Jamie paced the bathroom incessantly, muttering to himself in a vain attempt to get motivated. “They’re waiting”, he kept saying. “They’re in there waiting. You invited them over. Don’t buck on them now. They’re waiting.” He flapped his wrists and took deep breaths. “Whoooo… Whoooo… You can do this, you can do this.”

He was a short kobold dressed in loose gym shorts and a t-shirt. His scales were a dense brown across his body, lightening around his underbelly. He had a soft face and a blunt snout which curled forward into a nubby beak. His eyes were big and a brilliant amber. The horns sprouting out of his head twisted into a spiral. His tail was short and fat, run through with a line of dense spines. 

Contorting his kindly features were his frayed nerves. His gut gurgled and churned. He tried breathing, but it did little to alleviate his stress. He wasn’t precisely sure what made him so anxious. Stage fright? First time jitters? Worrying about screwing up somehow? It was any and all of those. He tried to remind himself that his friends were in there. The ones he didn’t know were those his friends trusted, thus so could he. Still, that anvil of doubt sat in his belly with terrible weight.

He went to the sink and turned on the faucet. He filled his open palms, took a deep sip, then splashed his face. He dried off with a towel and looked at himself in the mirror. Calm down. You can do this. You’ve wanted this for so long, now it’s time to do it. Come on, be a man. He took one final sigh and stood upright. Stalling in the bathroom wasn’t going to make things go away. The only way to do that was to get out there and do it, rip the band aid off.

He tossed the towel aside and went to the door. He twisted the knob and opened it. There was his living room, and in it, six physically imposing dragons. They were scattered about the room, waiting patiently. Two were on the couch chatting, three sat at Jamie’s dinner table, while the last leaned against the wall, tapping away at his phone. Their heads whipped around in unison to face him. He froze, pinned in place by those dozen eyes like harpoons. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to having so many people in his house, the place where he lived alone. 

Fleet, the dragon across from him leaning against the wall, smiled. He was Jamie’s friend, and the one mostly responsible for this little get-together. He was broadly built, sporting fantastically golden scales that glowed against the wall he leaned on. He wore a jacket over a t-shirt with jeans. He slid his phone into his pocket.

“Hey! You ready?” he asked.

Jamie was excruciatingly aware of everyone watching him, waiting for an answer. “Yeah!” he managed to say. “Just had to freshen up, I guess.” He hated how nervous he sounded. “Are you guys ready?”

“Hell yeah, we are!” squawked Marco, who sat on the couch. Raze, his friend sitting next to him, elbowed him playfully to shut him up. Marco was huge, carrying with him an enormous belly that slung forward over his thighs close to his knees. Jamie was worried he would break the couch. His scales were a deep orange, turning into a pitch black around his cheeks and down his neck. Raze was his physical opposite, tall and slim like a string bean, and colored like one two. His hair was spiked backwards and sprung with thin spines that continued down his back.

“Ah, good,” Jamie said. “So am I.” You already said that. 
He looked over at the table, where his remaining three guests sat. On the left was Roy, the only other familiar face alongside Fleet’s. He leaned his head on his fist which was propped up by his elbow. He was built like a tank, having explosively large muscles that seemed ready to shred through his skin. His color was almost maliciously schemed in a blood red and charcoal blac, further accentuating his impressive body. He smiled at Jamie deviously.

Much less imposing was Gorra, seated to Roy’s left. She was the lone woman of the group, far less intimidating than her male counterparts. By no means was she lacking physically. She was the tallest out of all of them, a full head taller than Fleet. Furthering her impressive height was a slender neck and long horns that curled inwards like dual-sickles. Her face and snout were sleek. Her scales were a friendly light blue and green. Most of her face was blue, with a lone green stripe running down her snout. Breaking the mold of her slender design was her massive bosom, stretching the fabric of her white shirt and dotting them with her nipples. She smiled patiently, her arms laid over another on the table.

On the far end of the table, looking far less interested than the others, was Michel. He showed off snow white scales that shined like rhodium. His equally white hair was long and tied into a ponytail. His snout was ribbed, with two tendrils dangling from the flanks of his nose. His horns were two straight spikes that towered from his head proudly. He sat there quietly looking bored. Jamie hadn’t heard him say a word since he’d arrived.

Jamie closed the bathroom door and joined them. He took note of how clean everything was, the couch, the carpet, the walls, the kitchen. He had spent all morning fussing over it to make it immaculate. Soon he would be undoing it in an ungodly flurry of debauchery. Those six guests he had invited into his home were there to do one thing: fuck him to death. It was at the forefront of his sexual desires to be ruined by a horny procession of studly, well-endowed dragons, using and abusing his tail-hole to its limit. He had divulged that long-bridled fantasy to Fleet on a drunken rant one night. He was totally unprepared for Fleet’s approval and promise to make it happen. In a muddled state of inebriation, Jamie gladly accepted. It wasn’t until the day Fleet told him Roy and a few of his other friends were down too that the gravity of what he’d gotten himself into fell on him.

