Dragon's Dirty New Job Pt. 02

Yet he was pleased with the close-up shots of Derriam's beak parting, glistening with strands of pearly pre-cum, around Brezzen's cock. The dragon's body quivered delightfully on camera and he snapped his fingers, motioning to Nimmot to get thrusting, to get his cum shot in as he was supposed to. One camera zoomed in on the point where their bodies joined, showing the true, raw brutality of the gryphon in its very best light.

"See, I'm going to give you what you need," Nimmot crooned darkly, snaking his tongue against the dragon's scales, claws gripping deep enough to draw a bead of blood. "A dirty hole to be filled, that's all you are. You pissed in front of everyone -- and you have to be bound to let your true needs fly. Ungghh... We know all about your slutty kind here..."

Brezzen thrashed weakly, though the gryphon's words got to him, shame rising, pulling through him horrifically. No, no... No, it wasn't true, not as the knot swelled inside him, right at the base of Nimmot's cock, locking their bodies together. He clamped his jaws shut hard enough to make the muscles ache that controlled them, his tail still and stiff, torn between pleasure from his cock and raw pain from his backside. His tail tried to lower but the gryphon just shoved it out of the way regardless, taking what he needed and thrusting shortly and sharply. He couldn't pull out, after all, not as his knot swelled to its fullest extent within Brezzen's need hole, twitching and pulling weakly around that hot rod of gryphon-flesh.

Brezzen moaned, aching for orgasm -- yet he didn't quite seem destined to get there as Nimmot slammed in roughly, a ragged cry dragging at his throat. The gryphon keened out shrilly as he climaxed, spending a messy, sticky load deep within the drake's anal passage, uncaring for the mess he made of the poor dragon's hole. He stayed there, deep, unloading every drop he had to give while Brezzen quivered, his flanks shuddering for breath.

The anthros moved around, someone moving a cart closer, but he didn't know what was on it, had forgotten what was next. It almost didn't matter too, for it was not as if he was going to get anything he wanted out of that session, indignation fading to humiliation, the heat simmering down to a bone-sickening chill, his stomach wobbling from the sheer force of what he had been forced to do.

"Unff... Right..." Nimmot grunted, drawing back as he tugged experimentally at his knot. "Can't have my cock staying inside a dirty dragon hole like this now... Nngghhh!"

He groaned as he popped his knot free before it was ready and the dragon gave a muffled cry into his muzzle, whipping his head back and forth. Brezzen would never know what a good shot that made for the shoot, cum spilling messily from his tail hole, a little waste in there, speckled through -- but only someone looking for it would have found it. Otherwise, it was the epitome of a cream-pie, drooling slickly from his previously tight hole, which was left open in a wet, straining gape. His hole twitched as if it was trying to close up again, but could no longer tighten. That would take time, considering how that knot had been forcibly wrenched from him.

And then Nimmot broke from the script with a smirk, shaking his head back and forth as he gestured to Derriam. Although they looked different, they were non-identical twins: and they couldn't have been more different in their approach to sex. Whereas the golden-brown gryphon had a forced, dark approach to lust, Derriam was more eager to fuck and please, though he liked to be in the position of a power bottom, as he frequently maintained.

"Go ahead and clean him up," he said, inviting his brother to the drake's backside with an opening of his forepaw out to the side. "I got him nice and messy for you..."

"Mmm!" Derriam bounced, flapping his wings, his eyes shining at the notion, even though it was off-script. "Don't mind if I do!"

Leaving Brezzen's cock for the moment, he dived down to the drake's backside, his tongue digging into the hole offered to him and sweeping around. He got a feel for the dragon as Brezzen twitched and moaned, his body forced to respond to the sensitive nerve endings being stimulated.

It was not his kink, not have his ass eaten out or being rimmed, but there was a part of his body that liked it. And the softness of the gryphon's tongue sweeping and teasing over his sore backside helped too, wriggling in deep to eat him out and scoop out every drop of cum he could get from the drake's hole. Brezzen quivered, moaning mutely, his head weaving back and forth.

That was until Nimmot strode in front of him, his golden feathers blocking Brezzen's vision for a moment before he shoved his backside on top of the drake's muzzle.

"Oof!"

Brezzen instinctively tried to snarl and snap, but there was nothing he could do against the push of the gryphon's back end, the long tail with the thick drape of fur near the tip winding around Brezzen's neck like a makeshift collar and leash.

"Can't have you eat out my ass in this position," he mocked, grinding his hindquarters over Brezzen's snout, working it back and forth so his dick ground over the top side of the dragon's muzzle. "But...you can get a good whiff of my dirty dick, dragged from your tail hole... What a mess you've made of it. It would only be right to have you clean me off too, but I've got something in mind for you!"

Brezzen growled, wanting to ward off the gryphon, but it was not as easy as that as his dirty, slime-covered cock smeared mess into the dragon's scales. What the hell did he think he was doing? None of that was in the script, none of it at all! Yet Brezzen didn't get a say in any of it anymore as he tried to hiss and, finally, Nimmot unleashed his ultimate humiliation.

He relaxed his bowels, pushing and releasing a stream of piss that splattered down the dragon's snout, rolling off his scales and dripping into the muzzle. Brezzen tried to heave and gag, but without being able to open his mouth, there was very little afforded to him. Ahead of him, out of range of the cameras, an anthro wolf gagged and covered their mouth, evidently disgusted by what was going on. And their distaste for what the gryphon was doing only added to his humiliation, quivering in fury and shame while piss ran over his fine scales.

"Brezzen, listen to me..."

Ah, there it was again, that little voice in the earbud. He groaned, closing his eyes, trying to listen to it, though Brezzen did not like locking out the sight of the gryphon at all. He felt like he had to keep an eye on him, always keeping him in his sights, a predator to challenge his role and his territory.

