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The Brazen Dragon

Menos rode his carriage through dragon's territory until he saw a pair of the beasts dive towards him. They flapped their thunderous wings, putting distance between themselves and the mountain face, before opening their wings fully and diving like darts towards Menos.

For a minute, Menos did nothing but stare in fear at the approaching monsters. Despite the fact, he didn't have long. Dragon territory was nothing but grass and trees spread over a flat plain in every direction. Mountains formed jagged teeth along the horizon, miles away, and created a wall of grey across each horizon.

The pair of dragons had a clear line of sight on Menos. He had nowhere to run. They could kill anything that moved anywhere in this plain within minutes. And now he could see the shape of the dragon's wings now as they flew, able to lift an elephant's weight and tear through structures through sheer wind strength, but meant instead for their lizard bodies. Apex predators, soaring straight for him. And yet, for a minute, Menos watched them fly.

...

Reality kicked in, and Menos stopped the horses. He dropped his single bag beside the carriage, and unleashed the animals. He took their reins and went for the nearest clump of trees that provided some shade-- some cover between the horses and the dragon's vision. And then ran back to the carriage, and went through his bag's contents. He looked up to stare into its mouth.

His carriage was nothing less than a giant dragon replica. The whole thing was only slightly larger than a horse, though it weighed over three, and it stood quadrupedal on four legs. It took the stance of a creature about to pounce, with the front of the model held lower to the ground, while its back arched upwards. The tail finished the long curve, and furled back over the model's back, revealing the creature's large ass and balls to anyone standing behind. Its dick remained slightly hidden, though fully erect, under its belly. Below the tail, the creature's wings remained folded inwards and held to its back.

The metal skin radiated a shiny green colour that darkened as the metal travelled down its legs. And that's not forgetting its fierce musculature that threw violent shadows in the model's recesses.

It looked alive and ready to kill Menos as he stood in front of its grinning head. It wasn't the body that bothered him; it was its eyes. Lifeless, puppet-like things that followed him as he moved. He dragged himself away to open his bag.

Menos grabbed a spray first and applied it along the creature's neck. He went to move to the rear, but accidentally dropped the spray. He stared at it for a second, then left it in the grass.

With greater care, he pulled out a second bottle, this time a lubricant. Reaching behind its jaw, he flipped a switch. The jaw became loose and yawned open, revealing the smooth, metallic hole of its throat and flattened tongue.

Menos leaned to pour in the lubricant, but hesitated.

"I'm sorry; this shouldn't have happened."

He didn't wait for a response, and poured half of the lube bottle down the creature's throat before running to its rear and emptying a lot more. He let the empty bottle slide from his hands and ran for a patch of tall grass away from the horses.

...

It wasn't minutes left until they arrived, but seconds. Menos hid in the grass as two reptilian-giants landed. Two creatures capable of killing anything and anyone in an instant. They towered even greater than the model and the horses used to haul it.

Standing three metres tall and six long; a mass of leathery limbs that traversed feather-like across the grass. All ashen black and silent, they watched.

The first one waited on the other side of the carriage in the distance, while the second one stood mere metres away from Menos' face. Menos didn't breathe. He considered craning his neck upwards to see the thing that could kill him. Thought better of it. Besides, he might not like what he sees swinging above, or like it too much.

The second dragon-- the one closest to Menos-- picked up the scent first. Its tail whipped around above Menos and flattened the grass in violent cracks, before it bounded away. Menos finally looked up as it went, and saw what he half dreaded regardless. Its dick slid out of its body and began to widen. It swung almost as much as its wagging tail as it ran.

The other one on the other side got to the model first. It stood at the model's front, and lifted its snout and snorted the low curve of its neck. The dragon leaned closer and tried again.

For a moment, Menos thought its nose twitched towards the rest of the container in the grass, but it stayed at the neck, and, soon satisfied, it pulled back and began to move around to the other side. It knocked its head against the chest of the dummy as it went, then lifted its nose to the crotch and tried again there. Again, the nose twitched in another direction. The creature growled and made it to the backside snout first.

Menos hadn't planned on this happening, but at the place he lay, still breathing little, he had the perfect angle of the models, and now the first dragon's, backside. He watched as the monster threw its front legs over the metal hips and pressed itself closer, until its own hips pressed against the tail.

