Room Service
Nothing about this felt real to him as he was climbing out of his car, hauling out his precious kit-bag with furtive, embarrassed glances all around. The mouse knew he must look exactly like the middle-age middle-management pervert he felt like... probably because he was a middle-age middle-management pervert of course. But it was the price to be paid, and he had needs that were long overdue for attention
"I should never have gotten divorced," he muttered to himself ruefully. Whatever arguments he and his ex-wife had between them, she was always more than able to match his peculiarities behind the bedroom doors. Still that was a good while ago now. He locked the car and headed into the Haremond North Inn, whistling "The Green Door" as he went
He didn't bother to speak to the possum sat at the desk flicking through a magazine and she didn't bother to acknowledge him, probably used to portly men in shirt and slacks wandering through here looking suspicious. Christ, that gave him pause for thought as he stepped into the elevator. When he'd booked this appointment it had been made explicitly clear to him that there would be no guarantee or forewarning who or what would be waiting in the hotel room or what they'd be expecting him to do for them. He was however expected to fulfil their desires no matter what they were. In turn he'd have his own fantasies attended to by whoever came through the door after him, again with no promise as to who that person might be or even if they'd be male or female. The service provider's only further comment was: "be open minded or get the hell off my books now." Blunt but fair, the mouse supposed. "I'm going to end up with a cock in my arse aren't I?" he muttered aloud as he stepped out and walked down the hall towards his destination. "Well, fair enough," he added. Bi-curious wasn't his thing but if it meant he was going to get his own needs sorted out he'd bend over and think of England
Room 132. It had a 'Do Not Disturb' sign hung on the door. And the door was green, which struck him as eerie somehow. The mouse quickly fumbled in his pocket for the paper he'd scribbled these important details down on and knocked a precise seven times. "Lettuce," he called out as he finished, feeling foolish but appreciating the need for passwords. A moment later he heard the door click open, then to his surprise it remained slightly ajar as whoever was inside audibly scurried away. He almost pulled it closed again and walked away, not sure if his own needs were enough to justify someone else's violent rape fantasy such as he was now picturing. He found himself wondering how the service provider handled this sort of thing when it happened, after all it seemed like it was all very precisely organised and one person deciding to bail out would have to be a major spanner in the works. Eventually lust, curiosity and the memory of how much this had cost all convinced him to pick up his kit-bag and step inside
"Hello?" he called once inside. It was obvious that whoever else was here had darted into the bathroom, but they weren't responding. He kicked the door closed behind him, dropped his kit-bag carefully and went to look at the most obvious element in the room, the folded paper sat on the bed. "Jesus," he said with a chuckle under the breath as he read it. Now he looked over at the wardrobe space where a long, shiny yellow raincoat and black rubber boots were waiting alongside a small heap of other objects he wasn't nearly so familiar with despite the note's helpful explanations. "Okay, if it's what the guy wants. Hope he could use his psychic powers to guess my size..."
