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The dragon awoke groggily the next morning, sunlight filtering through the curtains. Rubbing his eyes and straightening his glasses, he looked down at himself and couldn't help smirking to find his slick raincoat still hitched up over his dong and splashed with his dried cum. Speaking of dry, his mouth felt like cotton. Nothing a little water wouldn't fix in either case, he thought as he idly petted his morning wood. The bedside table was strewn with empty packets of crisps and coke cans as well as the microbong, which he'd apparently knocked over and spilled the bongwater everywhere. He chuckled quietly to himself, now masturbating a little more vigorously as the memory returned of wandering down the hotel hall to the vending machine in his kinky gear, trying not to stumble over under the combined influence of marijuana and high-heeled boots and possibly exposing himself to the night janitor. He wasn't sure if he actually had flashed his arse at the cute pig when he was getting the stuff out of the machine, or if he'd just wanted to, but god knew he'd wanted to get the chubby fella back into his room and dressed up in his spare gear whilst he bounced up and down on his cock. Somehow he was convinced the pig would have a cute small cock like his own, something to be adorably shy about until the dragon had it in his mouth or paws or arse and was teaching him how much fun they could be

"Thank god I didn't forget my room key," he muttered to himself. He would've hated to wake up in the hotel lobby or, god save him, a police holding cell, even it was nice to wake up feeling as sleazy as he did the night before. That was what the holiday was about after all. He sucked the fingers of one hand as the other was picking up speed wrapped around his cock and then reached down to begin wriggling them up into his anus as he thought back to the previous night. The big, refined and studly bear who was probably boasting about his purchase to his friends even now, the humiliating thrill of having sold his body on the street, the promise that the bear would pimp him out again if he so desired. And god, he did desire it. He just didn't know if he had the nerves to do it a second time. He bit his lip and groaned as he peaked again, shooting another load over the already soiled mac

"You're such a wanker Tiny," he chuckled to himself contentedly as he looked down at the mess. He definitely wouldn't be able to wear this out and about today. Idly he reached over and picked up the bong to look at it. The thing had lipstick marks near the carb. Apparently he'd been deep-throating it, probably to facilitate his piggy fantasies. He shrugged to himself, rising and clearing up the detritus before stripping and putting on his more usual, masculine yellow two-piece suit and green wellies. The gear he'd checked into the hotel with. He was damned if he would've allowed himself to bring any "normal" clothes with him on this trip after all

* * *

Sedric made no attempt to call the bear for the next few days. Partly it was because the bear told him to ring when he ran out of weed, and though the dragon repeated the nightly ritual of getting tarted up and baked, he wasn't actually smoking through enough of it to exhaust the eighth he'd been given. Mostly though it was because he was shy about whether he definitely wanted to be whored out to the bear's friends. He would've gladly sold his cock to the bear again, that guy knew how to treat him, but he had no way of being sure that the bear's friends would be as good at it or as into his fetishes

Still he was seeing a lot of that piggy janitor. Apparently the hotel employed only one night-time guy, and whilst on Monday and Tuesday he was crossing paths with him purely because he needed some Wotsits or Doritos, by Wednesday he was making a point of going to the machine to see the guy and flirt a little in his stoned haze before heading back to his room to fuck his hand like masturbation was going out of style. He wished he'd brought a dildo with him as well as his stoner kit. With or without a plastic phallus, it made an appealing contrast to the days spent as a reserved and sober-headed tourist in [---] when he went out in his relatively normal outfit seeing the museums and galleries and sitting in cafés writing stories and making drawings in his notebook. He always enjoyed variety

Come Thursday, Sedric found himself waking up from his night's ritual once more, rubbing his sleepy eyes and realising he needed to bite the bullet and ring the bear again if he was going to get properly whored out before the holiday was over. If nothing else he wanted some more of the bear's quality pot to take home with him, and maybe find out what it was supposed to be whilst he was at it. He fished around the bedside table for his phone, scrolling through the address book until he found "pimp", the only title he'd had on-hand for the nameless bear. He didn't think he'd find out a real name any time soon. He suspected his John preferred it that way, and for the purposes of degradation so did he. But... it did make it all the more awkward and difficult to contact him again

The dragon lay back on his bed. It was ten in the morning. The bear didn't strike him as the kind of person who slept in in the mornings, except perhaps unless he'd been making good on those claims to dabble in cocaine. But Sedric didn't know what the bear might be doing either. He had to have significant income to be throwing £100 away on buying sexual favours from raindragons. For all he knew if he rang him now he'd be interrupting him in the middle of an important meeting. For some time he busied himself cleaning himself and his toys up and airing out the room that reeked of stale pot smoke and sweat. Finally he grabbed the mobile and sat down to send his pimp a text:

"Hello Sir! This is Tiny. Sorry for lack of contact, just wanted to say if it's possible to get your friends together tonight then I'd like to work for them"

Done, he stared at it for some time, wondering if he should change any part of it or just not send it at all before biting his lip and despatching it. It was in the bear's hands now. He changed outfits once more and went out into the busy world

* * *

"Hello Sir?" Sedric said hurriedly as he answered his phone, casting his eyes around shiftily lest he'd accidentally allowed any of the other tea drinkers to hear him. Having the bear ring him at all made his dick spring into life at the same time that his body went cold and his cheeks flushed hot, and he wasn't sure if he was scared or excited at what it might mean. All this before the bear had even spoken

"Hello Tiny," the bear said with a soft chuckle in his deep, soothing voice. "I got your message. I do apologise for not getting back to you immediately, I had to make a few phonecalls as you can imagine"

"Y-yes Sir, I can imagine," Sedric replied, trying not to babble as his nerves crept slowly upwards. It was unfortunate he was in [---] and not Amsterdam, now would've been a good time to finish off the last of the weed to settle himself. He could tell the bear picked up on it, laughing more deeply now

"You're not apprehensive are you Tiny?"

"Well Sir," he began, struggling not to break into babbling, "I mean, it's quite a big thing..."

"Seemed very small when you were showing it to me," the bear replied in his well-mannered tone, the dragon burning again from the humiliating quip. "No matter, here's where you're going to meet me," he continued, reeling off an address as Sedric scrambled for his pen to write it down. "You'll come at 7 o'clock tonight, make sure you're dressed up as a tart just like before. I'll be expecting you to work especially hard for your fix, since I'm sure that's what you're most after"

"Oh, yes Sir," Sedric replied excitedly. Mostly spur-of-the-moment theatre, playing up to the role of drug slut that he was finding so hot. The bear clearly enjoyed it as well, laughing heartily. "Good little whore. We're going to make sure to sell off the last of that pesky dignity of yours aren't we Tiny?"

Sedric could only whimper a subservient "yes Sir," feeling the strong urge to get out of the tea shop and go somewhere more private. He hurriedly said his goodbyes to the bear, paid his bill and left, heading back to the hotel before he chewed his fingers clean off

* * *

The remains of the afternoon were an intoxicating torture for the dragon. Aroused, terrified, somewhat confused in himself, he returned to the hotel and slipped into his prostitution gear only to lay on the bed with the raincoat hitched up to free his aching boner and his ass on his hands to keep from either rubbing it or loading up the bong with the tiny amount of weed remaining. "It'll all be worth the wait," he groaned to himself, removing a hand to flick listlessly through TV channels and sit watching Columbo in desperate hope of distraction

The time came to leave, the dragon managing to tuck away his temporarily softened cock, straighten his raincoat and put on his make-up. "You're a great hooker," he said self-consciously into the mirror as he put away the lipstick, "I'd pay good money to fuck you." Then he picked up his bag and darted downstairs to hail a taxicab. He wasn't about to try and figure out the best bus route to the bear's instructed destination, he would've either gotten lost in his anxiety or panicked amidst the other passengers and turned right around. For all he knew turning around might've been the more sensible option, but things had gone much too far not to see them through to the end

