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He rubs in a circle, giving a firm grope, asseeting his dominance over the renowned wrestler that was once you. With shaky steps, you are guided to the second floor of the gym, where every step you take makes your speedo bulge drip, dotting the steps with occasional drops of gooey jizz.\nBut the smell of seed is everywhere on you from just now, your dark scales decorated with streaks of white from your neck to your shoulders and forearms, but it’s all so arousing to you, shown by the slowly growing tent once more in your cumsoaked blue trunks. Some of the patrons you serviced are gathering, observing something oh so familiar to you, making you gasp. The crowd is cheering as the spotlights focuses, bringing you back down memory lane to that fateful day Master claimed you.\nThe wrestling ring is abuzz with commotion as the two wrestlers spar, trying to grope the other to claim victory. Though losses in training do not count to reputation or record, the people still view it as achievements or failures nonetheless.\nThe lizard, pinned by the bull atop him, gets down to rubbing and grinding their bulges against each other, displaying his power and eagerness to make the other submit. You can only stare in awe at their tenting packages, green against a soon to be dark purple, pressed and rubbing against each other like two water balloons. It seems one might just burst from all that.\n“Ahhh Orvan, glad you could join us,” remarked a shark, clad in a sleeveless unitard, smelling of chlorine. His greeting snaps you out from being mesmerized by the arousing display of erotic wrestling. Baring his teeth, he gave a smile that doubled as a menacing grin to a predator. To top it off, he seems to be eyeing you like fresh meat.\n“Of course, this place is special to me,” remarked Master as he let go of groping your butt, making you shift your weight a bit as he places a hand round your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. Others have also caught sight of you, making knowing smirks.\n“Hehehe…still jizzing that speedo eh, cumboy?” The shark teased, eyeing your bulge. In your prime, you would have felt nothing even if he threatened you, your confidence was like a towering wall before such meager trash talk. He would have been like any other competitor, turned into a cummy mess as you finished them off before the crowds that chanted your name. Insulting you would have been akin to suicide, and a senseless show of how clueless they were about your power. Their overconfidence would be their ultimate downfall, reduced to being on their knees as the inside of their garb turned dark with cum, as was the many matches you had.\nBut the wall had a crack, the tiniest of faults that grew and grew, chipping away at your demeanor. Orvan had a tactic in his movements, exuding his masculinity and maleness, making your wall crumble down, allowing him to walk right in, and claim you as his. He was a true dominant, not the type to give in that easily, but you were curious, wondering what it felt like at times after matches. You mused about being someone’s own, commanded, ordered, played with. You wanted that, and Orvan knew it, and that became your weakness as he took you. That wall now revealed everything, and there was nothing you could hide from him. Deep down, you loved it being his.\n“Been emptying his loads into it for a week now…he gets a new change tonight before he sleeps,” answered Master as he gropes you hard, making more excess cum ooze out freely like glazed cream, decorating the floor with spatters of your own spunk. Your knees go weak as the tent inside bulges out again.\n“Ahhh…nnngh..Master…” you groan.\n“Jizzfilled speedo for a week, all collected in that lycra like the horny dragon he is…” Orvan declared out as he milked every last drip of dragon jizz from the speedo to form a small puddle the size of a footprint. One whole week, constantly shooting loads all over the inside of your swimbriefs, painting its inner surface a near white. It was your constant reminder of who owned you, from the first cold creamy sensation when you woke, to the warm drippy feeling of a new load as you fell asleep, a symbol truly representing your servitude to him.\n“As expected of Blue Lightning, hey, why not let him in the ring, have him be the training for new wrestlers?” The shark suggested with a smirk.\nHe craned his neck to look at the match, eyeing how the lizard still held strong against the bull. Smiling, he looked back to the shark.\n“I think that’s wonderful. Zavys, join him so he can take you to the ring,” Orvan ordered as he moved away to mingle.\n“C'mere cummyboy,” the shark ordered as he grabbed you by the leash, leading you away from the match to the holding room, reminding you of the days where you prepped for big matches. Acting almost systematically like a machine, the shark moved to wipe cum off your bulge, and unclasp the leash, leaving the collar on as he prepped you up to be shown before the crowds.