Dragon Archaeology 2: Aleaster x James 1 part 2

The second part where they visit baths and get comfortable with each others' bodies. But the dragon hides another surprise for James...

-chastity

James woke up after a well slept night to discover that his bed was tilted in an unusual direction. He felt vaguely guilty for not fretting more, after such a momentous discovery he had made the very last night, but sleep had come to him easily and he had drifted away like a babe. He smacked his lips and tried to figure out bleary eyed why he was laying in an incline this morning - the last night he recalled he had laid down on a flat and fluffy surface of his double mattress luxury bed. He then realized that the warm, solid tree trunk next to him was the dragon. He was so heavy that he made a pit in the bed, pulling down blankets and pillows into his gravity hole along with their owner the young man.

The shiny beast was a solid wall of muscle, like giant steel cables holding up bridges, shimmering like a trout and radiating heat like a chimney pipe. Aleaster lifted his head languorously, like a delicate lady in a diaphanous nightgown, and laid it next to James's face. "Hi." he purred.
James could feel his body stiffening at the closeness of the dragon. He tried to slide away from Aleaster, but his short flailing against the tilt of the bed only sent him rolling against the beast's warm, smooth side. He could feel the dragon's scales brushing against his bare chest and legs, and James's face began to burn; he had stripped down to his skivvies the night before, too exhausted by the journey and dealing with his companion to dress himself in his nightclothes. He cleared his throat, his voice still muzzy and weighted by his interrupted sleep as he spoke. "Good morning, Aleaster... ah, why are you here?" His mind churned like a machine in need of oil as he took in the strange situation in which he had found himself.

"I passed by your room after getting a late night snack, and saw you whimpering in your bed like a beaten dog. How could I not comfort my favorite human?" As he spoke the dragon rolled on his back, sending ripples through the bedding, and held his sleek head upside down above James. One of his long whiskers brushed against James's cheek, the touch surprisingly soft. The position made his leer look like a grimace - or perhaps it was, it was hard to tell with the long row of tiny, sharp teeth he was showing.

He rolled his eyes upwards, towards James's lower body. "I see you are happy to see me." he chuckled. James blinked, looking down and catching sight of the tent in his thin, short underpants. With his face burning ever hotter, the human quickly grabbed a handful of bed-sheets to cover himself. "Please excuse me," he said, looking away from the dragon. He let out a quiet, shameful moan. The warmth of a body next to him and Aleaster stroking his face had felt good. Too good.

He cleared his throat again, and made another attempt to scoot away from the dragon. He was just as unsuccessful. The dragon's long, whiplike tail snaked up James's left leg, crawling well past his knees and too high for comfort. "You're forgiven, I'm gracious like that. I can't hold it against you for being a human." He paused in a moment of serious thought "Much, at least." He flipped his head right side up again, his long, slender neck flexing and glittering in the morning sun peeking through the room's curtains. Aleaster laid his delicate but heavy paw on James's chest, pinning him down gently with the razorblade kiss of his claws. He prodded James's cheek with his sharp snout, puffing hot snake leather air on his face with every breath. "You smell better than I realized. I like you", he stated matter-of-factly.
"Well? Don't I get even a friendly pet from you? Manners, young man!"

The position made James even more uncomfortable--and sent a strange pulse to his already throbbing groin, but he ignored that. He nodded, and reached out to begin stroking the dragon's neck and shoulders. His other hand brushed his slightly mussed hair out of his face. "I am... glad." He frantically searched for a conversational topic to distract himself, and latched on to what the dragon had said earlier. "You left the attic for a late night snack? You did not meet anyone on your way, did you?" He had sent the servants home for the night, but there was always the chance that a few of them had returned to start their morning duties early.

"A burglar!" the dragon's eyes lit up like a child seeing his birthday presents. "Sent him packing too, you should have seen his face. Ha!"
He nuzzled further downwards against James's jawline and neck. "But never mind that. I want all kinds of things from you now, I've been waiting for you to wake up..." His sharp tongue flicked between his hard lips, tasting the human's skin.
"Your heart is racing, I can feel it in my paw. Just like a little bird!" he grinned and laughed, a single mellow baritone bark deep from his chest.