In the event he arrived a few minutes before seven, much to his personal pride as he paid the taxi driver and looked around. He was in the carpark of what he assumed was a private club named Oriastre. Across the carpark was what was unmistakably a black limousine with its driver stood next to it in suit and peaked cap. It didn't take long for the dragon to realise the horse, stood with arms folded, was wearing full rainsuit tucked into black wellies or perhaps rubber riding boots, the two nodding knowingly to each other as he approached the car

"Are you with... um..." Sedric's cheeks flushed again. He still had no idea what the bear's name was after all. The horse smiled warmly

"You can just call him 'Sir' if you like," he grinned, "I do too." Then he turned and opened the car door. "Your prostitute is here Sir"

"Splendid," came the rich, deep voice as its owner climbed out of the car, lacking the sou' wester but otherwise in the same outfit he'd worn the night he bought Sedric's services. "I'm so glad you came, and early as well. Or would 'prematurely' be your preferred choice of words?" He smiled as he watched the dragon's humiliation growing as the dragon shrank in turn, lowering his head shamefully. "Anderson," he addressed the horse now, "this is Tiny, our newly-corrupted little pot-whore who will be very happy to show you how he gets his nickname won't you Tiny?"

Sedric quivered and nodded, hitching his fingers under the raincoat and tugging it up to let his prick spring free. His cheeks were hot enough to fight off the cold air hitting his exposed flesh, the embarrassment and excitement growing stronger and stronger as the chauffeur inspected the goods on display. "Yes, that name definitely suits you," the horse said with a suggestive smile as he cupped the dragon's balls before drawing a fingertip over the nervous, excited cock. "Looks like you could already pop as well. You ought to keep him caged, Sir"

"Caged?" Sedric asked, worriedly imagining being locked in a tiny metal cell

"Not at all," the bear replied gruffly, "how will he earn his reward if I don't let him follow his slutty desires? Just because I keep you chaste doesn't mean I need everyone in my service to be." He gripped the horse's crotch roughly, getting an audible and submissive whinny from the formerly cocksure horse, lowering his head, arms folded politely behind his back once more. Suddenly Sedric understood what he meant by 'caged'

"Why don't you show Tiny?" the bear asked, or more rightly commanded the horse who nodded and began unbuttoning the slick black pants, unheeding of anyone who might see them there in the carpark. He pushed them down to his knees and stood again with arms folded behind him as he presented the gleaming metal device locked around his cock, keeping it soft and lowered. Sedric couldn't help biting his lip, both from imagining his own cock imprisoned thus and from realising that if the device itself was so large then the horse, when - or if ever - he was freed, had to be bigger than his bear Master. The bear laughed as he looked both his humbled submissives over, then drew the horse into a kiss

"Anderson is such a whore," the bear said as they parted, not looking at the dragon. "It's why I keep him locked up so as to ensure he remains focused on his work. How long have I had you locked up now, Anderson?"

"Three months now Sir," the horse replied, his flatly denied arousal nonetheless showing on his face. From their positions in front of him Sedric was sure the bear had to be pushing his fingers up the horse's ass

"I think you're overdue to come out of it," the bear chuckled. "If Tiny does his best to please our guests I might let him bend over for you." Both subs locked eyes at that, the dragon blushing, the horse looking keen on his Master's suggestion. "Until then," the bear said with a suddenly more professional tone, "we need to get inside. The others will be here soon and we're going to freeze all our cocks off if we stay out here"

* * *

Horse and dragon made presentable, the bear unlocked the building and stepped inside, quickly followed by his "employees." The room was spacious with a stage at the far end, tables arranged around the edges as if it might be used for dances. Sedric was tempted to ask what the bear's relationship with the clubhouse was, how he had it to himself and so on. The dragon was rapidly picking up on the implicit power structure, the horse obedient to his Master but seeing himself, or being permitted to see himself, as higher up than the dragon. Which seemed reasonable, after all locked cock or not, the horse was here to drive a car, not sell his body. The thought got Sedric's already hard prick dancing again under the feminine slicker as he tried to imagine the men he was going to be pimped out to, and what they were going to use him for

"I must admit I've been looking forward to this all week," the bear said as he settled at one of the tables and pulled out his pipe and what was unmistakably several small bags of pot, beckoning the dragon over. "Have you, Tiny? That exciting moment when you realised you were so eager to get stoned again that you were going to ring me and ask me to sell you as a whore?"

Sedric blushed, head bowed. The bear was as verbose as ever, but he was enjoying the way he liked to bite into his role as Master, and it was true at least that he was selling his body to fulfil a craving for drugs. "Yes Sir," he said meekly as the bear groped his erection through his raincoat, coyly tugging it up to expose the dragon again

"Such a shame you're only here for a week," the bear mused, hand wandering over scaly cock and balls and coaxing a drop of precum from his prostitute, "I'm sure you'll want to do this many more times won't you?" More humble whimperings from the dragon, more thoughts coursing through his head of selling his arse for a living in exchange for all the marijuana he could wish for. If he could've been guaranteed a steady stream of dominants like the bear he realised he could just about be talked into it for real. The bear let go of his cock, opening one of the little plastic bags and beginning to load it with the sweet smelling herb. "Kneel down, put your hands behind your back for me and take this in your lips," he said as he presented the stem of the pipe to the dragon. "We're going to get you nicely relaxed before we start," he smiled

Nervously Sedric obeyed, glancing over at the amused horse and wondering if Anderson partook at all. Something about the prospect of being high not only in front of these two but the unknown number of customers his pimp had set up for him was making him both apprehensive and more aroused yet, realising just how exposed and vulnerable he'd be when they turned up. The bear flicked the lighter and the dragon began cautiously drawing on the pipe, warm smoke filling his lungs and soon beginning to tickle his senses

"Good dragon," the bear soothed, taking the pipe back after Sedric had enjoyed two or three good tokes and clenching it in his own teeth. "Now we have a while before our guests arrive. If you will kindly bring the equipment from the car, Anderson, I shall unwind myself." He looked down at the dragon with a wicked, toothy smile as he worked his cock free of his own slicker and attended to lighting and puffing the pipe. Sedric didn't question, he simply nodded and took the bear's cock in his snout, a different kind of pipe to smoke whilst they waited...

* * *

Half an hour or so had passed before the first guest arrived, though the dragon could only tell by checking the clock. The weed made everything slow down for him, and anyway he was preoccupied sucking the bear's cock a second time. His pimp was truly insatiable, eagerly alternating between stuffing the dragon's snout and making use of the horse's muzzle. What most struck the dragon though was the "equipment" he'd had Anderson bring from the car, consisting of manacles and several different whips and floggers. The dragon had whimpered louder than ever at the sight, realising he was going to get his share of pain out of the evening. Not that he minded of course. Even baked, part of him knew he should be concerned that he hadn't been asked permission for a thrashing, but the promise of pain, the blur of weed and the excitement of feeling truly like a bought whore, stripped of personal authority, was all such an intoxicating mixture

"Ah, here you are," the bear exclaimed dramatically, gesturing over Sedric's head to the guest with a shortly-added, "finish me off, dragon." Sedric obeyed, sucking the head of his cock hungrily whilst the bear wrapped a paw around the shaft to stroke it furiously. soon filling his snout with a second load

"Ever a performer," the mystery guest replied in a dismissive tone. Evidently he was as conscious of the bear's taste for showmanship as the dragon was, with the added position of being allowed to say it. "Ever in raincoats as well," he added

"Oh, we all have our peccadilloes don't we?" the bear chuckled as he pushed the dragon's head back and rose from his chair, drawing his hooker to his feet at the same time

"We're not all quite as single-minded about them though." Sedric could finally look over his shoulder at the guest, a tall gorilla in an extremely expensive-looking suit, carrying what looked like a travel bag. The dragon didn't doubt it must contain the required wardrobe. He would've turned around fully to look at the gorilla, but his pimp was casually holding him close, perhaps as if symbolically protecting his property from unwarranted usage. At least that amongst other things, as one paw casually squeezed the cheek of his arse through the slick black mac

"Well," the bear chuckled, "a good connoisseur doesn't get that way by sipping wine once a week. And, if you're willing to play along with my indulgence," he hooked his fingers under the hem of the dragon's raincoat, Sedric shivering slightly as it was tugged up to show off his bare arse, "I can promise you this one is a very fine specimen"

The gorilla walked up slowly, the dragon unsure whether to make eye contact or not, blushing more deeply as his strong hand casually patted the scaly buttocks on offer. "Ah ah," the bear admonished, "not too much before we start, I do also expect you to pay for the service, don't forget"

"My god you're such a miser," the gorilla replied, rolling his eyes. The bear grinned insouciantly

"That's because we both know it's always worth it when I provide the services"

More eyerolling. The gorilla stepped back, beginning to unfasten his tie with his free hand. "I suppose so, though I've got a surprise for you next time I'm in charge. I'll go put this mess on for you, any word of the others yet?"

