It was late in the night when Bayne stirred from his stupor, and sat up with a start. He extracted himself carefully from Proletariat’s grasp, avoiding disturbing his sleep. His body ached, but a different sort of urge had pulled him from his sleep. He stared down at him in the soft moonlight, breathing heavily as the aching in his rear flared up. The soreness was much more palpable without the pleasurable fullness and stretching from before. He reached out shakily toward Proletariat’s head with one paw, cupping his chin and stroking underneath it gently. Bayne leaned in close, whispering under his breath before kissing his forehead.


He groaned softly as he moved to climb over Bourgeoisie to get off of the bed. His quivering gait made for a troublesome time exiting the room, waddling with his back legs spread far apart toward the bathroom at the end of the hall ever so slowly. A faint light led him that direction, and he didn’t think much of it until he was standing in front of the closed door. His paw reached for the handle, teetering on his three feet before the door opened ahead of him on its own. He came face-to-face with another large male: a dull yellow in color in the low light, somewhere between his own radiant glow and Bourgeoisie’s true gold. He scurried backwards and fell onto his ass against the far door.


“Ow,” he grunted. “Um, s-sorry sir I didn’t know you were in…there….” With the light still behind him, Bayne got a full view of their father’s equipment. Between the two of them the smell in the air was strong, and Bayne really hoped that he couldn’t tell. He smiled toothily, gazing up to his face.


“Strange, I don’t remember having a third son,” he rumbled, “Must be Bayne, yes?” He stepped forward into the hall, leaving the light on for him. He loomed above Bayne for a moment, his nostrils flaring in the low light and the shadow of his tail casting slowly over Bayne’s face. “Go ahead. I’ll see you in the morning, third son.”


A freshly familiar sensation came over Bayne as he stared up at him. “Wait um, not to, ah, delay you if you’re busy sir, but you’ve got quite the nice…mmm cock there. Is that full mast or only part of the way there?”


“Excuse me?” he murmured incredulously, “What sort of dragon do you think I am?”


“Very well-endowed for one! Or maybe it’s just because I’ve only seen your sons’ cocks before and not an adult’s. And theirs are both nice, but I wouldn’t mind seeing some more of yours. Or maybe the sort of dragon who– who needs a new hole to f-fuck?” Bayne’s heart pounded faster and faster– what the hell was he saying?


The dragon tilted his head. “Are you trying to come on to me? In the middle of the night, with my mate in the next room and my sons down the hall?” He sniffed deeply. “Smells like you’ve already had your fill with my boys. And I just got done fucking her so why would I need you?”


“It’s an awesome opportunity for us both!” He crept forward, dragging his ass on the ground. “I’m already nice and stretched out from your son’s fat, uh, knotted cock. So you’ll easily fit and be able to just pound me.” He set one paw onto the adult dragon’s stomach, keeping his eyes on his lightly bobbing cock. “Wouldn’t you like to, like, fuck a young boy like me? ‘Cause I’d sure enjoy that. C’mon, I was a virgin before your son fucked me, don’t you want the second go at me?” He held the larger dragon’s gaze for a moment, drawing his paw lower on him but hesitating to touch his twitching erection. “Or maybe if you’re feeling extra frisky you could give it to me really rough? That’d be hot!”


“Bayne– that’s highly inappropriate! I have no interest in some young dragon such as yourself, let alone some kid my boys are screwing. I don’t want to sink this cock into your tight little asshole and pump you full of more hot cum than you could take.” He gripped Bayne’s face with one paw, squeezing hard. “It wouldn’t go so deep and hard as to end up in your stomach.”


“Mmm…m-my belly is already nice and full from P-Proletariat.” His breathing grew ragged, meeting his crush’s father’s eyes. “What’s…your name, sir?”


“If you think you’re full I guess we’ll just make you burst. You can call me Orao tomorrow, but when I’m fucking you it’s either ‘Daddy’ or ‘Mmph,’ boy.” He released Bayne, pushing him back. “You do what you need to in there. I’ll come see you soon, got it?”


“Yes sir– Daddy,” he murmured. Bayne gawked as he walked away and into the bedroom, still fixated where he probably shouldn’t be, but…wow. He pulled himself up, trying to push away his lewd thoughts and slight arousal and moving on to take care of his business in the bathroom. He propped his front paws up onto the shelf behind the toilet to pee. It was worn down, surely from the other boys in the house doing the same, though probably when they were a little bit younger since the marks were smaller than his own claws. He stretched up to try and see if the next shelf was similarly pock-marked, but his muscles tensed up and he shook and shivered, settling his head down onto his paws instead.