The creature made a happy, rumbling sound with its throat. Then it pushed forward again. It rubbed its dick out against the cool metal of the model's ass, and let the rest of its length push out with the motions, finally revealing its full erection. Three feet of solid flesh that drooled down into the grass between its legs. It gave a few jittery humps across the surface, then moved back until the penis slid off, and dangled horizontally in the air. It took a while for the dragon to find purchase again, but when it did, it pushed its full length inside with a dry slap of its balls. The dragon didn't waste its time. Patience seemed like a foreign concept as it ravaged the model and screamed.

The other one soon approached, and went straight for the head again. It seemed to admire the look on the model's face, and didn't try checking the added scent. The dragon pushed its erect, drooling tip of its flesh across the metal lips and smeared its pre-cum around in a thin coating with a spattering of wet slaps. The eyes still seemed to stare at Menos.

While the one at the back pounded away, the one at the front took its time getting itself fully hard. It delicately rubbed itself in small motions, as if encouraging the static model to move. Once its three feet of penis appeared, it pulled back, then speared forward into the willing throat. The dragon cried out with the sensation, then went into a similar frenzy.

Streams of cum leaked out and into the grass as it kept pounding its heavy hips in again and again, its tail wagging across the grass in large strokes. The dummy shuddered with each motion, but didn't move from its position. It took its vigorous pounding with a grin, as lubricant and the rest of the fluids drooled out with every slap of a monster's hip and balls.

Menos felt himself getting erect too. With nothing else to do, it was hard to ignore the wet sounds of pleasure going on a few metres away. He pawed at the clasp of his bottoms, then decided he would be too noisy. The dragons wouldn't hesitate to pull out and come back later if they felt something was watching them.

Menos sighed and rolled over onto his front, pinning his dick against the earth. In front of him, the dragons pounded happily away at the poised model. Their faces lolled open into familiar looks of blissful happiness and desire. They flashed their teeth, which partly scared Menos, but mostly left him more aroused. And for a moment, he forgot someone was inside.

...

Menos first spoke to Perry months ago. They'd both been at Menos's father's castle. Some sort of celebration. A celebration of the pure wealth that ran down in his family and directly into Menos' pockets. It didn't mean he had to enjoy his father's parties.

He had just spent the last few weeks once again trying to win over the emperor. It didn't work, but the wealth and power displayed around royalty still left him hungry. It was nothing like the fake power of his relatives, but a real, terrifying control over others that Menos deeply desired. He felt sick of his lion leopard-skin cloaks and century-old wines and really just wanted something to strive towards. However, his attempts with the emperor had so far appeared fruitless. In fact, he imagined he might have made things harder for him and his father. And it was under these circumstances that he returned home. It was his father's command, and he couldn't ignore him. Where else would he get his clothes?

Once there, he immediately attempted to drink himself into oblivion as quickly as possible, a ritual that often occurred at such gatherings. And unfortunately, it was under these conditions he first met Perry.

He bumped into the man as he was half dragged to bed. He had two servants under each of his arms, leading him to his room. They dragged him from the ground where he'd just been sick, and away from the noisy commotion. They passed a smoky open-hearth fire and stumbled into the blissful darkness, further inside the castle's recesses. The taller figure on the left mentioned a shortcut through a hall to their side. Definitely a servant, thought Menos. He nodded and felt nausea ripple across his head. He let them lead the way.

The hall was almost empty except for his father and his few friends lounging around a table, with food and drinks piled around them. Like him, his father was red in the face and having too much of a good time. Compared to Menos, his father was much larger. The man was rounded and pudgy from years of over eating, and his form rolled in sickening folds as he moved. It disgusted Menos as he knew he'd soon look the same.

Thankfully for Menos, his father usually kept his body hidden beneath large, flowing clothes, but he couldn't hide his face. His nose and eyes seemed like a small island in the fat of his face.

At this moment, he'd opened the robes over his chest to try to cool off. It was too warm with so many bodies, and the others looked to be in a similar state of decay. All except for the man stood in front; he waited on the other side of the table.

His thin frame pressed and fitted neatly into the cheap but practical robes he wore lightly across his body. For a second, it reminded Menos of the king, though the man's clothes were a light brown colour, and they hugged his frame more tightly. He looked to have drunk too little, or perhaps too much. He stood unwavering, but for some reason was talking to his father in an authoritative, demanding voice.