James shuddered, and let out another low groan at the nuzzle and short lick. He should move away. This was indecent. "I... well..." He looked down at the dragon. Aleaster seemed strangely naked without all the fine jewelry hanging from his body. That thought made Jame's erection pulse once more against the  dragon's flank.
"Ah, ah, bath!" He cleared his throat, embarrassed at the sudden outburst. His voice had cracked just a little, and he quickly tried to cover it up with a soft, polite cough. "I mean... we have had such a long journey, and though you say I do not smell unpleasant, I still feel the need to refresh myself. I am sure you would be glad of the opportunity as well."

The dragon stopped, his eyes widening. "A bath? Seriously? I love bathing!" he jumped up with the bed creaking in protest from the sudden movement, and hopped onto the floor thudding dully against the rich, thick carpet. He paced back and forth like an eager puppy, tail whisking behind him without any concern for dignity or modesty. "Can we go already? Let's go go!"
He rose on the bed again and pushed James off with his head, sending him tumbling down all tangled up in the linen.
"Moooove!"

James cried out, flailing as he fell and letting out a grunt of slight pain. "A-alright, alright... just one moment, please..."
He quickly untangled himself, and rose up to brush himself off. As Aleaster paced impatiently back and forth, James made his way to the wardrobe to pull on his dressing gown. A plain brown, with the Woodgate crest embroidered on the breast. He tied it closed, and then made his way to the door. However, he paused and turned back to Aleaster. "Would you mind waiting here for just a moment. I need to make sure the servants won't... disturb us." Having a dragon walking down the halls in broad daylight and plain view of the staff would surely be awkward, to say the very least. James had barely gotten five paces into the hallway before he heard the signature click clack of the dragon's claws behind him, the mighty beast barely able to contain his glee. For such a heavy creature he had an otherwise surprisingly silent step, his long, slender frame carried smoothly atop his springy legs. "Will there be bath salts? Bubbles? Soap bubbles are my favorite kind of bubbles!" he babbled, cheery and chirpy in the man's tow.
He prodded James's buttocks again with the flat top of his head. "Run a big and steamy one for me, I like it hot!"

The human let out a soft grunt at the prod, staring down at the enthusiastic beast. He had never quite seen this side of Aleaster, and it was a surprisingly pleasant change from his usual haughty attitude. James couldn't help a quiet chuckle. "There will be bath salts and bubbles, yes. I will make sure of it." The Torkeshian-style baths his family had opened were more geared towards cleansing steam, but James was sure that he could work something out. "Just... please stay quiet for now? And stay out of sight."
He made his way down the hall, heart racing slightly as he looked this way and that, expecting a servant to come upon them at every turn. However, the house was mostly quiet, and they were able to slip down to the first floor without meeting anyone.

They descended into the basement floor without incident and into a great hall of domed arches, laid with tiles and mosaics depicting tasteful scenes of people bathing. The place was lit by long, narrow windows near the ceiling letting in sunlight, the beams shimmering in the humid air billowing with steam. The space was partitioned with screens, each part having its own large bathing pools raised on pedestals and brazen tubs ready to be filled with water hot and cold. Smell of soap and wet concrete and a whiff of mildew lingered in the air. Brass furnaces fed the boilers with hot water, each taking hours to warm up and kept going for days on end. Tubing snaked along the ceiling and walls, ending into handy spigots for drawing water. Every now and then the mighty guts of the plumbing groaned and tinkled as tension settled out of the metal by the rushing water.