The night was a blur in his mind: had he actually passed out with…with Proletariat’s cock still lodged inside him? His insides ached an elegy of emptiness into his thoughts. The experience nearly hurt to remember, the edges tinged with pleasant sensations that returned stronger the more he considered and recalled what had transpired. If he’d gotten it inside once, he would surely be able to again. Proletariat definitely liked him, even if he was only looking for friendship right now.


He depressed the handle on the toilet to flush with his elbow, and smacked his lips. He hoped that Orao was serious. Something in him was hungry for more, and he couldn’t just wait until morning. He grinned to himself, hearing the clicking of claws approach in the hall. Behind him, the door to the bathroom creaked slowly wider from its ajar state, just barely registering in Bayne’s head. 


He lifted up his head without turning to look, and groaned, “Prole, is that you? I think you’re right about, ugh gosh, carrying me home tomorrow.”


The lower, deeper tones of Orao replied, “Carrying you home? Damn right he’s gonna have to, kid.” The large older dragon’s paws were suddenly in view above his face, gripping onto the highest shelf. They were a darker yellow than Bayne’s own, but still nothing like the muted tones of his sons’ scales. Moments later his body weight hit him, keeping him in place against the toilet and the wall.


“S-sir I um, I was just about–” He jumped as he felt the long, thick rod of flesh grind slowly against his tail and lower back. It stood fully erect already and Bayne shivered imagining it splitting him in half. “Oh gosh I think I should uh–”


“What’s wrong? Sure seems like you came here to get fucked, boy. We can do this the easy way if you get to presenting, else I will do it myself.” He snorted heavily down onto Bayne’s face. “You smell like a little slut.”


“Th-this is not, I did not come here t-to get…to have sex we just, it just happened and–” The long edge of a towel was forced suddenly into Bayne’s open maw, the dragon above him pulling it taut by both ends.


“You can’t seem to get your words together and I’m here to fuck you not get your life story. This one’s Proletariat’s, I’m sure that’ll be satisfactory.” He lifted his weight up just a little and commanded, “Move your tail, boy.” Bayne hesitated only a moment before his head got pulled back by the towel and he felt a firm smack on his ass from his partner’s free paw. “Hurry up!”


Bayne whimpered and groaned, quickly getting his tail out of the way and tucking it up against his assailant’s stomach. His tongue and teeth gnashed and pressed against the towel, his efforts met with a tighter pull up into his mouth. The smell of Proletariat was faint but distinct coming up off of the towel, but it did little to soothe him in these circumstances. Orao’s weight pushed him down once again, as he felt the tip of his excessive, thick cock press against his anus.


“This is your one warning, better not clench because we’re just going with whatever my sons left inside you.” He rammed the head of his cock into Bayne, forcing five inches in on the first thrust. Orao kept pushing forward, sinking into his stretched out hole very easily. The shelves shook and creaked beneath the pressure of their paws. With his ass fully distended by the thick base Bayne’s hind legs struggled not to collapse.


“Oh, fuuuck yes!” Orao moaned, “Holy fucking shit that’s intense!” He pulled the towel tighter to the back of his mouth and began thrusting into him swiftly. He glided along Bayne’s innards with a loud [i]squelch[/i]; his fat balls smacked into Bayne’s, sticking and tugging them backward.


Bayne whimpered into the towel, biting into it with his back teeth. As faint as it was, Proletariat’s scent intermingled with his father’s as he breathed through the fabric. And even less notable was…was probably Bourgeoisie’s as well? Orao’s dick was a piston, pounding and stretching him without remorse. It was devoid of any affection like the others had shown him earlier in the night. His tummy bulge distended from each thrust and he was pressed lower toward the toilet below. Bayne’s eyes rolled back in his skull and he whined, “Mmmppphhh!”


“Hope you, mmf, made some space boy!” Orao twitched and pulsed inside of him, already pouring out within him. He pumped and pumped, continuing to thrust even now. Bayne began to bloat as it flowed with enough pressure to reach his stomach. The smell blended with the brothers’ in his nostrils; he could taste it as though it were pouring up through his throat. He scratched and pulled at the shelf ahead of him, trying not to slip down onto the toilet beneath. A domineering growl shook him from above. Orao released his grip on the towel-gag, placing one paw onto Bayne’s shoulder. “I think you’re gonna have a long night ahead of you, boy. Maybe a rough day tomorrow, too!”