The bear shook his head as his guest was heading towards the gents' toilets. "Not yet. I doubt they'll be far behind you. Such a shame our fourth man couldn't make it on such short notice, you know what he's like for dragons." The gorilla threw his head back in laughter as he disappeared into the toilet, leaving Sedric's fuzzy mind spinning with questions about who the "fourth man" was and what the gorilla was supposed to be planning for the bear, questions he doubted anyone would answer for him. Fortunately the other guests arrived soon after, distracting him from the annoying little conundrum buzzing around his thoughts

The otter entered first, obviously lithe body already covered by the prerequisite yellow slicker and black boots, hands thrust casually into his pockets, whistling casually as he nodded to the bear. He looked so much more down to earth than Sedric's pimp did, like someone who was dressed that way because it happened to be raining even if his raincoat was dry right now. "Evening," he chuckled, revealing a voice that matched his appearance

"Evening," the bear replied, "I see you took the bolder option regarding the required outfit then." The otter pulled a face in response

"Speak English, will ya?" he asked. The bear sighed, idly, slightly irritatedly squeezing his whore's buttock

"You decided to dress up before you came," he clarified. The otter smirked at his small victory and nodded

"Mmm-hmm. Our 'straight man' should work up the nerve to get out of the car and get in here any time now I'm hoping. His wife took one look at me and said he had to dress up before he went out too"

"Oh he must have loved that," the bear replied. "Here, come have a squeeze of Tiny here before he gets in. Not too much of course"

"Of course," the otter said, webbed paws soon on the dizzy dragon's behind. "Oh he's nice though. I hear you're getting pimped because you're a total pot addict?" he asked, the dragon's face turning beet red as he nodded. The ever-present urge to clarify, to explain his personal involvement with weed, had to be squashed down in the name of the fantasy, which only made his sense of embarrassment deeper and the blush much hotter. "Can I fuck him first?" the otter continued

"Certainly not!" the bear harrumphed, "I expect us to work up a good healthy appetite before I even begin thinking about letting the three of you bid for his arse. Oh and I see you've finally braved us as well." Sedric couldn't understand the bear's non-sequitur until he realised his pimp and Master was addressing that third guy they'd been talking about, craning his neck again to see a really rather fat and short beaver stood at the doorway, looking like he'd been caught stealing. Or wanking. Even more than the otter it was clear his muddy green wellies had been pulled straight from the garden, filling the dragon with visions of being made to lick them clean. The thin sliver of information courtesy of the otter made him most curious of all about this participant; perhaps his wife was his dominatrix, commanding the embarrassed figure to go and plough some hot queer arse for her entertainment? He'd known one or two couples in that model, that was for sure. His instinctive reaction was always to want to give the guy the most mindblowing orgasm he could, to make sure he had no regrets about ending up inside the dragon. He couldn't be sure any of those ideas applied here though. The beaver didn't say anything that might give him away; he just looked awkward and aroused at once as the other two silently added to his clear embarrassment. Sedric was just the commercial fuck, none of them were going to clarify for his benefit. The realisation only made him feel hornier still

"Well, looks like we're all ready to go," the gorilla said as he emerged from the toilet in a heavy black raincoat similar to the bear's, but hung open showing off similarly black rubber thighwaders and an enormous, semi-erect cock. "I see you made it," he added, addressing the beaver, "your wife let you out to play then?"

"Oh y-yes," the nervous figure stuttered. Sedric was aware for the first time that the beaver was easily the shortest in the room, shorter even than he himself was up against the towering gorilla. For all he knew the beaver's dick might be the shortest in the room too. Suddenly he was feeling pangs of jealousy that he might find himself no longer the centre of humiliation in the room. Thankfully, the bear wasn't about to let that happen

"Gentlemen," the polar bear began, guiding his property around to face the room, "I have this rather marvellous, cute little slut dragon who will be playing prostitute for us tonight. Don't you think he looks beautiful in his makeup and chic raingear?" Sedric was blushing so much at the words he was sure if he hitched up his slicker even his cock would be bright red. As if on cue, he felt the bear's fingers hooking under the raincoat preparing to do just that. "Let's show these gentlemen just how cute you are," he chuckled, tugging at the PVC mac as its wearer simply stood still and obeyed. Everyone, even the beaver, cracked a smile as he stumpy cock was allowed to spring free, bobbing comically for a moment

"Jesus, talk about a cocktail sausage," the gorilla snorted as he eyed what was on offer. Sedric cast his eyes down as he and the otter came closer to inspect his offering, the beaver following cautiously a moment later

"So what were you planning on?" the otter asked, casually wriggling his own above-average cock free, "shall we take bets on who can toss a ring around that little pecker?"

The bear laughed uproariously at his words. "No, not at all," he explained. "As our entertainment for the evening, Tiny will be foregoing too much attention to his little prick. You'd much rather attend to some men's cocks than have your own boy-dick bothered with, wouldn't you?"

"Y-yes Sir, absolutely," the dragon panted. The bear knew how to lay it on thick. He found himself led over to the bar, to the long brass rail that ran its length, supported by similarly brass elephant heads bolted to the scuffed wooden front

"Anderson," the bear instructed. Without further clarification the horse took something from his pocket and gave it to the bear. Something silver in colour. Sedric knew what it was soon enough as he found himself cuffed, the chain of the cuffs threaded around an elephant's trunk and holding him in place, hands resting on the brass rail for support. "Spread your legs, dragon," his pimp instructed, "keep that tail up good and high for me." Sedric obeyed, bracing himself for what he fully expected to be a sound buggering or four

"Now, gentlemen," the bear continued, turning his attention away from his helpless whore, "since our little slut is so exposed for us, has anyone any thoughts on what I'm proposing?"