James stepped forward, and then turned to Aleaster while holding his arms out to indicate the intricate bathing hall. It had cost his family a large sum to set up, but he knew that it was worth it--the Torkeshian baths were becoming popular, and he had a feeling that once it was opened to the public they would more than make up the cost. "Welcome to the baths, Aleaster. Please, make yourself comfortable, and I shall draw up any kind of bath that pleases you." He sweated a bit in the humid air, resisting the urge to tug at his suddenly heavy-feeling dressing gown.

The dragon rushed from one pool to the next, sniffing and tasting the water, making small whining noises as he went unable to decide on any of them. Eventually he leaped into one of the biggest pools, with refined marble edges and pale semi-opaque mineral water from a natural hot spring filling it. He landed splashing with a great gusto, then disappeared beneath the water, diving like a salmon only to surface on the other end spouting water from his nostrils. He was in his element, roiling in shimmering coils in water like an entire pod of porpoises, spraying everywhere as he went. Eventually Aleaster calmed down and swam sinuously like a snake through the waves, using his long tail to propel himself. His atrophied wings started to ease up in the heat and slowly folded out, dragging him down like trawling net. He did not seem to mind in the least. He swam to the edge and planted his forelegs on it, resting his head on them. "Mm. Yes, this is sufficient. You have served me well today, human."
He flicked water at James with the tip of his tail. "Join me. I insist."

James broke out of the reverie he had fallen into while watching the dragon. "Ah, I am glad to hear that you are pleased..." He looked around, tugging at his dressing gown. It came loose just enough to show a bit of his toned chest, the light forest of hair upon it glistening with sweat and the humidity of the bath air. To join the dragon in the bath would require him to undress himself completely, and he found himself feeling shy at the thought of baring his body to the dragon. Especially after his advances. "Are you sure? I would not wish to intrude upon your relaxation..." He ignored the slight tremble in his voice as he forced himself to meet Aleaster's gaze.

The dragon rolled his eyes, a gesture it had mastered only after years of observing humans. "Pfft, there's only boys here you can take off your clothes." A mischievous leer ripple across his face. "Unless you see me as feminine, hmm...?"
He glanced sideways at his own body. "I can understand you making the mistake, there's no dangly bits down there..."
He changed the full brunt of his attention back at the blushing man. "But rest assured I am well equipped where needs must."
"I-indeed...?" James cleared his throat, trying not to think about that too much. The dragon was right; there was nothing indecent about gentlemen bathing together. That was all that this was. "...Very well, if you insist."
"Besides I need someone to wash that hard to reach spot."

He untied the sash of his dressing gown and let it fall open, and then made his way over to hang it up on a hook nearby. His eyes flicked to the dragon as his hands moved down to his underpants, fumbling as they slowly undid the laces. James took a deep breath to calm himself. Then, he pushed the last of his clothing down to the concrete floor and stepped out of it. "Indeed?" He finally turned back to Aleaster, his hands moving to cover his genitals as he flushed.
"What do you think that is, James?" the dragon smirked and tried to sneak a peek."Which part of me you'd like to wash first...?" He rolled around lazily in the water sending ripples of waves across its surface. He lifted his graceful forepaw high up "Maybe here...?" he rolled again and let his rump bob up "or here instead...?"

James stepped into the steamy water with a long sigh. His hands moved away as the milky water covered his lower body, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "If you are in need of help with washing your back, I would be happy to assist." He chose to ignore the dragon's teasing. And the effect it was starting to have on him once more.
"Hah, do I look like I need help reaching my backside?" he nibbled casually at his butt, his long neck making the motion effortless. "I mean behind my ears of course you naughty human!" he slapped water with his paw faking mock indignation.
He swam closer to James, his head parting water like a shark's fin, and stopped right next to his bellybutton. His nostrils burbled water bubbles as he waited.
"Well...?"

James reached down to gather a bit of the water in his hands, pouring it over the top of the dragon's head. As it ran down Aleaster's long neck in shimmering droplets, James began to rub and massage the dragon's smooth scales. His fingers worked over Aleaster's temples and up against the dragon's ridge, and the James moved to rub behind the dragon's flicking ears. "Of course you did." The dragon was positioned quite close to a sensitive place, but once more James tried to ignore that and focus on scrubbing his companion.