[i]‘Bayne? Are you awake?’[/i]


“I think I’ll take you outside next, tie you up to the porch or maybe by the side of the road. Think there’s still some old fence posts up there.”


[i]‘Bayne! S-stop that are you–’[/i]


“Th-that sounds mh, lovely,” Bayne murmured into the towel.


[i]‘Seriously you’re gonna make me do something I’ll regret!’[/i]


“You can stay there all night, ‘til my boys come and have their chance again tomorrow morning.”


[i]‘Dude you’re smearing all over my leg just–’[/i]


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“Damn it, Bayne….” Bourgeoisie had pulled himself away from the tiny sleeping dragon, but he was still humping away at the space between them. He readjusted and stood over him, planting his front paws onto his shoulders. He started shaking him, but Bayne’s tail curled up and immediately wrapped around his own.


“Yes, like that please!” Bayne moaned beneath him, “So go–”


Bourgeoisie clamped his mouth around the end of Bayne’s snout, and sucked in as much air as he could. It only took a few moments for Bayne to jerk awake, between the lack of oxygen and the warm wetness over his muzzle. He bumped foreheads with Bourgeoisie, gasping and sputtering as he pulled back.


“Mh, t-the hell?! Bourgeoisie…?” Bayne murmured. He stared at him, slowly unentangling their tails as his eyes drifted downward. “What’s uh going on now?”


“You were rubbing your dick juice on my thighs, and I didn’t want it getting worse.” Bourgeoisie patted Bayne’s face with one paw. “Like if you wanna get off you can. But maybe not that way.”


“Oh, sorry um I didn’t realize.” Bayne clamped shut his legs to hide his erection, groaning softly as he put pressure on it. He glanced around the softly sun-lit room, pausing at the empty space in the bed. “Where did, uh, where’s Proletariat?”


“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then?” Bourgeoisie flopped over beside him, gripping his chest firmly. “He’s off filling the tub. I’m sure you’d rather join him than lay here, but….” He slid the other paw under Bayne’s neck, pulling enough to hold on to him. “Proletariat is mine first. You get that? You just met him, you don’t know him like I do. You probably wish you did!”


“Wh– um no I!” Bayne’s breathing got heavier; he pulled and pushed against Bourgeoisie’s grip. “C’mon don’t be like that!”


“Shh! Just gimme a sec’,” he snapped, “This is hard, okay?” Bourgeoisie forced a smile, even though he wanted it to be sincere. “I’m trying to get back around to saying…that…I want you two to get to know each other better. I was worried about you, like, coming between him and I. I still am, but I also was before. Like as soon as he came outside and I realized what was going on I was, like, really pissed off. Yesterday already sucked before that, and I’m gonna hate school for the next couple weeks. But– but by the end of the night…no, even before then I had gotten over it. Mostly. I think.”


“Mh, oh,” Bayne sighed. He rolled his shoulders to stretch and try to release the tension. “Do you…want to talk about what happened? At school, not l-last night.”


Bourgeoisie shook his head. “I hurt somebody, probably fucked up his eye pretty bad. Not that it can’t be fixed with ‘magic healing crystals’ or some junk if it’s not too damaged.” He squeezed Bayne, pushing down his rising emotion from the day before. “That’s all….”


“That’s all? Do you go around tackling people regularly or something?”


“Not by choice, he was being an ass to me personally. So…he uh, got clawed I guess. He didn’t fight back, and I stopped at that…I think…but I'm still getting two weeks of detention.”


“Damn that’s a lot! Do you…what did he do exactly?” Bayne pushed his face forward and nuzzled him under his chin. “If you want to talk about it.”


“I don’t– not right now.” Bourgeoisie released him, pressing his chin against Bayne’s flat forehead. “You should go bathe, I think he was gonna come back for you but you could just meet him.”


“Sure,” Bayne huffed, “I guess.” He slowly rolled over and onto his feet upon the cool stone floor. “Bourgeoisie…you’re weird. But like, kind of in a good way? Like, I swear you were going to try to hurt me there, but then…uh, yeah. I think you’re good, I like you. I don’t want to, um, take anything away from you. I just do like-like Proletariat, too.”


“That’s very sweet coming from you so soon,” he laughed, “I'm always pretty erratic with my emotions and shit.” Bourgeoisie’s tail thumped softly against the bed.


Bayne nodded slowly. “Yeah uh, I’ll go join Prole now I think. Are you coming too?”


“Not room in the tub. Or I probably would.” He grabbed the other pillow and covered his face with it. “Plus I’m trying to ready myself to tell Mom and Dad about yesterday. If I don’t they’ll find out from the school instead.”