\n“Won’t this be nice, wrestling again before the crowd that once cheered for you,” remarked the shark as he started to tent his unitard. True, the fans you had were devoted to you, but the moment the idol they supported started to fall, the hype went along with it. You simply blush and look away shyly, unsure if you should respond. Knowing Master, he could punish you for steping out of line.\n“There’s new wrestlers that have gotten fame…a Labrador retriever and a snake, and both seem promising you know?” The shark added on, giving your bulge a tickle, watching as you squirm.\nYour lips twist a bit as it purses up, avoiding letting wanting moans slip out as you endure this pleasurable stimulation. The new wrestlers would surely generate more fame for this wrestling type, and you weren’t too bothered about being overshadowed by new potentials. You had already lost, and had come to terms with being turned into Master’s pet.\nYour attention is then quickly and abruptly switched as the applause rises, signalling the arrival of the junior wrestlers, and your soon-to-be opponents. Swiftly, the shark ushers you out, and in the eyes of the people out there.\n“So you’re my opponent eh?” Remarked a stallion decked out in a black speedo, a gold star at the bulge tip. He stood tall and had broad shoulders, giving an air of volatile yet contained energy about him that threatened to go off at any moment. His fur was already coated in a small sheen of sweat as his bulge tented out, prompting him to grope and adjust himself before tucking his mane behind his back. To top it off, his mane had a green stripe in it, matching the one on his tail too.\n“Y-yeah…” you reply meekly, preparing your stance, mind going back to memory lane as you remember the many rounds you had against your foes. You focus your attention to him, blotting out the distractions and noise of the audience. A few seconds pass, and the bell gives a resounding ring.\nHe’s quick and swift, rushing to get a grapple or two at you, making you counter and repel them back. Your reflexes kick in, blocking all his advances on you, giving you the chance to leap back to get some distance. This is how the first round goes, with you seeing the techniques and styles of the opponent. Analyzing him early gives you the tips on how to tackle him later on, to secure your win.\nThe equine strikes out, groping at your bulge already to get a feel, making you moan out. You return with a stroke to his crotch, jostling his bulge back to tease his housed length.\n“Speedo’s really sticky and wet, dragon boy….” he taunts. “Didja cream them before we even met?”\nHe attacks even harder, pushing you to the ground as he moves to straddle your hips, crotches touching. You barely have time to react as you fall back and feel his hard bulge press into yours.\n“Nnngh…” you squirm and groan as both your crotches meet and press into each other. The smell of stale sweat fills your nose, giving that intoxicating and addictive spike to cloud your senses further. The crowd cheers on still, the camera boy managing to capture the action happening southwards. You cannot lose this easily, not when you still have so much fight left. With that, you give a mighty shove, pushing the horse off and standing above him, much to the surprise of the audience.\nLeaping forth, you pin him down and position yourself atop him, back to his front. Holding his arms down with yours, your legs legs move to grope at his bulge, leaving him kicking wildly and helpless to your advances. Almost instantly, the horse is entirely immobilized, unable to stop you as he writhes and thrashes about, held back by your weight.\nThe camera boy focuses and captured it all on the big screen, watching as the horse’s grunts turn into moans of pleasure from the footjob you give him. He eventually neighs in joy as he jizzes, equine seed spurting slowly from the tip like molasses, pooling at the ball area of his black speedo before dripping to the floor. The yellow star on his trunks are blotted out by his large loads, signalling the end of this sparring session.\nYou merely blush as you stand, tenting your blue speedo as you recollect whatever had just happened a few minutes ago, referee holding your hand high in the air. Orvan appears behind you, groping your behind and smiling.\n“Ahh! Mas-”\n“Did I scare you, Zavys?” He asks as he rubs your butt, feeling the lycra.\n“Yes…master….” you groan out as he leads you back into the waiting room.\n“Hmhmhm. You did well out there, made quick work of that equine,” he remarks, his emphasis on ‘quick’ rather faint but noticeably there.\n“Thank you master…” you reply back with a smile, feeling a sense of pride swell up inside you. It felt good to make Master pleased, and you didn’t sully his name by losing to your opponent. Past a row of lockers, you can see the lizard from just now, his purple trunks stained white as he submits to the bull that won over him. The bovine merely smirked, playing with the lizard, the air filled with the sound of eager moans and the small hum of the fan nearby.