Without a warning the dragon bobbed his head down and brushed against James's erection with the ridge of his nose - not a quick tap but a long, slow motion of a violin player caressing the strings of his instrument.
"A-ah!" James jerked away in surprise, staring wide-eyed down at the dragon.  "A-Aleaster..." He swallowed hard, trembling even in the warmth of the bath. His tongue slipped out and circled around the man's testicles, teasing them with its rough texture. He started prodding James's crotch with the tip of his nose, forcing him backwards and towards the bath's edge, guiding him to hop on the ledge. Only then Aleaster rose up, his head partly above the surface between James's legs, the man’s glistening erection casting a shadow between his big, green eyes.

James was forced backward and up onto the ledge, muttering soft excuses and protestations. This was wrong. They shouldn't do this. However, his legs spread open as dragon moved between them and his hand came down to rest on the top of Aleaster's head without pushing him away. The human's cock bobbed in the humid air of the bath, surrounded by a short-trimmed patch of hair. His foreskin was already pulled back slightly to expose the red, shiny head. "Please..." The human's voice was hoarse and quiet, and even he wasn't sure what exactly he was pleading for. For the dragon to stop, to move away--or to continue.

The dragon rose higher, rubbing his nose against James's dick and smelling the juice bubbling up, inhaling the scent of another male with his eyes closed. He ran his tongue in James's pubic patch, lapping up the moisture trapped in the hair. He planted his paws on James's knees and forced them apart, making him helpless to shy away from the dragon's attentions even if he wanted to. "Mm, it's been a while since I've tasted mammalian flesh..." he murmurred, a deep purring from his chest. As he spoke he blew hot air on James's trembling cockhead, even the whisper feeling like a moist caress.

Hot sparks of pleasure ran up James' spine from his throbbing groin, and he let out a breathy moan at the dragon's soft touches and licks. "Y-you... enjoy doing this...?" He had never even thought of having something like this done to him. but the Aleaster tended to his cock made him curious about the dragon's advances. The last of his unwillingness crumbled away, and he let out another soft sigh. Perhaps if he gave in and gave Aleaster what he wanted, the dragon would cease his teasing. A part of him felt strangely dejected at the prospect.

Aleaster parted his mouth and slid James's hard cock between his gums and his cheek, the bony bumps of his teeth massaging the shaft. He could easily fit the entire member in his maw, enveloping it in a hot and moist caress. He brushed against James's testicles with the fangs of his lower jaw, making him shiver from trepidation and desire both. The ancient dragon made bobbing motion with his elegant head, the cock slick from the beast's drool gliding along eliciting moans of pleasure from the young man. Aleaster smiled how easy he was to toy with...
He pulled out before James could come, lips drooling saliva. "Tasty! You should have treated me earlier, now I'm upset for being denied. How are you going to make it up to me?"

James panted harshly as his cock throbbed and pulsed, and his hands tightened into fists as he grit his teeth. He whined softly when Aleaster pulled back, and looked down into the dragon's glittering eyes. "I-I... I.."
He swallowed, trying to gather his scattered thoughts. "You... want me to... re-reciprocate...?"
The dragon pretended to be weighing his proposition. "Hm. Very well, if you insist"
The great beast rose up from the pool and stepped out, water flowing off his back and onto the tiled floor. He shook himself sending a glittering spray in the air, then plopped down on his side unceremoniously. It made a wet thwack. He held his head high. "Where would you start, I wonder...?"

James gasped as he was sprayed with hot water droplets, and looked over Aleaster's lounging form with a hot blush. His eyes kept straying to the shadowed space between the dragon's flanks and under his tail, but his hand went to stroke along Aleaster's long neck. "I've never... I don't know how..." He looked downwards in embarrassment and shame.
"It's exactly where you'd think it is, honey."

