Fratley and Mark had become excellent travelling partners, conquering evil and helping the inhabitants of Gaia wherever and whenever they went, but to many they were heroes. 
Though, to the Elder, they were much more than that. 
They were lovers to the man, and they couldn't wait to meet with him again. It seemed that their travels had brought them to a stop at a river near Dali. Looking on to the sunset horizon, the air filled with a warm glow that put the two men at ease, no monsters will ambush them here. 
Fratley took a long gulp of his water pouch and started pitching a tent, "Let's camp here," he said, eager to rest for the night. 
Mark, however, had other plans.
He wagged his dick in front of Fratley and looked at him expectantly. 
"Tank's full?" Fratley questioned, and Mark nodded with a smirk. Fratley fished out his own cock and shed the rest of his sweat-sodden clothes with his partner. 
"Let's set the tent up first, though."
Mark helped Fratley set up the tents, during which he couldn't stop rubbing against his lover's body and groping his dick while out in the open. Fratley knew he was teasing, but he could tell the horny look and mood he shared. Both of them needed to let off some steam before their 'visit' with the elder. 
When the tents were done, the two looked at their work with a collective relieved sigh and turned to one another. 
"Night's up now," Fratley said, brushing his face lovingly against Mark's, kissing his neck.
"Mmmm," Mark reciptated the gesture, and groped Fratley's plump ass.
"Sure seems that way. Tank hasn't emptied since."
Fratley chuckled, and nibbled at Mark's ear, 
"Let's go near more suitable surroundings then."
The two walked to the lakeside, their dicks half-hard in the night breeze, their body heat growing as they clung to each other like inseparable lovers.
Mark was the first to take action. Facing Fratley, he guided the tip of his dick to his muscled stomach, and then let go. 
A warm rush of dark orange urine hit Fratley square in the abs, soaking his lower half in the honey-like urine, the smell of which quickly rose up in the air and surrounded the two men in a cloud of musk. 
Of course, Fratley is not one to be bested so easy - no, not when he is the Azure Dragoon of Burmecia.
"I'll show you what my tank's been storing, whelp."
He grunted out while smirking at Mark's shocked face, the floodgates let loose on his bladder, soaking his lover head to toe in the warm liquid, directing his cock up and down to properly soak him in the stuff, leaving no patch of fur dry.
Mark knew the tricks of the trade and Fratley was at a disadvantage. 


Already opting to go headstrong into the bladder contest, it wasn't long until his once-thick spurt of urine trickled down into mere nothingness - only droplets, a shadow of its former self - after which was the perfect chance for Mark to strike. He unleashed his full bladder on Fratley, knowing full well that the effect will be greater because he had abstained from pissing harder for longer. It was clear that Mark was soaked in urine, yes, but certainly not to the extent that Fratley was. As the thick stream of urine hit his body, the force nearly moving him further away, he then heard the mischievous grunts of his rival and couldn't bear to accept defeat. He tried harder and harder to coax more piss out of his cock - but to no avail. Not only did Mark's piss stream last longer, but he also tricked him.
"And so the hunter becomes the hunted," Mark said victoriously, wagging his cock to get the last of the heavy droplets of piss out, soaking to the grassy ground below. 


