[b][u][center]Zebra Superiority For Winterhound776 By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The sight of worms wriggling around in his balls was bad enough, but when the zebras pulled him down the hall towards the stairs to the top floor, the dragon knew that his bad night was only just beginning. The fact that the worms were wriggling in his sac, still chewing up his balls wherever they could find chunks to bite, was even worse. Every time that they found something new to munch on, he felt the crunch, followed by the grind and squeeze and compression that came with his balls being bitten apart. He groaned, he whimpered, he even screamed when they found particularly painful bits, but nothing he did made them stop. And nothing he did made the zebras slow down, or give him mercy, or anything of the sort. “Heh, look at this wimp. He’s crying about losing his balls.” “Like he knows what any real pain is.” “Yeah, betcha he never really valued those things anyway. Probably thought that he deserved them.” “Nah, you gotta earn your balls, man. Earn ‘em.” He didn’t know what any of this meant. He just knew that they were obviously angry at him for some reason, and he had to hope that he could do something to make them less angry. What that was, he didn’t know, but he knew better than to fight or argue. That would only make things much, much worse. They dragged him to one of the bedrooms on the top floor, throwing him across the room. Before Nirimer could pull himself up, they were on him again, this time with rope. The dragon whimpered as his legs were pulled up and back, dragged over his head like he was some dragoness bitch instead of a fellow male. “Hehehe, look at that. He’s already almost empty.” One zebra grabbed him by the nuts, rubbing it between his fingers. Even though it should have hurt, Nirimer couldn’t feel more than the tiniest bit of pressure. The only thing that let him feel even that much was the fact that the fingers forced the parasites around inside his sac, forcing him to feel them wriggling for cover. [i]God…they took…they took everything…[/i] He would have been tempted to cry if it wasn’t for the way the zebras were looking at him. The way that they stared at him told him that any weakness would be punished right away, and he didn’t know if he could take any further punishments. Not after what they’d already done. He closed his mouth, taking a few deep breaths and hoping for the best. “Heh, what’s the matter, dragon slut?” SMACK! Nirimer gasped, arching his back as one of the zebras slapped him between the legs. It didn’t hurt the way that it would have done if he still had his balls, but it was bad enough. He hissed, panting for breath. “I said, what’s the matter, nutless?” “Hurts…hurts when you…do that…” “That’s cause you ain’t got no balls,” the zebra said, laughing. “You think that you deserve anything else right now? Bitch? Huh? You think that you deserve anything but humiliation right now? Not really. Not when you’re in front of three big zebras.” Big zebras. He remembered that. That had been the whole reason that he’d come to the frat house to begin with, hoping to have some fun with big zebra cock, hoping that he could get a chance to play with the big guys. He whimpered, trying instinctively to spread his legs a bit further despite being tied up like a pretzel. The zebras laughed at him. “Oh fuck, the loser still wants it.” “Man, I thought dragons had a little more self-respect than that.” “Nah, man, they’re all ball-less losers. This one’s just a bit more literal.” They laughed at him, but he could see that they were getting a bit harder, at least. He could see the fat bulges getting longer, thicker, pressing down into their pants and starting to run down their legs. [i]Mmmph…[/i] He had been hoping for some fun. If he could at least get that…then tonight wouldn’t be a total loss. Wouldn’t even be entirely wrong if he decided to run somewhere and cry rape, either. And at least that way, he’d have some different samples for them to work with. That was how DNA testing worked, right? He hoped it was. The dragon tried to squirm a bit, trying to pull his tail down and out of the way. “Please…don’t…don’t hurt me. You wanted to fuck me, right? You wanted to use me? You can still do that.” “Of course we can, nutless.” One of the zebras smacked his empty sack again. This time, he felt even less than before. Had all the nerves down there died? It was getting even worse as he swore that his cock was shrinking down further and further, and not just from getting soft. There was something else going on, almost like the parasites were finding a way to eat away at his cock length. But that was impossible. He’d feel that. He’d definitely felt it when they were nibbling away inside of his balls… [i]What’s going on?