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Chapter four of The Dragon's Apprentice

Written by: Blackfire Editing assistance by: Shakal and Teiran

The morning following the decision that would turn into one of the defining events of my life was vaguely surreal.

I woke up first, finding myself cradling my human apprentice in my arms. With sickening dread, I recalled every moment of the night before in explicit detail. Every word... every wet thrust... every taboo broken.

My usual concentration was not to be found, so instead my mind wandered, fixating upon the possible consequences of my actions as the boy continued to slumber. What would he think of me when he inevitably woke up, free from the mentally impairing effects of alcohol? How would a young man in his sexual prime deal with the fact that one of the most powerful men in the world was oathbound to never permit him to achieve another climax for the full duration of the rest of his life?

Most likely he would initially scoff at even the mere premise. It would be nearly unthinkable to even imagine a world where his balls would no longer be used for their intended purpose... that his modest pink stalk would never squirt another drop of cum, as it had done on countless occasions in the past.

The concept would surely strike him as entirely absurd. That is, until the days of chastity turned into months... and the months of chastity turned into years. Inevitably it must occur to him that my magically reinforced oath was a direly serious one. He would come to understand that neither his keenly felt desires nor my own wishes factored into it: I am and always would be perpetually bound to protect his chastity, no matter the consequences.

Dwelling on these thoughts while laying in bed, my draconic spire began to erect, pressing out through my slit and sliding up the bare skin of my apprentice, leaving a damp trail in its path. I contemplated then how unfair it was that within the hour it was a near certainty that I would enjoy spilling my seed, while my human's cock was reduced to a mere plaything -- a useless novelty to be treasured, but never used for its intended purpose.

I am nothing if not a realist. Even then I fully understood the implications of my oath. The magic that bound me would guarantee that I would die before I allowed him a single drop of essence to be jetted in climax. I also knew full well that just because his sex life was destined to be characterized by unfulfilled need and an eternally primed libido didn't mean that I was likewise going to subject myself to the same eternal blue balls my boy was fated to grapple with.

At that time, I had not even an inkling of an idea on how the lad would handle himself when I continued to insist that he kneel between my legs regardless of how pent up he was. If I were in his place, my rebellion at the shaft pressed firmly up again my lips would be all but guaranteed. I would have outright refused to bring my oppressor to the exquisitely pleasurable peaks of a mountain that I was forevermore barred from climbing myself.

But the boy was not me -- he was a human, with a human's disposition. Because I was a dragon, I would indeed insist that he uses his delicate mouth to dull my horns and to swallow my copious seed. That this was objectively inequitable was immaterial. My own ponderous, if internal, testicles continued to be viable, just as his exotic body continued to be an ideal depository for my fluids.

Last night, why had I chosen the words that I did? I'm not sure I will ever know the answer to that question. Perhaps it was a long-dormant stirring of the blood of my ancestors coursing through my veins? As shown in the journal which had such an over sized effect on my world outlook, these kinds of arrangements were not unheard of for draconkin to put upon upon their slaves. Was I a fool obsessed with trying to recapture the golden days of my kind?

By this time, my raging hardon had reached its rigid full mast. Deciding that my apprentice had rested long enough, I shook him awake with a touch that, while not rough, was also not especially gentle.

I had needs, after all... and the human had duties and obligations to meet those needs.

Going from fully unconscious to merely half-conscious, the lad mumbled at me incoherently, but the tone was one of inquisition. I answered his implied question by turning him around and guiding his brown haired head down towards my arousal. He may have attempted another mumbled response, but it's hard to say, as it was almost immediately cut off by the head of my member pressing its way into his soft palate.

Part of me expected him to resist. To try to insist that we discuss the weighty matter of last night's fallout. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised as he threw himself into his task with a throaty, if muffled, moan. With gusto he attacked my length, running his lips and tongue over every bit of ridged surface area.

Pressing my luck, I likewise used my hands and hips to press an unreasonable amount of fleshy inches into his soft-skinned maw. I'm sure you're familiar with the old saying: take an inch from a dragon, and he'll insist on giving you the whole foot.

This went on for several minutes, periodically interrupted by the boy's gags and gasps for air. I listened to the desperate, erotic utterances with some pleasure, pressing him back down again and again, always a fair bit sooner that he'd prefer, not having quelled his gagging fully or drawn in the desired amount of breaths.