Menos couldn't see his face. He didn't want to see his face or anything more about him. Maybe he would think about it in the morning, or maybe not. It didn't matter; the voice was grating along his nerves like sandpaper and trumpets. He told the man on his left to not stop.

This one definitely has a handsome face, thought Menos.

They dragged along to another door at the opposite end, but that's when his father called out to them all. He slurred his words and somehow irked Menos more than the stranger. Against his will, the man on each shoulder turned clockwise to face the table, and Menos stood facing the man he hated most. The fat, lazy, annoying man that would someday be him, now leering at him across a table of food.

Menos considered starting a scene, but then he suddenly remembered he was on his way to his room, so he just stood there confused as he waited for his father to do something. The stranger turned too, and they all faced the sad, drunken trio.

"Menos! Take care of this man, Perry. I think he's got a few ideas you'll like!"

The laughter was abrupt and too loud. Menos winced. The stranger, Perry, turned back to the table, but Menos's father said nothing more. He just kept pointing at Menos and laughing. Sighing, the stranger turned around and walked over.

"Hooray, a fourth."

Menos reached for Perry to take his hand, but the support for his arm suddenly faltered, as the handsome man on his left ducked away and disappeared. His retreating footsteps quickly receded back to noise.

Menos stood uncomprehending for a second, his hand held limply out for the stranger. The other servant gave him a pitying look. Perry smiled awkwardly, and took the handsome man's position. Menos thought he was a short man, but he was just as handsome as the servant, so he didn't complain.

Or pretty even, thought Menos. _I'm surrounded by gorgeous men. This is wonderful. _

The group worked its way down the corridor in peace until he spoke.

"Was that your father?"

Menos stopped and tried not to be sick.

"Unfortunately."

The other servant dropped his arm and left. Menos swore at him, but the servant didn't stop or turn around. Perry and Menos stood in the hallway alone.

"Shit. I was really hoping I could get one of them to suck my dick before the end of the night."

He laughed and grabbed his crotch to show Perry, who sighed and looked around.

"Which is your room?"

"They're all my rooms. I own this big castle. All of it. Even those rooms," Menos giggled out. He gestured around with his hands but didn't continue.

"That's good to know," said Perry. He watched Menos for a moment to see if he would go on, then poked into the nearest room to their right.

...

Apparently, they had sex that night. Apparently afterwards, Menos still wasn't tired, so Perry described his plan to Menos of what he was trying to tell his father. Menos didn't listen, pretended to be a dragon too loudly, throwing pillows around then roaring. He then threw up and passed out on the one bed.

He woke up to Perry at his side, watching and holding him. They had sex again through the worst hangover of Menos's life. Perry sucked him off almost aggressively, greedily swallowing down his load before boldly kissing Menos on the lips. Menos liked the change of pace compared to others he'd been with; he just wished he had a second's warning before he was tasting himself on someone else. Perry just laughed when he told him.

After he got aroused again, they fucked for a while longer, before getting changed for the day. This is when Perry first described his idea, the one he'd told Menos's father. An insane, over the top, crazy idea to punish someone in a unique, unsettling way. And Menos loved it.

On a whim, he decided to fund the project and gave Perry a large sum of money from under his bed. It was a substantial amount stolen from his father, but Menos reasoned through his hangover that there's no point in stealing money unless you're going to do something stupid with it. He later promised himself never to drink again.

It didn't take long for the project to be finished. Once he saw it in the fields outside his castle, Menos stole more money from his father to pay for two horses. It wasn't enough, so he went back and stole more to get four horses, and for a day he and Perry rode it through the fields surrounding the castle, scaring birds and animals for miles.

They stopped beside a forest for a while and lay in the sheltered undergrowth. Perry stripped Menos down and showed him what touching his prostate felt like. And then he kissed Menos again after giving a quick warning. And Menos decided then and there that Perry was more handsome than his father's servants.

...

Months later, they rode through the capital to the emperor himself. Menos had made the journey many times before and ignored the numerous faces that appeared to watch the creature's passage. Out of every doorway and window, eyes caught the shimmer of the thing and turned to watch its flightless passage. Crowds stood silent, then broke into excited chatter. There was first fear as they saw it, then sniggers and laughter as its spread rear rode past.

