Used
Kiran couldn’t stop thinking about Farren.
Every anonymous cock, every load that painted his fur or flooded his hole only made the ache sharper. He kept remembering the way Farren had pinned him down, the low rumble of “pretty fox” in his ear, the safe, grounding weight of that big gray body. No one else felt like that. No one else made him feel wanted and owned at the same time.
The way Farren helped him loosen up, the second day. The others would have wanted to rush to penetration whether Kiran was ready for it or not. And the talks with Farren. Still nobody else built that closeness with him.
So he kept chasing harder. Louder. Messier.
He told himself it was just lust. Just fun.
Deep down he knew he was trying to fuck the memory of Farren out of his system. Find a body or a sensation or something that is a replacement.
Tonight he had signed up for something extreme.
The private club was discreet, expensive, and catered to very specific tastes. Kiran lay on his back in a padded chamber, his lower half pushed through a wide opening in the wall. Thick stirrups held his legs high and spread wide, presenting his pink hole and half-hard cock to anyone on the other side. A simple glowing sign hung above the hole:
Free Use Fox! He likes it gentle or rough, cum wherever.
His little fox chest was tight and his tail wagging on the other side. It was just soo naughty and exciting, to have his legs spread and his hole and cock and balls visible to WHOMEVER is on the other side. His body, his sleek fox curves, his beautiful white and orange and black coloring, all put out there to be arousal objects and used. Bring it on, let's have some fun with this fox, boys! You don't get one every day! he thought.
A small shelf beside his head held his phone and a bottle of lube. That was it. No names. No faces. Just a hole.
His heart raced as footsteps approached, and he felt a warm wet sensation on his foot pads. Someone was licking his feet! He hadn't had that before, but I guess it makes sense, there they are, right up there at perfect height for a standing anthro. And they are cute, clean little fox feet.
Then a paw caressed both insides of his thighs near the knees, and moved lower, lower, lower. Both paws lay on top of the main event. Kiran felt his cock thickening and rising from its cave underneath the fur and pads of the strangers paws. His balls squirmed and pulled up from the intimate touch. This stranger was enjoying his body.
Slap! A meaty rod landed down against Kiran's own. Whoever it was had a good size dick, probably veiny. A few more slaps against his own fox genitals, then the telltale tip slid down over his balls, down his tight taint, and lined up on his hole. Kiran clenched against the tip, like he was trying to draw it in, and let out some fox chirps for encouragement. A nice male voice on the other side said "That's a good hungry fox."
A sound of a lube tube being pressed filled the air and cool lube landed on his taint and hole, and a paw rubbed it around, and also wrapped his fox cock, rubbing the lube on his shaft.
Then the tip pressed, meeting slight resistence, then POP! It slipped in and the lube helped it glide deep immediately, and the strangers balls landed warm on his ass.
Kiran gasped, claws scraping the padding. The stranger fucked him hard and fast, hips slapping loudly against his ass, grunting with every deep stroke. Kiran’s mind instantly drifted to Farren, how the wolf had felt buried inside him, how he had whispered filthy praise while he bred him.
Not him… never him…
The stanger... wolf? Scent like a wolf... huffed and puffed after awhile, really getting into the sex act, and wrapped their arms around Kiran's raised legs for leverage while they pounded away. Kiran started to see stars, and lay there panting, enjoying the feeling of his hole being used.
The cock pulled out with a wet pop and slapped down on his own. He felt it throb, and big warm ropes landed on Kiran's balls and cock and dripped on his lower belly. The stranger was cumming against him, covering him.
"That was hot, kid." Then the stranger was gone, after giving his foot a final lick.
The next stranger didn't have soo much foreplay in mind. This one was longer, thinner, and fucked him with short, frantic jabs. Kiran moaned helplessly, hole already slick and sloppy. Kiran smelled... deer? Some similar prey animal. The animal came inside him, pumping in and out rapidly still even as it spilled, really spreading the cum around the inside of Kiran's hole. Perfect. Now he was feeling used.
A third stranger stepped up and shoved a thick vibrating plug deep inside him, cranking it to maximum. The sounds were wet through the vibration, due to the cum still inside him. The buzzing pressed mercilessly against his prostate while a warm, eager mouth swallowed his cock to the base. Blown and stuffed, Kiran was loving it, and wow three strangers in rapid succession, and he heard other voices. How many were fucking him tonight?
Kiran was just a toy now. A warm, willing hole for strangers to use.
He lost track of how many came and went. Some fucked him rough. Some slow and deep. One painted his balls with a thick load before walking away. Cum leaked steadily from his stretched rim, dripping down his taint and over his tail.
Then the air shifted.