The mouse stripped out of his day-to-day clothes, patting his semi-erect cock and playing with it to help stiffen himself up. He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to go about having sex with another male for the first time, but the novel, indeed distinctly absurd experience he was being asked for was enough to at least get him curious. On went the heavy fisherman's raincoat, the mouse wondering for a moment if the person cowering in the bathroom would prefer it open or closed. He guessed closed as he adjusted it around his nervously twitching tail, after all he could still unbutton it again later. Next came the boots, then just for fun he picked up the jockey whip and swished it through the air with a grin. A quick stop at the utility fridge provided to confirm that the note spoke truth about its contents, then he grinned even wider and went to "greet" the room's occupant
"Get the fuck out here," he said coarsely, standing by the bathroom door. With an audible whimper, a grey-scaled dragon with red ear membranes and spectacles came out to present himself. The mouse wasn't remotely surprised to see he was wearing a two-piece yellow rainsuit of the same slick and rubbery material as the mac he himself had on. Where the mouse's boots were black, the dragon's were ocean blue. The mouse wasn't surprised either at the dragon's half-hearted attempt to mask the diminuitive bulge in his slick trousers
"So you're the guy whose sex fantasies I have to make happen huh?" the mouse jeered, the dragon nodding in return. The mouse could see the two of them were probably equal short-arses, but the dragon's cowering made him seem so much shorter and more vulnerable. He couldn't completely tell if the dragon was performing or not, but he could tell he was enjoying himself. "Drop 'em," the mouse instructed, hands on hips
"Yes Sir," came the reply, the first words the dragon had managed so far, and a moment later his pants were around his knees as his short, stiff cock bobbed excitedly in the air. The mouse fought back a laugh at the sight of it, seeing how the dragon's cheeks turned as red as apples in response. Figuring it helped nobody for him to hold back, he reached out and planted a hand on the offending organ, making its owner squeak slightly at the rough palm making abrupt contact with his balls
"Christ that's small," the mouse said casually as he cupped the dragonmeat. Holding another man's cock was certainly new to him, but not so appalling either. It was just another piece of flesh, even if the dragon was already dripping slightly onto his palm, and god knew he'd handled his own enough times since he was ten years old. The mouse snorted and wiped the drops of excitement off on his raincoat, guessing again that it would appeal to the dragon's interests. "Okay," he said as he began unbuttoning the slicker, "lemme show you what you should have down there"
Now the mouse was on display, enjoying the dragon's wide-eyed excitement at being put in his place like this. The mouse didn't think of himself as gigantic, but he knew he had a good and thick eight-and-a-half inches to his name where the dragon's pecker had to be half at most. The mouse was rapidly rethinking his "not bi-curious" stance: having the submissive, underendowed male there to compare himself to was proving to work wonders for his good mood. "Now then," he flicked the jockey whip abruptly against the dragon's balls, enjoying the pained wince it produced, "why don't you get down and start off showing that a little respect, huh?"
The dragon was quick to his knees, both hands eagerly on the mouse's genitals as he began to press his lips to the meat on offer in a reverential kiss. "This is definitely worth getting gay for," the mouse thought to himself as he planted his whip-free hand on the back of the dragon's head. He definitely knew how to worship a cock, and the note gave a lot of leniency in how he could be treated. Licking his lips, the mouse began pulling his worshipper forwards, his cue to the dragon to stop kissing and start sucking
"Yeah I can tell you like that," he sighed as he began to fuck the dragon's snout gently. At the same time he tried to relax, clear his mind and see if he could do what now came to him. He couldn't resist a victorious chuckle as it began, a very slow and sporadic trickle of piss flowing from his hard cock and into the dragon's mouth as the cocksucker moaned in surprise but swallowed subserviently all the same. "We'd better go in the bathroom," the mouse said, pulling back a little reluctantly, "if we're gonna keep on like this"
the dragon rose and waddled into the bathroom as instructed, his short stiff cock waggling comically with the movement. For his part the mouse quickly gathered up the remaining toys provided, the leather cuffs and the black rubber ballgag. He wanted to try tying the dragon up, but first he wanted to finish emptying his bladder. As the articles were dumped unceremoniously in the bathtub, he turned back to the male with his pants down and pushed him back onto his knees, this time pushing him backwards as he grabbed his hard shaft and began releasing another gentle trickle down the front of the dragon's mac
"Enjoying being pissed on?" the mouse mocked, the dragon nodding shakily in response. "Bet you'd like to rub one out on my boots huh?"