\nBlushing, you look away as Orvan continues to walk ahead, taking you away from the wrestling area.\n“I had made a bet…Zavys…” His sentence came out slowly, hanging in the air as he reached the showers of the swimming pool on the first floor of the gym.\n“A bet, Master?” You ask softly, wondering what he is getting at.\nHe merely smiles and gropes you again, making you grit your teeth as his fingers press and play with your bulge, feeling the stickiness of lingering jizz that the blue lycra had absorbed. Your tongue lolls out at the sensation, simply enjoying the pleasure coursing through you.\n“If you had lost against him, well…you would be subjected to more punishment. Denial for at least a few days…” he replied, sending a minor chill down your spine. Being teased and edged for the entire morning was bad enough, but to be forced to sleep as you were pent up. That would surely be agony.\n“Ahhh…but Master. I won the match…” you manage to moan out as Orvan continues to rub your bulge.\n“Which is why you are getting a reward,” he whispers in your ear.\nSeveral people emerge from the locker rooms of the pool, all of them slim and lean, sporting bright red speedos. Master nonchalantly steps back, letting go of your bulge, making you give a groan as your crotch no longer had a hand to nestle into.\n“Simple put,” he remarked, “the members of the swim team here will make you cum, all of them….will play with you~”\nYou can only gasp as one grabs you from behind, a cream colored horse as his tent rubs against your rear as a snow fox and a bear both move to grope and play with the bulge in your blue speedo.\n“You did very well, defeating that horse so quickly.” Orvan points out. “Swiftly pinning him down and using ingenious methods to make him jizz his garment…”\n“Ahhh…yes…..ahhh Master….” It’s paradise for you as you close your eyes, feeling hands rub and grope at your speedo bulge, the air filling with the musky scent and chlorine of the swim team members. The others simply masturbate through the crimson lycra they wear, making it such a wonderous sight to behold as you look about you.\nMeanwhile, your tent becomes the target of the next few swimmers, each alternating to get a turn at pleasuring you. Orvan smiles and watches, seeing how fast you suddenly cum, soaking the blue speedo once more.\nThe lycra darkens as jizz fills it up again, your length spurting its load into the inside of the trunks. The warmth fills your crotch once more as your nethers are bathed in your own cream. One swimmer merely rubs it in, making sure your fresh seed never drips to the floor.\nMuch to your surprise and delight, the pleasure does not stop there and then. The swimmers rotate about amongst themselves, some opting to rub bulges with you, others with their hands, one of them chooses to use his face even, to take in the cummy musky scent your speedo sports. You look back to Orvan who gives an approving look as they sit you down on a seat. Orgasm after orgasm, you spill your load into the blue speedo, utterly soaking it in fresh draconic seed. It feels so warm and good, and you wished it could never end.\nOrvan smirks again, moving close as he gets himself situated, standing before you with his leotard bulge to your face.\n“Hmhmhm, such a good boy,” he remarks as you move to masturbate him through his suit, rubbing and smelling the pre and musk that his crotch holds. The cum he gave from early morning still holds strong, filling your mind with more lust as estrous continues its act on your body.\nOrvan does not stop you, smiling as you continue to sniff and rub his bulge, taking in the scent he bears and making him ore into the leotard. With a swimmer getting your own crotch, both of you are no doubt enjoying this.\n“Mmmm….master….” you groanwith your face pressed into his groin. He merely groans softly, letting you do the work for him as you rub him up. His hand strokes your head, pressing your face a bit harder against his bulge, allowing you to feel its hardness as you keep pleasuring him constantly.\n“Ahhh….there we go…Zavys…” he moans out, feeling your hands grope his behind, feeling how his leotard wraps round his butt. It’s such an erotic display of submission, the way you simply wish to please Master, showing affection like this as some swimmers start to stand back and watch you. Your face soon gets smeared with his pre, making you grunt as you constantly take in the scent of his musk which has become addictive. Your speedo drips, cum oozing out any exit it can find, from the sides made by your tent, to the tip of the bulge where it forms into globs.\nTime could pass on forever like this with the both of you in an arousing moment. Where master and pet fully enjoyed the company of each other. He keeps stroking and petting your head, spurring you to continue to nuzzle into his bulge even more as minutes pass by slowly.