They were allowed to drag the construction into the royal hall itself. The columns and arches stood more than wide and tall enough for them to ride in, though the number of stairs felt excessive even for the two riders. Inside, guards stood about with their backs straight along each pillar which held up the ceiling. Red carpets ushered them further down the hall to the chair and person of Emperor Phalaris.

He sat in sprawling robes of silver that, in their royalty, fell like water along the floor. He didn't cover himself with much else, and was simply adorned with a gold crown of flowers that looked painful around the ears. It sat above his long, bushy hair that flowed around his head, almost like another headpiece. He had stern eyes and a Stoic face that remained still as they approached. Despite all this, he was a small man in presence and stature. His belly poked out through too many mindless days of rule, and he remained slumped in his chair. He drummed his fingers as they approached.

For the occasion, Menos wore the grand clothes of his house. Deep blue robes of varied hues that accentuated his shoulders and arms. Pinned to his front, he kept an extra-large pin of his family's crest.

Perry wore the same thing he always wore and didn't seem at all interested in the wealth painted over everything around him.

As agreed, Menos turned to lead the horses away, and the servants joined him. They walked them back to the entryway and tied them to a pillar. Two of the servants brought water for the horses, while another mindlessly began brushing at one's mane. Menos imagined they needed something to do all day. He waited a few minutes before following a servant back to the main hall.

When he arrived, he noticed Phalaris looked both furious and bewildered. He was leaning forward off his chair and leering down towards Perry.

"You want the dragons to fuck them?"

"I don't hope they will; with the added scents, I know they will. They will see it from afar and will want to attack, but smelling it, they will instead go over and copulate with it and the person inside."

Phalaris leant back and curled his hand into fists.

"Knowing what it would do, why would you make it?"

Perry frowned.

"I thought it was a good idea, a good punishment even. I thought you would like it."

"Are you saying I don't like it?"

Phalaris stood up and everyone went quiet.

"Well..."

Perry stopped talking and waited for his emperor to continue. They watched each other through a long silence until the emperor spoke again.

"You made this yourself, did you not?"

"Yes."

"Yes, your excellency. Show some respect."

The guards moved forward from their positions on the pillars, and some placed their hands to the hilt of their weapons. All eyes were on Perry.

Phalaris strode down the short series of steps and shoved his way past the inventor, who kept his eyes to the floor. The emperor moved around the structure, tittering. Once he made it around one side of the dragon, he noticed Menos stood waiting nervously. Menos hadn't wanted to make himself known after the conversation he just heard, but his robes made it impossible. He got himself to stumble down into a bow.

"And you funded this one as well."

"Yes, your excellency."

Phalaris kept on walking and made his way around the model to its tail. His features twisted as he looked at the ass pointing towards the sky. He shook his head and kept making his way around until he stood looking at the lifeless eyes of the front.

Perry and Menos stood together at one side. Perry hopped from foot to foot and kept his eyes on the model. Menos watched the emperor's sandalled feet as they stopped in front of them. There was another moment of silence.

"I may have been a bit harsh. It is a beautiful construction."

The inventor looked up at the emperor. Phalaris seemed relaxed, but his face was too tight around his eyes, and he didn't seem to blink at all.

"Erm, thank you..." Perry forgot his title for a second. "Your excellency."

"Show me."

He motioned at the model.

"Excuse me, your-"

"Show me; how does it work? I couldn't find any place for a man to enter."

Menos could think of one. He hid his smirk behind his hand and wiped at his face. Perry nodded his head and moved back to the tail end. He reached under the wheels and brought out a small, handcrafted stepladder, which he unfolded and placed at the model's rear. Then, while heading up, he retrieved a key from one of his numerous pockets.

The key was masterfully constructed. Along its two faces, a Chinese dragon coiled and ran beneath the teeth until its jaw widened to become the length of the key, an eye on either side. Perry placed it into a hidden depression between the scales, and they heard an audible clicking sound. The tail twisted to one side as he retrieved the key.

Menos went forward and took it from him without a word, and Perry pulled down on the tail. It fell down slowly, like a lever. Clicking sounds could be heard from within, as hundreds of cogs moved in unison, and the entire back of the model opened along the length of the spine. The beast's back and wings opened like a flower, and came to the ground, revealing a hollow space within. The opposite side of the wings appeared like stairs to walk up and view the inside.