Honey? James was caught off guard by the sudden endearment, and looked up at the dragon's face. He tried to keep his breathing slow and even as his gaze--and his hand--began to slide down the dragon's body. The human paused when his hand rested on Aleaster's flank, unsure of whether to ask permission or to lift the heavy limb himself. Years of propriety which had been drilled into him screamed at what he was doing, but its nagging voice was growing ever quieter.

The dragon sighed and lifted his leg, revealing his shimmering underside. Between his hind legs, where his tail attached to his body, was a tight hardly visible slit not much longer than James's palm. Aleaster flexed his pelvic muscles and the slit's ridges parted slightly, revealing a thin peek of salmon pink flesh. "Go on, I don't have teeth down there." he said smiling, eyes half closed from anticipation.

James' fingers trembled as they moved to gently trace along the ridges of that slit, and he tried not to think too hard about what he was doing. The scales here felt even softer, and as his fingertips brushed over the lips of Aleaster's slit he felt the heat rolling off the dragon's genitals in waves. He gulped, and his finger began to slowly work into it as it rubbed along the slit's length. The dragon was even hotter inside, and strangely moist. The dragon quivered. "Mm, I like it rougher..."

James nodded, and began to push deeper into the slit, rubbing along the hot inner walls. His other hand moved to stroke the outside. He brushed over the scales, and began to pull the lips apart to reveal what his other hand was working over. The delicate flesh throbbed and pulsed under his touch, and James could feel the tightening passage that led deeper into the dragon.

The dragon drew shallow breaths and loosened his abdominal muscles, letting his member slide out - but to James's surprise Aleaster's cock was closed in a metal chastity device! The entire thing was bit longer than the length from the man's wrist to his fingertips, pinkish in color and cone shaped with ridges running on its underside. At its base a steel ring was fitted snugly around it, from which four gently curving metal bars rang along its length right up to behind the glans. There another steel ring joined them, and a metal hood covering the entire tip was welded to it. There was only a thin slit at its tip for letting the dragon relieve himself without making a mess. There was no visible locking mechanism for opening the contraption. The dragon looked demurely at James. "Ah, a kiss from a true prince will unlock it, please..."

James stared at the strange contraption for a moment, unable to guess at its purpose. Did the dragon wish to ornament even his genitals? James shook his head after a moment, flushing at the dragon's words. "A kiss?" He glanced at Aleaster's face, and then looked down to the dragon's entrapped cock. The device did not seem like it would be comfortable.
James leaned forward, and paused for a moment as the dragon's heady scent wafted out from his opened slit and off of his revealed member. The spicy musk made James cough and his eyes water. However, it also sent another pulse of pleasure to his own still-throbbing erection. "Ah... y-you smell..." His words trailed off with a soft groan.

The dragon wiggled his hips, spreading his scent further in front of James. "I have had this on for ages, I can't tell how uncomfortable it is to have this hunk of metal lodged in my guts. Just a peck will do!"
He dragged his front paw along his shaft, moaning and hissing from being denied the touch. "Please, I'm so needy right now..."

The dragon's desperation was strangely exciting to James. He moaned softly as he watched the dragon fruitlessly slide his paw over his encased cock, the human's own hands continuing to knead and spread the lips of the dragon's slit. For a moment, the devil on his shoulder prodded him to tease the dragon, to give him back what he had been giving James. However, his softer side won out, and he nodded. "Alright."
He leaned in, and pressed his lips to the tip of the strange device. James winced as he tasted the salty liquid that had gathered around the slit, and the bitter tang that undercoated it.

