Christmas For Stoners
CHRISTMAS FOR STONERS
"Mmmm, that feels so good Sir"
So murmured the rainslickered dragon currently laid on his back on the bed with his arms tied above his head. What felt good was the thick rubber gauntlet teasing his prick with one finger. He didn't know whose it was; the blacked-out goggles he'd been provided with made sure of that, but he felt safe all the same. The polar bear had promised him he would personally supervise and ensure that nothing untoward was done to his prostitute
Nobody spoke besides the dragon, his tongue loosened by periodic hits from the vaporiser that the bear had brought with him. Good, sweet-smelling and pure weed. The bear's supply was always good. Definitely worth crossing town for, tarted up with lipstick and mascara, in his most feminine yellow raincoat and those incriminating boots. The bear had provided the wellies last night. It was an elaborate arrangement, beginning with his friend and pimp from out of town ringing him out of the blue to ask: "what are you doing on 4/20 Tiny?"
At first Sedric had been panicked. He'd forgotten he'd even told the bear, whose real name he still didn't even know and who still knew him only as "Tiny" or "whore," that he lived in Lansborough. Having his adventures as a prostitute in [---] follow him home like this was a momentary source of terror. But then again the polar bear was adept at making a good case, and the dragon had trusted in him before. And besides, when your choice for 4/20 is either "stay at home smoking and wanking on your own" or "be a weed slut for a group of people who all want to abuse you in raingear," one option was definitely more exotic than the other. He'd made the indiscreet choice to let the polar bear come over to his house the night before, bringing his cocklocked equine chauffeur of course, which had provided the rare opportunity for whore and pimp to chat and hang out purely socially for once. He was in fact a very nice guy when not cracking the whip, despite being as prone to talking in purple prose as ever. He'd brought the kinky new wellies as a gift: high heeled and printed all over with a marijuana leaf design. Fucking the dragon's snout, hands clamped on his horns to pull him down, had been the gift-receiver's idea. He couldn't bear not to "earn" them
The bear and chauffeur had left the dragon's place nearing midnight, but not before he'd given his whore instructions on which hotel he was staying at, what room number and when and how to turn up. Sedric had bit his tongue nervously looking at it; the bear had chosen the most up-market hotel in the entire city. He wasn't subtle when it came to flaunting his wealth, though the dragon knew that well enough by now. He was mostly convinced the cops would arrest him for being a prostitute just for being there dressed like this, even if it was technically true
But weed was good, and raingeared sex was good, and so he had risen early and hit the bus from Polchester into Maris Plaza, walking the remaining distance under the mostly confused stares of the white collar locals. As terrified as he was he kept his head high; he'd learned over time that the more brazen he was, the more people simply assumed he was a performance artist. As long as they didn't realise he wasn't wearing any underwear under the dangerously short raincoat at least, but who the hell amongst that crowd would be willing to be caught peeking by their peers?
Anderson, the chauffeur, was ballgagged and bound to a chair in the hotel room when the bear opened the door for his prostitute. Of course the horse was in full black two-piece rainsuit, boots and cap. Sedric doubted he even owned any non-raingear clothing, he was sure the bear wouldn't allow it. The bear probably did, because he couldn't possibly be addressing the board at whatever company he ran wearing that heavy black oilskin or the dominating thigh waders he was wearing as he opened the door to the prostitute
"There you are Tiny," the bear smiled, inviting him in. "I knew I could count on you. Would that some of my more orthodox business partners were as prompt and motivated as you are"
"Thank you Sir," Sedric replied meekly, glancing over at the horse who looked back at him like his condition was no big deal. The bear looked in his chauffeur's direction and chuckled as he closed the door
"Anderson will not be actively participating today as he doesn't celebrate this holiday, do you Anderson?" The horse shook his head, the bear walking up to him and stroking him under the chin before taking the crossdressed dragon's handbag and gesturing to the bed. "You however should make yourself comfortable," he said more suggestively. "My guests should be here soon"
Sedric obediently lay down, soon finding his arms tied to the bedposts and the goggles produced to keep him in the dark. "My clients are respectable types," the bear chuckled, "they hardly want to be caught doing this sort of thing. They have families to go home to after all." Sedric gave another meek nod without speaking. The prospect of being used as a whore by these mystery businessmen, presumably without ever finding out their identities, was at once nervewracking and more illicitly thrilling than ever before. And he wasn't even baked yet! He listened to squeaking rubber as the bear walked around the bed, now-rubbery digits tugging up his raincoat and freeing his cock to tease. "Oh they're going to enjoy you Tiny," came the rumbling voice as Sedric's balls were cupped and squeezed