What made me temporarily suspend the satisfying blowjob midway through, I can't say. If I had to hazard I guess, I would say that it was most likely the way the lad was running a hand back and forth over his vacant pubic mound, as if trying to rub an orgasm out of a non-present rod. Somehow, seeing him try to work himself up to a climax that was forever out of his reach piqued my curiosity.

And so, pulling him up by his hair so that he was forced to look at me, I let the human gasp for air for several moments before I asked him, "What did you think you were doing, crawling into bed with me last night and kissing me?"

A panicked look coming over his face, the lad sputtered out, "Sir! I.. uh... I don't know what to say. I hardly remember any of it, actually. That is to say, uhh, there's was a party, and everyone was drinking and then, I uhh--"

Equal parts amazed and perplexed by this turn of events, I pressed on, "Do you mean to say that you have no recollection of what we did last night? None at all?"

With a sheepish look on his face, one of his hands wandered over to one of his ass cheeks where it proceeded to absent mindedly rub it. "Well, my... umm, rear, aches quite a bit, sir. So I'm guessing we... errr, coupled?"

My genius level intellect kicking in, I immediately realized this changed everything. The human was so un-adept at holding his mead that he had completely blacked out the events of the prior night. He appeared to have no knowledge at all of the life-altering oaths he and I made, less than twelve hours ago.

Reaching back into my own recollection, I struggled more than I care to admit to remember the boy's nonsensical ramblings as it pertained to his part of the oath. As memory served, he swore to always love me, and to never do anything to hurt me. Two disastrously worded oaths, now that I was analyzing them. For him, that is. Far too vaguely worded. Far too unpredictable in their consequences.

Still... the possibilities these words created were intriguing in the extreme.

Probingly, I inquired, "Do you recall confessing your heartfelt affection for me? Now that you are sober, I would have you tell me the truth of your heart, boy. Do not lie to me, and I promise I will not be angry with you."

The lad who moments ago had my cock in his throat now acted as if a frog resided there. Face reddening in shame, he stuttered his reply, "Si-Sir! I, umm, I really admire you, and I have nothing but respect for--"

With steel in my voice, I pressed him on the subject a second time. "Apprentice, I will make this easy on you. Are you in love with me, yes or no? A single syllable will suffice."

Dropping his head and allowing his gaze to settle on the unfurnished corner of the room, he finally spoke after several long seconds of silence. "Yes, sir..."

"I see. Interesting. And you do not recall saying these words to me last night? Or anything else that transpired between us?"

"No, sir. I'm so sorry. I feel absolutely mortified... I know better than to burden you with my selfish and unprofessional feelings like that! I can only claim an inexperienced stomach for alcohol as my defense."

"You have nothing to feel ashamed about, my apprentice. I would prefer that you always be honest with me. In all things. You have given me much to think about, but I would advise you not to expect an immediate reaction on my part regarding your confession. In the meantime, however, I would have you continue to express your affection for me in the form of ardently performed oral service. Suck me well, human, and work hard to prove to me that you truly value my company and attention."

Laying back with my arms cradling my head, I stared at the ceiling. A few seconds later I felt the boy's mouth once more engulf my spire, his hands, lips, and tongue working furiously to prove his love for me.

Holding back my orgasm, I decided that he would need to spend at least an hour and a half making his jaw muscles sore through continuous effort before I permitted him the reward of allowing my release to flood his throat.

Later that evening, I teleported myself to the secret sanctum where I kept the bulk of my horded treasure..

Inside I found the human's pink reproductive flesh, right where I left it. Testing the bounds of the oath, I set myself to the task of doing everything my power to purposely or accidentally cause my apprentice to climax. Well into the night I manipulated the boy's stalk, only to find myself frustrated at every turn.

I teased, licked, stroked, nibbled, and pinched the very rigid length and its paired testes. There were times when I even fellated the modest sized rod, teasing it between my scaled lips. I had given the boy no forewarning regarding my actions that night, so I can only conclude that he must have at first assumed that I was giving him his long denied release, perhaps as reward for his heartfelt confession of affection.

But, no matter what I did, and regardless of how many hours I spent playing with the pink shaft, every time I even slightly suspected that the boy might be drawing close to climax, I found myself stopping. I would cease to stroke...to lick... to suck... the lad's arousal bobbing desperately across my warm, motionless tongue.