"Just cut to the chase, Christ," the otter moaned. The bear growled in turn, his annoyance clear. Instead of speeding up, he took his pipe out and loaded in a little more of what smelled unmistakably to be weed. Sedric's cock, which was already painfully stiff in full knowledge it may not even get touched this evening, twitched more excitedly still as the bear lit the pipe, puffed it and then brought it to his whore's lips to enjoy

"You're very lucky I'm properly relaxed," the bear admonished his mustelid friend, "honestly you're much too impatient, you could benefit from getting into the experience a little more, maybe a little of this now and again"

"Chase," the otter repeated flatly, sounding unimpressed. Sedric could hear his eyes rolling. In fact it was beginning to give him the giggles despite his nerves, herbal smoke trickling from his nostrils

"I was going to suggest a little spanking," the bear replied. "Five pounds per five spanks, or ten," Sedric felt the bear's paw tap his nuts lightly, making the dragon squeak from the spike of sensation, "if you want to aim for these"

"Does he l-like that?" the beaver asked. Sedric got the impression the beaver would definitely like giving it, no doubt a cruel sadist was waiting to crack out of that shy exterior and take out his desires and frustrations on the dragon's tender scales. The bear smirked, puffing his pipe again

"Does it matter? He's going to do whatever we want to get his bag of pot. You're already learning to be a dedicated little drug-slut aren't you Tiny?" Sedric nodded in mute subservience, imagining for a moment life if he decided to say "fuck it" and stay in [---], streetwalking each night whilst the powerful, refined bear kept him high on weed and perhaps other, more forbidden drugs... but not. What happened in [---] stayed in [---]. But he promised himself he was going to enjoy the fantasy and the roleplay at least as the bear gave him another puff on the pipe, adding to the tingling in his senses. The bear gave him a good, sound slap on his arse for good measure as he took the pipe back, the dragon loving the satisfying sting and the promise of how much more was to come

"Are we giving first go to the highest bidder?" the gorilla asked, Sedric bracing himself as he heard the towering male opening his wallet. If this guy was first it would be one hell of a start. He had bloody huge hands! Out of the corner of his eye he watched his pimp waving the idea away though, settling down in a chair apparently to watch the show

"No, I'll have you take turns, five slaps at a time," the bear clarified. The gorilla grunted loudly

"You want us to pay for each one individually as well? I feel like I should be shoving fives into his g-string"

"You know it makes it more interesting," the bear chuckled. "And I know you-" Sedric wasn't sure which of the three was being addressed, but he was convinced it had to be the beaver again, "-would be asking if I could take credit cards." The gorilla and otter laughed, confirming the dragon's belief in his mind

"Just as well I brought plenty small change," the otter said, stepping up and planting a £5 note on the bar next to the cuffed dragon, giving him a smile that promised the night was young

"Well then you're the first to spank him," the bear replied. "Anderson, over here would you?" Sedric watched, openly fascinated as the chauffeur horse went to his Master's aid and, again without need for verbal clarification, knelt down in front of him. Though obscured by his head and cap it was clear the horse was nuzzling the bear's organ. "I want you to keep me on edge, Anderson," the bear said in a lower voice, more for the horse's benefit than the room. "No matter what instruction I give next I expect you to keep me there until our guests are completely finished with this prostitute." Sedric bit his lip as he listened in, the bear settling back in his chair with his herbal pipe, cock swallowed by the obedient horse. Something about knowing the bear enjoyed orgasm denial as much as he, or his chauffeur, did, made him even more attractive to the dragon

The sharp sting of the otter's open palm against his exposed arse left Sedric's thoughts vibrating, forcing his attentions back to his customers. There was a second slap to his other buttock, then back and forth and back again as the otter laughed over his work. "He's got a good soft arse for it," he snickered. "Five slaps a turn isn't enough, can't I at least even him out?"

"If I start granting liberties like that you'll all be rewriting the rules all night," the bear replied, one hand pushing Anderson's head down. Sedric was sure he was gagging his chauffeur, though the horse wasn't putting up any kind of fight. He wanted that ursine cock again, under his tail this time. He'd sucked his pimp off enough times this evening, and his ass was in the air being offered for a hell of a lot more than just a slap if anyone would take it. He was a whore at heart anyway, drugs or not, holiday or not. He was desperate to be paid for another fuck, to be made to feel it completely. At least he was definitely going to feel something as his next client planted £10 on the bar, the nervous beaver

"And I can slap these all I like?" the beaver asked, Sedric feeling his trembling hand roll his exposed balls in his palm. The bear snorted again

"You can slap them five times, yes," he clarified wearily, "and don't play with them so much, if he squirts that little cock before we're done I'll have you lick it off the floor." Sedric got the impression the bear had had discussions like this with the "straight" beaver before. Eyes closed, bracing himself, he felt his customer taking his hand away from his sensitive flesh

A second later the dragon arched and squealed and jerked his cuffs against the brass rail, probably bruising his wrists as the beaver slapped him square in the balls with force he'd never have thought he could have. He could hear him gibbering with glee through four more sharp, dead-on blows, working out whatever frustrations he had on the prostitute-dragon's orbs. Sedric found himself whimpering, struggling to keep his knees straight and legs firm after the flood of pain, but he felt good about it. The mixture of overflowing punishment with the weed in his system and the pleasure that came from knowing the beaver and, he was sure, his pimp were themselves being pleased left him overwhelmed, a white noise explosion in his head

The gorilla was next, another ten on the bar. Mercifully he kept himself to just one blow to the dragon's nuts, even if it nearly sent him on his knees. He chuckled, deep and rich and throaty as he used up his next four slaps on the soft, scaly buttocks instead. "How's it feel?" he asked the slut, as amused by his emotional punishment as by any physical one

"I'm a whore," Sedric muttered, the only semi-coherent answer he could manage. Across the room he watched Anderson lightly kissing and nuzzling the bear's cock, its owner panting and rumbling and clearly fighting his own desire, which he'd already commanded be ignored in any case, for the horse to finish him off

"I think your hooker's broken," the gorilla laughed, patting the dragon more gently on his exposed thigh as he stepped back. The bear laughed in turn

"So he should be, he wanted his will shattered anyway or he wouldn't have taken the job. Try not to beat yourself off too early"

Again it took the dragon a moment to comprehend that the bear's second line wasn't directed at the gorilla but at the beaver who'd already coughed up for a second turn, pulling his twitching, excited cock free of his mackintosh at last. The dragon couldn't fight a smile, one he hoped his customers would take as a good thing. He was just pleased to see the trembling male was better hung than he was, even if he was only average. He could see why the bear was teasing him, his customer looked like the slightest touch to his dick would send him off like a firehose

Too much fascination with the beaver's lust left Sedric totally unprepared as another five blows rained down on his balls, howling pitifully in response. "Thank god this place isn't in the middle of town," the otter laughed as he switched places with the blushing beaver, casually pumping his dick just a little as he laid down a tenner of his own. Balls then left cheek then balls then right cheek then balls again. The otter, the stoned dragon was beginning to realise, liked patterns. Any more complicated thought than that was being rendered impossible by the intense, swollen agony in his lower portions. To his side Anderson was kissing or licking his master's glans, the bear having lost any will to comment in favour of pure overstimulated voyeurism

The pain and payment continued for what felt like a thousand years, the experience becoming more like a meditation, albeit with the dragon's rock-hard stub twitching and dripping precum in desperation as he was slapped again and again

"Hey when do we get to do some more with this dragon?" the gorilla asked between his third and fourth slap, both on the quivering dragon's nuts. "I'm gonna run out of money before I even get a handjob!"

"I promise I won't let that happen," the bear replied hazily, "he gives handjobs that are much too nice not to let you enjoy. But then he is something of an inveterate wanker"

"You should be paying us," the otter threw in, toying with another fiver and making the dragon wince pre-emptively at what it threatened. "You bringing us here and having us pay to basically do a live spanking show while you get all cozy and stoned with that horse. You never let me play with your horse!"