The dragon laughed and slapped him playfully on his shoulder. "Oh you adorable dumbfuck, you fell for it! Of course you need a key not a kiss to open it! That's why we need to find my hoard, it's stashed in there!" He grew serious "It is very uncomfortable though. And I am very horny."
As if to prove his words his member had started swelling, and was already struggling against its metal cage. The pink flesh had grown first red, then purple as it tried to squeeze between the cracks of the chastity device in vain.
Aleaster winced. "Hff, it's half the size of my full glory..."
He started panting. "You need to make me cum, soon. Through my prostate..."
The delicate cruelty of the device soon became apparent to James - the natural curve of the dragon's cock was upwards, while the device curved downwards in equal measure

James had blinked as he pulled away. The dragon had tricked him once again. He sighed and shook his head while listening to the dragon, and then his gaze jerked back up. "Your prostate?" He remembered the term vaguely from some medical journal. The human winced when he saw the way the dragon's member pulsed feebly in the device, and tried to offer the dragon a little bit of comfort by stroking the scales of his belly. "I have told you that I will help you in any way I can. Just tell me what I must do."

"Just follow along the base of my cock!" he snapped, now clearly in distress. He flopped on his back, spreadeagled, his erection shining proudly in the air. On some level he was clearly enjoying it, seeing how copiously his cockhead oozed spicy dragon precum. Small pool was already forming on his belly, running along his scales in sluggish rivulets. He bumped his head against the floor once, twice, while making muffled moaning noises.

"A-alright, alright. Calm down." He continued stroking the dragon's belly for a moment, and then moved to straddle his bobbing tail. He reached down once more to spread the lips of Aleaster's slit, searching for the opening he had brushed against. He finally laid eyes on the puckered opening of the dragon's anus, watching it quiver and clench in the humid air of the baths. It was already moistened and greased with the fluid of the dragon's lid, the flesh making soft wet noises as it pulled against itself.

James looked down to his pulsing member for a moment. "Should I...?" The beast had already forced him this far down the path of sodomy, and it looked like James would be in for a pound. He looked up at Aleaster, pushing forward to rub his leaking cocktip against the base of the dragon's tail.

The dragon shuddered and moaned, his gaping anus smacking its lips hungrily. "Yess, go deep" he huffed. His own cock was already turning deep purple, veins bulging on its surface. He spread his legs further, lifting his pelvis up to present his sex to his eager servant's attention.
The normally so graceful and haughty dragon writhed and moaned in front of James like a cheap harlot - no, like a base animal in heat. It made small growls as it thrashed its head on the ground, the smell of its overpowering need sharp in the air.

James took in deep breaths of that sharp, heady, animal scent, feeling it awaken his own base desires in ways they never had been before. He pushed down against Aleaster, trying to keep the dragon's squirming body still with minimal success as he positioned himself. It was difficult, his cockhead slipping away each time he tried to push against the tight entrance. He finally growled in frustration. "Keep still or I won't be able to fuck you."
He paused and blinked. He had never used such vulgarity in his life, and speaking to the dragon in the manner he just did was something he had never thought of doing in the time they had known each other.

The dragon lifted its head to snarl at him, but stayed still nevertheless. For a moment the only sound in air was its heavy panting and the low drips of water in the distance. Its chest rose and fell steadily as it stared at James with greedy, animal hunger. James's own breath came in harsh, panting gulps as he looked down to the dragon. The way the mighty beast looked at him, need and desperation burning n his eyes, and the way he followed his orders sent a dark thrill though the human. The devil on his shoulder began whispering to him again, and he felt a wicked smirk spread over his face. "Tell me how much you need it." He pushed the head of his cock against Aleaster's entrance, just on the verge of breaking through the tight, moist seal. It rubbed over the flesh, teasing the dragon. He would probably regret this, but at the moment James was too drunk on power and lust to care. An adorable dumbfuck, was he now...?

The dragon snapped at him, its jaws gnashing shut mere inches from his face. Warm spit hit his cheeks. "Dooo me!" it growled revealing its sharp teeth, in a high pitched voice of an enraged feline. It buckled its hips again, trying to catch the human's cock into his aching hole, its own tortured member aching for the sweet release it was being denied.

