it. He licked the cock head once again and was rewarded with a throb of Joey's manhood. More pre dribbled out straight to his waiting mouth to which he happily gulped.

Wanting more stimulation, Joey slowly walked forward, smearing his cock across Cliff's cheek. The two locked eyes for a moment as the bear took hold of his cock and playfully slapped the dragon's cheeks with it, spreading pre all over him. Understanding the message, Cliff grabbed hold of the brown member and pointed it to his mouth. He opened it to a shape of an O and he slowly took it in. A moan of pleasure escaped Joey's lips as his member was engulfed by the hot waiting mouth of the dragon. Cliff closed his eyes and focused, doing his best to take more of the bear's member. It was a lot bigger in his mouth than in his hands and he found himself having to adjust for it. His mouth was spread wider as Joey edged himself forward, wanting to go deeper into the dragon's gullet. Cliff had to fight back to stop his reflex gag from going off.

Noticing the dragon's discomfort, Joey stopped momentarily, letting his partner adjust. After a brief moment of break from the action they continued, slowly sinking inch after inch of his cock deeper into the dragon's throat. Before long, Cliff had successfully taken him as a whole. His face was buried in the polar bear's white fuzz, subjecting himself to more of that intoxicating musk. His mouth was wide open, drool flowing freely to the floor. A faint blush formed itself across Cliff's cheeks, fairly visible against his blue scales. He and Joey looked at each other, and Cliff gave a subtle nod for the bear to continue.

Joey retracted his hips, eliciting a long drawn out moan from him. His throbbing manhood left the dragon's gullet and allowed Cliff to take a deep breath. The bear's member stopped midway and started pushing inward again, moving his hips forward in a gentle rocking motion. Cliff's mouth had adapted to the invading organ at this point and easily let it pass. Eventually, Joey managed to found a rhythm to his thrusts.

Cliff closed his eyes as Joey fucked his mouth.

Lewd slurping noises emanated from within the elevator cab as the two continued on with their sexual act. Lost in their own desires, everything else to them no longer existed. Joey focused on making his cock disappear into the accommodating mouth of the dragon. He cursed under his breath, finding Cliff's mouth to be the most pleasurable thing he has had all week. His pace began to increase, wanting nothing more than to breed. He reached down and took hold of Cliff's horns, using it as support and leverage to angle his thrusts deeper. The dragon on the other hand had seated himself firmly on the elevator floor. Each thrust Joey did, his head rocked back against the elevator wall. His hands travelled behind Joey's plump butt, giving it loving and tender squeezes. He reached deeper however and found the bear's fairly tight ass, and poked it with a finger.

"Oh...you fucker..." Joey moaned, feeling the foreign appendage insert itself into him. He momentarily stopped fucking Cliff's mouth to spread his legs wider, giving the dragon better access to his backside. Cliff took this chance to spit in his hands to give it lube for the anal probing he was planning.

As Joey continued to pound his mouth, Cliff focused on inserting his finger back into the bear's tight ass. The finger found the hole and soon inserted itself easily. The dragon began to fondle it, looking for the illusive prostate. He squeezed another finger, making it two and adding a third one to spread the bear further. After a few moments of feeling, he found the small but pleasurable spot and pressed on it. Immediately, he was rewarded with a healthy amount of pre into his mouth that leaked to the side. Joey stopped to breathe. He nearly came.

The two were about to continue with their sex when Joey felt a presence behind him. He smiled. "Nice of you to finally join us."

Cliff had completely forgotten that Vince was with them in the elevator cab. The canine was silent throughout the entire ordeal and was apparently masturbating to the show that was happening. The Dalmatian already took off his slacks and was stroking an eight incher in his right hand. A red rocket that wasn't as formidable as the bear's massive manhood but was equally impressive nonetheless. Cliff felt like he was in the presence of sex Gods.

"I couldn't let you have all the fun now can I?" Vincent said. He then cupped Joey's face and began to make out with him. The two kissed heatedly, enjoying one another's passion. Cliff noted Joey's cock throbbing in his mouth. It felt like it grew an inch when Vincent joined in on the fray. Eventually however the two stopped, completely out of breath and a line of spit briefly connecting them. The two shared bedroom eyes with one another.

"I suppose so..." Joey finally said.

"Why don't we give Cliff a break?"

Joey turned back to face Cliff and patted him on the cheeks. He then stepped off, removing his thick cock out of his mouth. Vincent extended a hand to which Cliff accepted. The dragon stood back up, feeling a little dazed from the fucking he just received. His maw felt sore.