Phalaris looked surprised at its complexity, and he strode up to look at the interior. Menos and Perry followed from the other side and walked up the opposite wing.

Inside, the model resembled a human shaped mattress, except for the six holes spread around. The victim's legs and arms seemed to fit in the individual legs of the form, while the other two holes lay at either extremity of the person, with one towards the head, and the other against their ass.

Apart from what those holes implied; the inside looked comfy. A dark leather padding covered every surface and cushioning lay across the chest portion for extra support. Across it all, straps and harnesses waited. They formed like spaghetti across the leather, looking like a thousand belts stuck down with glue and loosened.

Menos noted to himself that it had a new carriage smell.

"What is that at the bottom?"

Perry looked at the wrong end, until he followed Phalaris' finger down to the underside of where the person would lay. A seventh, almost entirely invisible hole the width of a pencil rested over where the victim's crotch would be.

"Oh, that's err... that's there to drain any excess fluid," said Perry. Phalaris stared at Perry until he remembered.

"Your excellency," he blurted. They heard a guard cough further down the hall in the quiet.

Menos twirled the key between his fingers and waited for whatever happened next. Perry's voice rang through his head again and again, saying, 'fluid that escapes.' How much fluid do they produce for the hole to be necessary? Father won't be pleased.

"I asked you to show me."

Phalaris' voice was quiet and Menos found himself leaning closer.

"Your-"

"Shut up," he exploded, slamming his fist against the model. Guards moved to the lowest step and waited, an instant away from drawing swords. The emperor's commands were not to be ignored.

"Just stop... Is this functional?"

Phalaris turned to Menos who nodded. He thought it best not to say anything; he needed to get out of here as soon as possible. He should have left the second he saw what had happened.

Phalaris turned back to Perry, who nodded. Everyone stared at him. He made a little whimpering noise, then clambered into the contraption. His legs sank in silently between the leather like quick sand. Menos put the key in his pocket and moved to tie him in.

"Do the victims go in with clothes?" Said Phalaris. Menos and Perry looked at each other but didn't move.

"I said-"

"No, your excellency, they wouldn't. It can get quite hot at times and could possibly interfere with the drainage," interrupted Menos.

The circle drew tighter. He heard swords draw behind him. Phalaris' head moved like the pulling of a cork. Menos braved looking into his eyes: venomous pits that sought to consume him. Phalaris's face broke into a snarl, but he spoke in whispers to Menos.

"The only reason I don't have you killed now is out of respect for your father. But you are not him. You come here with dumb inventions and schemes hoping to win me over, like this is all some game!"

He gestured around towards the room and the absurdly long columns that ran the length of the room. His hand faltered and rested back on the metal contraption they all stood upon.

"I know how you paid for this. Your father will learn of it... once I'm finished. And I can't promise he will be so generous and forgiving."

Menos bit his lip and jerked his head, nodding.

"I want a proper demonstration," continued Phalaris, "I would like to see how it works."

Very carefully, making no sudden movements, Menos released the few straps he had tied, and Perry clambered out. He took off his top and handed it to Menos. Menos just dropped it below, hoping it hadn't landed on someone. He didn't think they'd need it again any time soon.

When he turned back, Perry stood half-naked in his undergarments. Despite his appearance through his clothes, Perry was a surprisingly lithe figure. All bones and wide curves along his frame. He had surprisingly large hips for his body, and an even larger ass that Menos admired. Enjoyed, even, a while ago. Perry's skin was spotless and pale, never having seen sunlight through the same clothes day in and day out. He looked tiny, trembling on top of a dragon.

Eyes stared at him, all around, though Phalaris looked unfazed. Despite their precarious standing positions, he held himself tall and waited. Everyone knew Perry's undergarments were expected to go too.

So, with sudden haste, Perry pulled off his pants and flung them away in another direction. Menos was positive they must have hit a guard, but he heard nothing from below. He watched Perry dive into the suit and model, hiding himself in the material.

Menos waited until he was settled before moving to apply the straps. He finished the main ones around each limb and his back before leaning to Perry's ear and asking if it was alright.

"The one around my left leg is too tight, can you loosen it?"