"I think, after last time you hosted," the bear offered as a rejoinder, "I've earned the right to watch you. Don't you?" The otter cracked up laughing, planting the note down on the growing pile on the bar and delivering a swift, stinging blow to Sedric's cheeks

"Alright, yeah, I'll give you that one"

"Mmm, and my horse is my horse, I'm afraid he's not for pimping out"

The dragon could only moan pitifully, not even trying any more to get his brain to tackle the mystery of what past perverse sex games they could be nodding to between them. He was property, pure and simple. Why should the otter explain to him when he could beat the dragon's tenderised behind instead? The dragon gripped harder on the bar, knees shaking a little as the otter continued his evenly distributed spanking and the dragon let himself fantasise about when one of them finally planted his hands on his sides and fucked him like the bitch he was

"Very well, I'll set a new game," the bear finally said just as it looked like the beaver was going to break out another £10. By now the dragon had resolved himself to looking down subserviently at the wood of the bar, but he was still just independent enough to watch out of the corner of his eye as his pimp loaded his pipe with weed once more. "Here, let him have some more of this," he said, the dragon's dick leaping again at the promise. He smiled as the gorilla brought it to his snout, lighting it for him and holding it as he inhaled. It felt good, the feeling of his already high state ascending even further and letting the well-worn dragon grow even more uninhibited, more subservient, more of a slut. The bear was definitely taking care of his drug whore's needs

"Now then," the bear continued, shifting in his chair and dragging the cocksucking horse with him, "I've every intention of letting all of you bugger him, including you Anderson, though you'll wait your turn until the end as I'm sure you understand. As for the rest of you..." he paused for a moment, distracted by his chauffeur's efforts. "The rest of you will have a challenge. I'll let each of you give him a good, hard slap in the balls. Whoever can make his knees buckle wins first fuck. Hold firm, dragon. I'm expecting you to put up a good fight"

Sedric almost choked on the pot smoke at the bear's words. He didn't know how much more pain he could take. He did know he could at least make it quick by giving in on the first slap, but instead he braced himself, ready for the first blow. He had every intention of doing what his pimp was paying him to. "No-one can say I'm not an obedient prostitute," the red-eyed dragon thought to himself as he toked again on the welcome pipe

The gorilla gave the bear his pipe back, Sedric soon feeling that enormous hand resting on his sex, priming itself for the blow. There was that brief moment when the warm flesh was replaced by cool air, and then the rush of sound as he heard the gorilla connect with his balls again, pain exploding and making him howl and clench the bar until he thought his fingers would burst. The sound of his own abuse was mixed with the laughter of the others in the room, but he stood firm all the same, even spreading his legs further to make sure he was more stable and that the next participant had a better shot at his testicles

The beaver struck next, delivering a slap that made the gorilla's seem gentle and nearly winning the competition with it. Sedric fought back sobs with the pain. The beaver's sadist streak was mindboggling. After that, the otter's turn seemed tame by comparison

"Jeez, you're indestructible," the otter said in disbelief as he stepped away. Sedric wasn't sure if he was amused or disgruntled not to have won first fuck

"He knows his role," the bear said, voice slurred from Anderson's tending to his needs. "Your turn again my friend"

The dragon gripped tighter still on the bar, sure his scales must be turning white with the pressure, eyes fixed on the varnished wood in front of him. He would've liked to be chained to a part of the bar facing a mirror instead of the massed shot bottles and snack foods presented to him. Part of him would've liked to see the gorilla winding up to deliver his next blow, to admire how he looked in the open heavy black slicker and thigh waders, flaunting that enormous dick. Even if they weren't his fetish, he undeniably suited them

The gorilla's strike cracked the air, Sedric's body arching at the lightning bolt of pain from his balls but somehow remaining upright. It was getting difficult to breathe by this point, but he was determined to stand his ground as long as dragonly possible. "Jesus Christ," the gorilla muttered to himself, stepping back to compare notes with the otter. Whipped whore or not, Sedric was beginning to get a swelling of pride again at his endurance. He was sure his pimp would be proud of him, assuming the bear was focusing on him at all. From the glimpses his prostitute allowed himself, it looked like the stately businessman was mostly concerned with fucking Anderson's mouth achingly slowly

Like a "SCENE MISSING" card flashing up in an old movie, the dragon found himself dropped to his knees, gasping and wheezing for air as the most fierce stinging yet flooded up from his balls to his brain. The beaver's second attempt. He'd been so preoccupied again eyeing the fun going on in the corner, he hadn't even primed himself to receive the shamefaced sadist's next attack. All three customers were whooping with delight to see him felled. He didn't blame them. He was waiting for it himself

"Well, how about that?" the otter laughed, a loud slap that Sedric assumed was him patting the beaver on the back. "So do you get to actually stick it in the dragon now or is there going to be another rule first?"

"You do love to complain," the bear replied, more amused than irritated this time, clearly enjoying his role as master of ceremonies. In the dragon's wasted haze as he climbed weakly back to his feet his pimp was starting to seem more and more like a Roman emperor, even imagining, or possibly hallucinating, a laurel wreath perched on his head. "No, he can go right ahead, I think it's time to see our little whore take some good hard cock. You can go second, since you're so impatient. I trust our man in black doesn't mind being third?"

"Not at all," the gorilla said with a chuckle, "if I went first I'd probably split him in half anyway"

Sedric trembled at that thought, and at the beaver now fondling his abused rear end. Cautiously one finger and then two were wriggled into his anus, stretching him more and more. It even surprised the dragon a little; he half-expected the ball-torturing beaver to ram himself in as hard as possible, but this was oddly tender now. A third finger was clumsily added, then the beaver removed his hand and took up his position behind his prize. The dragon nearly mewled as he felt the beaver's dick pressing up against his hole, beginning to push inside him. Spankings felt good and degrading, but this was what he'd really been looking forward to, knowing unambiguously that his body was bought for sex

"Oh god, you're good and tight for a prostitute," the beaver gasped as he worked his way inside, getting still more laughter from the others

"You'd know about that," the gorilla mocked. The beaver paid him no mind for once, already too focused on buggering the dragon

"I hope you don't mind me flogging your balls like that," the beaver said in a low, polite voice, wholly for the dragon's benefit

"That's alright Sir," the prostitute wheezed, "what you want is what's most important." In fact he found the beaver's self-effacing manner endearingly complex, the way he at once unleashed his more vicious desires and felt the need to apologise for them

"I don't really go for raincoats but... oh Christ... you do look good in yours"

"Thank you Sir." He doubted the otter and gorilla would be so conversational or considerate of his feelings. He certainly wouldn't object to them for it. It felt so good being bought, and bought with weed no less, knowing all choice over his flesh had been taken away from him for the night

The beaver was gathering pace now, his balls slapping up against the dragons and adding just a little more to the intense stinging still shooting through them. Just as well he hadn't planned on being a father. For all he knew the customer was a father himself, another one of those little details the dragon found intoxicating to imagine

"Alright, this is it," the beaver panted, "oh fuck I'm going to cum inside you"

"Do it, don't just talk about it," the bear admonished, pushing his chauffeur's head back down to lick his balls. With a few more outright violent thrusts the beaver obeyed, hilting himself in the dragon, digging his fingers into Sedric's exposed hips as he exploded, filling the dragon with his warm essence

"Oh lord that felt good," he said as he separated himself from the whore, spluttering his words with laughter. Sedric could do nothing more than pant and admire the marks on the woodwork again, still needing to cum, occasional sputter of precum landing on the polished floorboards below. He kept his eyes on the small stain and on his own twitching cock, watching the upside-down vision of the otter's wellies striding up confidently, reminding him he would get no rest

"Sloppy seconds," the otter smirked. "Jeez, you must've really needed to bust a nut. How long've you had those blue balls?" Sedric was convinced he could feel the room get hotter from the beaver's embarrassment, or perhaps it was just another effect of the bear's weed. He was glad of the beaver's mess anyway as he felt the otter's larger organ beginning to fill his already-stretched hole

"That's right, take it you whore, I've paid good money for this," the otter grunted. Sedric was convinced he was hamming it up for his purchase's benefit

"Technically you paid good money to slap him about," the bear said, moaning his words as he was kept on edge, "this is just his way of thanking you for his purple scales"

"Oh god, whatever," the otter retorted, pulling his cock back and pushing it all the way inside forcefully, "as long as it's a good 'thank you'"

As wiped out as he was, the dragon tried his best to reciprocate, to work harder to satisfy the otter. He almost didn't notice the gorilla moving to stand by the bar, to better enjoy the view. "Like what you see?" he joked menacingly, one hand idly stroking his huge prick, pink against the sleek black of his fur and the rubber raingear

"I know I do," the otter said, picking up the pace. "You're making me jealous of the tart waving that thing about!"