And so, four hours of sexual torment later, I confirmed my suspicions. I was incapable of allowing my apprentice to reach climax. Worse still for him, due to the wording of my oath, I was confident that it would similarly disbar me from returning the boy's shaft to him -- or even to offer it to any third party. I had sworn never to intentionally allow him to orgasm. Returning his own shaft to him was reasonably sure to result in this outcome, and so obviously the oath would prevent me from going down that route.

Mulling over the problem, the only likely future I could see for the boy's member was to remain in a spell-protected showcase in my treasure room, resting atop a plush purple pillow. Finding myself instinctively re-activating the runes that prevented any possibility of unintentional orgasms, I walked away from the transparent display case.

Returning to the residence, my apprentice was unsurprisingly waiting there to speak with me. Silencing his pleading and bargaining with my own arousal, I used his mouth for a few minutes of foreplay before plowing his hole for the second time.

Once his mouth was once again free to speak, he renewed his mewling as I pressed myself into his tight ring of muscles. That is, until I also thrust my tongue into his mouth, muffling any further cries with an aggressive kiss.

When I grew tired of this, I simply had him recited the entire contents of the period table from beginning to end as I pressed his face into the mattress and thrust into his hole, again, and again, and again.

Eventually, as had become a standard tradition between us, I climaxed while he did not. When afterwards he, yet again, doggedly persisted in trying to sweet talk me into allowing him an orgasm that I was powerless to grant, I set him to cleaning my wilting rod with his tongue as it slowly retreated into its slit.

For the next couple weeks, things continued in this manner between us: me enjoying both of his holes, him trying to find any opportunity to express his desire for release without pressing so hard as to raise my ire. Which I then had to leverage a variety of tactics to stifle. It had been a full half-year since his last climax, so his behavior was not at all surprising to me. Boys will be boys, as they say.

Blessedly, classes soon started back up again, which kept my pupil busy for much of the day, including the evenings. The second semester at the academy is notoriously intense, as the school makes every attempt to separate the wheat from the chaff, hoping to free up rooms for students more deserving by washing out the unqualified, the unintelligent, and the lazy.

Best to fail those that are destined to fail in their first year, rather than the fourth, the other Magi argue. A position I tend to agree with, by and large.

And so, my human apprentice was lucky in the sense that he had much more pressing matters to focus his attention on, rather than his perpetual chastity. For my part, I often implied that there were many students who had it much harder than him, and that, as far as discipline training for apprentices go, I was extremely lax compared to other Masters.

I went so far as to suggest to him that, should he continue to press the matter, I would simply add on additional training techniques until he achieved the discipline level required to know when to hold his tongue.

In the meantime, in the bedroom holding his tongue was the last thing I encouraged when it came to pleasing my slit. Most evenings before bed you could find me holding the naked lad's hair or ears in my clutches, while shouting words such as, "Deeper!", "Faster!", and "Harder!" as the human tried to extract my arousal from its hiding place. Often times it took him only a few minutes to bring forth the arousal that would then proceed to plug up his airways or cram itself between his buttocks. Other times we went well past his usual curfew, his tired, cramping tongue still languishing between my mighty thighs, seeking to entice a stubbornly flaccid cock to emerge.

This new equilibrium didn't last for long, however, as my ever increasing need to dominate the boy got the better of me. When my apprentice confessed to me that he was barely passing his current biology class, I seized the opportunity to push the limits even further.

Recalling that the professor for that class was a large, thickset bull with a penchant for visiting the local brothels, I went to his office during private hours to have a discussion with him.

Expressing my apprentice's interest in improving his grades, I happened to imply that it would most certainly cause our eastern neighbors to look poorly on our nation and the school if we flunked out the first and only human pupil to enter our gates in his very first year... especially when he was performing so well in all of his other classes. They would view it as an discriminatory practice, as well as a purposeful slight against the furless people.

The bull professor, placed in this odd and unenviable position, found himself agreeing with me -- at least in principle. But he was also extremely hesitant to provide a student, no matter how otherwise deserving, an unearned curve to his grade. I told him that my own thoughts were in complete alignment with his concerns, and that my apprentice should have to work extremely hard to earn any additional consideration. Even if that meant that he needed to complete several "non-traditional" assignments.

Ears perking up at the subtle implication, the bull inquired what sort of non-traditional assignments I had in mind.

Smiling my best 'good ol' boy' grin, I suggested that the professor might provide my apprentice with some private one on one tutoring in the evenings... say, once a week for the rest of the semester. I promised him complete confidentiality on the topic of his tutoring strategies, as well as the full compliance on the part of my young, exotic, furless apprentice.

