Party Piece
Laid still on the table as the partygoers moved around him boisterously, wearing, heavy rubber waders and long slick raincoat open to expose his naked, chubby body and hard little penis. Leather rings hooked around balls and shaft to keep him priapic. Leather collar around his neck to identify him as property. The dragon whimpered and bit his lip as hands worked him, darkened goggles ensuring he never knew whose. He felt them slap, squeeze and tickle his dick, never letting him pop, and he could do nothing about it, couldn't even stroke his poor meat to give himself release. He wasn't restrained, but he was forbidden from moving and he was obedient to Sir. His hands only ever moved when a guest guided them to begin beating him off, usually making his vulgar instructions known above the chatter of others adding their verbal degradation to the table decoration. The dragon never spoke back, his head remaining staring sightlessly upwards unless he found himself drawn to one side to start sucking whatever was offered to him
Staying so still was no mean feat. The promise of a good thrashing if he failed helped of course, but at its heart it was almost a meditation. He gave up his self completely, snout and tongue and lips and hands surrendered to the needs of the males who casually mocked him and showered him in their spunk or filled his throat, breathing as steadily as he could to stave off the aching in his back. The constant, suspended need to cum was a pleasure in itself, difficult at first but now, after some time as the buffet, it had become intoxicating in its own right
He wasn't alone on the table, the soles of his boots pressed against matching ones. He didn't know this fellow entertainment or even what he looked like. Both were brought in and laid out whilst already blindfolded. All he knew was that he was a horse and that he was dressed identically to the dragon. From the occasional twitch and spasm of his counterpart's boots against his own he was sure he was receiving just as much treatment as the dragon was
Time slid by without anything to compare it to, the dragon lost in the unending teasing and molestations until he couldn't tell if it had been half an hour or six laid there. He half-expected it never to end, was even mentally preparing himself for the idea, when he found a familiar leash clipped to his collar. He could hear the chain rattling before he felt the first tug at his neck. Not violent, just enough to serve as a reminder who chose his actions for him. He didn't need to be able to see to know the chain was being held by Sir, he knew his movements by heart
The tugging leash guided him into a sitting position, then he clumsily struggled onto all fours to obey Sir's commands as he was led along the table. Soon his probing hands were stroking the smooth rubber toes of his co-star's boots, the dragon's heart pulsing faster and his cock twitching at the contact. He did his best to straddle those wadered legs as he crept further up, stroking the rubber and listening to the horse's excited breath and the murmuring amusement around them. The leash was dropped. Sir's gloved hand stroked the back of his neck, the muted gasp of the equine giving him a good idea where the other was, and the dragon let his head be guided to press his snout to the other's cock, to inhale its scent
The dragon shivered as he made contact. It was immediately clear that this must be a very *big* slave horse, the thought of his own short cock having been on display across from him only making him more dizzy with arousal. He didn't know if this was Sir's way of ensuring he was even more thoroughly humiliated, or if one of them had 'performed' better than the other and was now receiving his reward. He simply opened his mouth obediently and let himself be directed onto the thick shaft
There was more gasping from the horse as the dragon tasted his sex filling his snout, struggling not to graze it with his teeth. He felt the equine cautiously shifting, powerful hands now taking over from Sir's in stroking his horns and guiding him down further onto the cock. The horse was clearly nervous about allowing himself to take any measure of control like this, trying to stifle his own moans of pleasure in clear understanding that he hadn't yet been given permission to speak, which only made the dragon even more excited to be placed at the absolute bottom. He didn't need permission to speak, his mouth was much better applied like this, working his tongue over the horse's glans and tasting the first dashes of precum. He imagined the horse being muscular in contrast to his own softer physique. He was already sure he was the taller one. Imagining such an unabashed Adonis being a rubber-booted slave on his knees made him have to suppress a giggle
The horse didn't last much longer. Seemingly on instruction he pushed the dragon's head back, both hands still on his horns as his cock spasmed freely and thoroughly coated his fellow slave. The dragon took it gladly, whimpering faintly at the same time. His cock was fit to burst as well, and unlike the horse he knew he wasn't going to get an even lower slave who would suck and stroke it until he could have his release. Such was the agony and ecstasy of being such an utter bitch as he was
There was more jangling of chains. The dragon could tell the horse was being leashed now, and soon he felt the equine wriggling out from underneath him, those heavy waders stroking against his raincoated arms and making him wish he was brave enough to steel a kiss of their rubber toes as they passed his snout. The table shook and creaked as the horse climbed off, and a tug on his own leash guided him further forwards. Sir's rubber gloves squeaked along his raincoated back as if petting him, then the dragon felt his raincoat and tail hitched up to expose his arse and balls to the crowd. He heard the horse led around the table, then further creaking as he carefully climbed back up behind him
The scaly slave knew exactly what was coming next, bracing himself with a shiver as he imagined it. His own Master was certainly large and took great pleasure in burying himself to the hilt in his property, but the horse had to be a foot in length! Behind him there was indistinct activity, perhaps the horse or his own Master making sure his cock was hard and ready to rut the dragon again
Strong hands gripped his sides. He was sure now that the horse must be well-toned, imagining some rugged older farmhand only now exploring his desire to submit. Such fantasies were hot, but nothing compared to the sensory overload as he felt the horse's cock guided under his tail, pressing its way into him. At the same time he felt another person climb onto the table in front of him, the unmistakable scent of Sir's cock greeting him as he obediently opened wide to accept it, rubber fingers stroking and gripping his horns
Nothing now but total servitude for the dragon. Unable to touch himself lest he collapse, mouth and arse filled as both males fucked him, the horse still struggling with the balance between submission and pleasure, Sir having no such issues as he forced his property to deep throat him. All the while their audience goading them on. The dragon simply let go, body completely owned as he listened to the growing panting and moaning of the horse lost in pleasure. He didn't seem to care how hard he was fucking him, the dragon had no way of protesting and didn't want to. He was glad to be used and put to work. As first the horse and then Sir came, filling him with their spunk, the dragon lost it, his own body spasming as his cock spat its load onto the table. A blissful end to his performance