"Next time I organise," the gorilla said with a grin. "You just keep doing what you're doing"

"I'll hold you to that," the otter replied. "C'mon you little cum-dumpster." His weight was on the dragon now, Sedric's barely-aware mind swimming with the intensity of it all to the point where he couldn't even marvel at his own stamina, remaining upright through it all. The otter was far more aggressive than the beaver had been, not giving a damn about the dragon's feelings. "Come on dragon," the otter gasped, breath getting short, "beg for me to cum up your arse"

"Oh p-please Sir, yes please..."

"Louder!"

"Please Sir! Cum inside me!"

"That's more like it, oh fuck-"

Like the beaver before him the otter rammed himself home, Sedric worried his grip might scuff up his raincoat as his insides were plastered further. Spent, the otter lay on top of the shaking whore, panting and gathering his breath again

"You're hammy as hell sometimes," the beaver interjected, growing more courageous in the face of his peers and breaking the atmosphere. The otter cackled, sluggishly pulling himself free

"Least it was a good fuck. Your turn," he slapped the gorilla on the arm as he stepped away

"Saving the best for last," came the response, the imposing figure cupping the dragon's chin and guiding him to focus on his thick pole. "Think you're ready for this, dragon?" The whore nodded meekly, his customer chortling and squeezing drops of precum onto his fingers, offering them for Sedric to lap clean. "I hope you're ready for this too," he added, addressing the bear-pimp now. "I can't remember how long you've been trying to lure me into a raincoat"

"Suits you though," the bear said, voice a blissed-out rumble as Anderson returned to sucking the head of his cock

"You need to quit flaunting your magic endurance as well," the gorilla added, powerful hands now on the apprehensive dragon. "How the hell do you stay on edge like that?"

"My driver knows me very well, that's all. No need to match me, do what you like with the hooker. Small-pricked harlots like him are always size queens"

"Oh I'm going to," the final customer sneered, pushing his fat organ rudely under the prostitute's tail. He laughed heartily at the dragon's whimpering. "Aww, don't you want me to fuck you?"

"Y-yes Sir, please do," the dragon struggled in response. "I'm a whore. Please fuck me"

"Good boy." And then Sedric's senses exploded in white light as the gorilla meat was slammed home. If the otter was harsh, the gorilla was downright cruel. "I bet you're proud of yourself now aren't you?" he ridiculed, "selling your slutty arse out for a little pot." Sedric couldn't find any words to say, but as much as he felt degraded and abused by the gorilla and the others, he was proud. Proud of his small dick and how well he served the others, how well he proved himself as a total drug-whore for their entertainment. It felt amazing being the centre of everyone's attention and pleasure as the gorilla fucked him almost inside out. Again he wished he could be looking into a mirror, not just to see how well the gorilla was enjoying him but to savour his own expression, his own blissful service. Across the room his pimp was certainly enjoying it as much as ever, though by now the bear was almost completely focused on guiding Anderson in sucking and teasing his cock. No doubt the other two, even though they'd had their turn, must be taking as much pleasure in the show

"Jesus, y'know I'm starting to like these thigh boots," the gorilla laughed, voice strained by exertion, "these have to be the most macho things I've ever worn"

"Good investment, they suit your cock," the otter added

"Yeah, maybe I'll keep 'em for when it's my evening. I can tell this dragon loves them huh?"

"Oh god yes..."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Much better"

For Sedric there was nothing else left but the gorilla's dick, spreading him wide and forcing him to take it all. No world outside the clubhouse, just the inside where the dragon could be put to use again and again. It was almost enough to send him over the edge, but once again he found himself cruelly denied. Huffing and snarling furiously, the gorilla nearly did split the prostitute in half as he reached his climax, bellowing louder than even the dragon had during his torture. "Jesus Christ," he panted, roughly pulling back and stumbling over to join his friends

And Sedric was left, still desperately on the edge of cumming, now empty and exposed

"Well done dragon," the bear sighed, "if standing and taking it counts as doing anything. I'm sure you must be eager to cum yourself now"

"Oh god yes please Master Sir"

"Good, then you can wait a little longer then. I," he slouched further back in his chair, picking up his chauffeur's cap to stroke behind the horse's ears, "get to cum first"

"Hey didn't your wife say you had to get cum on that thing?" the otter said out of nowhere, his intentions easy to guess. Despite his frustrated lust Sedric bit his lip, stifling his giggles at the beaver who was now spluttering awkwardly in response

"Oh she did?" the bear said, delighted. "Why didn't you say so?"

"Well..." was all the beaver could say. Even without seeing him, Sedric was sure he could hear the poor male fidgeting in embarrassment. He could imagine the whole thing: the beaver no doubt hoping to avoid that piece of information coming out to the others, maybe quickly jerking off onto himself before he presented himself to his wife so as not to have to get doused by anyone else. Even in his own humiliated state, he was suddenly jealous again of the poor bugger who for all he knew didn't even appreciate the degradation being heaped on him. But then this seemed like it must be par for the course for him, and he was still there tonight. The bear chuckled and pushed Anderson away from his twitching cock

"well..." the bear mimicked as he rose and stretched, "I'd let you milk the dragon but I have one last thing in mind for him before we finally allow him to cum. Besides which we know I could make a better mess of you." At that the dragon burst into sniggering as his pimp strode up to the bar and leaned back against it, presenting his ready dick and gesturing for the beave to get on his knees in front of it. "I know a slut like you must appreciate getting his raincoat soaked," he said to his handcuffed property as the beaver obeyed and the others took up places on the far side to watch the show. "Hopefully our friend here is going to show the same enthusiasm"

"Do you, um, want me to suck it?" the beaver struggled. Sedric couldn't keep hs eyes off the humiliated figure's cock, which was clearly hardening up again however ashamed he was. The bear snorted

"Then how would we get it on your raincoat? Just stroke it. Anderson's already got me so close, I've no intentions of lasting long." He gestured for the horse to join him, standing on the other side from Sedric and being pulled into a kiss by the bear. At the same time he took his chauffeur's cap and dumped it unceremoniously on the beaver's head, a sure reminder he was making his friend into his servant. Sedric watched closely as the trembling, rotund male reached up and gripped the pulsing bearmeat. It didn't take long; with a muffled groan from the bear and a whoop from the gorilla the beaver was plastered in spunk, soaking his face and running down the once-clean yellow slicker towards his exposed dick. Again the dragon bit his lip, wanting to lick it clean and then suck the beaver's cock and masturbate onto his boots and lick those to a shine as well

"Make him beat the hooker off as well," the gorilla said, interrupting the oddly zen moment, "those little nuts must be about to burst." The bear disentangled himself from his amorous driver and humiliated associate, retrieving the peaked cap for his employee

"I'm sure they are, and I'm sure you aren't nearly messy enough for your wife's amusement. I have more complex plans for him though." He casually scooped up the pile of notes from the bar and pocketed them, taking out the key to the handcuffs in turn. "Stay down there, but get up against the bar," he instructed the beaver who, clearly temporarily broken of any will to resist, did exactly as he was told. Sedric found his wrists freed, rubbing their aching scales compulsively as he shakily stood upright once more. The handcuffs and their key were discarded on the bar as the bear took out another key, turning his attentions to his chauffeur. "I told you you'd wait until last, Anderson"

The horse's face lit up as he dropped his trousers, presenting the trapped sex for his employer. The chastity device was quickly removed, the horse grinning like someone greeting an old friend. "Get over here dragon," the bear instructed, "help Anderson get his prick hard. It takes a while after he's been in his cage so long"

Deep breaths for the dragon, shaking his head to clear it enough to obey. Between the punishment, teasing and cannabis and the spunk dripping down his inner thighs he was sure he was too woozy to walk safely to the horse, especially in those heeled wellies, but somehow, seeming like an hour, he managed it. He hoped his lipstick was still neat and beautiful, in his time spent chained to the bar he'd begun to forget he had a face. He kissed the fat horse dick, needing both hands to properly stroke it as he coaxed life into it

"May I pay him Sir?" the horse asked, leering as his dick slowly rose up, "I've never actually paid for a prostitute before"

"Really? All the time you've been my driver I must've taken you whoring at least once," the bear said. The horse shook his head

"No Sir, I've always been under lock and key"

"Very well," their mutual employer said, tugging out a fiver and handing it over. "Treat him like a cheap whore, I'm sure he's getting delusions of grandeur with the amount we've been paying for him thus far"

"Why does he get a cheap deal?" the gorilla interrupted, "I had to pay ten just to hit his nuts!"