"You've got a great mouth. Would love to use it again," Joey said, winking at him.

Cliff was about to reply when Vincent gently pushed him to the wall and proceeded to kiss him in the mouth. The dragon was no doubt surprise but nonetheless happy at the sudden turn of events. He kissed back with ferocity, their tongues dancing with one another. Cliff's hands trailed all over the canine's muscular body, tracing each and everyone's of its contours. Vincent did the same, touching and gently rubbing the dragon in all the right places. They broke the kiss, breathing heavily in front of one another. Cliff groaned as he felt Vincent grab his dragon cock through his slacks which was now soaked entirely with his own pre. "I'd like to play with you hot stuff. Want to take it out for me?"

Cliff winked at him. "Knock yourself out."

Vincent dove right in, kneeling on the floor. He helped Cliff undress, roughly unbuckling the dragon's belt. It loosened easily. He gave it a mighty tug, easily removing the belt from the dragon's waist. He didn't want to take any time longer. Vincent knew what he wanted and he was going to get it. He pulled the dragon's slacks to the floor and was taken aback as a slab of dragon cock smacked him right in the face. He knelt there in shock, blinking comically at what just happened.

Behind him, Joey chuckled to himself. This was something he clearly wasn't expecting. "No underwear?"

Cliff nodded proudly. "Best feeling in the world." He watched as Vincent eyed his modest nine incher with hunger in his eyes. The canine's hands travelled all over, examining the toy he was going to play it. Cliff's orbs looked like oversized golf balls, hanging freely and churning with seed. Vincent cupped it in his hands, giving it a gentle squeeze. He was rewarded with the dragon's cock throbbing in front of him, spurting clear pre that landed perfectly on the side of his face.

"A great cock sucker AND a kinky bastard." Joey smirked. "I need more people like you in the world." He eyed Cliff as the dragon guided his cock onto Vincent's face, smearing his cheeks with pre. The canine happily licked it up, eager to get a taste of it more. "And so, why go commando?" Joey asked.

"Simple really," Cliff said, smiling down at Vincent. "It's for dirty and slutty men like you two."

"I like you, Cliff."

"The pleasure is all mine."

The dragon closed his eyes and muttered curses under his breath. Vincent had took it upon himself to start sucking him dry. The canine's mouth proved heavenly for the dragon. In his time he had received numerous blowjobs before but this, this was something else entirely. Vincent's tongue moved masterfully, swirling and curling itself on the tip of his member, before trailing itself lower. Cliff couldn't help but buck slightly, surprising the canine but easily adapting. Vincent spread his mouth further, wanting more of the meat inside him. Cliff wasn't as thick as Joey's cock, but that didn't mean it wasn't going to be challenging. His mouth began to strain, but he did his best not to falter. He was loving the taste the dragon's cock was giving him.

Cliff rested his hands on Vincent's head, rubbing it encouragingly. The two locked eyes and Cliff swore he would never forget the sight of the Dalmatian taking his dragon cock with ease. There was a hint of a lustful smile at the corner of the canine's lips before he continued his ministrations with new found fervor. Pre spilled freely at the side of Vincent's lips as he tried to take more of Cliff. Slowly but surely he made progress, taking inch after inch, the dragon's hard throbbing cock disappearing into his gullet. A bulge formed on Vincent's throat as he buried his face on the dragon's crotch.

A pleased moan escaped Cliff's lips. "God, your mouth..." He looked down and saw that Vincent made sure to adjust himself for what was going to happen next. The canine took a deep breath, inhaling the dragon's musk direct from his cum laden balls. It covered his vision with a haze of lust, making the canine shiver, and his own hard needy cock tremble from anticipation. Slowly, Vincent drew himself out, removing the dragon's cock from his gullet. Once he reached somewhat midway, he stopped and started taking him again, forming a sort of rhythm. Cliff was at a loss for words. He never imagined Vincent to be a great cocksucker as well. A rocking motion soon followed after, the dragon's body moving on its own accord. Lewd slurps reverberated inside the elevator cabin as Cliff and Vincent lost themselves to their own lust.

Not wanting to be left out of the action, Joey jumped into the fray, tired of jacking himself off.

"Excuse me boys," he announced, momentarily catching the two's attention. "I think you're leaving someone out."

Cliff was a bit out of breath, his heart racing in his chest. He laid back on the elevator wall, a smile plastered on his face. "Please...help yourself..."

"Don't mind if I do." Joey walked over and patted Vincent's shoulder. "I need you to move over here."