[/i] he wondered as he stared down at his cock, watching as the shaft dwindled from six inches to four, barely sticking out past his empty sack as it dropped to three. [i]Why…[/i] He wasn’t getting an answer. Not from staring at himself, anyway, and he doubted that the zebras were going to be nice enough to give him one. Before he could try and ask, though, one of them unzipped, reaching inside. Nirimer whimpered, waiting to see the beast. When the zebra whipped it out, it was everything that the dragon had been waiting for and then some. It was a thick, black monster, the shaft pushing out by at least a foot in length, and it looked like it was as wide as a goddamn fist. It was a massive monster of a cock, and the thought of something like that inside of him… [i]That would wreck me,[/i] he thought. It wasn’t a bad thought. Nirimer shivered as the zebra loomed over him, slapping his cock against the dragon’s flaccid thing. He groaned at every impact, feeling it echo through the rest of his body, making him feel like his cock was being bounced around by some sort of teasing bully rather than another interested guy. “Heh, look at that. All that interest in getting fucked, and you can’t even get it up, nutless. How’s it feel, huh? How’s it feel to be so tiny in front of a big, black cock?” “Mmmph…It…” “Feels good, doesn’t it? Like your right place…” The dragon shook his head, even as the humiliation left his cock trying to twitch. He could feel the old nerve endings trying to fire, trying to send the right feeling of pleasure through to his brain, but all he could do was stare at that big, black horse cock. [i]God, that’s huge…that’s so…so big…[/i] He couldn’t even think about how someone could walk around with that between their legs. It felt utterly impossible, like one would be throwing themselves around just to avoid getting tangled up in their own dick. He would have wanted that for himself, at one point. Now… Now, he could only admire it. His cock flopped over to the side the next time that the zebra smacked it, and the equine smirked down at him. “Look at that limp little loser cock. Here I thought that you might get one more erection, but no. Nutless here is just gonna lay limp.” “Please…stop…stop teasing me…if you’re gonna fuck me, just…just fuck me.” “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. But not like this.” The zebras looked at each other, smirking. The one to his tormentor’s left moved up along the bed, already working at pulling his shirt off. The three zebras were very distinct from each other. The one that had been teasing his balls and flicking his cock around had a mohawk, one that was almost as tall as his ears were, and a fairly average sort of physique. The one at his right, the one that hadn’t done anything yet, was the skinniest of them, and probably the one that looked down at him the most. The one that had just pulled his shirt off, the one that looked like he was utterly dripping with sweat, had the thickest shoulders and thickest muscles, and he looked like he was ready to put the dragon through the wringer. “Heh, why don’t you taste what a real male’s like, you fucking eunuch?” The big zebra leaned over him, smothering the tied-down dragon in his black-furred pit. The thick hair there trapped a huge amount of sweat, forcing him to taste a musk such as he had never encountered before. He coughed, sputtering, trying to turn his head, but there was no escape. Not from someone that big and strong. The dragon was pulled in tight, smothered underneath the thick bicep and heavy chest. He grunted, trying to keep from breathing in too much, but the smell was so strong, and there was no way that he could hold his breath for that long. Forced to breathe, he almost tasted that thick, rank sweat musk, and he coughed, groaning. “You like that, dragon slut?” the zebra grunted. “You like that? You like the taste of zebra sweat? Hot, musky sweat? Go on, dragon, take a lick.” The big guy pinched his mouth until his tongue flopped out of his muzzle, dragging him up and down, forcing him to taste everything that was on offer. Nirimer groaned, whimpering as he was forced through something so depraved, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he tasted droplet after droplet of thick, rank sweat. One lick after another gradually cleaned that pit, but the flavor never went away. It felt like it had been seared to his tongue, forcefully blended to it. He groaned, shaking his head from side to side, trying to pull it back, but all he managed to do was lick more of the sweat-slick zebra flesh. And they all laughed at him, shaking their heads at his inferiority. [i]Mmmph…not…not fair…not fair…[/i] He wasn’t allowed out for nearly five minutes, and by the time that the big