"Because he is a chauffeur, and you are an industrialist," the bear replied. "You have the excess to spare. I'm just adjusting for the imbalances of the capitalist system. And besides that's my five pounds"

"Less politics, more fucking," the otter said, sounding like he'd had to use the line many times before. Anderson politely ignored the whole discussion, folding the fiver neatly and tucking it behind the arm of the dragon's glasses before guiding his new purchase's snout to start sucking as much of the thick organ as he could manage

"He's really good Sir," the horse said, pushing deep enough to gag the whimpering prostitute, "I can see why you offered to be his pimp"

"As if you'd expect less from me," the bear grinned. "Don't focus too much on his snout though. You know what I want you to do to him"

Anderson gave the kneeling dragon a wicked smile, one he shared with his employer. "Of course Sir, I'd be happy to." He pushed the dragon's head back, mercifully allowing him to breathe again and gesturing for him to stand up. "Come on dragon, Sir wants us to perform for him"

Sedric obeyed, struggling to his feet after some considerable effort. The way the horse spoke made it seem as if there was no-one in the room but the three of them, and for all he knew for the horse there wasn't. Anderson's devotion to his employer was self-evident. It was an image that he didn't get to hold for too long as he found himself bent over the bar again, this time over the kneeling, thoroughly humiliated beaver resigning himself to a further cum-splattering for his cohorts' pleasure. "Hi," he said, shooting the poor husband a goofy grin, whatever it took to distract from their awkward position. It didn't matter for long as he felt Anderson's hands on him, stroking his body through the slick PVC raincoat as his stiff cock began pressing up under his tail

"Don't be shy of talking dirty to him," the bear said as he propped himself up further along the bar, his free hand coaxing his semi-erect dick back into action, "I want you to fuck him like I fuck you"

"I will Sir," the horse groaned as he began pushing into the trembling whore, "he's such a well-fucked slut." Sedric whimpered in turn at the words, the horse smirking and pleased at the effect he had. Well-fucked though he certainly was, Anderson was longer and thicker even than the gorilla. Now he was further along the bar he could see himself in the glass, and more importantly he could see who was fucking him, and the ecstatic look on his face was the strongest drug yet for the dragon. He wanted to take the horse, to prove what an absolute whore he was in front of the bear and the others, the otter now feeling up his primate friend, beginning to jerk him off as the two of them watched

"That's it little-prick," the horse said, already gathering speed, "we both need this"

"Y-yes Sir... oh god yes Sir"

The horse laughed uproariously at that. Sedric couldn't tell if he was entertained by what an utter bitch the dragon was, or by the idea of being called "Sir", but it didn't slow him down at all. It was difficult to imagine right now that the virile, black-suited horse was himself a bottom, but the fact of it made the dragon want it even more, proving his own low status on the ladder. Though glancing down he realised there was still a rung below him. No matter what he said, the beaver was clearly ready for this. Around them, the three unquestionably dominant members of the party were in a masturbatory frenzy, making the bitch dragon dream of being made to kneel and receive like the beaver. He didn't know where to look, whether down at the humbled beaver waiting ready at his prick with his muzzle open to receive a second dousing, or at his voyeur audience stroking themselves and each other as they watched, or in the bar's mirror across from him. Slowly but surely the mirror won out, the dragon admiring the uninhibited whore across from him with his face a tarted up mask of bliss, the horse behind ploughing him with a look of concentration that could only come from someone who knew he wouldn't get to use his cock again for months, and was going to make sure every second counted. "Please cum in me," he panted, "I want you to cum in me so hard." Anderson just gripped his sides harder, his powerful hands holding the prostitute steady as he buried himself as far as he could do, head tilting back in an unashamed cry of pleasure, flooding the already-full dragon and pushing him over the edge. As he came, soaking the beaver's fur and raincoat, the dragon felt beautiful

* * *

What remained of the evening was spent with the dragon's snout wrapped around the paying customers' dicks, cleaning them up according to his pimp's instructions. With proceedings finished he retreated to the toilet to clean up his hindquarters as far as possible. The gorilla shed his shiny, rubber outfit and made himself respectable once more. The otter was content to waltz out the door in his mackintosh, dragging behind him the beaver protesting feebly that he should be allowed to mop up at least some of the spunk still coating him. The bear saw them off before the clubhouse was once again just him, the dizzily baked dragon and the satiated horse, the last of them clearly enjoying his freedom as he fondled his cock and balls

"Don't get too used to it," the bear said as he edged past the horse, having poured himself a glass of whiskey. "As soon as you're soft again you're going back under lock and key, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir," the horse replied, humbly averting his eyes. The bear set his whiskey down on the table and guided the horse to look at him

"Don't pretend you don't love it Anderson, any way I might at least let you masturbate just to help it go limp," he said before kissing him again, then turned his attention back to the dragon. "Do forgive my friends, they're terrible at staying around for the aftershow party. But perhaps that's what you'd prefer," he continued, leering and stroking a finger down the dragon's raincoat, wiping off stray traces of cum as if making sure the dragon looked pristine. Sedric was blushing and stiffening up yet again at the treatment. "Mmm, I think you might," the bear chuckled, "spending some private time with your pimp and dealer." Sedric could only nod dumbly

"I Can tell you were delighted by my beaver friend," his pimp continued. "He's such a treat isn't he? He's much too horny to be faithful to his wife, like me he has a taste for prostitutes. As I understand it she keeps him locked up like Anderson for security purposes, though I've never had the pleasure of seeing his prick in its cage. Once in a while she lets him out to screw some other woman so long as he can give her a good, juicy tale about bedding another male first. She likes hearing about her straight plaything massaging some thick, hard cock"

"He seemed to enjoy it Sir," Sedric ventured politely. The bear smiled obscenely

"Oh he can never help himself. Once he's started he just wants as much as he can get. He won't let himself be called bisexual but he is definitely something other than straight. I should ask his wife if I can whore him out, considering how well business is going with you, dragon"

"Do you think she'd let you?" The dragon was genuinely curious besides being turned on by the notion

"I think she'd be delighted," the pimp smirked. "And I'm quite sure that no matter how much he feigns protest he'd love it just as much as you do. He's certainly shown his enthusiasm when I've had him wrapped around my cock." He cupped his prostitute under the chin, adopting a more portentous tone of voice. "It's so delightful to see what a corrupted little slut you've become in your short time here. Once so pure and clean and innocent and so shy of his desires, now selling your body to feed your newfound taste for cannabis. It must be very much alarming and exciting I'm sure, knowing that you're well on your way to becoming a desperate drug-slave, always whoring out to get your share of-"

This was becoming too silly for the dragon to carry on

"Uh, you know I already smoked pot on a casual basis before we met, right?"

"...Oh." The bear leaned back, thrown by this interruption. "Really?"