"Oh god yes Sir," the dragon panted. The mouse laughed wickedly as his stream of piss was expended. Then he reached into the bath for the cuffs, and soon his kneeling toilet found his hands bound behind his back
"Well you can rub one out when I tell you you can, and not before," the mouse smirked. "In the meantime open wide, you've got a cock to suck. And take your time huh? I like a lot of teasing with my blowjobs and we've got a while yet." For emphasis he picked up the riding crop again, tapping the defenseless male on the snout with it. The dragon squeaked pitifully, opening wide and letting the mouse cheerfully stuff his mouth with his prick
Whatever his usual orientation, the mouse was not regretting finding himself fulfilling the peculiar dragon's desires, tail whipping lightly back and forth behind him as he gripped the dragon's horns for handles. "That's good, keep sucking it gently just like that," he panted as he thrust slowly, enjoying the way the dragon's tongue rolled and curled around him. "Mmm, I wanna gag you, just a little, show me what you can get in that cocksucker snout." And he did, pushing deeper and holding it as he felt the dragon struggle to accomodate. It felt good to do it, watching nearly seven plump inches disappear as the dragon took it without resistance. Normally he would never be so cruel, but knowing how it pleased the kneeling male was definitely opening him up to the possibilities. The raincoat was still bizarre as hell of course, but given what he'd brought with him he wasn't about to judge
He pulled back again, letting the dragon suck more comfortably, pulling out completely to let him lick and kiss his cock and balls again. "Bloody hell you've got some talent!" he grunted
"Thank you Sir," the dragon replied, only for the mouse to tap him sharply on the nose with the crop
"Less talking, more sucking," his dominant commanded, pushing deep into his snout again. "I want to cum in your slutty mouth"
Fucking the dragon's snout was easier and easier as the mouse became accustomed to how deeply he could bury his cock there, the snout's owner whimpering and humming around it in turn as he served. Odd glimpses down let the mouse see the stiff dragonflesh dripping its own seed, the mouse laughing and tapping his rubber boot against it. There was no denying it, the dragon's excited little pecker was cute, and knowing he enjoyed being ridiculed over it only made it more so. Pulling the dragon in close once more and with a satisfying moan he lost it, hot mouse spunk filling the dragon's snout as the murine cock throbbed and pulsed with jets of cum. Temporarily sated, he held the dragon in place as he released another lazy stream of piss, sliding backwards to let the last of it trickle over lips and rainjacket again
"What shall we do with you next?" the mouse wondered aloud, shaking his dick dry over the dragon
"Would you like to be rimmed Sir?" came a cautious answer
"Thought you'd never ask," the mouse replied. The thought hadn't even occurred to him, not at any point in his life in fact, but he was on the dragon's ride now and damned if he was turning any suggestions down. He turned away from the dragon, legs apart, and swept his raincoat aside to present his arse to the dragon's tongue. He trembled a little, the mask of dominance slipping as he was penetrated for the first time, but quickly found himself adjusting to the stimulation and the taboo thrill of it. The dragon clearly loved it, probing cautiously deeper second by second. The mousemeat was hardening up again from his efforts. "Good dragon, get it in there," he sighed, momentarily wondering what it would be like if the dragon fucked him. He wasn't sure if he was ready for it, let alone if the dragon would be interested in taking such an active top role when he seemed to want to be subjugated as much as possible. It was a hell of a thought though, the mouse letting himself picture being bent over and sodomised, cock aching for it. If he weren't already being worked up to his second gay orgasm of the day and of his life he would've broken out in a panic at the thought, but...