Fratley kneeled down in front of Mark, and laid his head low, "O' mighty Urine Warrior, Mark, I am no match for you. I accept any punishment you have to offer." 
Mark beckoned Fratley upwards, then embraced his head with a deep, long passionate kiss. 
"Real men share their love for contest with one another."
Fratley moaned and felt his cock rising in tandem with his lover's, they both absolutely stank of piss, sweat - like the proper pigs they are. But they loved it; they embraced themselves for it. 
Fratley wanted to take this chance to be the dominant one - leaning over Mark's kiss with a powerful aura, grabbing hold of his back and pushing him as close as he can to his muscular and more powerful body. 
"The Urine Warrior may be full of juice…but is he also full of love?" 
Mark pushed back on Fratley's hard cock, causing immense friction between the two pieces of meat, making them throb with electricity and leak precum at their tips. 
"You fucking bet I am."
Mark broke away from the heavy kiss to nestle his face beneath Fratley's fluffy, stinky pit - taking in all of the day's scent there, as well as the smell of hard-working sweat, topped off by the pungent smell of urine that they just unleashed upon each other mere minutes ago. Simply put, Fratley's pit was a deluge of sweat, mixed with all kinds of smells and scents. 
"Mmm, spicy," said Mark, licking the base of that pit with his long tongue dragging over every inch of that fluff, taking in all the scent and spices on his tongue, savouring it in his mouth, and then sharing it with the man himself in another kiss. 
"Raunchy as fuck. They don't call you the 'Urine Warrior' for nothing", Fratley quiqed. 
A dark smirk crossed over Mark's face, "That's right. They also call me the 'scent catcher'," replied Mark, this time mooching over to Fratley's other pit to lick and savour the scent there. 
"Well, it certainly rolls off the tongue."
Mark couldn't reply this time. 
Fratley had now forced his face inside of his pit, giving him no choice but to inhale the bitter scent of a warrior soaked in his own piss.
Mark's eyes rolled to the back of his head. He felt like he was going to faint from sensory overload. It was just too good. Better than good. 
"I live to serve your pit," Mark said, deliriously slurring his words in his horny trance. 
Mark dragged his face all over Fratley’s fluffy pit, getting his face drenched in sweat and smelling like a proper pig. 
“Yeah, that’s a good bitch. Inhale all of my fucking scent.”


Of course Mark didn’t have to be told any of this - he would do it anyway! He groaned as spurts of precum coated both of the frotting cocks in a slick, lubing liquid. 


He then moved down to Fratley’s dangling, heady balls and took one in his mouth, slurping it around, his mouth frothing from the sweat from his furry balls, nose nestled in his ass crack. 


Once he gave his balls a good nourishment,  Mark moved to Fratley’s throbbing cock - taking it deep in his mouth, tasting the left-over piss on it and swallowing his shaft down his throat in one go. Fratley groaned out as his friend expertly sucked his cock, getting it sloppy with his tongue, clenching his throat tightly around his fat cock sliding down. 
Fratley's eyes winced shut, his muscles bulged, legs buckling - he was certainly ready to dump a load in his pal, and Mark was definitely not making it easy for him to edge inside him when he's sucking his cock harder than a vacuum. 
"Fuck. You're so hungry for it."
Fratley took Mark’s head in his hands, and told him to take a deep breath. 
If you thought Mark’s cheeks couldn’t have bulged out any more than they are now, then you’re sorely mistaken. 
He took a big gulp of breath, and Fratley gave him a hard facefucking to remember - blitzing his head up and down his cock like a real fleshlight, with no regards to its wellbeing for in this moment, all Mark was, was a toy for Fratley to cum in. 
He felt the pubes of the Burmecian constantly brush against his face, adding to the musk that he’s already drunk on - his nose smashing firmly against the hilt of Fratley’s sweat-sodden crotch with each yank forward. What began as a lack of air, Mark began to substitute by breathing around the cock, his nose getting full of the scent of Fratley’s unwashed, pissy, precum-leaking cock. His cock has been festering in his pants all day from the long journey, and here Mark was, finally giving it the worship it needs. 
Once Mark was hilted to the nose, buried in his pubes, Fratley groaned out and came inside his muzzle with the force of a torrent, gleefully unloading into his friend's mouth with a satisfied smirk plastered on his face. 
"Fuck… Nothing like dumping a load inside your mouth-cunt, eh?"
Mark swallowed the lumps of semen slowly trickling down his throat, wiped his mouth, and smiled back at Fratley. 
"Fuck, your cum is thick though."
Fratley chuckled and wiped his cummy cock on Mark's face, leaving streaks of cummy residue on his face. 
"Yeah, it's because I've been holding that nut in all day."
Mark nibbled on Fratley's foreskin, giving his cock some extra worship by licking the shaft. 
"Yeah, in those huge warrior nuts."
"Heh, we should go now anyway. It's getting late."
Fratley offered Mark a hand up, and they both walked back to the tent together - close as they can be. 
