Sedric was allowed his first toke on the vaporiser before the guests arrived, listening to the noise of the bear grinding and preparing his weed. It was ten minutes before the knock came at the door, by which time both bear and dragon were a little toasted and the bound prostitute jerked in a momentary panic. His pimp just laughed and went to answer it. The creak of a small opening followed by the door being thrown wide, the party's host quickly welcoming his mysterious guests inside. Sedric thought he could make out two pairs of feet, listening as the door clicked shut and the bear assured his guests: "you can change in the bathroom if you like. I trust you are still happy for my chauffeur to watch the show?" There was no spoken response, only the sound of the two others scurrying past the bed and into the bathroom as advised. It seemed they weren't about to let themselves be caught talking by the dragon, perhaps in case he recognised them? Sedric's whole body trembled as his mind played with the ideas: they were probably residents of the city, and even though the kind of business high-flyers he imagined the bear mixed with weren't likely to cross his path back home in Polchester he couldn't help being locked onto the idea that these two would be wandering around Lansborough knowing what he had done whilst their secrets would be safe from him. He blushed a little as he felt his cock twitching with that. The bear was taking him to an extremely degrading place today
The bathroom door opened again, and instead of the harder sounds of leather-soled and respectable shoes he heard the soft tap of rubber as they left the tiled floor and hit the carpeted main room. He couldn't stop grinning as he realised how closely he was fixating on those sounds, not that he had anything else to identify them by. "My friends and fellow raingear enthusiasts, he's all yours!" the bear said in his best Barnum & Bailey voice, and the dragon found more rubber-gauntleted hands exploring the inside of his thigh before thick latex fingers grabbed his cock and then let go to push up into his asshole, making him yip in surprise. Whoever it was, he was eager! From the sounds and scents next to him he could tell the other one was having his turn on the vaporiser. More courteous than his partner, the toking stranger offered the pipe to the dragon who drew deeply and happily on it, feeling a third pair of gloved hands stroking his snout. That really made him shiver with pleasure. Now it seemed he was so dirty that none of them would even touch him without gloves on! His cock twitched again, and he heard a guttural chuckle from whoever had his fingers inside him
Now some time had passed, more than Sedric could keep track of as he was teased and tormented and generally put to use. Hands explored his body, fingering him or stroking him, opening his raincoat to reveal his body and tweak and pinch his nipples. Sometimes he was given their rubbery fingers to suck, sometimes a thick, excited cock. Sometimes he even found himself being sucked on, though they never allowed him to cum. They never allowed themselves to cum either, sharing the bear's love of extended orgasm denial it seemed. The dragon had worked out that the "he" who'd first attended to the vaporiser was in fact a she when she straddled his chest to make him lick her pussy, and he'd worked out that she was a duck, and the other must be an elephant, because both liked to kiss him and blow pot smoke back into his snout. And by now he was very high indeed, head muggy and confused from the blowbacks and the offerings of the vaporiser. If he could have risen from the bed he was sure he would have fallen straight over, and the thought only turned him on more. He was enjoying not only his soaring state of mind but knowing that he was prostituting himself for it, knowing his pimp and no doubt his clients would be enjoying him all the more for it, and knowing that he was at once vulnerable to their every whim but secure that he was safe all the same. But safe or not, he was getting rather desperate
"Oh please Sirs, please Ma'am," the dragon mewled as he writhed and tried to thrust back into whichever hand was currently gripping his pecker, "I need to cum so much." There was a split second before the others cracked up laughing, followed by a swift and corrective blow to the balls that left him winded and squealing, before more fingers were presented for him to lick subserviently
"You should know not to make requests out of turn, Tiny," the polar bear chastised, before removing his fingers and placing his muzzle to the dragon's snout to give him another lungful of smoke. "As it happens your clients do not want you to cum, and neither do I. They want to see you squirming, which you are doing very well indeed." More low laughter from the duck before hands that may also have been hers flicked his aching prick, making the dragon wince and whimper and drip precum down his prick. "But," the bear continued, "I think time is almost up in any case"
For the first time Sedric thought he could hear the other two speaking, whispering no doubt about who was going to get their rocks off with him first. That or arguing with the bear for more time exploiting their plaything. He wondered to himself what they'd paid for the pleasure of doing this to him in any case. Brief moments passed in which for once nobody was touching or teasing the bound dragon, before he heard one participant approaching the bed. Between the weight of the footsteps and the gruffness of the hand that gripped his horn and tugged his head to one side he was sure it was the elephant even before he felt the thick, eager cock brushing the tip of his snout. Ready and keen to please he wrapped his tongue around it and sucked as much as he could, listening to the wet motions as the elephant masturbated noisily. He wished he could see the thick rubber glove doing its work, wondering if his user meant to cum in his mouth or over his snout. Either would have satisfied the humbled dragon right now, though what he could taste tasted inviting. Finally, with a grunt of "swallow it faggot," the first words he'd unambiguously heard from the male all day and drawing more laughter from the duck, the elephant stuffed his cock into the dragon's snout and came hard. Sedric obeyed as far as he could, though the angle of his head and the force of the elephant's orgasm made it a messy process. As the elephant pulled back, panting, and moved away from the bed, the dragon flopped his head back once more. He could feel the elephant's spunk on his cheek, brain hazily amusing itself by picturing the elephant as someone hiding from his own attraction to males, perhaps using the blunt "faggot" epithet to distance himself from the cock-hungry male prostitute he'd just been molesting and kissing and even sucking on occasionally for the better part of an hour. The thought made him break into a wide, sleazy smile even as he felt the bed creaking as the duck straddled him a second time