“So, ah… Have you decided who’s going first?” Jamie asked, rubbing his arm. 

The dragons shared a look. “Actually, we thought you were gonna decide.” Fleet said. “Your house, your rules.”

“Oh, yeah… Right.” He was afraid of this. He was worried picking any one over the others would be an insult. He scanned his selection. He knew who he didn’t want to go first: Marco. He looked like he would crush Jamie into bits. He didn’t know how big his penis was, but if it reflected anything like the rest of his body, it wouldn’t be the most pleasant on the first go.

He cut it down to two options: Roy or Fleet, the only two he knew personally. By the way Roy was looking at him, thumb already tucked into the waistband of his pants, he wasn’t planning on taking things slow. That left one option.

“Fleet, I guess. You should go first.”

Fleet smiled, flattered. “You got it.” He came off the wall. Marco and Raze got off the couch and sat at the table with the others. Fleet approached within arms’ reach. Jamie was suddenly made aware of how tall he was. He could make out the topography of his trunk underneath his t-shirt.

	Fleet took off his jacket and then his shirt. Jamie felt a flutter of joy through his tummy from what he saw. Fleet’s torso was wonderfully designed, featuring nicely squared pecs and studded abs. A lovely V, entrenched between his hips, peeked out halfway from underneath his waistband.

Jamie smiled stupidly and felt up his torso, glancing his fingers over every individual bump and ridge of muscle. The horizontal belly-scales were hard like porcelain, as was the muscle underneath, firm and ungiving. 

“Like what you see?” Fleet asked.

Jamie nodded. “Mmhmm…”

“I’m glad. Want to take yours off?”

“Huh?”

“Your clothes, maybe take them off for us?”

“Oh… Oh! Yeah, right.” He heard a few at the table chuckle with him.

	Whoo, here we go. With his face blazing, he grabbed the hem of shirt and pulled it up and off of him. He took a deep breath and took off his pants. With just the slightest hesitation, he grabbed his tighty-whities and slid them down his legs. A bubbling shiver rolled across his flesh. His nipples stiffened as the tip of his sheath was exposed to the cool living room air. He tightened his legs together and huddled his shoulders. 

There he was, in his full nature before a very scrutinous committee. His torso was slim, ballooning into his hips which continued to curve out into his chubby behind. His thighs were like smooth, round trunks which lessened into surprisingly toned calves. Hanging quietly from his groin was his fruit, a small, pudgy ball sprouting a brown sheath. Poking out of it already was a teeny pink head, curious to the commotion around it.

Jamie could feel those eyes scramble around his body, especially around his delectable buttocks and precious manhood. Least subtle was how Fleet looked him up and down from head to toe, appreciating every last detail. Jamie smiled and fidgeted his toes bashfully.

Fleet undid his fly and unbuttoned. Jamie’s breath quickened. His jeans fell down his legs with a whisper. He stepped out of them, clad only in his compression shorts. Jamie laid eyes on his bulge, leaving little to the imagination. Already he could make out the contours of his balls, nestled comfortably in his hefty scrotum. He peeled his shorts down, allowing his impressive manhood to settle into their natural form. His manly purse was as golden as the rest of him, looking like it was casted out of lost treasure. Jutting from his sheath halfway was his cock, a startling pink against the shimmering gold behind it. He grabbed it and stroked it to fruition. It carried with it a very intimidating presence that made Jamie’s tailhole clench. His own penis shimmered submissively, almost hesitant to come out of its hole.

“Too much?” Fleet asked.

“N-no…” Jamie stammered. “I just… hehe, I didn’t know you were this big.”

“Just you wait,” Roy quipped from the table.

Jamie looked over and saw Roy sitting back in his chair. His pants were pulled down his thighs. His cock was out, and by God was it ferocious. It stood from his lap audaciously, a wild, firehouse red. He stroked the underside of it with his fingertips, enticing a drip of precum from its slit. He kept his eyes drilled into Jamie’s, letting him know that he was waiting for him.

Fleet grabbed Jamie’s chin and turned his face away. “Ignore him. Focus on me for now.” Jamie could see his reflection in his mesmerizing eyes.

“Y-yeah… OK.”

Fleet took his paw and guided him to the couch where they sat. On a table next to the couch stood a tall, pink bottle of lubricant. Fleet grabbed it and popped the lid. It belched rudely as he squirted a fat glob of the strawberry-scented sludge into his palm and began wiping it on his palms. He carefully began coating his cock.