\nThrough constant training, you know that if Master orders it, you must obey and now you focus your efforts in pleasuring him, just enjoying the sensation of his lycra-covered bulge rubbing all over your face. Like a true pet, you actively press your face in, without needing to be ordered around. The other swimmers watch with eager expressions.\n”Getting close..Zavys…ahhh” he grunts out, the dark spot reappearing at the bulge tip, getting bigger and bigger. You know he’s going to cum, and you want to feel it all over you. Motivated by that, you continue to massage and play with the red lycra mound that is his package, sniffing at the day’s worth of sweat and cum load he emptied out, mind fogged up and running on arousal. You keep your nose pressed in, inhaling the amazing scent that is kept in there like an addict, nuzzling deeper and faster into him. Your own speedo bulge tents once more, but you resist touching yourself, not without Master’s premission. you know better than to disobey him and as such, you keep your hands where they are meant to be, around Orvan’s behind.\nHe grunts again, feeling you grope at his butt, feeling the toned cheeks beneath his leotard. His masculinity dwarfs yours, and you feel so small before him. but that’s where you belong, don’t you? By his side, eager to obey, always wanting to cum, desiring his praise and affection.\nSuddenly, it happens.\nHis bulge goes warm, and cum seeps out. A tiny bit at first, creamy and thick, before growing into a steady spill as his load pours out like an overflow of glazed cream. You cannot wait any longer for the payload as you let it drip and spill all over your face, feeling how pent up he is. Orvan is surprisingly quiet, merely panting and breathing hard with each spill of his load. You wish you could see his soaked crotch but your vision is obfuscated by the loads of his fresh jizz. Your face must have been really creamed over.\nHe smiles and takes you away again, moving to the showers where he ushers you into the cubicle.\nIt all happens rather fast with him proceeding to bathe you, letting the warm water cascade down your bulging pegs and abs. Laying bottles of soap and grabbing a sponge, his hands getting to work, washing away the dirts from your body and scrubbing at your dark grey scales. He hugs you as he keeps going, starting with your face to get rid of the cum that sticks to your cheeks and temple. It’s an intimate moment with Master as you both stay silent, letting him clean you up and strip your speedo off.\nThe blue garment falls to the ground with a loud ‘plat’, leaving you naked as the sponge makes it way into every nook and cranny of your body. Even then, you make no noise, not even a twitch as Master continues to embrace you from behind with a kiss.\n“I love moments like this with you….” he whispers and continues to embrace you. He has already undressed as you were looking away from him, and you can feel his heat as he keeps holding you close.\n“I wish for you to join me as I move away to a new city….” he announces, voice audible but nearly drowned out by the shower that seems to thunder out.\n“Go…with you?” You ask, entertaining the idea of travelling with Master and living with him.\n“Indeed, and you’ll always be with me,” he adds on as he finishes bathing.\nYou smile at the thought and nod, agreeing to be with him. Turning, he shuts off the shower and exits the cubicle with you. He smiles and guides you own, feeling your naked rump as he present to you your new garment which lays on the bench. With a few quick towel movements, both of you are dried.\n“Hehe, well then…here’s your new speedo for the week, don it on, and then come with me,” he instructs as he turns to change. The blue speedo you see now has two white lines that accentuate your bulge a bit more, and adds some style to the plain blue lycra. You can only wonder how many times you’ll cum into it for the week ahead, slipping into the garment and following Orvan.\n“It feels good, Master,” you say as you bask in the snugness.\n“Feels good to have you with me….” he replies with a smile.\nHe got dressed in a matching red speedo for underwear and slipped into singlet and shorts, looking ready to go. You beam and follow him, hugging his arm as the two of you exit the gym’s front door. It’s exciting for you as you walk the public carpark in just your blue speedo, and you love it so. You were once a wrestlign star, but you are content with being the horny, aroused cumboy pet you are, and Master, is pleased. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Original date posted on Fur Affinity: Oct 17th, 2016 10:41 PM

You walked obediently beside Orvan, blushing as he feels up your behind and rubbing the lycra. He rubs in a circle, giving a firm grope, asseeting his dominance over the renowned wrestler that was once you. With shaky steps, you are guided to the second floor of the gym, where every step you take makes your speedo bulge drip, dotting the steps with occasional drops of gooey jizz.