zebra pulled back, he could hardly smell anything but the thick, masculine smell of the other guy. It was bitter and thick, hot and salty, and he kept breathing it in no matter how he tried to snort it out of his nose. “Heh, you looked like you liked that, boy.” “Mmmph, don’t. No more,” he begged. “Oh, you’re gonna get more. And by the time we’re done, you’re gonna wish that we stuck with the pits.” Mohawk nodded to Skinny, chuckling as he stroked his cock. “Take it out, man.” Wordlessly, the skinny one turned to him, hand going down to the zipper of his pants. A slight hint of excitement rushed through the dragon, a slight whimper of wonder as he imagined the next dick that would be pulled free. Somehow, it was even bigger than the first, so big that even though it looked completely out of proportion to its owner, it still looked terrifying. Big, thick, black flesh pushed out from the stallion’s groin, the zebra wagging his cock from side to side as it loomed more than a foot and a half from his crotch. “Hehehe, you see, dragon? Look what real studs have. Admire that big black cock, nutless.” He had no real option to do anything else. He had already been stripped of all his dignity. Staring at a big black cock was certainly not something he could avoid doing at the moment, particularly as Skinny stepped closer and closer. He half-thought that he’d be forced to suck that cock, but no such luck. Instead, it slid right over his face, putting those nuts in his mouth, instead, grinding the dripping orbs over the sides of his face, nudging them against the top of his snout and running them over his nostrils. If the pit had been bad, the heavy balls were worse. There was less of the sweat stink, but a hell of a lot more of the thick musk that he had been getting from Thick over there. Nirimer groaned, his eyes rolling back as the hot scent burned through his mind, sucking away his thoughts and making it impossible to even think of resisting. “Suck ‘em, dragon. Suck ‘em dry, draggie.” Draggie. That was almost as humiliating as it got for dragon terms. Reducing them right down to a hatchling, almost. Well, it wasn’t inaccurate to how he felt compared to the big guys on all sides. He shivered as he opened his mouth, letting the big, heavy, leathery, black balls slip into his mouth. The way that they rested on his tongue was a powerful reminder of just how big they really were, and he barely managed to fit the first one all the way in his mouth. Trying to take the second one would have probably popped it, considering the actual room that was left in his mouth after the first. He dragged his tongue over the huge, tight orb, feeling all the churning goo on the inside. There was so much seed in there. “Heh, ain’t got much to offer compared to that, does he?” Mohawk said. “Not much at all. Nutless’ll probably be shooting blanks for the rest of his life.” “If he’s shooting anything at all,” Mohawk added, laughing. The trio of them were tormenting him with everything that they had, and he was barely keeping his head on straight as he kept huffing up the scent that was forced down his nose. He had never, ever sucked on someone’s balls that were this sweaty, this wet, this full. Not once in all the locker room orgies that he had seen, not once in all the gloryholes that he had found. This…this was something else. He sucked and pulled until his cheeks pursed in, his lips forced out almost like a blowjob doll. The stallion ground against his face, then pulled back, the big ball slipping past the dragon’s lips with an audible pop. “Hehehe, look at that. All slick and wet. Now it’s time for the other one, draggie. Show him that you know what you’re doing,” Mohawk demanded. There was nothing else that Nirimer could do. He groaned, opening his mouth as that other one slipped into his mouth, running along his tongue. Once more, the thick taste of cum and musk and sweat overwhelmed him, displacing all the other flavors that might have been there. His eyes rolled back, then squeezed shut, trying to ignore what was happening to him. That was just about impossible, particularly with Mohawk slapping him with his cock every few seconds. He could see that fat black cock in his mind’s eye, remembering how it had looked looming over his dick, how Skinny’s dick had felt as it passed over his face. They were massive, absolutely massive, bigger than any dragon – [i]Any draggie.