“Whoo, I can feel that,” he said as sharp tingles shot through his loins. “So, how do you want it first?”

Jamie was ogling Fleet’s penis as he coated it in a glistening pink sheen. “Ah… from behind. Yeah, let me, um… bend over the couch.” He cleared his throat. His cock was beginning to slither forth out of its own excitement, looking like a rosy pink thorn.

“Alright then, why don’t you get in position?”

Jamie spun around and kneeled on the couch cushions, leaning himself over the backrest. He could see everyone else now, sitting at the table, watching. They all grinned eagerly, ready for the show, one they all would have a starring role in. Roy was still teasing himself. The other three mens’ legs were spread, adjusting for what surely was their raging erections. Raze pulled at the crotch of his pants and chewed his lips. Gorra, meanwhile, sat naturally, looking like a student eager to learn from her teacher.

Jamie began to reconsider this choice of position, but said nothing once he heard Fleet get up and stand behind him. Fleet laid his paws on his hips, making him jerk and tremble. He rubbed up and down his curves and buttocks until the shaking began to ease. He grabbed his fat haunches and spread them apart. Jamie gulped, feeling terribly exposed. Fleet’s eyes were like lasers up and down his fleshy valley, centering around his pink star and hanging fruit. Jamie was very aware of that impressive pillar of flesh looming behind his buzzing hole.

Fleet fell to his knees and smooched one buttock. Jamie squirmed, then gasped sharply as Fleet introduced his forked tongue. He tieased its dual tip around that taut ring of flesh, then plunged it into him.

“Huhhhh~!” huffed Jamie. The sensation was like a devastating tickle that stabbed its way up his insides, all the way into his tummy. His cock tingled and throbbed, reacting to every devilish flick of Fleet’s tongue. It went deeper and deeper, writhing around his tight walls. Fleet’s lips came to his hole where he gnawed gently. Jamie buried his face into the sofa’s back cushions, whining pitifully. His paws clenched and unclenched, trying to bear that devilish sensation.

Fleet retreated with a faint gasp. Strung between his slender tongue and Jamie’s hole was a bridge of saliva that drooped and then split. Fleet stood up and held his eager cock. He grabbed Jamie’s haunch and spread it. 

“You ready?” he asked.

“Oh God…” Jamie panted. He gripped the backrest for dear life. His tail was cocked up as far as it would go. “Fuck me, Fleet… Now…”

A few people at the table snickered. Fleet grinned. “You got it.” He prodded Jamie’s tailhole. Jamie tensed, but managed to relax. With his member firmly planted, he grabbed Jamie’s hips and began to push. Jamie’s pucker distended around him and swallowed the girth of his head.

“Hahhh! Ohhh…” Jamie’s face contorted. Fleet went in slow, savoring every inch of Jamie’s velvet embrace. He reached the hilt, and held himself there for a few moments. Jamie squirmed and moaned, whipping his tail across Fleet’s belly. That oppressive presence of Fleet’s cock and the burning tingle brought on by the lube was a divine combination.

Fleet held his midriff and pulled his hips back to deliver his first thrust, deep and firm. Jamie voiced his approval. He could feel every minute detail across Fleet’s draconian cock, down to every vein and sharp contour. That stopped as soon as Fleet began fucking him in full, blending Jamie’s perception of him into a fantastic blur of pleasure that bloomed across his buttocks and loins. 

Fleet threw his whole weight into each plunge, slamming his tremendous balls against the back of Jamie’s. Meaty slaps resounded through the living room, background to Jamie’s verbose moaning.

“Ohhh~! Uhhh.... Ohhh fuck… Fleet! Ohhh!”

Spits of precum squirted from his cock with every scrape across his prostate, filling him with a joy that settled heavily in his scrotum and hummed down his buttocks and thighs. 

Fleet experienced his own pleasure which drove his masculine piston with increasing force. Finally came that report of an impending climax, a swelling pleasure that grew with alarming force. “Uhhh… I’m close, Jamie… Ahh~”

“Ohhhh fuck, Fleet… So am I… I’m gonna cum… Huuhhhh~ Cum inside me… Ohh~!”

Fleet gritted his teeth and began to grunt. His thrusts grew harder and deeper, bringing that climax home with a trio of hard slams. “Huuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” He planted his hips on Jamie’s ass as his cock unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside of him. Hot ropes of seed came in powerful spurts, each delivered with a mighty throb and swell. White nectar squirted from between his thick pillar and Jamie’s tight ring.

Jamie wailed his delight as his own orgasm was triggered with equal savagery. His bitty cock spat long tendrils of delight, ruining the innocent couch cushions in front of it. His spurts continued in tandem with Fleet’s until it petered into a gloopy drip. He slumped over the backrest and closed his eyes, panting and blushing hard.