"Okay okay," he said aloud, reluctant to actually stop the dragon but not wanting to unnerve himself with his wandering mind or otherwise become too hypnotised by the rimjob to continue doling out the abuse. "Stand up dragon, we need to work on that arse of yours"
Mouse was definitely enjoying issuing these orders more than he enjoyed ordering anyone around at work. At work he was management and everything was about what his subordinates had to do for him in turn to do for the company. He did his best to be a likeable boss but still it was no pleasure for any of them. Meanwhile he could bully the dragon around forever and the bound and scaly male was in paradise. He lifted first the dragon's cuffed arms and then the thick, strong tail to thread it between them, an improvised bondage to ensure those soft, scaly buttocks were good and unprotected. The dragon was nervous, unsure if pain or a sound buggering was to follow. The mouse scolded himself for his own nerves as his paws kneaded that pliant behind, feeling his insecurities at sex with another male creeping back. His accomplice deserved a confident dom. At least his prick wasn't softening any
To keep himself in the swing of it he slid his finger between the dragon's cheeks, down over the pucker of his hole and then on to grasp, roll and lightly squeeze his balls. A short, shartp tap drew a yelp from their owner, and he smiled as he realised what to do next
"C'mere," he said as he reached for the ballgag and drew the dragon at the same time into a French kiss, whiskers tickling against the scaly snout. His first gay kiss, after his first gay orgasm and it was with a prostitute at that. And then he did the math and realised technically he was the dragon's prostitute, again imagining that stubby prick invading his arse or mouth. Everything he expected himself to be was being upturned and he was enjoying it! The ballgag was fitted and strapped tight into place, kissing the dragon's cheek again, pressing his hard shaft against his thigh. Its wearer was bent unsteadily over the bathtub. The mouse raised the whip
The first blow got a muffled yelp as the dragon nearly toppled into the bath, the mouse chuckling and resting his non-whipping paw on his shoulder to help keep him stable. It was the first time he'd really paid physical attention to the slick gear the dragon liked so much, the smooth but loose feel and the shine of it. Not his thing, least of all in bright canary yellow, but he could understand his cohort's love for it. He raised the whip and struck again
Twenty good strokes across the arse and the odd one across his thighs or his inviting balls later, the mouse dropped the whip and played his fingers over the whimpering male's red raised welts. For a moment he imagined stroking his dick until they were salved in his spunk, but why waste a good hard-on on a simple cum-soaking? "You love this so much," he chuckled, the gagged dragon nodding in response. "Yeah, you haven't had enough yet, little-dick. Over here." The mouse buttoned up his slicker again, imagining the dragon liking it this way. Then he sat down on the toilet with a stern expression and waited for the cuffed, pantsed dragon to hobble over
Now the dragon was over his knee, mouse's paw on his already-raw arse, feeling the weight on top of him and sandwiching his cock between his belly and the inside of the slick. He hoped the dragon would like this as he raised his paw
The dragon arched with the first well-aimed slap, the mouse treating him like a father disciplining a naughty child. The whip was interesting, but what he really wanted was the more hands-on touch and a little roleplay to justify punishing the dragon so thoroughly. He didn't make it too specific, after all he didn't know whether the dragon would want to be spanked by "daddy" as such, but he could tell from the rosy cheeks he was feeling especially humiliated to be treated this way. And he could tell from the stiff cock squirming against his knee with every spank that he liked it. Several more followed, punctuated with verbal reassurances that the dragon deserved what he got as well as his fingertips tracing the red stripes the whip had left before. He reached between the male's legs to roll and squeeze that vulnerable nutsack again, testing the dragon's endurance. He couldn't help laughing as his partner writhed and kicked his legs up futilely, less out of cruelty and more out of amusement that it felt more normal having the dragon's package in his hand than it had to kiss him. Well, he was learning
He was hard as iron too, sucking a finger and crudely sticking it up the dragon's butt. "Good boy," he purred, "you'd love more than just my finger up there huh?" The dragon nodded obediently. In fact the mouse was again half-considering the dragon's fingers or even his petite prick up his own arse again, marvelling at the thoughts. But if he was going to end up with dragonmeat inside him it wasn't just going to be just yet. Two fingers were pushed into the pliant sub now before the mouse decided to go for it
"Alright, up," he said, pushing the dragon upright once more and observing the wet patch on his knee left by his wriggling. "You really like your waterproofs huh?" he smirked, getting another blushing nod. "Well I don't mind," he continued, wrestling his own tool free between his raincoat's buttons. He knew already the dragon would love the sight and promise of it, obediently turning and presenting his raised tail to the mouse. "Good boy," he soothed again, molesting his scaly buttocks before tugging the bitch male down into his lap
Once he again he felt the sub squirming and whimpering around his gag as the mouse's cock pressed against the pucker of muscle, slowly splitting him open. "Should've used lube," the rodent thought. That was definitely the problem when he and his ex had experimented like this. Not nearly enough lube. Though the dragon didn't fight back particularly. He seemed much more of a pain fiend than either divorcee had been, and from the feel of it he was sure the dragon had to be enjoying an impressive amount of action. "You are an absolute slut aren't you?" he said, thinking the dragon might like to hear it aloud. The shudder and nod told him he was right