But the smell of seed is everywhere on you from just now, your dark scales decorated with streaks of white from your neck to your shoulders and forearms, but it’s all so arousing to you, shown by the slowly growing tent once more in your cumsoaked blue trunks. Some of the patrons you serviced are gathering, observing something oh so familiar to you, making you gasp. The crowd is cheering as the spotlights focuses, bringing you back down memory lane to that fateful day Master claimed you.
The wrestling ring is abuzz with commotion as the two wrestlers spar, trying to grope the other to claim victory. Though losses in training do not count to reputation or record, the people still view it as achievements or failures nonetheless.
The lizard, pinned by the bull atop him, gets down to rubbing and grinding their bulges against each other, displaying his power and eagerness to make the other submit. You can only stare in awe at their tenting packages, green against a soon to be dark purple, pressed and rubbing against each other like two water balloons. It seems one might just burst from all that.
“Ahhh Orvan, glad you could join us,” remarked a shark, clad in a sleeveless unitard, smelling of chlorine. His greeting snaps you out from being mesmerized by the arousing display of erotic wrestling. Baring his teeth, he gave a smile that doubled as a menacing grin to a predator. To top it off, he seems to be eyeing you like fresh meat.
“Of course, this place is special to me,” remarked Master as he let go of groping your butt, making you shift your weight a bit as he places a hand round your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. Others have also caught sight of you, making knowing smirks.
“Hehehe…still jizzing that speedo eh, cumboy?” The shark teased, eyeing your bulge. In your prime, you would have felt nothing even if he threatened you, your confidence was like a towering wall before such meager trash talk. He would have been like any other competitor, turned into a cummy mess as you finished them off before the crowds that chanted your name. Insulting you would have been akin to suicide, and a senseless show of how clueless they were about your power. Their overconfidence would be their ultimate downfall, reduced to being on their knees as the inside of their garb turned dark with cum, as was the many matches you had.
But the wall had a crack, the tiniest of faults that grew and grew, chipping away at your demeanor. Orvan had a tactic in his movements, exuding his masculinity and maleness, making your wall crumble down, allowing him to walk right in, and claim you as his. He was a true dominant, not the type to give in that easily, but you were curious, wondering what it felt like at times after matches. You mused about being someone’s own, commanded, ordered, played with. You wanted that, and Orvan knew it, and that became your weakness as he took you. That wall now revealed everything, and there was nothing you could hide from him. Deep down, you loved it being his.
“Been emptying his loads into it for a week now…he gets a new change tonight before he sleeps,” answered Master as he gropes you hard, making more excess cum ooze out freely like glazed cream, decorating the floor with spatters of your own spunk. Your knees go weak as the tent inside bulges out again.
“Ahhh…nnngh..Master…” you groan.
“Jizzfilled speedo for a week, all collected in that lycra like the horny dragon he is…” Orvan declared out as he milked every last drip of dragon jizz from the speedo to form a small puddle the size of a footprint. One whole week, constantly shooting loads all over the inside of your swimbriefs, painting its inner surface a near white. It was your constant reminder of who owned you, from the first cold creamy sensation when you woke, to the warm drippy feeling of a new load as you fell asleep, a symbol truly representing your servitude to him.
“As expected of Blue Lightning, hey, why not let him in the ring, have him be the training for new wrestlers?” The shark suggested with a smirk.
He craned his neck to look at the match, eyeing how the lizard still held strong against the bull. Smiling, he looked back to the shark.
“I think that’s wonderful. Zavys, join him so he can take you to the ring,” Orvan ordered as he moved away to mingle.
“C'mere cummyboy,” the shark ordered as he grabbed you by the leash, leading you away from the match to the holding room, reminding you of the days where you prepped for big matches. Acting almost systematically like a machine, the shark moved to wipe cum off your bulge, and unclasp the leash, leaving the collar on as he prepped you up to be shown before the crowds.