“Whooo,” went Fleet. He slid out with a nasty schllp. Jamie’s hole was left a gnarly O, oozing a fat wad of Fleet’s cum. “Damn… That was great, what do you say?”

“Mmmmmmmmm~...” groaned Jamie, wiggling his butt merrily.

Fleet chuckled and patted his rump. “I agree.”

“My turn,” declared a voice.

Jamie’s eyes shot open. He looked up and saw Roy stand up. His giant cock flopped forward and pointed at him, as if to say Here I come, boy. Roy took off his clothes, unveiling his monstrous physique emblazoned with red. He trotted over, grinning maniacally.

Fleet picked up his clothes and went to the table. As he walked past, buttocks grinding and limp cock swinging, he shot Jamie a wink. Have fun! Jamie heard the heavy whump-whump of Roy’s footfalls approaching. He whipped his head around to see Roy’s enormous frame get closer. He sat back down on the couch and dug his knees into his chest, as if to protect himself from Roy’s huge cock. Roy casually bent over him, grabbed him by the midriff, and picked him up like a tea-cup. 

Jamie felt like he was on an amusement ride as Roy hoisted him into the air and plopped down onto the couch. He positioned Jamie over his lap where his enormous red sceptre towered. It rested against Jamie’s belly, burning with raw potential and dripping with viscous pre. 

Jamie felt his insides tighten. “Uhh… Wow...”

“Big enough?” Roy asked coyly. He enjoyed the look of anticipation on Jamie’s face. He reached around and kneaded his buttocks.

Jamie wiggled his butt against his firm grasp. “Mmm… Might be too much…”

“We’ll see about that.” He grabbed his midriff again and lifted him into the air, poising his rump above his cock.

“W-wait!” Jamie said, staring down at that monster so ready to impale him. “Shouldn’t you lube up first?”

Roy shrugged. “I think Fleet took care of that for me.” He lowered Jamie onto his cock, instantly yawning his used hole around the tip. He pulled him down that awesome shaft, further stretching Jamie’s insides to a degree never before accomplished.

Jamie let loose an ecstatic gasp. Roy’s manhood was something else, immediately reestablishing stiffness into his own. He quivered around him, run through with a stabbing pain intermingled with exigent pleasure. He rested his paws on Roy’s boulder-like pecs. His head threw back to let loose a doleful moan.

Roy sat back, his arms laid across the backrest. He was happy to just watch, for now. Jamie went solo in the beginning, lifting his juicy behind up that bountiful column, so heavy and full, then plunging it back down with nubile grace. He rolled his hips with every rise and humped with descent. The nasty slosh of Fleet’s seed around Roy’s throbbing cock fizzled in his backside as pure pleasure. More nectar seeped from his cock, sliding down to his balls and staining Roy’s abs.

“Uhhhhh… Oh fuck! Ahh~! Ohhh~! Oh, that’s so fucking goooooood… Ohh~”

“That’s right, tell us how good it feels,” Roy said, shooting a look to the audience behind him and giving a wink. Marco and Raze gave the thumbs up, Fleet snickered, Gorra and Michel rolled their eyes.

Jamie did let him know how good it felt, singing it loud and proud. He chanted Roy’s name, making it clear to everyone listening who it was making him feel that way. “Roy, Roy, oh God, Roy.”

Roy allowed him to continue with his antics until finally he’d had enough. He grabbed Jamie’s buttocks and stood off of the couch. Jamie instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around his torso. 

Roy pressed his lips against Jamie’s ear. “You ready?”

“Uhh… I… Ohhh~ Uhhhhhhhhh…”

“Good.”

Roy pulled his hips back, lifted Jamie up, then slammed his hips forward in unison with a strong downwards yank. Jamie shouted as Roy began a devastating barrage of powerful thrusts. Every muscle throughout his viking body worked together to ram his cock forward. His buttocks clenched, his hips bucked, and his abs crunched. His nostrils flared with each pant of effort that beat through his nose. He gnawed his needle-point teeth against the soft of Jamie’s neck.

Jamie was numb to everything that wasn’t Roy’s cock. He was caught in a whirlwind of pleasure that blew through him with an increasing tempest. He raked his claws across Roy’s plate-studded back, hollering loudly. The scrape of his claws only drove Roy to go faster and deeper, creating a mutually supportive crescendo of scratching and fucking.

Roy was getting close. His thrusts sped up into a jackhammer. Jamie screamed and screamed, announcing the approach of his own orgasm. It phased in from the already intense pleasure, turning the flow of his precum back into a full-blown spew. Roy’s climax soon followed, causing him to growl and drag Jamie down onto the furthest depth of his pillar, now shooting hot bursts of seed into him. 