Now his new friend was back in his lap, the mouse's cock buried to the hilt. Despite the dragon's tail and bound arms between them he managed to wrap his limbs around him, one paw on his slick belly helping the dragon ride his fat cock whilst the other wrapped around the smaller one being offered by the horny dragon. Now there was definitely no denying he was getting hot and heavy with another male as he began wanking him off at the same time that he was thrusting up into him. "Oh yes, good dragon," he said, nuzzling behind his earsail, "I bet you need to cum as much as I do." The mouse wanted him to cum, eager to prove himself. Part of him wondered if the dragon was so non-threatening as a sex partner because his penis was so small. The mouse hoped that wasn't it, he preferred to think of himself as simply open-minded enough to get hot and homosexual with the guy. He ran his tongue against the dragon's neck to keep himself thinking only about fucking him good and hard, rubbing his prick more firmly at the same time. Christ he'd never be able to tend the garden in his workboots again without thinking of this guy! He was getting close to cumming as the dragon bounced with more and more vigour, that expert hole stroking his cock whilst he returned the favour. "C'mon, cum for me," he grunted in the dragon's ear, "shoot that little prick, you're not wearing that slicker for nothing..."
It was he who came first, pumping a second load into the dragon's guts as he held him down firm and tight against his body. He felt the dragon's spasming again, and the welcome warm splash of a desperately-needed orgasm as the dragon creamed over his raincoat and over the mouse's paw, cum dribbling over his fingers no different to any time he'd stroked himself off. "Good dragon," he said proudly as he milked the remaining drops from his partner's cock. He wished he had the nerve to lick it off his fingers, sighing as he realised this too he wasn't quite ready for. So he settled for the next best thing, wiping it off on the dragon's mac and snout. But of course they were still far from done, and though he was temporarily satiated he knew the dragon was far from it
"You need a little more pain doncha huh?" he asked as he pushed the dragon up again, freeing himself once more from the abused male. The dragon nodded, perhaps embarassed by the strength of his craving for pain and degradation. The mouse smiled wickedly; he didn't mind indulging him further. He got up from the toilet and invited the dragon onto it instead. "Sit down," he said as the male waddled around and obeyed, gingerly lowering himself onto those lashed buttocks "feel free to spread your legs if you can"
The mouse couldn't help being amused as he raised a leg and planted his boot on the toilet seat between the dragon's legs, digging into the prick that was already reaching full hardness again. He imagined the way the poor, clearly tortured dragon had to feel as he ground the sole of the boot against his tool, squashing its sensitive flesh between the rubber treads and hard plastic seat. From the way the dragon squirmed under it he knew the dragon wanted it harder, and he guessed he understood. Once or twice the ex had cock-and-ball-tortured him and he'd found the pain could be a real pleasure done right and by the right person. Hell, she'd had a pair of glossy black wellingtons she wore for fashionable purposes now he thought of it, wondering what it would've been like to get that between the legs. Or the dragon's for that matter, perhaps even just a quick ballslap before they were finished, just enough to make him double up wincing. Right now though he felt more sadistic than masochistic and anyway he was sure the dragon would be sad if he couldn't hog the abuse
"Just a little more," he reassured him as he pushed his boot further in to trap those grey nuts as well, dragon whining pitifully around his ballgag. "That's good, just a little more and then I'll get your treat." The dragon hardly needed a treat. From his watery eyes the mouse might've thought he was high on the pain. It was getting him horny again as well, much to his delight. He wanted to make sure he had a good hard cock to keep the dragon reminded of his own small length. "Okay, enough trampling before I make that thing pop," he leered as he removed his foot, admiring the painful treadmarks over the dragon's shaft. He leaned in and kissed the tip of his snout on impulse before going to retrieve what had been stowed in the fridge
"Happy birthday!" the mouse cried mockingly as he lifted out the cake from its cardboard box, yellow sponge covered in pink icing, and set it down on the floor. "Suits your boots," he added as he uncuffed and ungagged the dragon, "shame it doesn't suit mine as well. Mind you black goes with anything." With a laugh he returned to the cake and ceremoniously proceeded to step into it, watching the soft mass squish around the formerly gleaming black rubber and feeling himself sink slowly for a moment before soon reaching a small, solid hill of cake under his wellies. Now this was surreal, but funny as hell at the same time. The dragon's eyes were fastened to his now-messy wellingtons, making a rather poor attempt to pretend he hadn't expected his "treat" to be deliberately ruined in this fashion. The mouse just smirked and shook his head, marking time briefly in the mess before stopping and stepping back. "Your turn, scales, get those boots good and sloppy for me." Ever the good slave, the dragon stumbled over with his pants still around his knees as he squished into the cake, blushing as his hard and twitching cock brushed against the mouse's larger offering. The mouse smiled and planted his paws on his cohort's shoulders, enjoying the touch between their dicks and the renewed thrill of being so much bigger than the dragon. "Still want to cum on my boots?"