“Sure okay. See you soon?”


“If I live,” Bourgeoisie groaned. “Close the door on your way out.”


Bayne backed slowly out through the doorway, pushing it closed with his tail as he turned toward the bathroom. Before he could so much as take a step, a tempting scent pulled his mind toward the kitchen. It sat warm and heavy in his nostrils, drawing his eyes away from his destination. With two measured steps backward, he caught a glimpse of steam wafting from the kitchen doorway. A few more steps and his eyes locked with those of Orao. He was seated in the living room alone, beaming at him from behind a book.

“Good morning, Bayne! Have a good night?” Orao called out.


Bayne tucked his tail down between his legs and gulped, wanting to just skitter down the hallway. He grinned sheepishly, the words catching in his throat. “H-hello again! Uhm, yeah! Thank you, it was good…nice.” He exhaled sharply and said, “I’d better go find Proletariat I think.” He took a few tense steps down the hall, keeping his tail low until he broke his eyes free of Orao’s gaze, then trotted off toward the end of the hall. He scrambled into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.


“Shit!” Proletariat jumped in the tub at the sudden intrusion, splashing water onto the stone floor and attempting to cover himself with his wings. “Oh Bayne– why’d you go and do that now?”


“M-my bad, I was escaping from your dad.” Bayne edged his way closer to the tub, stopping once he could reach up and grab the side of it. “Err, at least that’s what it felt like.”


Proletariat shook his head, slipping back down and over to the far side of the tub. “Come on in,” he offered, “It’s still very hot.”


“Y-yeah, ‘cause you’re in it,” Bayne quipped, nodding quickly as he pulled his aching hindquarters up and over. He settled in against the larger boy, tucking his tail around one of Proletariat’s legs and staring up at his face.


“Thanks,” Proletariat answered. He waited until Bayne came to a stop before folding his paws across his chest. “How uh…how are you feeling?”


“Really sore!” Bayne huffed, then murmured softly, “But it was, um, good. It was really good! For real. You’re um…wow and–”


Proletariat cut him off, craning his neck forward and pressing his maw against Bayne’s in a soft, shallow kiss. Their tongues met in a slimy embrace, exchanging a torrent of breaths in that fleeting moment. Proletariat’s claws pressed firmer against Bayne’s soft underbelly and the smaller dragon squealed.


He pulled back, nuzzling his snout into the top of Bayne’s head. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he whispered, “Bourgeoisie and I…we were worried I went too far; that I hurt you or something when you passed out. I’m sorry.”


“Maybe, but I’m okay now. And well I’d d-do it again any time. Even the hurting parts.”


“We’ll see about that,” he replied softly, “When you’re ready.” They lay in silence for a while, Proletariat’s grip upon Bayne’s chest loosening as both relaxed in the hot soapy water. Bayne patted at some clumps of bubbles floating on the surface, working to distract himself from the naughty thoughts of both doing it again right there and then, but also the wandering of his mind to what he’d imagined happening in this room while he was asleep.


Then Proletariat continued saying, “Looked like you slept pretty good. You were giving Bourgeoisie a bit of a hard time when I got up to fill the tub this morning.”


Bayne glanced off toward the window, biting his lower lip. “Mhm, I guess so….”


“Don’t have to be ashamed about it. Like I’m not judging or nothing, just uh making conversation.” He released Bayne completely, and reached over to snag a washcloth he had pulled out for Bayne and set on the edge of the tub. He dunked it into the water, wringed out most of it and began softly dabbing it across the top of Bayne’s head. He worked it in small gentle circles over the sides of his face and his jawline, then gave a slightly rougher scrubbing beneath his chin.


Meanwhile Bayne clenched his eyes shut and tightened his tail about Proletariat’s leg. This was beyond his expectations for meeting him the first time, but he wouldn’t complain about being doted upon like this. It had been a long time since someone else had had to help him clean himself, but if Proletariat wanted to do it maybe he’d get to return the favor or something. Faintly the scent of the soap finally hit him: slightly minty, and woody. He inhaled deeper, holding it in as he remembered the smells from his dream.


“Hey, y’wanna turn around for me? I think your butt probably needs the most attention. Plus I’m sure,” Proletariat paused to pat Bayne’s stomach, “You need some breakfast as much as I do.”


“Tch…yeah. I can’t um live on just your…you know.”


“My what now?”


Bayne licked his lips, mumbling, “Your uh–”


“Cum? Spunk? Hot loads of seed in your little tummy?” Proletariat teased, squeezing Bayne’s rear with his hind paws. He drew the washcloth over his snout again, and Bayne swatted it away.