_Did Perry have any idea what was going to happen to him? _

Menos straightened up. The pair gazed down at Perry, who tried pulling against the restraints. Menos felt his eyes drifting to his ass and hoped Phalaris didn't catch him. He focused on something vaguely in the distance, while watching the emperor through the corner of his eyes.

And for a while, nothing happened.

"Does this show that it works?"

It was followed by another complete silence. The guards had at some point moved back to the pillars, and now stood sentry and bored.

"What's stopping Perry keeping his mouth closed or clenching too hard?"

Menos cleared his throat before answering.

"There are more harnesses, your excellency." Menos's mind itched. _'The only reason I don't have you killed now is out of respect for your father'_He didn't need to be told what to do. He took one last brave look at Phalaris, before moving back down to restrain his friend.

A series of metal rings fitted through Perry's mouth and were tied to the sides of the hole at the front. His jaw gaped open, and he made a few noises without consonants, as if to prove he couldn't close his mouth any more. His saliva trailed along the leather.

On the other end, Menos tried pushing a metal ring into his ass. Menos expected Phalaris to turn away, but he watched it all. And it just wouldn't go in, not without lube. He gave up being nice and just shoved it in. Perry cried out and it ricocheted along the hall.

"Now let's lock it up."

Phalaris moved to the front of the dragon, while Menos moved to the back. The design was immaculate, and it only took a second to close and lock. When he got back to the front, Phalaris opened his hand for the key, and Menos handed it over.

And just like that, he'd handed over his friend's freedom. Without a fight, his one friend was now stuck uncomfortably pressed inside his own dumb invention. And in large part, it was entirely Menos's fault for enabling it.

He turned away and gazed within the mouth of the dragon. After two feet of rubber tubing, the dark, open mouth of Perry waited and drooled, while his tongue moved around, pushing against any foreign forms in reach.

Menos couldn't bear to watch it any longer, to feel the distant breath blow across him, which hadn't long before been pressed against his lips. He reached around, and found the mechanism behind the model's jaw. He pressed it, and listened to the whirring of cogs, as the jaw closed tightly back into a grin.

...

Phalaris moved back to his throne. From there, he called servants to take away Perry's clothes. The servants looked confused at who had been wearing them and picked them up, gazing around. It was at that moment the dragon groaned, and they scurried back into the palace.

"Has the demonstration been ample, your excellency?"

"No."

Menos waited for him to go on.

"Menos," he continued, "you have attempted many times to win my favour, and I hope this is the last time. I didn't think you were cruel. I thought your father had raised you better than that. But that... thing is evil. And, maybe that's the point."

Thoughts drifted across his face, then with a wave of his hand he turned back and went on.

"The inventor claimed it wouldn't kill anyone. Is this true?"

Menos nodded.

"It is true, your excellency."

"Then I've come to a decision. The inventor is to be punished for creating such an abomination. You will lead him to dragon territory, and leave him there until dragons have had their way with him. If he is still alive, you may bring him back. If he is killed, and that thing is nothing more than a glorified coffin, you may not return to this empire."

Menos was at a loss for words, but he didn't have much of a choice. There's no way his father could save him this time, even if he wanted to, which Menos knew for sure he now wouldn't. He always wanted to be rid of his heritage, but he had no idea he would leave it like this.

Feeling numb, he retrieved the horses and left the palace. He pushed back through the crowds and thought about Perry. He thought about the emperor's and Perry's shared look of horror, as they both realised the full extent of the machine's function. At some point, both realised the violence in its inherent design, and yet despite this, here Menos now sat, on the shoulders of a dragon, smiling and laughing along to an excited crowd.

...

Menos tried to imagine what it was like for Perry now. Stuck inside the beast of a monster, foot-long pieces of flesh pushing into him at both sides. Inches of unwashed penis pushing into his throat, he struggles to breath as warm pre-cum runs into him. It tickles; he tries to cough and can't. It has lathered every surface with heat. Some of it moves down his chin and mingles with the spit that he's been drooling for hours.

He can't close his nose either, it's the only way he can breathe. And every breath brings back the virile smell of dragon sweat and cum that's just collecting around him. It's sickening; it drives him insane.

He pulls for the millionth time against the harnesses that he himself made sure couldn't be escaped from. And it's dark there. He never thought about the light, as he always worked with the back open, but now he wished he had. Flares of light flash with each pull and ram of the dragon into his face. And he's dizzied and hypnotised with the motions.