“Won’t this be nice, wrestling again before the crowd that once cheered for you,” remarked the shark as he started to tent his unitard. True, the fans you had were devoted to you, but the moment the idol they supported started to fall, the hype went along with it. You simply blush and look away shyly, unsure if you should respond. Knowing Master, he could punish you for steping out of line.
“There’s new wrestlers that have gotten fame…a Labrador retriever and a snake, and both seem promising you know?” The shark added on, giving your bulge a tickle, watching as you squirm.
Your lips twist a bit as it purses up, avoiding letting wanting moans slip out as you endure this pleasurable stimulation. The new wrestlers would surely generate more fame for this wrestling type, and you weren’t too bothered about being overshadowed by new potentials. You had already lost, and had come to terms with being turned into Master’s pet.
Your attention is then quickly and abruptly switched as the applause rises, signalling the arrival of the junior wrestlers, and your soon-to-be opponents. Swiftly, the shark ushers you out, and in the eyes of the people out there.
“So you’re my opponent eh?” Remarked a stallion decked out in a black speedo, a gold star at the bulge tip. He stood tall and had broad shoulders, giving an air of volatile yet contained energy about him that threatened to go off at any moment. His fur was already coated in a small sheen of sweat as his bulge tented out, prompting him to grope and adjust himself before tucking his mane behind his back. To top it off, his mane had a green stripe in it, matching the one on his tail too.
“Y-yeah…” you reply meekly, preparing your stance, mind going back to memory lane as you remember the many rounds you had against your foes. You focus your attention to him, blotting out the distractions and noise of the audience. A few seconds pass, and the bell gives a resounding ring.
He’s quick and swift, rushing to get a grapple or two at you, making you counter and repel them back. Your reflexes kick in, blocking all his advances on you, giving you the chance to leap back to get some distance. This is how the first round goes, with you seeing the techniques and styles of the opponent. Analyzing him early gives you the tips on how to tackle him later on, to secure your win.
The equine strikes out, groping at your bulge already to get a feel, making you moan out. You return with a stroke to his crotch, jostling his bulge back to tease his housed length.
“Speedo’s really sticky and wet, dragon boy….” he taunts. “Didja cream them before we even met?”
He attacks even harder, pushing you to the ground as he moves to straddle your hips, crotches touching. You barely have time to react as you fall back and feel his hard bulge press into yours.
“Nnngh…” you squirm and groan as both your crotches meet and press into each other. The smell of stale sweat fills your nose, giving that intoxicating and addictive spike to cloud your senses further. The crowd cheers on still, the camera boy managing to capture the action happening southwards. You cannot lose this easily, not when you still have so much fight left. With that, you give a mighty shove, pushing the horse off and standing above him, much to the surprise of the audience.
Leaping forth, you pin him down and position yourself atop him, back to his front. Holding his arms down with yours, your legs legs move to grope at his bulge, leaving him kicking wildly and helpless to your advances. Almost instantly, the horse is entirely immobilized, unable to stop you as he writhes and thrashes about, held back by your weight.
The camera boy focuses and captured it all on the big screen, watching as the horse’s grunts turn into moans of pleasure from the footjob you give him. He eventually neighs in joy as he jizzes, equine seed spurting slowly from the tip like molasses, pooling at the ball area of his black speedo before dripping to the floor. The yellow star on his trunks are blotted out by his large loads, signalling the end of this sparring session.
You merely blush as you stand, tenting your blue speedo as you recollect whatever had just happened a few minutes ago, referee holding your hand high in the air. Orvan appears behind you, groping your behind and smiling.
“Ahh! Mas-”
“Did I scare you, Zavys?” He asks as he rubs your butt, feeling the lycra.
“Yes…master….” you groan out as he leads you back into the waiting room.
“Hmhmhm. You did well out there, made quick work of that equine,” he remarks, his emphasis on ‘quick’ rather faint but noticeably there.