- - - -The next morning… 


Mark awoke to his prostate being smashed by Fratley. 
Fratley noticed that he woke up and greeted him with a neck nibble, followed by a deep thrust inside of his ass. 
"Hi, hope you don't mind the noise," he said, partly chuckling and grunting out as he buried himself to the hilt in Mark's tight, younger ass. 
Mark couldn't help but groan out as Fratley's thick cock smashed forward in his insides, his ass clamping around it like a tight vice. 
"That's one way of taking care of your morning wood…"
Another thrust, this time the grunt was a lot more deeper, so Fratley was reaching his orgasm. 
"Well, don't stick your ass up when you sleep, then. Fuck, you're so tight…"
Fratley spread Mark's taut cheeks wider and continued his assault on his hole, not stopping once to catch his breath, letting himself get covered in sweat and just pushing onwards - like a true warrior.
"Plow me harder! Fucking dominate me, you hung knight! That's a fucking order!" 
Fratley was not one to deny plowing a tight ass harder, much less the fact that it's an order. 
He pulled back his shaft, to deep-dick Mark fully, hilting in his ass again and again with each full thrust back. As a result, Mark's hole was now a sensitive, clenching mess, his prostrate constantly getting smashed everytime that fat dick plowed through his cunt. 
Fratley, having expended all his strength on plowing the crap out of Mark, collapsed into a sweaty, heaving heap on his back, breathing exasperated breaths in his ear as he unleashed his morning nut inside of him - until he was completely sure it was empty. 
Mark looked at him with dreamy, sleepy eyes - who just came hard from having prostate smashed from his once-crush, now-lover. 
"You think the tank is empty now? Both cum and piss?" 
"For a whole day, yeah."
But Mark knew that was a half-lie. There's no telling when Fratley gets horny again, when he's ordered to bend down and suck his cock off the beaten path for a quick nut. Not like it’s a bad thing though. 
After a few minutes basking in the afterglow and sharing the simple presence of one another, Mark decided that it was time to move on.
"Let's get cleaned up."
They still had a while to go, which was why they set up this tent… For the not-so-obvious purpose of being able to fuck each other all night and in the morning. 
"Damn, fun's over." Fratley said with a sigh, pulling back his just-milked cock from Mark's battered hole. 
"Oh, please, you know just as well as I do that this is far from the end."
"Definitely not the end of this journey, for sure. It would still take a day to reach to Dali…"
Fratley had to shield his eyes from the blazing morning sun. Thankfully, it was much warmer than yesterday. 
Mark hugged him from behind, and massaged his back, reliving the tension from a hard, rough fuck. 
"We could get to Dali by evening if we detach our cocks from each other."
Fratley nodded, and slinked off Mark's embrace to get his clothes and pack up. Mark did the same. 
"It's going to be fun with the elder, for sure…" 


---After a day of travelling to Dali, at evening… 
Fratley and Mark was greeted to the village by a whole host of people. Mark just finished telling a young boy about the adventures him and the famous Azure Dragoon knight are undertaking, sometimes having to trip up in his words to omit the sexual details - it's harder than you think when it's always on your mind! 
"Well, judging by the crowd, it's definitely not just for us. The Elder has to be here, in Dali, too."
Fratley nodded in response, and they both their way to a large house by the side of the river. 
Mark and Fratley knocked on his door to say hi - then the door swung open, revealing the handsome, masculine Burmecian in all his glory. 
The pair were treated to a hearty meal, tea and sweet delights, courtesy from the man himself. 
Fratley patted his belly, and beamed at the Elder:
"Well, we feel invigorated!" 
As the Elder nodded and chuckled to give his response, Fratley winked at Mark to perform his part. 
"Please tell us how we could reward you, my friend…" Fratley continued. Mark had vanished underneath the table to grope the Elder's bulging loincloth. The man didn't budge an inch, but his face turned stern as he felt his cock rising to hardness thanks to Mark's dexterous fingers. 
"Perhaps you require a 'reward' involving someone young and experienced?" 
The Elder's mouth trembled between smirking and moaning out as Mark's skilled mouth wrapped around his mature cock, taking it right down to the base in one swallow. 
"You two are always horny, aren't you?" 
Fratley stood up and waltzed in front of the elder, angling his cock in his mouth. Instinctively, the Elder opened his mouth and slid Fratley's cock in his maw with ease, salivating over it like his first meal. 
"Says the one who stained his window with jizz to us."
The elder groaned out around the cock jamming him, getting it sloppy with his spit, taking it down and swallowing it down his throat like a needy whore. 
"I've been craving another taste of your spear for so long, my knight…" 
"Mark, get up. We need to give this man what he really wants."
Mark slipped the elder's cock out of his mouth, and stood up - his erection dangling right in front of his face with Fratley's. 