"Yeah," the dragon nodded politely. "I uh... honestly I've been a pot smoker for a while, I have a pretty level head with it really, though your stuff is definitely nice. I figured you'd probably tell I was roleplaying the whole corrupted-into-drugs thing... It was my first time as a hooker though," he added with slightly averted eyes, suddenly wanting to protect the deflated dom's wounded pride

"Oh, right, okay... that works too"

Past the bear the dragon watched the horse trying to stifle laughter at his deflated Master. In the name of keeping himself from laughing likewise, Sedric slipped off the couch and onto his knees, taking the bear's shaft in his snout once more

* * *

Sedric was glad to get a lift back to his hotel. Getting back whilst tarted up was not a problem. Getting back whilst tarted up and stoned would have probably ended badly. Instead he spent the ride back with his head in the bear's lap, sucking his cock as hungrily as ever and wondering if the bear ever got exhausted from being fellated and if Anderson, now securely back in his cage, was getting uncomfortable at all from the back seat activity

He kissed the bear on the cheek and clambered out of the limo, keeping his head down as he passed the night desk. Walking stoned in these kinky boots was becoming second nature to him by now. Quickly he made his way up to his floor and stopped off with his old friend the vending machine, fighting giggles as he looked down at the obvious erection he was sporting again. "I am such a whore," he muttered to himself as he dug for the spare change to buy more snack foods. "Such a fatty whore too," he continued, not really bothered by the prospect as he collected his purchases. Sod it, he could eat all the junk food he liked on holiday, he'd stick to grapes and water when he was toking at home

The janitor came around the corner as the dragon was making to leave. Same cute, pudgy piggy as always. "Hi," Sedric said cheerfully, something he would've never been brave enough to do if he wasn't high, especially with such a shameless boner on display

"Uh, hi," the pig janitor replied a little warily. Sedric nodded and made to leave when the pig continued: "Um, what are you doing? I mean why are you dressed like that?"

Sedric smiled turned back to him, seeing the awkward curiosity on his face. He wasn't sure he was going to bother at first, but it was the last night in [---] and he'd done so much shameless stuff already, he felt like he'd regret it if he didn't try. He couldn't help remembering another pig he'd known a while back and had a lot of fun with, wondering if this guy might just be up for it after all. The worst they could do was kick him out. Feeling extremely bold he came up to the pig, who allowed the dragon to put his hands on his sides. "I'm stoned and I'm a slut," the dragon said huskily. "Would you like to come back and dress up and take advantage of me?"

"Wh-what do you want me to dress up in?" the pig replied. He was obviously interested even if he didn't quite know it or comprehend it himself. Sedric licked his painted lips and gestured for the pig to follow him, wondering if his well-slapped and surely-pink arse was showing under the hem of his raincoat and what the pig would've thought of it if it was

"I'm not gay..." the pig continued, hesitant as ever. Sedric smiled without looking over his shoulder. If the pig wasn't at all interested then he had a lot of work to explain why he was following the dragon. Even as high and horny as he was though, he knew better than to confront him with it

"That's okay," he said instead as he finally turned his head to face him, swiping back into his room, "You can just think of me as a girl if you like"

In the safety of the room he casually loaded up the bong again as he showed the pig the yellow two-piece suit and the boots that went with it. After a bong hit or two that the pig accepted gratefully it wasn't so hard to get him to strip and put the outfit on, Sedric enjoying how it looked just a little tighter on the fatter pig. He let the pig take another hit as he sat on the edge of the bed, cock sticking out of his flies, nervous and twitching as the dragon knelt to inhale its musk, nuzzling it and listening to the janitor's enjoyment. He was wrong about the pig being small, the guy was a good, plump eight inches at least

"Are... are you a prostitute?" the janitor asked foggily, reaching over to set the bong down on the table as his other hand massaged the hotel guest's forehead. "I mean... do you want money or anything?" He sounded like it wouldn't have been his first time paying for it, though without the bear's pride in the matter

"I've been a prostitute, yeah," Sedric replied gently, "but not tonight. I just want to suck your big cock"

"Oh okay... good girl..." the pig muttered, his free hand now stroking the dragon's horn. Sedric nodded and took the meaty pig dick into his snout. It tasted good, and he wrapped his tongue around it to taste as much as possible. He could tell the pig needed the blowjob, cautiously reaching up to run his hand over his chest and belly covered by the slick yellow jacket. If the pig didn't like wearing the outfit he wasn't showing it, muttering happily to himself as he guided Sedric. The dragon hitched up his own slick coat and let his cock bob free before planting both hands back on the pig's body to keep himself from wanking. He was pretty sure if he left it cooped up the friction from his raincoat and the mixed mental buzz of the weed and of pleasuring the janitor would've made him blow his load inside his mac before he wanted to cum

"Do... do you swallow?" the pig asked awkwardly, clearly embarrassed to be thinking about his own pleasure like that. Sedric did his best to hum and nod in the positive whilst his snout was full, wanting to reassure his new friend that giving the pig the mindblowing orgasm he wanted was what he wanted too. The pig groaned in return

"Oh okay, god, thanks, I love it when girls swallow... I'm uh... I'm..."

Sedric felt the pig hunching over him, both arms around his head as if he were cradling a football on his lap, hips thrusting upwards excitedly, breath raw and heavy. With a final, hissed "Jesus Christ!" the pig burst, filling the dragon's snout with hot, salty fluid that he swallowed as fast as he could. The pig really did need it!

Load blown, the pig laid down on the bed, Sedric smiling and sliding next to him. Another shared hit and the dragon found his piggy friend pressing their lips together, the calloused janitor's hand reaching down tentatively to begin massaging the scaly cock

"Thanks," the pig said as he jerked him off. "Are you really into this?"

"Mmmm... raincoats or pot or picking up guys and giving them really good blowjobs?" the dragon replied, panting softly

"All of 'em," the pig grinned. Sedric grinned too and nodded, enjoying the sight of his lipstick traces on the janitor's face

"Oh god yes... I'm uh..."

The pig smirked to himself as the dragon whimpered and buried his snout in the slick yellow jacket, cock spurting in the janitor's hand and coating his belly. Fascinated, the pig wiped it up with his fingers, tasted it and offered it to the dragon whore. "Thanks," he said again, smiling. Sedric just chuckled, pulling up the rear of his mac as he straddled the pig and worked his thick, stiffening cock into place. He was sure they were good to go at least once more before the pig had to go back to work

* * *

Sedric sat on his train the next day, now in the two-piece suit and green boots that he'd made sure to clean up before dressing in them. He was half-asleep, unsurprising considering how much time he'd spent fooling around with the janitor whose name he still didn't even know. Definitely worth it though. He chuckled to himself, hoping the passengers behind weren't peering over his shoulder as he flicked through the photos on his phone: the pig posing lewdly in the yellow suit, cock in hand; the pig's arse exposed with Sedric gleefully burying his snout and tongue between his cheeks; a shot taken by the pig of Sedric attempting to suck his cock with the most angelic expression he could muster and the reddest eyes he'd ever had. He hoped the janitor wasn't embarrassed by the memories this morning or thought the dragon had gotten him stoned to take advantage of him. It would've broken his heart to think the pig felt bad about it when all he, personally, had wanted was to have some shared fun with him and give him a good, kinky time

"Positive thoughts, Sed," he muttered to himself. He'd had a very successful and libidinous week after all, and of the bear and pig, though he'd had a hell of a lot of fun with both, he thought the pig was the better experience of the two. The wealthy and privileged bear was clearly confident in who he was where his lowly janitorial buddy seemed to still be struggling to get to grips with being either gay or bi. Okay, perhaps the beaver had his share of confusion, but he'd obviously found a niche for himself where the janitor seemed to be in need of one. Hopefully giving him a whale of a time would help at least a little with that. He liked to imagine that next time he was in the city he might find him ready in his own wet-weather gear looking to pay a slutty transvestite raindragon for a good time. He couldn't believe the risks he'd taken either. Even on the train there he'd expected he'd be coming home with a criminal record and a mugshot of himself in full tart gear. He almost regretted that he hadn't, but the likelihood of that playing out just like his shame fantasies was pretty damn small

He was snapped back to reality as the train's loudspeaker system crackled into life, announcing Lansborough as their next stop. He tucked the phone away and rose to pull down his modest luggage from the overhead space. Goodbye [---], time to go tell his stories to his friends