[/i] Out there. It was like he was being shown just how weak he really was, and the sensation…well, it was humiliating as could be, but worse than that, it was… It was somehow… Turning him on. He didn’t want it to, and he was humiliated even further by the feeling of arousal that was starting to burn down there between his legs, but there was no denying that it existed. These assholes were starting to get him horny from the way that they were treating him. He was enjoying getting treated like garbage. Nirimer tried to hide it, tried to keep from showing it in his face, but it must have been visible somewhere else. Probably his asshole; he could feel it clenching. “Alright, guys. Nutless here probably deserves something for all that work, don’t you think?” “Ain’t seen a draggie that deserves anything, in my opinion,” Thick said. “Hmmph. Maybe deserves a fuck,” Skinny said, “but a dry fuck.” “That’s what I was thinking.” Mohawk chuckled, giving his cock one more stroke as Skinny pulled back. The feeling of that ball popping out of his mouth was surprising depressing, almost like he missed having it there, but Nirimer was much more occupied with what was going on between his legs. That big, fat, black cock – that superior cock, some part of his brain said – was already grinding up and down between his ass cheeks, the slippery head rubbing against his pucker and nudging against it with more pressure than he was entirely comfortable with. Even with all the toys that he had experimented with up to this point, he doubted that he could take a big black cock like that dry. He tried to pull back, to shimmy, but the ropes had him far too tight. All he could do was watch as Mohawk lined up for his hole, pushed down, and slowly – “NNNNNGH!” Slowly started pushing. Nirimer could feel his hole trying to resist that thick cock, trying to hold back as it was slowly pushed further and further towards an open state. He shook his head from side to side, biting his lips to keep from screaming any louder. [i]Don’t make them mad. Don’t make them mad. Don’t make them mad.[/i] He kept repeating that to himself, hoping that he would be able to remember it. The last thing he needed was to piss them off, to make them put even bigger and worse things in him than their cocks and those parasites. If they had more around. He didn’t know if they did, but if they did, then… He shivered. No need to lose more of his cock, too. That pressure on his hole only grew as the seconds ticked by, the big zebra pushing down with a great deal of force. Little by little, it seemed to make his hole bend, then push in a bit further, and then – POP! “AAAAAAAAAAAGH!” Nirimer screamed at the top of his lungs as his ass finally gave way, that big black cock driving in without the slightest bit of lube. There was no way that any hole could have been able to take that dry, let alone his. But the dragon – the draggie, a part of his brain corrected itself – was forced to take it anyway, the superior cock forcing its way deeper with each passing second. He could feel that fist-thick length working its way up his ass, working further and further towards his middle. The sense of something impossible happening continued to fill his head, and his body, and the constant pressure on his prostate gave him something of a distraction, at least. But it was the feeling of that cock, knowing that it was a big, black, superior equine cock that was filling him, that hit some strange button in his head. [i]I don’t deserve this cock, and they’re giving it to me anyway. They’re giving me their superior cock. They’re fucking me with their superior black cock…[/i] It was hitting him hard, and his cock twitched. It didn’t throb, didn’t bounce, didn’t grow hard, but it did twitch. The most that he could expect of it, now that he was a eunuch, he supposed. Mohawk noticed, pointing at it with a laugh. “Look, the little bitch’s getting off to this.” “Heh, knew that he was a pervert, but didn’t know that this draggie was this bad.” “Hmmph. See how he takes mine when you’re done,” Skinny added. “When I’m done. I’m not sharing it with your monster.” Bent in half as he was, there was nothing that Nirimer could do except watch as his ass was forcefully fed that thick black monster. He was opened, stretched wider than he had ever been stretched before. The hot friction that always came with someone shoving something big up his ass was already present, and it was getting worse as the zebra started pulling back, almost feeling like he was pulling the dragon’s asshole out with it. Then forward again, pushing it all back in, leaving him gasping as it felt like that dick was trying to punch right into his stomach from how huge it was. He swore that there was some sort of silhouette in his stomach as it pushed up to the hilt, but he couldn’t have proved it. All he knew was that it felt bigger than any real male could have taken. But then… Draggies weren’t real males, were they? Nirimer panted, his eyes slowly glazing over as he took that cock deeper, the raw musk of the superior zebras filling the room. Every breath that he took reminded him of the rough musk of Skinny’s balls or the raw