Immediately the Elder dropped down on his knees to worship the two hung horny men before him. 
“You boys have been riled up while I was away,” he said as he grabbed both cocks and started jerking them off, causing the men above to moan in pleasure. 
The Elder took Frately’s big uncut cock in his mouth first, lubing that thick length up with his tongue, before popping off it with a loud gulp of air. 
“Your cock is breathtaking,” the elder chuckled, then moved onto Mark’s cock, getting that slick with his spit, nourishing it in his mouth, before popping off it. 
“Well, boys, do you want to use and abuse me?”
He gasped as Fratley took firm hold of his head and shoved him back on that thick warrior prick.
“God you're a great cocksucker. How many cocks you sucked to be this good at it?”
The elder’s eyes lidded as Frately’s musk entered his senses.


Frately was the one who bent the Elder over and started rubbing his cock at his hole. 
Despite his age, the elder was still in prime physical condition. His hole was twitching, waiting for Fratley to enter it. The elder rubbed his ass against Fratley’s throbbing tip, looking back at the man with a sly smirk on his face.
“Well… what are you waiting for?
Without further ado, Fratley pushed inside of the elder’s ass and he moaned out with fervor. With a sly smile, Fratley knelt down and whispered into his ear:
“How do you like that now, old man?”
He shivered out in delight,
“For years, I’ve been wanting the knight of Burmecia to fuck me like this.”
Mark waved his hard, dripping cock in front of the elder’s face, and the man wrapped his mouth around the cock without a word, sucking it deeply down his throat while looking up to Mark with a mischievous look on his face.
Mark gasped and could barely contain his surprise when he realised just how good the elder was at sucking cock.
“I bet you’ve had plenty of experience swallowing cocks, before mating with the knight of Burmecia, Elder…” said Mark, gently gripping the sides of the older Bermcian’s head, before yanking his head straight down to deepthroat his cock fully, his nose brushing against Mark’s tufty pubes and smelling in the collected musk there. The elder’s eyes rolled back to his head as he rolled his tongue around the cock jammed in his throat, taking as much down as he possibly could, looking up to Mark with lustful eyes.
“Damn, holy fuck…” Mark was breathless. The elder was one hell of a good cocksucker.
Meanwhile, Fratley had been enjoying the show whilst hot-dogging his hard cock between the man’s taut asscheeks. He leaned over him, pressing down as hard as possible against him, feeling the older man shiver with delight and romp his ass up submissively.
“You know what else they say about the knight of Burmecia?” Fratley said, nibbling at his ear.
The elder moaned out, letting Fratley brush against his face and coo into his ear:
“They say he has a fat dick.”
The elder gasped as he felt the rest of Fratley’s huge shaft slid into him - feeling his tufty pubes rub at his ass, the big lean knight leaning on his back and breathing into his ear.
“How do you like that? My fat proud knight cock shoved in your backside?”
The elder arched his back and let out a long moan, 
“Oh, you have no idea how much I've been wanting it!”
Mark shoved his cock back inside of the Burmecian’s drooling mouth, moaning out as the man instinctively licked it all over - the mix of spit and precum drooling out of his mouth.
"I hope you can hold all of our essence, bitch."
The man's eyes widened as piss was pouring into him from both ends - both Fratley and Mark were holding in their bladder all day and were now unleashing it upon the elder, who had no choice but to drink it all down his throat and hold it in his body. 
That doesn't mean that he didn't like it though. 
The urine of the men that had been holding their bladder all day, rushed through him in waves, drinking it down like he was thirsty for water. 
Mark chuckled out as he saw how hungrily the elder was accepting their piss into his body, Mark's own cock getting the man lubed up for a rough anal fuck by flooding him with piss. 
"I sure hope you can hold all of this in," Mark remarked. 
"Come now, you've always wanted to be fucked by the Azure Dragoon, haven't you?" 
The elder had to bite his tongue from screaming out:
"Fuck yes I have!" Instead, what trickled out of his mouth was a deep, needy moan. 
Fratley took that as a sign to move on, so, without further ado, he made sure that the elder had drunk every millilitre of piss by shaking his cock on his tongue, droplets of piss flying on his hungry tongue. 
"Now that our bitch has drunk up, I think it's time to give him the main course."
Fratley was thrusting inside so hard that the elder was forced to buckle forwards and take more of that cock in his mouth, his throat slick with piss, Mark's cock able to slide inside and outside of it with ease. 
Being a man of many summers with many cocks shoved inside of his mouth, the elder was able to quickly devolve Mark into a buckling, groaning and drooling mess thanks to his expert cocksucking. 
"Fuck, you work magic with that tongue… Shit, I'm cumming, going to cum inside your warm maw!" 
Fratley heard what was happening and didn't want to be out on the fun. 
"Mark!" he shouted while simultaneously pounding the torrent of piss back inside the elder. 
"We had an agreement, cum at the same time, right?" 
Mark's face winced. He knew he was struggling big time. 
"Fuck, but his maw is just so good. Could you give him your signature 'Dragoon Pounding' so we can really seed this man-bitch?" 
Fratley smirked; he knew what that 'Dragoon Pounding' meant. It was the name given to his hard, heavy, persistent fucks - like the one he gave to Mark this morning. Ever since then, the two decided to use the term. 
Fratley put his hands on the sides of the elder's hips, and braced himself for a rough fucking. 
In an instant, Fratley was pounding the elder's hole harder than the man had ever known before from his 30+ years of experience of being pounded by men. The experience was so great, that Mark's cock fell out from his mouth and he had to let out a load groan (almost reaching into a scream) of pleasure, from the smashing of his prostate. It wasn't just the force that Fratley was skilled at, it was the speed: the timing of the thrusts, the deep heavy grunts afterwards, then the hard plunge forward. Everytime his cock re-entered him, it sent the elder's hole into shock. It was a new experience, but oh so very good! 
"What- Aah, ugh!" The elder couldn't form anything coherent, his words toppling into grunts from his mouth as the force of the thrusts sent him buckling forwards. Mark, meanwhile, was jerking off madly to his face of pleasure. Seeing that handsome bearded face flushed from Fratley's signature fucking was definitely going to send him over the edge, so he made sure to make it known to Fratley - who mating pressed against the man - his smaller, leaner frame toppling over the elder's hairy muscled back from the strength of his orgasm, groaning out as he came hard inside of that tight, clenching, mature hairy hole. 
In that same time, Mark sputtered ropes of jizz all over the elder's face, coating his white fur with his even whiter, thick, gooey cream. 
The elder rumbled out with deep satisfaction as the piss and cum of two youthful men was now travelling through him, licking his face of nut juices with a satisfied glance at the man who had just nutted all over himself. 
Mark had to lean back against the wall to regain his composure. 
"Oh, fuck."
He lay a paw on his sweaty forehead. He was so dizzy. He had just got fucked hard this morning by his lover, and given the best head of his life so far, from a man double his age. 
Life was good, and he sure as hell knew it. 
Fratley licked the side of the elder's face for him, cleaning him. 
"You boys sure did a number on me this time."
"I showed you what I'm known for."
The elder shivered again as the thought of Fratley fucking countless other men like this made him long to see it. 
"I don't doubt that for one second."
Mark started to regain his focus, and looked down on the two with a smile. 
"Thanks for letting us stay, elder."
"It's no problem. As long as I get properly screwed by you young studs, I'm fine."






































