Even when they were not in their territory, well... Brezzen didn't have to explain what went on with the primal workings of his mind.

"Brezzen, keep your eyes closed, the cameras are loving this. You're doing really well. Just a little longer."

He had to trust them and gave an affirmative growl, his neck aching as he did his best to stop his head from dipping all the way to the ground. The drake didn't want the gryphon to think he'd got the best of him, oh no. That would have been too much, too far, grunting thickly in the back of his throat and stopping himself from practically bowing before the gryphon.

He didn't have to hold the position for long, not as urine slicked down his scales and, finally, the gryphon was done with him.

"One more thing," a hard voice said through the ear bud, the dragon quivering as Nimmot's dirty cock ground into his muzzle. "To wrap up, you need to push out that cum from your ass, dragon. Squeeze it out, go on."

He trembled, but he wanted it all to be over and done with, so he did what the director (at least, that's who Brezzen thought had spoken to him) said. He swallowed his groans of discomfort, his backside still aching, tail hole stretched to such an extent that raw, clawing humiliation ripped through him.

Everyone had seen him being taken, being debased... And, still, he was forced to squeeze it out, unaware of just how the cameras were zooming in for that money shot of big, dirty slops of cum drooling viscously from his anal ring. Although some had spilt out in a messy cream-pie when the gryphon had first unloaded in him, there was still more to come, the cameras capturing it all as the thick mess of dirty goo was pushed from his backside. He kept going, closing his eyes against the humiliation of it all, all until his anal passage felt sorer than ever and the director stepped in.

"Cut! Great show, people, really great! Nimmot, love the off-script, that's going to be a huge hit."

The director praised the gryphon openly as Brezzen heaved, glad that it was all over and yet strangely annoyed that his cock was still hard and wanting, throbbing with need. Why hadn't he got off too? Wasn't it a porn scene? They'd got their rocks off and...what about him? Even that was more humiliating, putting him so firmly in a submissive position, as if his pleasure and his body was just a toy to be used to them.

Little did Brezzen know that was exactly how they saw it, using him to make money and no more than that.

"Thank you, Steve," Nimmot purred, clearly pleased at the praise for his scene. "Anything more you'd like, anytime, just let me know."

"Mhm, that's why we keep getting you back, Nimmot, why we keep getting you back."

Anthros moved around him and a feline gently removed his blinkers with the mask, finally relieving him of the muzzle too.

"Agh!"

The dragon whipped his head back, still bound to the ground, the mattress all torn and cut up under him, though Brezzen had not even realised how much he had been moving throughout the scene. He growled, though not at the anthros removing his bondage as he quaked there, dirty slime still dripping over his muzzle where the gryphon's sullied cock had teased and slickened over his scales. Just what had he been thinking to act like he could just do that to Brezzen without a care in the world?

They unbound him from the ground as he twitched, keeping Nimmot in his sights, though he didn't have any bone really to pick with Derriam. He had just been doing his job and, frankly, he didn't mind anything the more submissive gryphon of the pair had done to him. It was humiliating to be bound and a weird anthro kink, surely, but it was okay.

The moment the last manacle clanked away from his ankles, the dragon pulled himself up tall and growled.

"You."

He stormed over to the gryphon with thundering steps that sent deep reverberations through the ground, though Nimmot cockily held his ground and tilted his head, as if to challenge the dragon. The director paused, but a fight between ferals wasn't really the kind of thing anyone wanted to step in the middle of.

"You did that on purpose!" Brezzen snapped, yet, after all that had happened to him, his words lacked the bite he wanted them to have. "What in the skies were you thinking? That was off-script! And mounting me, you should have..."

"Is that what you have your tail all in a knot about?" Nimmot cut in, cocking his head further, his beak slightly parted. "Really, dragons are such drama queens... It's a sex scene, scaley, didn't you read the script?"

Brezzen growled, but was cut off yet again even as he tried to lash out.

"If it hurts your pride so much," Nimmot continued, "then you can always fuck my brother. That's Derriam, if you didn't know. Call it a freebie, if you need someone to lick your wounds for you..."

"I... What... You..."

Brezzen stuttered and spluttered over his words as Nimmot stalked off, the gryphon as calm and confident in himself as always. He didn't have to worry about the dragon, no, not when he was as settled in himself and his ways as he was. But the dragon was a source of amusement to him.

The stoat director grumbled and shook his head at their light conflict, but was glad nothing more had kicked off there: it made his job easier, which was all anyone was wanting. He played back the recording of the full scene, using a portable laptop on a side table where the camera feeds were being sent to, his lips pursed.

The full scene was good, from the wide angle to get everything... But it was the more intimate shots that focused on the dragon's facial reactions, little muscular twitches and clenches of his jaw and grunts that the drake had not even been aware he was making, that would be the real shots there. The people that wanted to see a big, strong dragon stripped down and humiliated in bondage would flock to that video. Why, he was even sure it would make them more money than the rest of the videos combined that they had in mind for Brezzen.

Not that the dragon needed to know that. A feral like him, out in the wilds, didn't need to know how valuable he truly was.

He smirked softly at another shot that focused around the dragon's backside, showing the slops of messy cum pouring from him directly after the cum-shot.

"They'll love that cream-pie shot," he murmured under his breath, swapping to another close-up of the dragon's cock twitching as he shamefully released his bladder. "Yeah, that'll be a real hook."

He had caught some of the camera workers gagging and holding their noses during the urination scenes especially, however -- perhaps some nose plugs for them would be good, going forward. He didn't want anything they did to interrupt the scenes, after all, and reshooting a scene was an absolute nightmare.

Continued in part three of five...