“Sh-shut up!” Bayne giggled. He squirmed away from his grasp and struggled to flip himself over in the water. “Just ‘cause it…mmph, I only got to lick it up off you anyway.” He flopped back down onto the older boy’s chest and stomach, facing away from him as he’d asked. He settled with his forelegs tucked beneath his chest, and turned his eyes downward beneath the water.


“I’m sure you’ll have other chances to blow me. I still have to get a taste of you too, some time.” Proletariat lifted Bayne’s tail out of the way to begin scrubbing the dried cum off of the scales around his butt. “But we’ll have time for that. Right now I just want to– oh!”


Bayne squeezed Proletariat’s balls in both paws, purring softly low in his throat, “You want to what now? I’m listening, just thinking about sucking on you.”


“Leave you squealing right now,” Proletariat grumbled, scrubbing harder and working toward his anus. He spread him just a little bit, and splashed enough of their hot water up to get inside with the washcloth. “Looks like you’re not too bad back here; must have already come off in the water. And it’s not red or swollen, so you must be a bit stretchier than Bourgeoisie.”


“That mean you’ve gotta try harder next time maybe?” He rolled the larger dragon’s ballsack between his claws. “I can take it.”


“Definitely not. Maybe gentler honestly, even more making out and no knotting so you don’t pass out.” He leaned in and nibbled at Bayne’s taint, receiving a [i]thunk[/] on the head from the base of his tail.


“The knotting was…fine, it was just weird. I could get used to it, eventually.”


“Alright well you’re as clean as I care about.” He flicked the washcloth over and onto the top of Bayne’s head. “You can get the rest, and I’ll just be here watching.”


“What about you?” Bayne released him and slid the cloth back into the water with just a tip of his head. “I could clean you too.”


“Too late, you were taking too long so I already got me. Maybe next time bud.”


Bayne sighed softly, lifting himself up a bit to wipe down his chest and underbelly. Eventually he rolled over beside Proletariat to look at him as he worked on his legs. “I had a…weird dream,” he began, “Because I met your dad last night on my way to the bathroom.” He waited for Proletariat to nod with interest before continuing, “I think I caught a look at his…penis, so when I went back to sleep it must have been on my um, mind.”


“Pfft, what the hell? You were looking at Dad’s dick?!”


“Shh! N-no! He’s just big and I’m not. N-not like that, well yes like that too but I mean that’s not what I mean okay! Look I dreamed about him um…having sex with me over top of the toilet. Rough and…wow like, it felt kinda real. Maybe I was just…associating it with you or something.”


“Or you just want to get fucked by my dad,” Proletariat whispered, “That’s pretty naughty, little guy. I thought you were here for me!”


“I am!” Bayne squeaked, “I can’t control my d-dreams okay?” He threw the washcloth at Proletariat’s face, and he caught it in his open maw. “I don’t want to fantasize about some old dragon. Even if…n-no, never mind.”


Proletariat rose up from the tub, spitting the washcloth over the edge and onto the stone floor. “Ah fine, I’m just kiddin’ anyway Bayne.” He shook himself off as he exited, grabbing his towel from the rack beside them. “You can stay in longer if you want, but I’m hungry and I swear I smelled pork when you came in here.”


“I’ll be just a minute I think.” Bayne ducked his head part way below the water as Proletariat looked on, and he began blowing bubbles through his nostrils. His tail flitted back and forth as he caught Proletariat looking back at him. He stood in the tub, keeping eye contact with Proletariat. “Got a problem?”


“Yeah, I think there’s gonna be a big problem when I take you home. I’ll miss having such an adorable boy around until– well, I don’t know.” He replaced the towel on the rack, spinning back around to face him completely. “Probably another weekend, maybe sooner if we can.”


Bayne nodded excitedly and sat back into the water on his haunches before saying, “I hope so, this was…good.” He reached out to unplug the tub, then lay his forearms up on the edge. “Thank you.”


Proletariat smiled back at him and moved to make his way out. “Don’t take too long or it’ll be cold!” He stepped into the hall, pulling the door almost shut again.


Bayne climbed over the edge as he watched him walk away, and once he was gone he snatched Proletariat’s towel from the rack and began to dry himself off with it. Whatever it took, he’d be here again and again, so long as Proletariat kept liking him back. And well, if Bourgeoisie didn’t get even more protective. Bayne hugged the towel, clenching his eyes shut. It was time to go meet his parents.