"Y-yes Sir," the dragon said, seemingly startled to realise he wasn't gagged any more as he squished and smooshed the cake over his once-spotless wellies. The mouse nodded, stroking him under the chin
"Well you can get down and do that," he assured him, "maybe we could both enjoy some cake whilst we're at it?" He stroked his finger from his own cock down to the dragon's, leaving the greyscaled sub in no doubt what the mouse was suggesting. Once again he was on his knees, inhaling and kissing the mouse's throbbing member as he scooped up handfuls of mashed-up cake, the mix of sponge, cream and icing quickly slopped onto the mouse's cock followed by his own. The brown-furred dom couldn't fight a pleasurable tremble of his own as he felt the cool, gloopy mess being spread over his cock as lubricant. "Christ that feels good," he said as the dragon started jerking them both off. The subtle texture of cake and the slipperiness of it all was a unique feeling. "Keep your mouth shut," he added, "I want my jizz all over your face"
The dragon did as he was told, snout bowed in readiness even as he was working himself towards orgasm, chunks of cake and icing landing unceremoniously on his nose to his dom's amusement. The mouse kept his hands busy by wrapping one around the dragon's horn, the other casually grabbing the riding crop from the side of the bath. He had no intention of lashing the dragon any further, he just felt more authoritative with it in his hands, but it made for an exceptional prop as he stroked his masturbator under the chin with it. "That's it, keep going," he moaned, and the busy-handed dragon did so
The standing male was already feeling close again as his prick was stroked and squeezed and plastered in the cake now reduced to a homogenous pale mush in the dragon's wanking hands. The mouse was a little glad for the sake of his cock as it was beginning to ache from the dragon's worship. In fact the dragon lost control a split-second earlier, moaning through tightly closed snout as he creamed for the second time and added the thin ropes of his seed to the chaos of pink, white and yellow clumped and smeared over the once so-shiny black boots. And then the mouse lost it as well, throwing the riding crop in the bathtub and gripping both horns as his own cock sprayed over the snout on offer to him, dislodging the particles of cake but leaving a much greater mess in turn. "Good boy," he panted as he admired first his own efforts and then the streams of off-white dragonspunk running in rivulets amongst the spongey mess they'd already made of his wellingtons, "now clean it up"
The mouse was beginning to wonder if the dragon had somehow drugged him, maybe some secretive coating of the raincoat or the boots, as he watched the submissive male obey, licking the mixture of protein and dessert off his wellingtons, because the display was getting him excited yet again. Even though it had been a while since he'd last gotten laid, this was unheard of for him. Finally, as his boots were licked almost spotless, he gave in to his mental wanderings. "Dragon, get on your side," he said bluntly, and the dragon obeyed. A moment later he was on the floor himself, paws on the dragon's arse as he pulled him freely into a 69. Even as he felt the hard, salty length of meat filling his mouth he couldn't quite believe he was now giving the dragon a blowjob, but any reservations he had were pushed to one side as the dragon reciprocated, seemingly inviting him to gag him once more. And so the mouse went with it, sucking the dragon's dick, rolling his tongue around it and mostly letting the sub handle things for once as he thrust his hips against the murine muzzle. There on the bathroom floor, with his mouth buried in the dragon's cake-smeared crotch and his own creamy prick feeding the reptile, the mouse happily agreed with himself that as strange as he was, his scaly partner was doing an excellent job of convincing him of the benefits of at least an occasional male lover