“Thank you master…” you reply back with a smile, feeling a sense of pride swell up inside you. It felt good to make Master pleased, and you didn’t sully his name by losing to your opponent. Past a row of lockers, you can see the lizard from just now, his purple trunks stained white as he submits to the bull that won over him. The bovine merely smirked, playing with the lizard, the air filled with the sound of eager moans and the small hum of the fan nearby.
Blushing, you look away as Orvan continues to walk ahead, taking you away from the wrestling area.
“I had made a bet…Zavys…” His sentence came out slowly, hanging in the air as he reached the showers of the swimming pool on the first floor of the gym.
“A bet, Master?” You ask softly, wondering what he is getting at.
He merely smiles and gropes you again, making you grit your teeth as his fingers press and play with your bulge, feeling the stickiness of lingering jizz that the blue lycra had absorbed. Your tongue lolls out at the sensation, simply enjoying the pleasure coursing through you.
“If you had lost against him, well…you would be subjected to more punishment. Denial for at least a few days…” he replied, sending a minor chill down your spine. Being teased and edged for the entire morning was bad enough, but to be forced to sleep as you were pent up. That would surely be agony.
“Ahhh…but Master. I won the match…” you manage to moan out as Orvan continues to rub your bulge.
“Which is why you are getting a reward,” he whispers in your ear.
Several people emerge from the locker rooms of the pool, all of them slim and lean, sporting bright red speedos. Master nonchalantly steps back, letting go of your bulge, making you give a groan as your crotch no longer had a hand to nestle into.
“Simple put,” he remarked, “the members of the swim team here will make you cum, all of them….will play with you~”
You can only gasp as one grabs you from behind, a cream colored horse as his tent rubs against your rear as a snow fox and a bear both move to grope and play with the bulge in your blue speedo.
“You did very well, defeating that horse so quickly.” Orvan points out. “Swiftly pinning him down and using ingenious methods to make him jizz his garment…”
“Ahhh…yes…..ahhh Master….” It’s paradise for you as you close your eyes, feeling hands rub and grope at your speedo bulge, the air filling with the musky scent and chlorine of the swim team members. The others simply masturbate through the crimson lycra they wear, making it such a wonderous sight to behold as you look about you.
Meanwhile, your tent becomes the target of the next few swimmers, each alternating to get a turn at pleasuring you. Orvan smiles and watches, seeing how fast you suddenly cum, soaking the blue speedo once more.
The lycra darkens as jizz fills it up again, your length spurting its load into the inside of the trunks. The warmth fills your crotch once more as your nethers are bathed in your own cream. One swimmer merely rubs it in, making sure your fresh seed never drips to the floor.
Much to your surprise and delight, the pleasure does not stop there and then. The swimmers rotate about amongst themselves, some opting to rub bulges with you, others with their hands, one of them chooses to use his face even, to take in the cummy musky scent your speedo sports. You look back to Orvan who gives an approving look as they sit you down on a seat. Orgasm after orgasm, you spill your load into the blue speedo, utterly soaking it in fresh draconic seed. It feels so warm and good, and you wished it could never end.
Orvan smirks again, moving close as he gets himself situated, standing before you with his leotard bulge to your face.
“Hmhmhm, such a good boy,” he remarks as you move to masturbate him through his suit, rubbing and smelling the pre and musk that his crotch holds. The cum he gave from early morning still holds strong, filling your mind with more lust as estrous continues its act on your body.
Orvan does not stop you, smiling as you continue to sniff and rub his bulge, taking in the scent he bears and making him ore into the leotard. With a swimmer getting your own crotch, both of you are no doubt enjoying this.
“Mmmm….master….” you groanwith your face pressed into his groin. He merely groans softly, letting you do the work for him as you rub him up. His hand strokes your head, pressing your face a bit harder against his bulge, allowing you to feel its hardness as you keep pleasuring him constantly.
“Ahhh….there we go…Zavys…” he moans out, feeling your hands grope his behind, feeling how his leotard wraps round his butt. It’s such an erotic display of submission, the way you simply wish to please Master, showing affection like this as some swimmers start to stand back and watch you. Your face soon gets smeared with his pre, making you grunt as you constantly take in the scent of his musk which has become addictive. Your speedo drips, cum oozing out any exit it can find, from the sides made by your tent, to the tip of the bulge where it forms into globs.