stink that was beneath Thick’s armpit. They were jerking off at his sides, he realized, and that smell was doing something to his brain, making him think weird thoughts, making him do weird things. It was getting surprisingly easy to take Mohawk’s cock as the session went on, and his hole lost any and all ability to grip it. He swore that he was getting fucked to the worst gape that he had ever had, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to recover from it. However… He found that he didn’t care. All that mattered was that he served the zebras. All that mattered was that he give them what they wanted. All that mattered was that he was an inferior draggie doing what the big guys wanted him to do. He moaned, opening his mouth, gesturing at it for the other guys. Skinny didn’t bother to look his way, but Thick did. “Heh, Nutless want to have a cock?” “Mmmmph…” “Alright, fuck slut. You’ll get something. Hungry draggie.” The zebra pulled his pants down, revealing a cock that was slightly shorter than the one in his ass but no less thick. It was probably a little thicker, for that matter, and probably big enough to do some damage to his jaws if he wasn’t careful with how he swallowed it. Nirimer was in a state where he barely cared. All that mattered was that he got what he wanted, and that he got to have that cock down his throat. That musk…that mind-numbing musk…it made it better for him. If he was high on that, he didn’t need to think about being ball-less, about having lost everything to these guys. All he had to think about was sucking cock, and he was good at that. The dragon opened his mouth wide as the zebra leaned down over the bed. Those huge balls hung over his nose as Thick lined up for his mouth. He had to open his mouth very, very wide to allow for the head of that big black cock, but then – “MMMPH!” It went right down his throat, forced all the way to the back and then into his neck. He gagged, his hands balling into fists as the zebra started hammering home. They matched. Mohawk and Thick were thrusting almost entirely in time with one another, their cocks feeling like they should have met right in his middle. They were so big, so heavy, so thick, and he could feel their musky balls slamming into his ass and his nose. Particularly his nose as they started to speed up, going faster, hitting harder, filling him up so that he couldn’t think of anything but dick. Big black dick. Big superior black dick. Big superior black dick that needed to fuck draggies. Nutless draggies needed to submit. The cycle of thoughts ran through his head, his mind going blank save for those thick cocks and the smell of their musk. Mohawk was speeding up in his ass, and he could feel that he was going to get over the edge soon. He didn’t know how or when it was going to happen, but he knew it would be soon. Suddenly, Nirimer felt the spasms of orgasm in his ass. That thick black cock had finally cum, and he could feel it splattering over his prostate, the thudding shakes and pulses of a cumming cock pushing him… Almost over the edge. He felt something dribbling uselessly from his cock, felt it running down his side, but he knew better than to look for seed. There would be none there after his balls had been eaten. And besides, he had to focus on the dick in his throat, giving it the appropriate worship that the thick, superior black cocks were due. As he felt Mohawk’s cock slipping out of his ass, he heard Skinny moving around. He barely remembered how much bigger Skinny was, but his ass felt like it had been fucked into a cock sleeve, turned into some sort of socket for dick to rest. There was no way that he wouldn’t be able to – “MMMMMPH!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, his shout blocked by the big dick in his mouth, his air suddenly cut off by the nutsac pressing against his nose. He couldn’t breathe around it, his eyes starting to roll back in his head as he desperately squirmed against the ropes. “Fuck…god, you hit him good there,” Thick muttered. “He’s spasming all around my cock.” “Nobody knows how to take mine…if he’s a good enough cocksleeve for my dick, I’m keeping him.” “That’s up to you, man. Don’t know why you want a draggie, but hey, your choice.” “If he can handle my dick. I don’t know for sure if he can yet.” The fat shaft in his ass was beyond huge. He could feel it moving, felt it sliding into him in a way that no insertion should have. It was bigger than Mohawk’s and a hell of a lot thicker, and he swore it was going to turn him inside-out. And still Thick hadn’t cum! He was still being double-penetrated, one dick on both sides, and he was completely understanding of why Mohawk hadn’t wanted to go last. The sheer size of Skinny’s cock in his ass felt like it was going to rip him