Just one day, he thinks again. The cum is on his nose, and it's hard to breathe. The air is damp and salty. Just one day, he thinks again. _Just one day. _

He had no idea there would be this much; the seventh hole was just there in case a person was inside for days at a time, or they needed to be washed without taking them out. You could just open the back and pour water in, then close it again once done.

Perry didn't think he'd be washed any time soon. Not with anything but the thick loads that rolled along everything in reach. He coughs again as it pushes deeper, widening his throat further until he feels he's being impaled. Surely, he thinks, something will snap! But the dragon pulls back, and there's another flash of light. He catches sight of the penis head: a thin slit leaking a constant stream which sprays in his face as it rockets forwards. There's a second where it disappears from view, then it's poking his neck from the inside. Perry gags and closes his eyes.

At the other end, seven inches ram into him. It burns his muscles. He can barely feel his legs or ass anymore, but he can feel it when it pushes _that_part. Against his will, he moans against the dick, creating a wet gargle. His prostate was slowly becoming his new heaven-away-from-heaven. And somewhere underneath, he feels himself get hard. He throbs and wishes for release. Soon begins praying for it silently as the monster's scream. Over and over, he feels his ass stretch and release, his hips chafing the smooth leather holding them. Cum rolls down his crack as it pulls back, tickling his balls, and Perry wishes for an orgasm. _They could at least give me that. _

More and more cum runs out of both ends. It's filled the inside, painting everything in a thick haze of salty goo. After a while, Perry can no longer tell what's his own and what's theirs when everything looks the same. In his mouth, the penis jumps forward.

It tastes sweet, but it's too much. He swallows, and it's replaced with another quick stream, and more this time. His throat aches to take it, dry from a thousand pounding motions and swallows. The penis pushes into it, leaving its mark there. He tastes every drop and shudders.

...

The front dragon rocked a few more times, causing the structure to roll back on its wheels. He moves with it, growling, shoving his dick in further with a squelch of dribbling cum. He jumped up, his legs now on the shoulders of the model, and hammered himself in. His face opened and drooled in ecstasy. He screamed once more before sagging onto the back of the structure. No cum spills out the rim; Perry was taking all of it.

What kind of king would do this? Thought Menos.

What kind of person would make this? Or even think it's a good idea and fund it? Came the reply. _The emperor was just as bad as Menos and Perry, he just had more power. _

And that makes him dangerous, Menos thought.

"The only reason I don't have you killed now is out of respect for your father", said Phalaris. His cold eyes followed Menos as he pushed the rings into Perry's mouth. Perry struggled and tried to bite him away, but Menos knows their alternative is death. He had no choice, and even now he felt the pressure of Perry's teeth against his hand as he forced in the last ring.

_But I have a choice now... _

Menos promised himself that he was never going to visit the emperor again. He would return the model and get Perry released, and then that would be it. This was too close. There must be easier ways to gain power than sucking up to those above. He would find a way. He and Perry: a perfect team if Perry could ever forgive him...

From his position, Menos no longer needed to imagine the smell, and he realised that it was more sweet than salty. It made his killer erection pressed beneath him in the grass feel even worse. He had tried rubbing himself and playing with a nipple, but it wasn't enough. He watched the dragons almost as frantically as they rocked, hoping they would be done so. Now that his moral panic was over, all he wanted was to finish and to go home.

...

Each dragon seemed to nod to each other, before they each pulled out. It was like the popping of a fuse. It was like the collapse of a dam, or a stone thrown into a river. The thicker bases of their penises pulled out before the rest of the dick suddenly shot out with a spray of semen. Their loads seemed to steam and visibly cool in the air as they drooled out, with the thicker chunks creating splashes in the sticky mud below.

Menos almost imagined he heard coughing, before the two dragons took flight and left the scene. But Menos thought he might just be imagining things. In the wake of the dragon, the plain was once again silent.

Menos threw off his blue robes, revealing his muscular chest and hair. He wasn't an athletic enthusiast, but you wouldn't get that impression from looking at him. He brought his hands down his chest, and tensed, before moving lower and throwing off his bottoms. His penis swung out into the cold, throwing a line of pre-cum into the air. He dipped his fingers to the head and gave it a light pinch, then with both hands, gave himself a few strong pumps. He moaned wildly into the field and didn't care. This was his time now.