Roy kept him pinned there. Cum seeped out from Jamie and oozed down Roy’s twitching balls. Roy chuckled, then kissed and licked up Jamie’s neck. He spoke airily. “Hehhh… That was incredible… That sweet boy pussy of yours is real tight~”

Jamie blushed hard, burying his face into Roy’s shoulder and trembling like a leaf. He felt so embarrassed over how loud he had screamed. But holy shit, how could he not? That was fucking otherworldly. He forgot that he was being held up; he felt he was flying. Roy gently lifted him off of his cock, uncorking his behind and letting loose a loathsome deluge of cum. It glopped onto the carpet, forming a nastly little puddle. Roy gingerly laid out a drunken Jamie onto the couch. He noticed a splat of cum on his own belly and chuckled.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it too, buddy.”

“Mmmm~” Jamie murred.

Roy rejoined his fellow thrill-seekers. “So, who’s next?”

Jamie couldn’t see them, as he remained laid on the couch, too tired to sit up and look. Already a deep ache settled across his muscles, most egregiously in his bum. Cum continued to gush from his tailhole and settle onto the couch. Shit, and I have four more to go??? Fuck, what have I gotten myself into? Whatever it was, he fucking loved it.

He heard some hushed debate over who would go next. Finally there was the scoot of a chair as someone got up. His next lover came up to the couch, around the side where Jamie’s feet lay. It was Michel, already in the process of peeling off his clothes. He looked down at Jamie with that unimpressed look, as if he had more important things he could’ve been doing.

“H-hi…” Jamie said. In spite of how quiet he was (or maybe because of), Jamie thought he was pretty handsome. He’d never seen scales so brilliantly white and shiny.

“Hello,” he said back. He had an accent, one Jamie couldn’t place exactly. Jamie hoped he wasn’t going to be some voiceless jackhammer. Michel’s pants came down, followed by his underwear. There was his penis, a morose black, sliding from his sheath. While not the leviathan Roy’s was, it created an eye-catching contrast against the winter backdrop of his abdomen like some sexual Rorschach. It protruded from him histrionically, much unlike the expressionless stud who wielded it.

He crawled onto the couch and grabbed Jamie’s ankles, lifting his legs and spreading them apart. He pushed Jamie’s legs forward so that his ankles hovered high in the air. He leaned forward, pinned Jamie’s shoulders, and assumed the missionary.

“Ah…” Jamie could hardly budge under his weight. The underside of his buttocks and thighs were held in place by Michel’s abdomen. His immense, obsidian cock lay atop his, blanketing it with overwhelming masculinity. 

Michel’s eyes flicked around in their sockets as they scrutinized every minute detail of Jamie’s face. They saw each other in the dim reflection of their eyes. Suddenly, Michel leaned his head down and kissed him. Surprised, Jamie’s eyes went wide. He quickly relaxed and returned the favor, dousing his tongue over his, so assertive and strong.

“Aww,” he heard Gorra say.

“Better kiss him now before I get to him,” Raze joked.

“Ignore them,” Michel huffed, kissing down Jamie’s cheek. He brought his lips to his ear, nibbling softly. “You are very pretty, very soft. You have lovely legs.”

Jamie didn’t know why he didn’t talk more. His voice was a succulent purr, smooth like stone and exotic with that accent. His compliments made Jamie shiver with delight. “Mmm… Thank you… You’re sweet.”

Michel reached down for his cock and pulled his hips back. He dug it into the cum smeared crevice of Jamie’s buttocks and stabbed it against his pilfered hole. It slid in with ease, reaching to the hilt in only a moment. Jamie moaned and squirmed. His toes, suspended in the air above Michel’s back, curled and flexed.

Michel began a slow yet heavy series of deep thrusts. Each one was marked by the loud squelch of fluids left behind by Jamie’s previous occupants. It allowed Michel to accelerate. His hips threw his entire length into him, head to hilt, slapping his huge balls on Jamie’s backside.

Jamie moaned accordingly. He grabbed Michel’s shoulders and bent his knees so that his heels rested on his lower back. The couch rocked and creaked beneath them, sliding across the hardwood floor ever so slightly with every slam of Michel’s cock.

Michel went faster, harder. He pursed his lips as his breath grew heavier. Jamie’s moans evolved into desperate wails. “Ohhh… fuck… That’s it, that’s it… Uhhhh… Oh my fucking God… Ah~!” His cock let loose what little reserve of precum it had onto his tummy. It had little choice, his prostate under that heavy barrage from Michel’s piston. 