Time could pass on forever like this with the both of you in an arousing moment. Where master and pet fully enjoyed the company of each other. He keeps stroking and petting your head, spurring you to continue to nuzzle into his bulge even more as minutes pass by slowly.
Through constant training, you know that if Master orders it, you must obey and now you focus your efforts in pleasuring him, just enjoying the sensation of his lycra-covered bulge rubbing all over your face. Like a true pet, you actively press your face in, without needing to be ordered around. The other swimmers watch with eager expressions.
”Getting close..Zavys…ahhh” he grunts out, the dark spot reappearing at the bulge tip, getting bigger and bigger. You know he’s going to cum, and you want to feel it all over you. Motivated by that, you continue to massage and play with the red lycra mound that is his package, sniffing at the day’s worth of sweat and cum load he emptied out, mind fogged up and running on arousal. You keep your nose pressed in, inhaling the amazing scent that is kept in there like an addict, nuzzling deeper and faster into him. Your own speedo bulge tents once more, but you resist touching yourself, not without Master’s premission. you know better than to disobey him and as such, you keep your hands where they are meant to be, around Orvan’s behind.
He grunts again, feeling you grope at his butt, feeling the toned cheeks beneath his leotard. His masculinity dwarfs yours, and you feel so small before him. but that’s where you belong, don’t you? By his side, eager to obey, always wanting to cum, desiring his praise and affection.
Suddenly, it happens.
His bulge goes warm, and cum seeps out. A tiny bit at first, creamy and thick, before growing into a steady spill as his load pours out like an overflow of glazed cream. You cannot wait any longer for the payload as you let it drip and spill all over your face, feeling how pent up he is. Orvan is surprisingly quiet, merely panting and breathing hard with each spill of his load. You wish you could see his soaked crotch but your vision is obfuscated by the loads of his fresh jizz. Your face must have been really creamed over.
He smiles and takes you away again, moving to the showers where he ushers you into the cubicle.
It all happens rather fast with him proceeding to bathe you, letting the warm water cascade down your bulging pegs and abs. Laying bottles of soap and grabbing a sponge, his hands getting to work, washing away the dirts from your body and scrubbing at your dark grey scales. He hugs you as he keeps going, starting with your face to get rid of the cum that sticks to your cheeks and temple. It’s an intimate moment with Master as you both stay silent, letting him clean you up and strip your speedo off.
The blue garment falls to the ground with a loud ‘plat’, leaving you naked as the sponge makes it way into every nook and cranny of your body. Even then, you make no noise, not even a twitch as Master continues to embrace you from behind with a kiss.
“I love moments like this with you….” he whispers and continues to embrace you. He has already undressed as you were looking away from him, and you can feel his heat as he keeps holding you close.
“I wish for you to join me as I move away to a new city….” he announces, voice audible but nearly drowned out by the shower that seems to thunder out.
“Go…with you?” You ask, entertaining the idea of travelling with Master and living with him.
“Indeed, and you’ll always be with me,” he adds on as he finishes bathing.
You smile at the thought and nod, agreeing to be with him. Turning, he shuts off the shower and exits the cubicle with you. He smiles and guides you own, feeling your naked rump as he present to you your new garment which lays on the bench. With a few quick towel movements, both of you are dried.
“Hehe, well then…here’s your new speedo for the week, don it on, and then come with me,” he instructs as he turns to change. The blue speedo you see now has two white lines that accentuate your bulge a bit more, and adds some style to the plain blue lycra. You can only wonder how many times you’ll cum into it for the week ahead, slipping into the garment and following Orvan.
“It feels good, Master,” you say as you bask in the snugness.
“Feels good to have you with me….” he replies with a smile.
He got dressed in a matching red speedo for underwear and slipped into singlet and shorts, looking ready to go. You beam and follow him, hugging his arm as the two of you exit the gym’s front door. It’s exciting for you as you walk the public carpark in just your blue speedo, and you love it so. You were once a wrestlign star, but you are content with being the horny, aroused cumboy pet you are, and Master, is pleased. ", "writing": "", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Blue Lightning 3", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "1", "type_name": "Picture/Pinup", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "42" }