----That night at the elder's house… 
Already arriving at Dali at evening, Mark and Fratley spent the rest of the remaining hours of the sun fucking the elder's lights out, just like they wanted. Now, all three of them were in a hot-tub at the house, mostly silent - weary from the day, and too tuckered out to speak. 
Then, Mark spoke up:
"I think this is the most productive day I've had in my life."
A deep hearty chuckle that could only belong to the echo pierced the silence. 
"Ah, the fervour of youth. Back when I was your age, I had about 5 or 6 dump a load in me before I even considered myself 'done for the day',"
Fratley swam to his side, and placed his head under his hairy muscled armpit to smell the musk there. 
"Well, you spent an awful lot of time having sex."
He said, as he moved on to the next armpit. 
Contrary to what some may believe, smelling armpits is a natural way for Burmecian to show their complete trust in one another, and their scent. 
"Not like we had much else to do back then, but still…"
The elder pulled Mark close, nestling him under his other pit.
"I'm glad to have you two lovebirds here with me, to scratch that itch!" 


----


Fratley and Mark slept very soundly that night. Rekindling their relationship with the elder did them a world of good - for not only do they enjoy doing good deeds across all of Gaia to maintain the peace, but they also enjoyed the benefit of each other's company, sexual or otherwise. The sex was really fun though, and there was no way they were going to stop any time soon.