Michel came to a sudden halt, gluing his balls onto Jamie’s behind with one Wagnerian thrust. “Huhhhhhh~~~!!!” He relinquished his seed, furthering the collection sloshing inside of Jamie. On cue, Jamie climaxed with a girlish squeal. Petite pearls of white spat from his cock, giving what little it had left. It felt great, that explosion of delight in his hole and across his loins, but it was accompanied with a severe ache along the length of his cock. He wasn’t sure if he had any more of those left in him. Whether he did or not, he had three more people waiting to try and bring it out.

A panting Michel pulled out. His cock was draped in a thickish coating of cum, more of which dripped from his tip onto the upholstery. It was rudely smeared across Jamie’s buttocks and the underside of his thighs. A fat wallop of white nectar gushed from his gaping hole.

“Ah… Ah…” Michel huffed. “Wonderful. Did you like?”

“Nnnnnhh…” groaned Jamie. He was splayed across the couch, looking like a worthless drunk.

Michel patted his leg and kissed his foot. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” He got off the couch and collected his clothes. Jamie heard a tremendous shift of weight along with the creak of a wooden chair. A pit formed in his belly. He knew who that was. 

Marco’s massive frame leaned over the back of the sofa and smiled down at Jamie. “Hey, buddy! How you feeling?”

“Mmm… Swell…”

“Awesome. Mind if I join you?”

“Sure…”

Marco came around the couch and started taking off his clothes. His colossal belly jiggled when he removed his shirt. He was fat, but his chest and arms were thick with muscle rivalling Roy’s. He took off his pants and underwear. Tucked snugly beneath his jolly belly was his penis. It was a soft orange, just a shade softer than most of his scales. His scrotum was a dark black. His cock, while not especially long, was terribly thick. It looked as though someone had draped the hollow mold of a penis around a soda can. Even after the trio of thrashings it had just been through, Jamie’s anus managed to clench at the sight of it.

Marco sensed his apprehension. “Too thick?”

Dear God, it might be. “No, I can take it,” Jamie insisted, against his better judgement.

“Are you sure?”

Not at all. “Yeah… I think I’m ready.

“Alrighty then.” Marco approached and grabbed Jamie’s wrist. He flipped him onto his belly and placed him on his paws and knees. Marco kneeled behind him, bowing the couch beneath his incredible weight. He lifted Jamie’s tail and prodded his girth onto his buttocks. Jamie felt like he was sitting on a pole. Marco pressed forward, parting Jamie’s haunches and bearing against his hole. It yawned around that awful trunk of flesh, going on and on until Jamie thought it would never stop. 

Jamie grinded his teeth and clawed at the cushions. Marco swam his paws up and down his back, easing him through the arduous stretching. Finally the head popped in, and Jamie’s ring strangled Marco’s girth. It hurt, Jamie couldn’t ignore or deny it. Exacerbating the matter was Marco’s push deeper, expanding every bit of flesh around to a painful degree. 

Marco stopped halfway. “Tell me to stop if you need me to.”

“No!” Jamie hissed. “I can… hahhh…. I can take it… Fuck…”

“If you say so…” Marco went mercifully slow, utilising only half of his length. It mattered little to Jamie, who felt like he was ready to tear in half. He buried his face into the couch and beat his fist onto the cushion, whimpering through it all.

“Hey,” said a voice. Jamie looked up and saw Raze, standing in front of the armrest, already nude. His dark green cock pointed at Jamie’s face. “Mind if I join? Maybe distract you from the pain?”

“Uhhh… Please…” begged Jamie.

“Alright.” Raze joined them on the couch and kneeled in front of Jamie. He grabbed his horn and lifted his face eye-level with his cock. Jamie’s maw, already hung open, wrapped itself around his member through pure reflex. He closed his eyes and suckled him. He bobbed his head forward and back, helixing his tongue around that dense pillar of meat.

Raze rested his paw on Jamie’s head. “Ahhh, that’s it. Better, huh?”

Jamie murred in response, engorging himself on Raze’s cock. It was a good distraction from the pain, which was now transitioning into pleasure. Marco gripped Jamie’s hips and fucked him deeper. Raze held the sides of his face and punched his cock into Jamie’s throat. The two dragons pinned Jamie between them, locking him in a dual penile assault. Jamie was in heaven. He pushed back on Marco, bouncing his butt on his hips. He hung his jaw open and needfully impaled his throat with Raze’s cock.

“Damn, liking it now, are we?” Raze asked, smiling arrogantly at the teary eyed kobold devouring his cock.

“Hell yeah, he is,” Marco answered for him, no longer holding back.