"Fine. You said you like it rough, right...?" James grasped Aleaster's hindpaws, spreading the dragon's thighs further as he leaned forward. With a grunt and a forceful push of his hips, he began sliding into the thrashing beast. He was vaguely aware of how easy it was to slide into the dragon's slick passage, but that was overridden by the delicious tightness and heat that encased his eager erection. He slammed himself in to the hilt, throwing his head back and crying out as his groin pushed against the lips of Aleaster's slit.

He could feel the base of the dragon's cock throbbing against his tip, the wet tightness of its colon grasping around his hilt. The dragon moaned and flexed, its sphincter squeezing the human cock as if trying to milk it for its sweet load. It closed its legs around James's hips, easily pushing aside the human's hands. He was drawn into the the thrashing beast, locked in a vice like embrace of its long, muscular legs. Pounding the beast was like throwing yourself against solid ground, its flesh dense and unyielding yet radiating heat and slick wetness of mating juices. Squirting sounds were pushed out of its quivering hole with each thrust, like hot mud, sharp animal aromas of a barnyard mingling with the soap scented freshness of the baths. The metal cage around Aleaster's cock pressed against James's stomach, the metal heated up by the dragon's blood rushing in its bulging veins.

James groaned and whimpered, quickly finding himself caught in the inescapable current of Aleaster's own lust. It was all he could do to hump mindlessly into the dragon's clenching, pulsing passage, laying his upper body on the beasts chest as he was swept away. He could feel his cock occasionally push against something large and firm in the wall of the dragon's bowels, something that made the dragon thrash even more wildly and keen as thick, sticky fluid pumped out of his cock. The human and dragon soon found both their stomachs coated with the mess, and Aleaster's entrapped cock was pressed and squeezed between them as they slid against each other.
"A-A-A-lea-ster..." One clenched eye forced itself open, and James looked up into the dragon's face. His hands worked against the dragon's sides and up and down his neck, kneading, massaging, just feeling the dragon beneath him. His panting breaths quickened along with his thrusting as he felt the waves of pleasure crashing through him begin to reach a crest.

The dragon nodded and whined now, short little gasps between bouts of pleasure it felt. As James was driven over the edge so was Aleaster too by the feeling of warm cum flooding his ass. The human gasped as his lower abdomen clenched and throbbed, squirting jet after jet of thick cum inside his master. The dragon roared, the sharp sound echoing in the cavernous space, his tortured member finally achieving release. Watery dragon semen, runny like warm milk, gushed forth from the spout, the piss slit of his chastity device woefully inadequate for the volume. Cum squirted under the metal hood from every crack and gap, running along his shaft and on both of their stomachs and chests. The smell of his maleness was overwhelming the odor both rank and alluring at the same time, smeared on their skin, between them, around them… Aleaster grimaced "Ahh fuck, that smarts..." his cock was slowly receding, gaining sensation again like a limb grown wooden and slowly coming back to life.

James could only lay bonelessly on top of Aleaster, letting out the occasional soft moan as the pleasure that had shattered and scattered his thoughts began to recede. His member pulsed and began to soften inside the dragon, the hot passage milking it of a few last dribbles of cum. "Nnngh... ahhhh..."
He looked up at the dragon once more, blinking and staring as his mind began to rise up above the fog once more. "That... that was..." He gulped and swallowed. "Pleasant."
Aleaster laid his head on the floor. "Yeah, I really needed that."
He lifted himself up "You're not bad at all, young man." He narrowed his eyes. "But we will have a conversation later about your attitude. Making me plead, the nerve! This will go on your permanent record."

James winced as he was rolled onto the hard floor. "I... forgive me, I don't know what came over me..." His thoughts ran in a thousand different directions, shame and joy and a thousand other emotions swirling through him. He had enjoyed what they had done. As James pushed himself up, he grimaced as he felt the quickly-cooling mess that coated his lower half. "We should wash off. Should I assist you?" He finally forced himself to look over at the dragon.
"Let's. You can scrub my butt!" The dragon walked into a pool and lifted his tail, grinning insolently.

(BEGINNING OF A GREAT ADVENTURE, TO BE CONTINUED...)