His Public Taking

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Roughly Used by the Hungry Horde

"I give you...our victor!"

The announcer swung his arm out wide, a dragon present before so many anthros with hunger in their eyes, surrounding the fighting pit on tiered seating. Of course, they were not there for a bloodbath of any kind, just for those presenting themselves at the height of fighting fitness to strip down, to show off their bodies, their muscles, whether they rippled and ached through scales, fur or skin. The cheers swamped the pit, the rickety seating shaking with the weight of so many bodies heaving up there, the cave dark around them, lit only by torches. It may have been primitive for some, but the pit was where a male was truly made. Everyone knew that.

One way or another...

Finn moaned, the blue dragon's head shoved down by the guards, though he trembled with lust, for losing was not all that bad, oh no. Not when he got to be so much more than merely himself, his tail lashing wantonly back and forth, the tip framed with a spade-like feature. It was sharp to a point, but not something that he would have used in a battle that was more of a display. They were all there to show off their abilities, after all, competing to prove who was the best of the best...and for the after party, of course.

For the spectators streamed in, hunger at the ready, a crowd of lustful males who had all come to see who would fall, though it was not much of a fall. How could it possibly be when he was hungering, moaning, whimpering, his tail flicking up in anticipation of all that was to come?

He had seen it so many times before, the golden dragon with spectacular, huge, curved horns standing over him, a smirk on his lips. The victor, Aarav. He was glorious, thickly muscled, a bit of a gut, but that only leant him more power, muscle hidden behind it. His tail was long and thick, able to be used as a weapon too, but all he had needed to best Finn had been his sword and shield. Finn had considered himself strong and skilled, but to be toppled by Aarav after hardly landing a single blow on the shield, let alone to the golden dragon himself with his suave grin, had put him in his place.

The crowd streamed in, jaws open, clothing ripped from their bodies, leaving them bare and in all their glory, Finn's cock exposed, hardening. He didn't even remember the guards stripping him in the clamour of everything, but the dragon didn't mind that one bit, even as the cool air licked at his skin.

So many of them... He thought blearily, slipping into a softer, lower state of mind, somewhere where he did not have to think too much anymore, for all he had to do was to give up his body to them. They would fuck him, take him, hard cocks grinding over every last part of his body until he no longer knew where he ended and they began.

Sometimes, later, Finn would wonder if he had lost on purpose. But he didn't want to sully Aarav's pride by guessing about that aloud, even as they languished before the fire together, cocks out and lying soft over their thighs. No... Not then.

"Halt!" The announcer held up his hand, the dragon's jaws bared in open threat, controlling the crowd. "You will not pass... This one is for the victor... Aarav!"

"You would think you would fight more," the golden dragon rumbled, pushing a finger under Finn's chin, forcing him to look up at the casual victor, one who was more than used to standing in the spotlight. "But you want this... Don't you, Finn?"

Finn growled and turned his head away, blue scales hiding the heat that rose to his face. It was to his benefit that they could not show through scales as dark as his, a rich, deep blue that clad him from head to toe. Yet his wings submissively folded down against his back, showing in the regard of age-old dragon instincts that he was not a threat, would not be a threat. Not that Aarav would consider him such after besting him so easily anyway.

Torchlight flickered and the golden dragon freed his cock, which had only been covered by a loincloth anyway, ripping away the fabric to reveal a length that had to be more than a foot long. It was monstrous and huge and set Finn's guts churning in a way that he would never have admitted to aloud. Maybe that was for the better, even as his own cock throbbed and thickened, pulsing lightly with a hint of blood, arousal curling through.

Finn's shaft ached, though no one was paying attention to him, not in that way. They were more focused on the glory of Aarav, gold scales glinting like gold coins in the torchlight, flames flickering and dancing from stakes with rags at the tip, doused in slow-burning oil. Every moment of Finn's debasement would be captured as the crowd heaved and stomped, a drumming beat with their feet, craving his use.

It was a good thing his heart ached for it too, from his knees. Aarav's smirk turned his heart over, stomach lurching. The gold drake's cock throbbed, the tip beading with a tantalising drop of pre-cum that some deep, barely hidden, part of the blue dragon's soul longed to lap off.

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Oh, fuck...

"Go on, suck it," Aarav mocked him, though it should not have made Finn's cock as hard as it did. "Give it a kiss. I've seen you looking, bathing...swimming...everywhere."

That may have been true, but Finn still rumbled a petulant, stubborn growl, forcing Aarav to grab his horns and drag him in. Even his horns, somehow, were "lesser" than those of the golden dragon, framed like a treasure, a god above him, though Finn had thought that his muscle should have put him in a position to stand up to the best of the best. That there were more fights to come did not seem to both the raging, cheering crowd, hungering for lust, starving for the show. If they dipped into their own sexual liaisons and dalliances while he was sucking dick, it was none of Finn's concern.

His horns were grabbed with a growl, Finn falling submissive, if bratty, pouting even as his mouth was hooked open with a crude finger, a claw digging into the corner of his lips to force him to open up. As he cried out, Aarav took his chance, thrusting inside and deep, cramming his cock into the back of Finn's maw as he hacked and gagged.

"Unff..." The gold dragon groaned, rolling his hips, keeping Finn's head in place for him to fuck, the crowd hollering for more. "And the victor takes the spoils... I thought you could deepthroat though... I'll teach you."

His voice took a darker, more sinister tone, though Finn barely heard him, tears pouring from his eyes at the strain of having his gag reflex pounded at the back of his throat. Yet it was what he wanted, quivering under Aarav, wanting to be dominated, wanting to be used, even if it was not something that Finn honestly understood through and through. What he did know was that watching the fights had made him want to be a part of them, and the aftermath, more and more, to the point that, one year, he had not been able to resist the festivities, not when his time had come. It was all for the better, working out what was to stay with him as a young adult drake, in his early twenties, just over the cusp.

It was easier, however, to take Aarav as the golden drake took the spoils of his victory with claiming, deep strokes of his cock. He didn't seem to even notice Finn's tongue weakly lapping up and around him, not as he moaned and let his head fall back, exposing his throat in a moment of vulnerability that would not be acted upon. He was the victor, after all, and there was nothing vulnerable to be had in the triumphant drake, confident in his own power and oozing dominance.

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Thrust!

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