Unlike the elephant, who never made the right physical contact to guess at his wardrobe, the duck was definitely wearing a raincoat similar in length to his own, and no pants underneath. It made it much easier as she too pulled his head in her direction, pushing his snout under the slick material to find her pussy. Gloves stroked his horns and even his snout occasionally as he was guided. She was definitely more confident in her sexuality than the elephant it seemed, the dragon obediently smothering himself in her sex as he licked and kissed at it to please her. Unlike her colleague she didn't say anything, simply riding the dragon's snout and moaning pleasurably as she did so, Sedric doing his best to strain further upwards and lap at her clit. It caught him by surprise when she came at last, grinding against him as if she was riding a bull, soaking his face with her juices and making him glad he was wearing a raincoat. For a moment or two she remained there, breathing heavily before laughing once more and climbing back off him
Sedric found himself ignored again, listening to more faint mutterings between all three unbound participants. It came back to him as he was trying and failing to eavesdrop that Anderson was still sat tied to his chair, hopefully enjoying the show despite the device locked around his junk to keep him obedient in his Master/employer's service. When he thought of his out-of-town pimp and the chauffeur he always wondered if they were in fact a couple, or if Anderson was simply a sub they way he'd been during Service Year. The romantic in him rather liked the idea that they were, musing to himself on the topic (partly also to keep his horny mind from concentrating on his still-unattended erection) as he listened to the clients disappearing into the bathroom once more, and then leaving in their original hard-soled shoes. There was more hushed conversation between the threesome, the sound of the door clicking open and shut, and they were gone
"Do you feel at your dirtiest yet, Tiny?" the pimp-bear asked with a wicked tone now their guests were gone, reaching over the messy dragon to rebutton his raincoat
"Yes Sir," Sedric replied meekly, "I feel like such a whore"
"And in your own town as well," the bear chuckled, the sounds of movement within the room suggesting Anderson was being released from his bondage. Or at least the bondage not between his legs. "Someone in this town knows what lengths you'll go to to get high, dragon." As he teased the dragon he leaned in to kiss him again, pulling the goggles off his face to let the light nearly blind the wasted dragon. "Quite a messy dragon you are too," he continued, "but not messy enough for my tastes"
Sedric watched as the bear pulled off the thick rubber gauntlets and handed them to Anderson, who was preoccupied stretching his doubtless-aching muscles. The horse nodded and smiled understandingly, pulling them on as the bear remained stood at the side of the bed with his hard cock still on display through his raincoat. With one arm around his Master the horse leered at the fellow employee of the bear, his other arm reaching down to begin masturbating Sir. It didn't take long, and the bear turned his head and pulled the horse in to kiss him passionately as he moaned, cock spurting thick white seed over the yellow mac
"Now how do you feel?"
"Much better Sir"
The bear chuckled, kissed Anderson again and finally untied his whore's wrists. "Can you stand up?"
"Uh... I don't really think so..."
More chuckling, the bear nodding. "That doesn't surprise me, I'm sure the room must be beginning to spin a little given how much you've smoked. Here," he reclaimed the rubber gauntlets from Anderson and handed them to the dragon, "we'll be going into town now, but feel free to finish off what's in the vaporiser. As well as yourself so long as you wear those gloves to do it"
"Yes Sir," the dragon sighed as he laid back on the bed, the others making themselves relatively presentable and disappearing out of the room. In its way it suited him that they weren't even concerned with tending to his orgasm, adding a little more to the appealing sense of degradation he was going through. "Happy 4/20" he muttered to himself with a leer as he tugged on the elbow-length rubber, amused by how it clashed with the bright yellow mac and the potleaf wellies. Taking the vaporiser's hose in his snout he inhaled what smoke was left inside it, one gloved hand now on his cock and the other cupping his balls as he dealt with his own needs, and a cloud of smoke curled out of his mouth and nostrils as his own jets of cum sprayed onto the slicker to mix the bear's own
Relaxing on the bed, fumbling to switch off the expended vaporiser and lazily dragging rubber fingers through the mess covering him, listening to the small squeaks as he went, he wondered if the bear had any other plans for him when they got back. For now he had plans of his own; the gloves felt amazing in his baked state, and after all he'd just had done to him one handjob wasn't nearly enough