Droplets of precum were already being squeezed out onto the mouse's tongue, the taste completely alien to him as he pushed himself to keep sucking and to swallow what was being given. No half-measures. What sort of a dom would he be if he couldn't match his submissive's abilities? And despite his heavy-handed treatment so far the sub was definitely holding his own, sucking the mouse's cock almost down to its root, rubbing and caressing his balls reverently with one hand whilst the other did likewise to Sir's arse, a world away from the sharp slaps and twists the mouse had been administrating. The rodent knew he was going to cum again soon enough, tugging the dragon's head in close as he did the best to match it. Not so difficult with the dragon's short length, but still a challenge for the first time. With a stifled groan he tumbled over the edge yet again, and a moment later he felt and tasted the dragon doing the same. The strong-tasting flesh twitched and spasmed against his tongue and he tasted the warm fluid filling his mouth. If anything he would've described it as an incredibly peaceful feeling, bathing in the satisfaction of knowing he'd been willing and able to have the other male cum in his mouth like this. Cautiously he swallowed, letting go of the dragon's dick to kiss it and then the dragon's balls, amusing himself with another quick, teasing slap at them that made their owner's whole body shake
Now sure he was done, the mouse climbed up and went to lie on the bed as the dragon followed coyly, planting his snout at his crotch to lick, kiss and suck again. A little "thank you" pleasure outside the roleplay. "Jesus you are fun to mess around with," the mouse groaned, pushing him back to stroke his weary cock and splatter another shot of cum over the smiling snout and inviting raincoat. The dragon laughed and thanked him climbed up next to him to have the mouse inquisitively lick his juices back up. Then they lay together, mouse's softening pole against dragon's buttocks in a lazy cuddle
"I'd better go," the dragon said eventually, "or I'll still be here when your guest arrives!"
"Yeah that's fair," the mouse replied sluggishly, climbing up and stripping off the soiled mac and boots. He wasn't remotely surprised as the dragon packed away the long mac and black boots and the other equipment in a kit-bag of his own but remained dressed exactly as he was. "Thanks," the mouse added with a grin, "I don't exactly sleep with a lot of other men but that was pretty eye-opening. If weird"
"Yeah I have a knack for it," the dragon replied cheerfully
"Getting straight guys to go gay?"
"Being weird"
They laughed and said their goodbyes and he was gone, practically skipping out of the hotel room into the wider world, the two of them doubtless never to see each other again. The mouse didn't really know how he felt about that. Part of him thought that even if they weren't going to have sex it would've been nice to at least get the guy's phone number so they could meet up socially. He seemed like a nice enough guy when he wasn't getting flogged or fucked. "Ah, just as well," he finally muttered to himself as he pulled his underpants back on and settled on the bed, "wouldn't make much of a golf partner, probably"
With the room's former occupant departed, the mouse picked up his note again to reread, a keepsake from the peculiar dragon. He laughed and shook his head as he did so, imagining how the dragon would love his muddy green gardening boots. "Weird guy," he said aloud, "cute though... fuck if I get a guy through the door I hope he's got a small dick too." He sighed, stretched his arms and lay on the bed for a moment, then compulsively hopped up and checked his kit-bag as if he thought any part of it might have gone missing since he'd entered the room. Of course not, the familiar assortment of pipes and tubes, the gasmask, canisters, apparatus and gloves were all present and correct. He laughed, zipped the bag back up and went back to the bed to get some shut-eye. The next client wouldn't be around for hours yet according to the service provider. The password would be "Cabbage"