Menos decided to prolong his session and let go at the last minute. He whimpered then sighed, watching his erection bounce freely in front of him.

This is great, but I really want to be filled. I would kill for Perry's hands and length right about now, though I could always do it myself... If only I had lube.

Menos wet his finger as much as he could, then reached behind and pressed himself. He hissed for a second as he once again got used to the invasive feeling. He tugged at himself, then used his second hand to work as well. Awkwardly, he pushed in deeper and pressed around until he found the spot.

Instantly, his dick twitched and spat out more pre-cum. Menos huffed and tried again, and shuddered as he found it. He took his other hand away and began rubbing at his balls. He sank into the grass and let out a low moan. Using deep breaths to relax, he began working himself to orgasm.

...

Masturbating got boring quickly. Menos wanted to be filled. He sat staring at the model, and at the metal length that waited erect underneath. It was too tempting. He didn't move, but stared at the dick, and it seemingly taunted him. And the longer he sat still, the more he wanted to go over.

Menos checked the skies one last time, then ran over to the model, dick swinging with his hips. As he got closer, the smell became overwhelming and made his head dizzy. He sped up his running and nearly slipped on the first splatters of the dragon's loads. Carefully, then, he stepped into the puddle, and crouched beneath the model.

Menos glanced at the sky one last time before focusing on the model's length. It stood over a foot in length. Its girth remained constant until reaching the head, at which point it inflated an extra centimetre or so. Through a pea sized hole in the tip of the head, a string of cum lolled out and ran off into the grass. Menos imagined what it would taste like and licked his lips. He checked the skies again.

The lube bottle was where he had left it, and he really had used the whole thing. He moved around to the back and looked at the cum still flowing and thought that it would have to do. Ignoring the smell, Menos cupped his hands and pushed it beneath the creature's ass. The load slowly built up in his hands and left them warm.

He almost forgot what he was using it for, and hurriedly bent over against the model and spread it between his ass. It made his skin a bit too hot, but it felt nice. Satisfied, he pushed his three fingers inside his hole, and met no resistance. He played with himself and spread his legs further to give his hands more room. Again, he thought he heard coughing, but he ignored it.

He moved back underneath the model to the dripping length, and quickly spread himself against it. It prodded at his ass and slowly felt himself gape around the head. The weight pushed into him, dragging apart his muscles and leaving him quivering. It was like a lightning bolt to his system; the pressure was incredible. He kept shuddering and trying to relax, but he hadn't ever taken something this large. Even an inch in, and it felt overstimulating.

His ass suddenly contracted as the head of the penis got swallowed inside. Menos gave himself a minute before going on and moving another inch. He let a moan slip from his lips. Perry probably heard him. He didn't care.

He felt the cum building up and bubbling inside, the excess running down his legs. Pushing back, he took five inches and pushed to go further. Menos wanted more. His dick bounced and sprayed, and he kept pushing and pushing more. He let out another ragged moan and arched his back, letting the length touch him in all the right places, he--

His feet slipped on the sticky ground beneath him, and his whole body swung down onto the model. Five inches pierced him and he came violently. His meagre load sprayed across his legs into the air, added itself to the muddy pile below.

Even after regaining his footing, Menos could barely stand. He nearly slipped again as he clenched helplessly and let out a high-pitched moan, breaking the silence. Nothing had ever made him feel this filled before.

He couldn't help himself; he had to know. He reached down to taste a drop of the dragon's cum running down his thighs. It left him nauseated and happy, as he worked himself towards his third orgasm.

...

Menos slid off and fell to the ground with a splash. He came again, though the ground was now cold. He felt hollow. Hollow and used and perfectly at ease as he dragged himself from under the dragon.

In front of him stood a living dragon. It was huge: twice the size of the one he sat under and a bright blue colour that darkened around its legs. It made a low humming sound in its throat like the movements of a volcano, but didn't move.

Menos didn't notice. He ignored it all and watched its large, unblinking eyes. It stood in the grass a few metres away over his blue robes that had become tatters in its claws. It stared at Menos and his body, and its own cock slid out. Its dick began to drool in needy, throbbing spurts.

It wasn't the only one. More dragons landed and hungrily watched the naked, dripping man as he quivered. Behind him, Perry coughed again.