Jamie’s eyes rolled back into his head. He drowned in Raze’s pungent smell, searing into his nose and down into his lungs. Drool seeped down his jaw and flung to the couch as Marco bucked into him. He felt the two men throb, his body ready to become a receptacle for more cum. He wanted it so badly, there was never going to be enough. He wanted more, more, more.

He got it once Marco grunted through his teeth and delivered his fat load, rupturing out of his fat cock in thick ropes. Raze did not last much longer, fucking faster and harder until he too exploded in Jamie’s throat. The first two spurts were sent down Jamie’s gullet. Raze pulled out and jerked his cock, unleashing the rest across Jamie’s face. Jamie kept his maw open, hungrily catching as much cum as he could. He panted heavily, flinching when his face was struck and swirling his tongue around his mouth, tasting that delicious seed.

That epic collision of two orgasms from seperate fronts successfully ignited another in Jamie. His cock bloomed with ecstacy, but failed in creating anything more than a few drops of cum. It didn’t matter. There was more than enough filling his insides and squirting across his face.

Marco pulled out, leaving behind an atrociously large cavern of flesh. Cum came out of Jamie’s behind not in an ooze but in a solid river that seeped down his taint and balls. Raze let go of his penis and Jamie’s head. The three men slumped back, lost in the afterburn of their climaxes. Jamie was a wreck, reeking of sex and looking like hell. It totally belied how he felt. He was on Cloud 9. The tip of his penis and his tailhole ached badly, but it was offset by the sensation of joy welling in his flesh like bubbly water.

Marco and Raze shared a high five. The couch graciously resettled once Marco and Raze got off of it, leaving the cum soaked Jamie behind. In the dim workings of his sex-addled mind, Jamie knew it wasn’t over. There was one person left.

Gorra walked around to the front of the couch. She was still dressed, smiling down at the ruined slut with her paws clasped in front of her. “Look at you,” she said. “They really did a number on you, didn’t they?”

Jamie licked his lips. The taste of Raze’s semen hung on his tongue. “Yeah…” he said weakly.

“Aww, poor thing. C’mere.” She sat on the edge of the couch next to him and thumbed the white goop off of his face. She stuck her thumb into his mouth, which he suckled clean. “There we go, now you’re more presentable. I’m afraid you’ll have to deal with the nastiness on your other end on your own.”

“Eh, thanks,” he said, ogling her jovian breasts which hung above him. The way she spoke and smiled made him feel safe, like the feral activities of before were over and done with.	Her face had a beautiful antilopine slope to it that exuded grace and care.

She pulled her thumb out of his mouth and stood off of the couch. She peeled her shirt off and unclasped her bra which drifted to the floor. Her breasts settled into their natural form, obstreperously rotund. Her nipples were large and teal, stiffening against the breeze. Jamie’s stare was as subtle as a train wreck.

“So, um… How do you want it?” he asked.

She tilted her head. “Hmm?”

“How do you want it? I’m kinda burnt out, so you might want to ride me. Sorry, I’m not good at topping, especially girls. I-”

 He was cut off by laughter from the table. Gorra put her finger over her lips to hush them, although she fought back laughter too. “Oh, honey. I should be asking you how you want it.” She reached behind her and undid her skirt. It plummeted, as did Jamie’s jaw. Bursting forward over a massive bulge was Gorra’s underwear, which were mens’. She peeled them down, unveiling a mountain of flesh putting even Roy’s to shame. Her cock hung from her, slowly slithering out of her sheath. It gradually stiffened into a giant staff of reproductive power unlike anything Jamie had ever seen. Her balls were like two ornaments inside of her swollen purse. “Weren’t expecting this, were you?” she asked.

Jamie gulped and shook his head.

“I didn’t think so. That’s OK. Can you get up?”

He nodded and struggled to sit up. She held her paw out for him and stood him up. He was a bit wobbly on his feet; his legs felt like rubber and his ass stung. She placed her paws on his shoulders and very carefully pushed him down to his knees. He came face to face with that testament to masculinity, jutting from the most beautiful of women. He looked up at her and saw her smiling patiently.

“Go on, honey. You know what to do.”

Indeed he did. He took a deep breath and kissed her tip. He parted his maw around her and slid forward until she breached his throat. “Ulk.” He lathered his tongue around her pulsing firmness. He swallowed the thick drops of pre that seeped from her.

She hummed her content and petted his head. “That’s it. Mmmm… That feels nice.” He looked up at her through the gap between her giant breasts. He could tell by the way she breathed through her mouth that she was enjoying it. That made him happy.

Eventually she grabbed his horns and thrusted forward, penetrating his throat to it’s full depth. He scrunched his eyes shut and bore the brunt of her cock, relaxing his throat the best he could. She pulled on his head in sync with her thrusts, her ample buttocks clenching powerfully. 

