Kremling Bridge (Patreon)

"Drop those pants, new blood. Lemme sample that scaly ass!""... Like that?""Oh yeah, dassa fine lookin' ass... Spread those cheeks for me."

Krunch obeys. With his pants weakly clinging to his thighs, he releases his rear muscles and leans against the concrete wall with his legs spread wide. He puts it all on display for his fellow Kremlings, who relish at the mere sight of the neophyte's goods.

He hasn't been a Kremling for very long, but he knows about their "hierarchy". Younger, newer members devote themselves fully to their seniors; that's how they're thanked for the kindness of bringing them into their hold... supposedly. Krunch isn't too keen on these kinds of traditions, but he needs the Kremlings. He's willing to do anything to get on their good side... even staking his dignity on it.

His three Kremling seniors offered to play with him at this secluded ball court under the turnpike bridge... Krunch accepted, even though he knew that they had a special "game" in mind.

"Hey, Klomp! Who said you oughta go first?!""What? I'm jus' loosenin' him up for you two! Ain't no way a taut li'l twig like him can take your fat cocks!""Heh-heh-heh... He ain't wrong, bruth'.""Tsss... Admit it, man. You're jus' SO horny for this kid.""You'se guys're jus' gonna run 'im over like a fuckin' truck! Lemme have 'im while he's still a fuckin' virgin... Pop the cherry on this sucka!"

Of course, Krunch isn't a virgin. At 19, he's already had numerous sexual encounters... though, none with other Kremlings like this. And he knows this won't be the last either. Part of him is anxious... He hopes that these thuggish crocodiles will go easy on him.

"Right. Whass' your name, again? Kramp?""Krunch...""You'se gonna go by Kramp once I'm done wit'chu... Get ready 'n' loosen up.""... I'm ready.""Let's go, hot shot..."

He feels a cold hand grip his tail, pushing it up. As it stretches his hole, he hears Klomp discard his trousers and jostle his meat with his other hand. He heaves with anticipation, slobbers on Krunch's anus to lubricate it, and pushes his engorged member between his buttcheeks.

Krunch yields. As he feels Klomp breach his anus, his own cock hardens considerably... achingly so. It stiffly juts out from his waist, trickling out a clear fluid onto the sullied concrete below him. Krunch tries to focus as his senior hastily thrusts himself in and out of his abdomen, as though it were a mere object. Looking down, he sees his penis bob up and down with every hit, dabbing his belly with a little precum every time...

"Nnnrrh!...""Ohh, fuck... Slides right in, too... You're dyin' for it, aren'tcha?""Grrruhhh...""Oh yeah... Oh yeah, baby..."

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Quick little premise to go alongside this piece. I'm pretty happy with how it came out!Thanks again to my patrons for allowing me the opportunity to draw this piece. 💖

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