DISTANT TOWNS (for Pale Blue Knot)
DISTANT TOWNS
(for Pale Blue Knot)
"Sir, where are we going?"
Sedric looked around uncomfortably, wishing he could suppress his blushing as he tried not to make eye contact with the people around him shooting looks of suspicion, confusion or amusement. He was glad to be so far from home right now, nobody in this town would be in a position to confront the dragon with long-term questions about why he was walking the streets in the blazing July sun wearing the slick yellow rainsuit and green rubber boots. He was sure they could see a hint of the leather collar fitted snugly around his throat as well, which probably explained why they seemed more focused on him than on the tall, stately lion walking ahead in long black rubber mackintosh and boots. Or perhaps it was just that the lion was far more confident in his outfit than the bashfully submissive dragon
"What's that? Speak up won't you?" The lion turned and looked over his shoulder only briefly. Sedric wasn't eager to repeat himself more audibly in this public space, but the lingering memory of the lion awaking him that morning with a rubber boot dug sharply into the dragon's balls kept him compliant. He swallowed and replied, as loudly as he dared:
"Where are we going Sir?"
Even without seeing the lion's face he knew he was smiling at that. Sir was judging everything very precisely in his public showing of his property. The raingear was strange but not obviously fetishistic enough to be unambiguous. To call the lion "Sir" was strange too but could as easily mean the dragon was an employee of some sort. Now the collar *did* raise a question or two, but Sir had made a point of not bringing the dragon's leash this time. If he were on a leash then the game was up. Right now Sedric had to keep on his toes trying not to out-and-out reveal his nudity under the slick yellow jacket and pants or the giddy erection he was sporting. Once again he thanked God if God existed for making him compact. He didn't know how the lion managed to hide his own treetrunk dick at times like these
After a leisurely pause the lion looked over his shoulder again with a wicked gleam and a growing smirk. "Why, we're just taking in the town. Don't you ever care to explore a new town? We could walk these streets all day and not see it all I'm sure!" Sedric swallowed nervously at that and nodded, hands folded behind his back to keep them in check and unquestionably away from his lust-perked dick. He was sure that "could" meant "will" in the lion's dictionary
Sir stopped walking and turned to the dragon as if struck by an afterthought. "And of course the town should get to see you as well," he smiled, "especially when you're such an... honest sight to see." He glanced down, reassuring his property that he was indeed aware of his stiff cock inside his raintrousers. Sedric's once-grey scales turned an even deeper crimson in the cheeks then. Of course the lion knew he'd be hard anyway. He really hoped the passersby were just normal enough not to check if he was sporting a bone under the hem of his rainjacket
"Come on now," the lion continued, turning again, "I want to find the market. A town like this *must* have an open air market and I have a purchase I want to make"
"Yes Sir," Sedric replied, a little louder than he'd wanted to and glancing around sharply to see if he'd just invited even more curiosity than before, but he couldn't tell. He could tell the lion was fighting the urge to push their public display into much more explicit territory though. The dragon didn't dare imagine what would happen if and when they found a pub or a café to settle in that had a sufficiently secluded spot
He felt his prick twitching again, rubbing against the inside of his waterproofs and exciting him further as he walked hurriedly after Sir. He needed to stop thinking about scenarios like that or he was going to end up losing it in the street. That thought didn't help his arousal either of course
Several streets later they were at the market, the lion idly browsing stalls of goods and produce, again obliging his property to linger with him and be on show to the other patrons. The lion knew already exactly where he was going, finally turning to the dragon and motioning to the correct stall, the one laden with greens of all sorts. "That's what I'm interested in," he said with a nod. Sedric followed his directions, careful not to look like he was looking at the pig minding the stall. Especially careful not to be seen trying to look more closely at the pig's muddy black boots just visible through the table
"You're going to get a cucumber," the lion said abruptly, snapping the dragon's attentions back
"Pardon Sir?"
"A cucumber. You know what a cucumber is," the lion replied. "Go ask him for a large cucumber. Stress that, it should be a *large* one"
Sedric felt his stomach churning at that. His cock twitching needily too. Between the arousal, the fear and the knowledge that failure would unquestionably mean his cock and balls becoming Sir's Welcome mat for the entire evening when they were back at the hotel, he managed to shakily take Sir's money and walk up to the counter
"I n-n I n-" He paused, cheeks still hot as the pig looked up at him, not really expressing anything in any direction about the stuttering dragon trying to give him business. Sedric took a deep breath and began again
"I need a large cucumber please"
The pig looked more baffled and put out than anything else. "Well, they're right there," he said, gesturing to the stall where they were indeed laid out in a tray in a way that suggested he was sure the dragon was an idiot. "That be all?"