Heavy wings flapped once. A low, smoky growl rumbled through the wall.
Kiran’s breath caught.
A massive, ridged cock pressed against his slick hole. The head alone was bigger than anything he’d taken tonight.
"You're looking a fine mess, little fox. How are you doing in there?"
Such a deep voice. Wow... a dragon! Rare in the anthro world. And sought after by needy anthros like Kiran's self.
"I'm... doing great! It's an honor, dragon! Use me however you want."
It pushed forward slowly, stretching him wider and wider, the burn intense and perfect. Inch after thick, textured inch sank in until Kiran was whimpering, his belly visibly bulging from the sheer size.
The dragon’s cock was scorching hot inside him, radiating warmth that spread through his entire pelvis. Every slow thrust dragged those thick ridges over his prostate, sending brutal waves of pleasure crashing through him, filling him to the point he didn't think his hole could widen on the inside any further. Cum from the previous strangers squelched around the massive shaft with every movement, and the dragon buried in till his knot rest on the outside of Kiran's body, but he could feel the heat of it, the obvious size of it, covering his taint, his fox balls resting on the knot! And damn, was it warm. He didn't want that dragon to leave.
“Fuck… yes…” Kiran moaned, voice hoarse. He pushed back as much as the stirrups allowed. “Deeper… please…”
"Heh heh, careful greedy fox. You'll get it deeper, don't worry. Let's adjust you to the heat."
And the heat increased, making Kiran moan in a long cute whine that wouldn't stop. Soon he was shaking.
"That's what I like to see, very cute, boy!" the dragon said.
The dragon fucked him deep and deliberate, each powerful thrust making Kiran’s hole flutter and clench helplessly. His belly bulged visibly every time the dragon bottomed out. More cum was forced out around the thick ridges, running in messy rivulets down his ass and tail.
Kiran’s phone buzzed on the shelf.
He reached for it with a trembling paw and opened the message. It was from Fern!
Fern: Are you still daydreaming about Farren?
At that exact moment the dragon thrust deep, Kiran gasping as the knot didn't take no for an answer, spreading his hole wide and then settling in while the sloppy ring closed around the mercifully thinner part beneath the knot.
The flood was overwhelming, thick, heavy rush of dragon cum blasting straight into his insides. Pulse after pulse, far more than any canine could give. Kiran’s belly swelled noticeably, warm and full. The dragon kept grinding, pushing deeper, the heat filling everything inside Kiran, spreading to his thighs. His balls were in their most loose state he's ever felt, literally draping over the dragon's pubic area and the sheath as the dragon's cock was locked in deep.
Strong clawed hands grabbed Kiran’s hips and yanked his lower body fully out of the chamber. The dragon lifted him into the air like he weighed nothing, powerful wings beating as they rose a few feet off the ground. Each flap hammered the cock home harder.
We're flying!
Golden eyes looked down at him with clear amusement and hunger.
“You’re a gorgeous little fox,” the dragon rumbled, voice deep and smoky. “All that cum leaking out of you… and you’re still hungry for more.”
Kiran’s legs dangled uselessly, tail thrashing, fresh cum leaking down his thighs with every thrust.
The dragon landed, and Kiran's feet still didn't touch the floor. The cock slipped out slowly, stretching hard, while Kiran squeezed his eyes shut from the size now exiting his hole. But the dragon was slow and considerate.
When the dragon finally set him down, he dropped to his knees and took Kiran’s cock into his hot, ridged muzzle. The suction was perfect. Kiran lasted barely ten seconds before he came hard, screaming as he pumped his load down the dragon’s throat.
The dragon rose, grabbed Kiran by the back of the neck, and pulled him into a deep, messy kiss. He pushed every drop of Kiran’s own cum back into his mouth in a filthy, cum-swapping embrace. Their tongues slid together, hot and slick.
When they finally broke apart, the dragon leaned in close, breath warm against Kiran’s ear.
“I’m Dakon,” he murmured. “Look me up on KnotHub sometime. I’d love a private session with you… I want to make this pretty little fox howl.” He smirked. “I promise it won’t hurt… too bad.”
Kiran, dazed and still leaking, managed a shaky nod. “Okay… I’ll look you up.”
Dakon smiled, spread his powerful wings, and flew off into the night through the open air roof.
Kiran stood there on trembling legs, covered in cum, hole sore and gaping, chest heaving.
He collected his pay from the silent club attendant with shaky paws.
Back in the changing room, he checked his phone again.
There was a second message from Fern.
Fern: I can get him back for you.
Kiran stared at the screen, heart pounding, dragon cum still slowly dripping down his thighs.
He didn’t reply.
Not yet.
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