[b][u][center]Parasitic Neutering For Winterhound By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Nirimer had been happy to be invited to the fraternity of the Zs on the other side of the campus. The zebras there were among the most well-hung guys on campus, and he had been told that he’d get a chance to get with at least one of them if he went there after midnight. Considering how much of a slut the dragon was, it had been too enticing an offer to turn down. Instead… Well, he hadn’t expected this. “What are you doing?!” The dragon squirmed, trying to get free of the too-strong grips of the frat boys. They laughed as they dragged him down the empty hallway, the door out of the frat house already shut and locked. One of them kicked him in the leg, just hard enough to hurt but not enough to damage anything. “Shut up, faggot. If you think you’re getting out of here before we’re done with you, you’re wrong.” The dragon bit his lip, trying not to whimper as they pulled him into one of the dining rooms. One of the zebras cleared the table with a swipe of his arm before the other two lifted him onto it, throwing him down and then pinning his arms. “Keep him there. I wanna see just what we’re gonna be taking from this little shit.” The third zebra already had his hands on the dragon’s pants, unzipping them and pulling them down at high speed. Nirimer had come without underwear, planning on just having some fun, so - “Heh, look at what this little punk’s got here?” His tormentors laughed, one of them flicking his cock. It had been at full erection at the door, but it had died down to little more than half. He blushed as it bounced about, flopping down against his stomach. “Look at that. And I thought dragons were supposed to be big.” “Well, at least he’s got bigger balls.” “Yeah, probably because he ain’t getting any.” The zebras laughed again, and all the while, Nirimer just whimpered, turning his head to the side. [i]Mmmph...I was just coming to...to play…[/i] And now, well, who knew what they were going to do? They had to know that he was a willing fucker, wanting to get used and fucked again and again and again, so whatever they had planned probably wasn’t going to be very pleasant. He shivered as he thought of them hurting him, and he remembered what they said. What they’d be taking from him. What were they going to be taking from him? One of them grabbed his balls again, giving them a hard tug. Nirimer gasped, biting his lips, his legs spreading further to keep from making things worse. “Hehehe, yeah, you spread ‘em, slut. You’re going to be missing these, come morning.” “What...what are you going to do?” “We’re gonna neuter ya. When the campus has Z-studs, do they really need dragons? Heh. Not likely.” The zebra who’d stripped him reached down to his pants, pulling the zipper down and letting his cock out. Like all equines, he was...big, but Nirimer had been decent-sized when he’d been hard. The zebra, on the other hand… The equine slid between his legs, flopping his half-hard dick over the dragon’s. The size difference was massive, with the zebra’s shaft nearly a foot long already, and with the tip dripping with pre-cum. The balls were just as huge, nearly the size of fists as they rested on top of his smaller sack. Nirimer couldn’t bring himself to look down for more than a few seconds, even though his cock twitched a bit at the difference between them. “Hehe, what’s the matter, dragon? You like it when your partner’s bigger?” “Mmmph…” “Heh, don’t let him fool ya. I saw his phone. He’s got all sorts of blogs up begging people to humiliate him.” [i]Oh god, they saw that?[/i] It had been his latest fixation. The idea of someone else looming over him, showing him how much more superior they were. Few things did that like the sight of a bigger, heavier, superior cock to him. The fact that the other male was that much more hung than he was always loomed high in his consciousness. He groaned, particularly when the zebra pulled back. He half-expected the stud to shove that fat dick right up his ass, but no. Instead, he held out his hands to one of the other equines. “Give it.” “Back pocket.” “Ugh.” The zebra pulled some kind of glass vial free from the other frat member, holding it to the light. Nirimer had a moment to see it too, and he gasped. It was a wriggling, worm-like thing, but rather than the flat-head of a worm that he was used to, this one had teeth. It was biting against the edge of the vial, almost looking like it was trying to chew its way free. “This is the method of your neutering, boy.” “What...but…” “It’s going right down your urethra. Don’t worry. It’s not going to start biting until it tastes cum, but when it does...heh. You’re not going to have anything left down there.” Eating it from the inside-out. Oh gods. Throwing one last struggle into his desperate attempt to get free, Nirimer got slammed back on the table, hard. His head rattled back and forth a few times, his eyes going unfocused as he rolled his head forward again. His vision doubled as he watched the zebra pull the cork off the vial, and then, with no more ceremony than that, the damn thing was upended right on his crotch. “AH!” He screamed as the head of the worm found his cock, wriggling against it. The zebras even forced him to sit up to stare at the whole thing happening, see as his cockhead was forced to stretch. The worm wriggled around until its head was right against his urethra, then pushed. “NNNGNH! NO! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!” “Heh, not a chance, faggot.” They pinned him down as the worm wriggled into that hole. He felt every bit of stretching that happened, the burning friction torturing him as the worm went further, further, and further still. His cock bulged in the center, the shape of the worm all too visible as it went further and further into his body. “Go, go, go, go!” the zebras chanted around him, almost like they were cheering someone to chug down a keg of beer. And it went. Nirimer whimpered and screamed as he felt it slide out of side, pushing past the base of his cock. Even then, he could feel it wriggling through the tubes inside of his body, gradually making its way further down. It slid into his middle, then down and around, and then - “NNNGH!” Nirimer bucked up as the parasitic worm hit his prostate, wriggling through it on its way down. The pressure there forced his cock right back up, making it stand tall and proud despite himself. He whimpered, shaking his head, willing it to go down, but now the other guys were laughing at him again. “God, that’s all you got, you fuck? Look at that tiny little thing. Fucking hell, you thought anyone would ever fuck you with that?” “Man, now we know why you’re a bottom. Heh, maybe that’s why there’s no dragon studs around. All of ‘em are just pin-dicked compared to us.” “Everyone’s pin-dicked compared to us.” The zebras let him go, probably because there was no chance for him to do anything about the parasite anymore. Nirimer jumped from the table, running down the hallway. He managed to get about halfway to the door before - “AGH!” The worm must have hit his balls, because he felt a sudden, tearing pain down there. The dragon fell to his knees, gasping, panting for breath. It was like...like something had just… “NNNNGAH!” Another sharp pain. He cupped his balls, rolling onto his side as he panted, groaning, almost screaming. He couldn’t...he couldn’t believe it. This couldn’t be happening. Before he could get back to his feet, the zebras caught up with him, grabbing him and forcing his legs apart. They turned him around, making him look at a mirror as the pain came back. This time, he saw it. He saw the wriggling in one of his testicles, the movement of the worm inside of his balls. He saw it bite - and screamed - and he saw that that testicle was just a little bit smaller afterwards. The worm was eating him down there, consuming his testicles, taking away his manhood. And bit by bit, his cock was shrinking, even as the zebras laughed, smacking it from side to side. “Heh, don’t worry, faggot. Not like you were using them.” “And besides, now you’ll always look inferior to the guys that take you to bed.” “Like all dragons should.” “Fucking slut.” “Heh, maybe we’ll let you suck our dicks when the worm’s done. You want that, slut? Huh? You want that?” Nirimer whimpered, but a part of him was already nodding. He...he was an inferior little slut...and he should...suck superior dicks… At least then...the night wouldn’t be a total loss…. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]