The canine removed himself from Cliff's cock, earning a lustful moan from the dragon in the process. Vincent coughed into the ground, wiping pre and spit from his lips. He moved over to the center of the elevator, and got on all fours. The canine lifted his tail, shaking his backside teasingly. Cliff and Joey positioned themselves at Vincent's waiting mouth and rump, wanting to get straight back into the action. Vincent didn't wait for any commands and went straight for Cliff's cock, wanting the taste of the dragon's meat back in his mouth. Cliff could only moan out as the canine took his member stronger than ever before.

Joey readied himself in front of Vincent's waiting backside. The time for foreplay was long gone and one thing was clear in the polar bear's mind, and that was the desire to breed. Thankfully there was no need for lube, his cock was already leaking copious amounts of pre which he used to spread on the canine's winking pucker. Vincent groaned into Cliff's cock as a finger inserted itself into him. He felt it circle around, spreading him wide open. Eventually, it was taken out and was soon replaced with Joey's thick throbbing cock. Cliff decided to momentarily stop fucking Vincent's mouth to let the canine adjust. The Dalmatian moaned on his member, feeling the polar bear skewer him wide open. He closed his eyes shut and did his best to relax his muscles.

"Damn, this ass is tight!" Joey cursed under his breath as his manhood slowly disappeared inside the canine's ass. He was in heaven. He must have hit Vincent's prostrate at one point as the canine moaned, spurting a fresh pint of pre onto the elevator floor. Eventually however, he hilted himself, completely and fully balls deep. He took this chance to catch his breath, glancing back at Cliff who looked half impressed and half jealous.

"What do you say we get this spitroast going, huh?"

The dragon smiled. "You took the words right out of my mouth."

As if planning it before hand, the two moved in unison. Cliff moved forward, and Joey eased himself backwards. Vincent was right in the middle, the two men taking him on both ends. It was hard to establish a rhythm at first, but eventually they found it. Soon a chorus of grunts and moans filled the room as the Dalmatian was used like a play toy by the two men. Cliff growled, his thrusts going in hard and deep into Vincent's waiting mouth. He was careful not to crash his crotch into the Dalmatian's face, but he was still rough enough to get his rocks off. Joey on the other hand was the complete opposite. With each thrust he took, his balls slapped on Vincent's ass and each time he hilted, it was marked with the familiar sloppy plopping sound of skin crashing into another. The Dalmatian's ass was perfect, soft and firm, yet toned where it mattered. It was a butt that was just asking for a pounding, and Joey was more than happy to give it. He slapped it with his free hand, enjoying the domination.

Cliff grabbed hold of Vincent's head, angling it lower to give him better access. Each thrust formed a bulge on the canine's throat as his length hit the back of his mouth with little to no problem. The two men were in perfect unison, going in and out the canine without missing a beat. Vincent clung on for dear life as he was used roughly by the dragon and the bear. Joey growled, picking up pace as he felt his climax nearing. The resulting pummeling he received ended with Vincent's body being wracked with pleasure. Joey was hitting him at an angle where his thrusts crashed into his prostate perfectly. The canine closed his eyes, his orgasm building.

The dragon on the other hand was nearing his end as well. He could feel his plump balls churn and his member throb inside Vincent's used mouth. The movement of his hips soon became erratic as the thought of just cumming was the only thing in his mind. He cursed under his breath feeling it sooner come than he realized.

It was Joey that broke the chorus of sex in the room, roaring as loudly as he could, announcing his orgasm to the world. He buried himself deep into Vincent's ass spurting ropes upon ropes of white hot seed deep into the canine's bowels. His cock didn't prove to make a perfect seal however as cum escaped from the sides, dripping onto the elevator floor. Vincent followed soon after, his prostrate completely battered and bruised. His cock throbbed and his knot swelled, before spraying cum everywhere. The first burst went straight up his chest, spraying his abs with white hot seed. The next shot began to angle downwards, hitting Cliff's feet. The third followed after, then the fourth. Eventually, his cock pointed downwards by gravity, leaking cum on the elevator floor like a leaky faucet.

Cliff was the last to blow, roaring out the way only a dragon could roar. Vincent braced himself as the cock in his mouth pulsed to the dragon's heartbeat before spraying cum straight into his throat. He did his best to gulp the torrent of spunk coming down on him, but even then, he had his limits. He ended up gagging with cum escaping at the side of his lips. Cliff pulled his cock out and proceeded to ride out the last of his orgasm by pumping his member pointing it directly at Vincent. Jets of cum plastered Vincent's face, leaving him smelling distinctly of draconic seed. He opened his mouth to catch the few remaining shots that fired off, before it inevitably ended with a gentle dribble.