apart. Only the fact that he had already been fucked by a monster black cock and had been used to thick toys had kept him intact so far, but Skinny had already reached Mohawk’s depths and was still going. Thick was speeding up over him, starting to hump deeper and faster, and Nirimer was forced to swallow hard, his screams continuing to be muffled against that hot, hard cock. Every time that he felt it pop into his neck, every time that he felt it almost come out, he screamed, but there was no stopping it. The worst of the pain was subsiding, though, replaced by that infinite pleasure of the big pleasure button right in his ass. His prostate was swelling and throbbing against that cock, almost like it was reminding him that that was the only way that he would get any pleasure anymore. He could live with that. He could live with that with good cock. “That’s it, Nutless. Get used to that feeling. Heh. After Skinny’s done with you, there’s nothing that’ll matter to you except big black cock. Zebra cock is the best, man. Best cock in the world.” Mohawk’s continued taunts didn’t help. If anything, they made him hornier, whimpering more for those thick cocks, wanting to feel them down his throat, in his hole, stretching him, breaking him, leaving him worthless for anyone else in the world. It was so…intense. In and out, in and out, in – “Mmmph, fuck!” Thick finally yanked himself out, grabbing his cock by the base and giving it a couple of quick strokes. Nirimer opened his mouth by instinct – “Mmmmmph!” And instantly had his tongue painted with all that cum. He moaned, letting it soak into his scales, running down his throat, over his face, down his neck. It was like a perverted anointing of the slut, and he was happy to take it. As Thick pulled back, he finally had the chance to look down at what was happening between his legs. The monster that was Skinny’s cock was more than a fist thick. It had to be at least four, maybe five inches straight through, thick as a traffic cone, or so it felt. He swore that his ass would never be the same again, and he wasn’t sure if he was actually feeling everything down there anymore. Maybe he was in shock. Maybe something had gone wrong for him and he was dying. Or maybe his ass was that good…maybe he was just that kind of draggie, destined to be a good slut for big black cock… He floated on that thought, his brain dropping to thoughts of incomprehensible mush. There was nothing he could do or say to stop the fucking that was going on, and his legs were still bound tight. Eventually, they had to stop…eventually, they were going to stop… Weren’t they? The way that Skinny was fucking away at his ass, the way that his hole was still stretching and barely holding together, he was suddenly unsure. # They each took a second turn, then a third. Their big black cocks seemed to have no stopping point, no limit to their stamina. When one of them came close to needing a rest, the others were right there, ready to stop in and do their part of the whole thing. Nirimer fainted at least once, always woken up with a slap to his cock and a reminder of his nutless status. He wasn’t sure how many times they came in him over the course of the night, but when morning came, he was a wreck. A complete mess of cum and who knew what else. There seemed to be another smell in the air, something that wasn’t quite the smell of cum, but if there was, then it had been poured on him while he was out cold or just out. The ropes came off, and he was dragged down the stairs, unable to walk. His ass felt like it was a crater between his ass cheeks, sides of his hole sucked so far apart that he could probably shove a fist up there. When they dragged him upright, it felt like his ass cheeks were pressing on a swollen pile of flesh between them, and he had no idea what he’d end up looking like in a mirror. Particularly considering that Skinny was able to reach down and shove his tail up his ass without even trying. That shouldn’t have been so easy. “Heh, you liked what you got, draggie, you know where to get it again,” Mohawk said. “Now get outta here.” “Yeah, get outta here,” Thick echoed. “Come back when you need another dicking,” Skinny said, more quietly. Nirimer stumbled down the steps, feeling the new ass ‘lips’ that the hard fucking had given him rubbing together as he walked away from the building. He shivered, barely able to handle that stimulation. But… But one thing was for sure. He could already feel the emptiness inside of him. Despite the fact that he was nutless, despite the fact that he had been fucked to hell and back, despite the way that everything had happened… He would be back. They were right. Once you went for big black dick, there was no going back. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]