Eyebrows raising in understanding, the lewd furred professor asked me, "Does that mean what I think it means? Does that include... "oral" lectures?"

With a sly wink, I told him that "This being biology, I would imagine that oral lectures would be expected. Please feel free to cover all fundamental parts of biology. You'll want to be thorough in his tutoring, after all. If I were you, I would not be afraid to press into non-typical parts of the anatomy. I trust your discretion entirely. "

Practically salivating at the thought of spending an evening with the handsome human, the bull was still focused enough to gauge the risks once more.

"And you can guarantee the boy's... sense of confidentiality?"

"Oh, I can reassure you there. You see, between you and I, I test his... sense of confidentiality most nights. If you understand my meaning."

His pants suddenly tenting at the thought, we shook on the arrangement there in his office.

The next day, before sending my apprentice over to his quarters, I made sure to express to him how important it was to obey the bull in all things... to listen to his every direction. Playing to his oath, I expressed to the human how much it would hurt my standing at the school if word was to get out that my apprentice was disobedient or indiscreet. Once I was sure he understood the critical nature of him showcasing his eagerness to please, I sent him on his way.

Several hours later, he returned, no worse for wear. Except for perhaps a slight limp and a sore throat.

Though he was eager to sleep in preparation for tomorrow's classes, I insisted that he join me in bed and firmly stroke my length as he recounted the events of the evening. In great detail, naturally.

His head resting on my well-muscled chest as his fist worked itself up and down over my length, he was embarrassed to describe how the textbooks were closed within ten minutes, followed immediately by the stripping of pants.

Greatly surprised by the human's cockless pubic mound, the professor insisted that my apprentice explain the precise nature of this phenomenon, much to his discomfort. Running the tips of his fingers over where the boy's cock and balls should be, the bull listened with great interest as the human explained the circumstances behind his chastity.

The boy then explained to me that, nodding sagely, the bull expressed to him that his Master was indeed very wise, and must care for him and his future prospects a great deal. That, with this course of action, the student wouldn't be able to help but focus on his studies.

However, it sounds as though the bull's words might have had a greater impact had he not been stroking his thickening length through his underwear at the same time as he extolled the virtues of chastity. Nonetheless, my pupil was smart enough not to protest as the professor began to rub his fabric cock bulge against the lad's exposed pubic mound, with its neatly trimmed hair.

My own length leaking copiously over the hand of my apprentice, I commanded him to move ahead with the story.

He told me how the bull ordered him to remove his underwear with only his teeth, exposing the professor's floppy, meaty dick. From there, he was made to rub the bulls bloated testicle sack of his entire face, including pressing his nose into the leather pouch until he had difficulty breathing.

After a few minutes of this, he was encouraged to provide the professor's entire package with a "tongue bath", including the cock, ball pouch, and prenium. Apparently this took quite a while, as the bull's length continued to stream pre down the head and all over the rest of his tackle. Chiding the boy for his ineffectiveness, the human worked his tongue over the entire package no less than a dozen times, but in the end it proved impossible to keep up with the professor's precum output, meaning when the bull finally had him stop it was effectively still very much drenched in the clear fluid.

After being berated further for his poor showing in proper cock worshiping aptitude, my apprentice was made to suckle upon the head of the professor's arousal, drinking directly from the source of the font while the bull instructed him to use his hands to work up and down the shaft at a leisurely pace.

At this point I paused the story so that the human could demonstrate on me exactly how he performed for the biology teacher. Taking just my spire's head between his faintly red lips, the lad rolled his tongue around the crest of my arousal as his hands roamed firmly up and down my ridged length as a lethargic rate. Pressing his thumbs into the center of my rod, I asked him the purpose of this technique.

First taking his small mouth off my engorged cock tip with a wet smacking sound, my apprentice said, "The professor... made me 'Milk' his 'teet', sir, with my thumbs like this. He asked me if I had ever had cow's milk, growing up. I told him people in my land preferred the milk of feral goats. Then he said he had a special treat for me and..."

Impatient for him to continue, I urged, "Yes, boy?"

Face turning bright pink from embarrassment, the lad continued with, "He had me fetch a tall, glass mug and... made me... milk him. Into the glass, that is."

Smiling at the newly uncovered perversions of my brothel visiting peer, I of course promptly ordered my apprentice to fetch a glass from the cupboard so that I could see for myself exactly how the bull used my pupil to get his rocks off.