“Ohh, that’s it… Suck that cock for me,” she said in a kind, matronly tone.

“Mmmmmff~”

“I know it. Good boy~”

Gorra went on, in and out of Jamie’s willing throat. Tears rolled down his cheeks from his bloodshot eyes. He loved it so much. He caressed her balls. It was so satisfying feeling them roll about in his palms like two pool cues. Goora seemed to like it, as a shiver rolled up her flesh and twitched her tail.

“Ohh… Gorra’s gonna cum real soon… OK? Ahhh~ Are you ready?” If there hadn’t been a huge dick in his mouth, Jamie would’ve begged for it. He signalled his readiness by grabbing her thighs and shoving his throat forward as far as it would go. “OK then… Huhh, here I… Huhhh~!” 

Gorra rewarded him with her orgasm, yet another explosion of hot love that blew its way down his throat and traveled down into his belly. She pulsed and throbbed against his tongue. He licked across the underside of her cock, enticing every last drop. Her climax ended, and she retreated from his mouth, leaving him gasping for air. He swallowed what remained in his mouth and licked her slit clean. She rubbed his cheek soothingly.

“Ohhh, that was so sweet.” She stroked her cock to bring out more cum. He hungrily lapped it up. She helped him to his feet and sat him on the couch. He leaned back and sat his wrist on his forehead.

He thought he was dead. There was no way he hadn’t died and gone to heaven, not after experiencing that. He felt like a feather on the wind, unburdened by his anxieties. 

Everyone at the table stood up and came to the couch. They were all still naked. Fleet sat down next to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. “So, did you have fun?”

Jamie murred and cuddled up to him. “Oh my God… I feel like a total slut. It was fucking amazing.”

Fleet and everyone else laughed. “I’m glad. I told you you would enjoy it.”

“You’re right, I did.” Jamie hugged him tightly and rested his head on his chest. He closed his eyes, ready to go to sleep.

Fleet smooched his forehead. “Good. Now, are you ready for round two?”

Jamie’s eyes shot open. He sat upright, looking at Fleet round-eyed. “Round two?”

Fleet chuckled. “Yeah, round two. What, do you think we’re nothing but a bunch of one-and-dones?”

Jamie looked around at the semi-circle of dragons huddled around the couch. They were all erect again, pointing at him menacingly. He was rung in by a wall of cock.

“Oh,” he said flatly. “I guess not.”

What followed was a sexual siege. Jamie took them all, in every way. He rode them, bent over for them, jerked them, blew them, all in a burst of energy he didn’t know he had. He took one at a time, two at a time, three at a time, the whole group. They did not hold back, unbound by any of his previous reservations. He brought out every orgasm from them he could, dousing himself in their cum. He had the time of his life.

Once the last drop of cum was spent, Fleet carried him upstairs to the bathroom. An absolutely defiled Jamie rested in his arms, smiling like a child experiencing a sweet dream.

“Mmmm, Fleet…” he mumbled.

“Yeah?”

“That was incredible…”

“I know. I thought so too.”

“Thanks for putting this together for me.”

“My pleasure. How did everyone do?”

Jamie traced a finger along the deep trench between Fleet’s pecs. “Well, you were amazing, for one. You were so sweet. I’m glad I started with you. Roy… Oh God. He’s a beast. That boy needs to control himself. Michel was really sweet too. Y’know, he complimented me after he kissed me.”

“Oh? What’d he say?”

“He said I was pretty, that I was soft. He liked my legs.”

“Aww, that’s nice.”

“Yeah. Marco and Raze, I didn’t know if I was ready to take them both on like that, but I’m glad I did. God, I can still feel Marco. Gorra was sweet, although I wasn’t expecting… that from her. Although I’m definitely not complaining.”

“Yeah, I could tell.” 

They reached the bathroom. Fleet sat Jamie on the toilet and started the shower.

“Thanks again, Fleet.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you told me you wanted to do this.”

“Mmmm… Me too.” Jamie got up and kissed Fleet’s chin. Fleet smiled, waited for Jamie to walk into the shower, then hastily wiped off a spit of cum he had left behind. 

“You get clean in there and get some rest, OK?” Fleet said.

“You got it. See you later.”

Fleet left the bathroom. Jamie scrubbed his scales hard, eager to cleanse himself of the filth he’d soaked himself in. Getting it off of his nice, clean couch was going to be a pain in the ass too. Speaking of, he hissed at the occasional nip of pain in his backside. Won’t be sitting right anytime soon. Still, he’d never been so satisfied in all his life. He felt dirty and debased as much as he felt loved and treasured. He had made new friends, albeit in a very direct fashion. He wanted to know them better.

He lifted his face into the shower’s spray and smiled.

He couldn’t wait until next time.

THE END