Dragon Slut Gloryholes

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Getting Off in a Whore

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Isn't that where you want to be? Locked up as a gloryhole slut?

That was what the billboard had said anyway and, well, the dragon whores had lined up to be first in the gloryholes on the receiving side! It could not be said to be an upscale establishment in the slightest, but it was exactly what it was meant to be, seedy and dark, the lights flickering...and every last one of the dragon slut whores lined up on the other side of the wooden wall.

Moans resounding as eager muzzles and tail holes were fucked, for there were none there of the female persuasion, offering gentlemanly pleasures only, for that facility. Maybe, in the future, there would be females and hermaphrodites on offer too, or mixed facilities for those that really didn't care, only in it to go wild...but that was not the gay offering at the starter slut holes.

No, they were only males there, dragons and gryphons and more, all kinds of anthro males coming together, all there to be used in the best kind of way possible. Paver brushed his fingers back through the spines at the back of his head, though they softened and grew smaller as they ran down his back, the dragon shirtless, a little sweaty, though he had not thought that he would be there.

Tails stuck out through some holes in the wooden wall, scratch marks to show how many may or may not have used a particular hole. Sometimes, the crimson drake could tell who was in there, but he didn't always find himself able to tell the species.

A quick fuck before heading back out on his run, relieving his need after that cute little twink had flicked his tail at him down in the park. Paver growled, his jaw chunky and blocky, a little rough around the edges as if he had a false kind of beard in leathery skin under his chin. The dragon's eyes gleamed, a wingless variety, and he chose the buttocks that looked the most like that twink, though they were a little pinker and rounded.

It didn't matter. Not after he'd paid his fee, dragging his cock out of his shorts, his prick oozing pre-cum already. The black length begged attention, but the submissive whores there surely lusted for it as much as he did, Paver's paw closing around a tail, yanking it up, a dripping tail hole drawing him in.

"Ohhhhh!"

The squeal was not him but the high-pitched cry of a drake who needed it even more than he did, panting, heaving, moaning out loud. He rammed into the submissive slut's tail hole with no resistance, a nice, sloppy hole right there for him to fill. Oh, but it was tight inside, as the other dragon squeezed down, his tail flipping up against Paver's chest as the drake snarled and hammered in.

He didn't have to see the dragon on the other side of the wall, bound and perfectly poised so that no one fucking him had to bend or squat or do anything different at all. Paver snarled, pinning himself up against the wall as much as he possibly could, eyes alight with greedy need. A jog through the park should never have ended in such carnal passion, but, once he'd started, he found that he could not stop, grunting and heaving, his toned chest gleaming where his scales exuded sweat from the glands around them.

His partner was forced to take it - but that was just what the gloryhole whore was there for. They'd all paid their fee to get exactly what they'd wanted there and, oh, how luscious it was. To sink into a sloppy yet tight hole that squeezed around him, the drake whimpering, trying to beg for more... It sounded quite as if the other dragon was gagged in some way, but Paver didn't care, the slurp of his cock getting swallowed up, again and again, but that less than tight hole music to his ears.

He needed it, they needed it. What more was there between dragons?

There were other guys there, males moving around him as if they had spent a lot more time enjoying the gloryhole sluts than he had, though that was all well and good. Their eyes never met, everyone pretending that they neither knew, recognised or understood who was there. They were all there for themselves and Paver drifted away in a chorus of grunts and moans, enjoying the feel of camaraderie flowing forth, swirling around him as if he was spinning in an eddy of a river. He could get out of it, if he wanted to, but why the hell would he ever want to?

No... No, he knew why he was there, what he wanted, why every breath raked deliciously through his lungs, reminding him that he was alive when he gasped in that sweet, smoke tainted air. Again and again, oh, he needed it all, fucking the drake harder and faster, the pink tail wriggling - not that he cared. More males than ever had already taken the slut before he had and it would be no different after he'd gone. The memory of his dick filling the drake's arse would remain for the other, yet he would be one of many, little between them all to distinguish.

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