The three were left breathless as their orgasms plateaued.

Cliff's legs shook and he sat on the floor, catching his breath. Joey slowly removed his cock from Vincent's ass. A lewd pop separated them from one another followed by Vincent groaning lustfully as one final wave of pleasure wracked him. The polar bear took a step back and leaned on the wall for support. Cliff saw Joey's face was flushed, and a healthy glow seemed to radiate from him. Vincent on the other hand crawled towards the dragon. The canine was licking his lips amorously and before the dragon knew it, leaned in for a kiss.

It was soft and tender, much different from the heated sex they had just a few moments earlier. His lips tasted sweet and salty, most probably the remnants of Cliff's own cum, but the dragon didn't care. He returned the favor regardless. Vincent broke off the kiss and began trailing down the dragon's chest, planting kisses along the way. He stopped however once he reached Cliff's crotch, and tenderly licked his now flaccid cock. Cliff shivered as the sensations were too much for his hypersensitive member but was nonetheless enjoying the cleaning he was receiving.

The dragon rested his head on the elevator wall, just basking in the afterglow. Across from him, Joey was doing the same, his eyes half closed, tired from their endeavors. Peace and tranquility reigned in that brief moment in time.

However, reality came crashing back in.

A loud bang made the three occupants of the elevator jump completely. Cliff watched as the elevator doors began to budge, light spilling inwards. The sounds of a siren sounding off from the distance became audible, followed by shouts of people. The three men were too shocked to move and understand what exactly was going on.

When there was enough space, a head of a feline wearing a fireman's hat poked in and looked at the three of them. The cat's nose crinkled, surprised at the overwhelming musk that wafted outwards. It was like opening a tomb that had been sealed for quite some time. "Everyone calm down, we're here to get you..." his voice trailed upon seeing the sight before him. "...out."

Cliff's face went deep red from embarrassment, realizing he was caught in a rather scandalous position. He rushed to think of an excuse to possibly explain what happened. "Um...it's not what it looks like?"

At the far corner of the building was the security room. Locked behind a steel door that could only be opened with an authorized keycard, the room was small and cramped but was perfect for its use. The room smelled faintly of leftover pizza and sweat, with a bit of male musk added in for good measure. A security guard's jacket hung at the hook on the wall, next to a desk that was littered with mountains of paperwork. There was body armor at the far corner, next to a shotgun, locked behind a steel mesh cabinet.

Rows upon rows of monitors mounted to the walls showed live colored video feed. One showed the parking lot, filled with cars and void of life. The other monitor showed the entrance hall of the building. Sirens could be seen blazing about, its red and blue lights giving the entire area a vibrant glow. A fire truck could be seen parked at the street, and firemen were walking in to escort people out of the premises. Amidst the orderly chaos that was transpiring, three individuals were escorted out by the firemen. A dragon that was obviously very red in the face, a smirking canine and a gleefully smiling polar bear. All three men were wrapped in towels and were carrying articles of clothing that they owned in their hands. Eventually the three persons of interests stepped out of frame. The security guard who was in the room reclined lethargically in his chair. The comfortable office seat strained under the heavy weight of the Clydesdale.

The large equine let out a heavy sigh as he basked in his afterglow.

His tan colored skin was out in full display, his chiseled abs rising and lowering with each breath he took. His chest was slick with sweat mixed with white hot cum that streaked downwards. Some escaped to the sides and eventually drip to the floor. The equine's member rested in his right hand, the tip of his equine meat still flared after his rather hot session. He raised his left hand and stuck out his tongue. He then began to lick the still warm cum from his fingertips, savoring the sweet and tangy taste.

"I knew going to work today was a good idea."

He reached over to the desk and gingerly grabbed the box of tissues and started cleaning up.

A few moments later, he threw the last scrunched up tissue into the bin and sat up straight. He reached for the mouse and clicked one of the live feeds. The screen came to life and it showed one of the elevators of the building. He clicked to the side and brought up a timeline. The equine traced it back to a specific point. Immediately, three familiar individuals came into view. He then pressed play.

"How long has it been since you've gotten laid?" The voice of the Dalmatian came from the speakers.

"I've had a dry spell. Office work has been pummeling me hard."

The Clydesdale smirked to himself, already feeling his equine cock stir in his loins. "It really was a good idea," he said to himself. He then leaned back in his office chair, a needy moan escaping his lips as he caressed his slowly hardening cock, eager to go for another round.