"Oh, right! Yes, that's all," Sedric replied, trying not to faint. Quickly he picked out the largest-looking vegetable and money exchanged hands, the guilty dragon quickly scurrying back to Sir with a single cucumber in a paper bag. He didn't like th taste of cucumbers and neither did Sir for that matter, but he knew full well if they were going to do anything with the cucumber it wouldn't involve cooking. From the way the lion's eyes lit up as he inspected the girth and length of the vegetable, the dragon was sure they were going to
"You're ambitious as always," the lion chuckled. Sedric fought back a whimper as he imagined himself with pants around his knees, pushing the cucumber up his arse as the lion enjoyed the show and perhaps took photographs. Assuming he didn't elect to handle the insertion himself
By now, wandering the streets and shops again, Sedric's aroused state was becoming a serious problem for the dragon. Every step was rubbing his prick against the inside of the suit, he could feel himself twitching and spasming and staining the inside with occasional squirts of precum. "Sir," he began cautiously, "I'm..." He couldn't continue. He had no idea how to say it right there and then in that environment, but he was sure the lion would grasp exactly what he was trying to tell him. In truth he was sure Sir's reply was going to simply be to carry on walking. He could well believe the lion would have enjoyed hearing the humiliated dragon slave whimpering and struggling to appear normal and unaffected as his cock unloaded into his pants there in the middle of the street. He was bracing himself to be told to do exactly that, but the lion had other plans
"Come with me then," Sir said nonchalantly, striding off down the road. Sedric all but yelped and trotted after him, fighting the sensations shooting through him as best he could. The lion didn't walk far, casually rounding the corner into a nearby alley. Sedric almost bit through his lip at the sight, glad that this stretch of road was relatively quiet. There was no way in hell they could make this look ambiguous
Inside the alley Sir was waiting for him, stood by a dumpster that provided what little cover the alley had to offer. Sir gestured for the dragon to come around to him, the lion's huge physique providing rather more privacy for the shamefaced dragon
"Drop them for me," the lion said, turning his back disinterestedly to the street. Unlike Sedric he wasn't remotely concerned about being seen in the alley. Not that the dragon fooled himself for a minute that the lion was protecting his dignity right now. They both knew the large black screen hiding the diminutive dragon was just the best way of not being arrested on obscenity charges. As he was pulling his waterproofs down and letting his tool spring free, Sedric wasn't entirely sure Sir wouldn't allow him to be arrested on those charges. If only he could be arrested by policemen in raincoats of their own he might not mind it so much either
"Now you're going to perform for me," the lion said, more quietly than before. "Bend over dragon and get your feet together, I want to see that prick make a mess of those wellies"
"Yes Sir," Sedric said humbly, assuming the awkward position demanded of him and reaching down to begin squeezing and rubbing himself. The lion stopped him however, taking the cucumber out of its bag
"I want you to put this to use too whilst you're at it," he instructed. Sedric's eyes darted up and he nodded, taking it nervously in his free hand
"Do you want me to..." he trailed off again, gesturing behind himself. The lion snorted and rolled his eyes
"Not yet, I don't want to carry a soiled cucumber around. Get your tongue around it. Show me how you're going to say 'thank you' later"
Another nod of compliance and a "yes Sir" from the dragon, doing as he was told. The cucumber wasn't hard to work with, reverently circling his tongue around the end as he massaged his cock slowly, trying not to cum just yet to make sure Sir got the performance he wanted. Certainly the lion nodded and rumbled approvingly as the dragon licked, no doubt imagining or remembering shoving his own hard shaft into that bitch snout until the dragon gagged. Stepping up his activities the dragon began to suck the vegetable, only the tip at first but soon graduating to several inches filling his mouth and threatening to hit his throat as he whimpered, free hand still stroking and squeezing his prick at the same time
Endurance was impossible in his current state. Eyes squeezed shut, hoping he'd pleased Sir, the dragon stuffed as much cucumber into his mouth as he could and let his orgasm come, jets of spunk lashing the once-spotless green rubber toes of those wellington boots. It felt like heaven and humiliation together making a mess of them like that, but the lion simply chuckled and patted his head
"Good boy," he said, taking the cucumber back and inspecting it for teethmarks before rebagging it. "Now pull your pants up and let's find somewhere to eat breakfast. I'm sure they won't mind your dirty boots if you just don't tell them what you did to get them in that state," he said with a wicked grin
Sedric nodded and obeyed. They were here for five days yet. God alone knew what else the lion would yet do to him before they had to leave and go back to being relatively responsible in public