His face going from pink to nearly red in shame, my boy told me I'd have to get on my hands and knees. Complying out of a sense of curiosity, I got into position on the bed, only to be amusingly surprised when the human placed the glass underneath my dangling cock. Unable to hold back a mirthful laugh as the boy pointed the tip of my erection so that it pointed towards the top of the glass mug, it finally dawned on me what the professor meant by 'milking' him.

As my apprentice stroked my length, up and down, up and down, repeating this motion again and again, I instructed him to continue with his narration as I stayed on my hands and knees while he worked his hands over my flesh.

"So, the professor got into this position and you 'milked' him. Go on, boy. What then? What did he say? What did he tell you to do? Leave nothing out, as I am enjoying his frivolity greatly."

Perpetually eager to please, the lad did as ordered and said, "The professor told me that cow's milk was far superior to goat's milk, and had me stroke him off into the cup, sir. He... began to make 'Moo-ing' sounds, as he neared climax, as a rough imitation of a feral cow, Master. Then... as he began to... ejaculate... he began shaking his hips in a violent fashion, up and down and to the left and right. This made it increasingly difficult to... aim his output, as it were."

Unable to see the boy, as he was effectively underneath me and my wings in this position, I pressed on, "And this glass. Was it the same size as the one we have here?"

"... Roughly so... yes, sir."

I could tell the boy was not particularly enjoying be forced to revisit this encounter. But that was hardly a reason to stop, I felt, so I asked my next question.

"And how much of the glass did he fill up with his 'cow's cream'?"

"Most of it, sir. I've never seen so much... cream, at one time in my entire life. Err, no offense, sir."

As if I would be offended that I didn't produce jism in freakish quantities. No, I was not so insecure as to be have my pride wrapped up in something so trifling or absurd.

"So, you milked him. Into a glass. That he nearly filled up with bull cream. Now... what did he make you did he make you do with the glass, boy. Tell me the truth. The whole truth."

I felt his hands tighten over my shaft in what I could only interpret to be extreme discomfort on his part, given the subject matter.

"He made me... drink it. Sir."

"And that was all there was to it? Hmm, I doubt that. Expand upon what he said and did."

"He sat back up... and made me sip from the glass. Slowly... not too fast, he said. He kept telling me that it was good for strong bones... that it would help me grow taller and stronger. The professor told me it was much better..."

"Better than...?"

"Than goat's milk, Master..."

"Well, you know what's even better than cow's milk? Dragon's milk. Get your head down there and drink it straight from the tap, as it were. There's a good lad."

There's no need to write every explicit detail in this letter, but needless to say, I recall producing a good showing for my apprentice, even if it wasn't quite up to par to the bull's output quantity.

After that, the human's biology class score went up two full letter grades, much to his surprise. And the best part was, whenever he got a bit too pushy on his needs or desires, I simply mentioned that it might help his attitude if I scheduled him for twice weekly tutoring sessions with his professor, instead of just the one. Predictably, he demured on this alternative and discovered a more respectful tongue in his mouth. Which I immediately turned and put to good use on my slit.

This did raise an important point, though. Every person has their limits in terms of patience... even my humble apprentice. I spent these weeks brainstorming various alternates to deal with this issue before it came to a head.

Most potential solutions I discarded out of hand immediately, but finally I settled on one that I felt had great potential.

You see, my oath prevented me from actually allowing the young boy to reach climax... but it said nothing about preventing him from achieving the perception that he had orgasmed. Theoretically, I knew it should be possible with the proper runes and spells to grant him the semblance of extreme sexual pleasure, followed immediately by a satiated feeling with an acute dip in his libido and energy levels.

In other words, an artificial sexual high, then an artificial sexual low. Aiding matters was the fact that since his cock and balls were many miles away and he was used to them being out of sight, he wouldn't have the opportunity to witness that no streams of white cream were actually ejaculated from his stalk, nor would he observe that his sack was just as full of unspent jism as it had been before his 'climax'.

I felt strongly at the time that this was the perfect solution. My apprentice would continue to be properly chaste, there'd be no need to discuss the thorny subject of our ensorced oaths, and he'd have the sense that he'd achieved his long sought after release. Truly a win-win situation for all involved.

That said, the tale of my human's first oath-bound orgasm will, regrettably, have to wait until my next letter. There are matters of great import happening about and I must now go see to them personally.

Yours in the pursuit of knowledge, Bradshaw Ebonhide, Magi Adeptus -- Fifth Rank