The Bench
Ash has screwed a few guys in his day, but he didn't know that his biggest admirer was closer than he thought, and despite what people say, Dragons are a lot more intelligent than they are given credit!
Note: this is more or less done, but I tried to vary a bit on how I wrote it. Let me know what you think, or how to improve it!
"Shit," Hank brushed the sweat from his wrinkled forehead, "Thought we never get these stables this clean, Ash."
"Too bad we'll never see a raise, and just get the whip if we don't obey. Yes, Doxen," Ash patted the thick scale hide of the nearby dragon, "The Glorious life of a Commoner."
Doxen stirred, watching intently as Ash continue. "I should make a tell-all papyrus and put it on the town notice board, Doxen."
"Careful, Ash, one of the stableboys might hear that kinda talk, tell the Lord, and the he'll string you up." Hank said, "and stop babying that Doxen. Struts around here like some kinda king of dragons, but he's a grade A asshole."
Ash pulled a small chunk of meat from his leather lined pouch around his waist, "He's a nice asshole, though." He chuckled as the dragon clamped down around his hand.
"Doin' a stunt like that'll get you the nickname stumpy real quick, and--"Hank turned to the mounted tool rack. "Dammit, who keeps messing up this rack." Ash was distracted, and with very good reason. Doxen's eyes were locked with his as he began to suck on his hand, rolling his tongue over and between every finger. The show was so hot that there wouldn't be a man alive who wouldn't think about unzipping.
Dragons were fairly intelligent, if Hank left, and he unzipped... No! The only reason Doxen was doing it was because he saw Ash sucking and playing with a studly human.
"--eyes out with his horns. You like the name one-eyed jack?" Hank asked, as he hung up his pitchfork. "Huh, ash?" he turned around, right as Doxen's maw smoothly released Ash's hand.
"You, uh, worry too much Hank."
"Yeah well, I gotta get home. Gotta take care of the wife'n'all-- think you can handle the rest?"
"Yeah, I can get the rest." Ash said, attempting to wipe the slimey spit off on his uniform. "Go be with Jill, and enjoy the day off, old man."
"You make me feel like your generation is a little less like shit each day, 'Cept for your work ethic. Lord's fool could do a better job then you--" He laughed in his raspy voice, as he unhooked his key chain. "--and he just slobbers."
"Oh, Yeah?" Ash caught the keys, "You're one to talk, Mr. Bottle-of-Gin-in-the-hay."
"Better not of taken my bottle of gin, boy, or we're gonna have some words..." Hank said with a grimace.
"I'm not worried," Alex tossed his pitchfork into the next dirty stall, "I just have to keep you going 'til you doze off."
They both laughed, and Hank walked outside, still chuckling.
"Doxen, you--" He glanced down to see Doxen's tail covertly brushing against his own backdoor.
"Hey," Hank's head popped back through the stable door; thinking quickly, Ash buried his pitchfork into the ground, pretending that was what he intended all along. "Ash, while I don't like the fact that you'd prefer to be a life-long bachelor with 'close' male friends, don't mean I want somethin' to happen to ya. I saw Brocht and them down at the front gate, doin' their little circle of friends, but they're hittin' it pretty hard cuz of the day off tomorrow. After last time..."
"Yeah, Doxen'll protect me."
The dragon snorted at his name.
"See," Ash pointed.
"Right," Hank laughed again, "just be careful." With that, he was out the door and gone.
"Look, Doxen, you gotta stop." He knelt down, "I know why you're doing what you're doing, but I don't think I'd feel right doing that."
Doxen's nostrils flared as he huffed at Ash.
"We're friends, Doxen." The dragon rested his head, but kept his sharp eyes on Ash. "You're seriously going to pout like that?" Pulling his last piece of meat from his pouch, and tossing it to the dragon, "Friends, got it?"
Doxen sighed at him again.
"Good." He patted the space between the two white horns on Doxen's head.
By the time Ash had finished off the last few stalls, the sun was ending its journey across the sky. He didn't mean to stay that long, and no doubt, Brocht and them were either unconscious or drunk enough to harass him. The beating the stablehands gave him last time, even with Doxen swatting them off of him, was something he didn't want to experience again.
This time, however, Doxen had left. He didn't act angry, but something told Ash his absence when he needed to leave was not accidental. Peeking out, he could see the front gates empty, and a few wooden chairs sat around a dying campfire. He breathed a sigh of relief and began to walk down the cobblestone path, eyeing the treeline that ran along the cobblestone drive.
Sure enough, Brocht and his buddies were hiding.
"Looks like we trick the faghet." Brocht said, stumbling in front of Ash, while his equally drunk friends circled him. "What'ya gonn' do this time? No dragon to help you."
"We're both gonna go home, get some rest, and forget about this."
"We're?" Brocht growled, "I'm not a fag, and I'm not going home with you!"
"Brocht, I--"
"You think you're some sorta big shot because last time, bet the only reason that rider-refusing dragon protected you, is 'cause you suck it's dick like the fagget bitch you are."
"You tell him," One of the taller humans sneered as he shoved Ash.
"Look--"
"NO!" Brocht bellowed, "You look! You want to be the dragon's bitch we'll tie you to the mounting bench and leave you there for Hank to find in a day or so.
Then, you can explain to the Lord what you're doing!"
One of the guys bearhugged him, and Brocht got his feet. Despite his struggling, they got him back to the stables, and yanked the breeding bench out into the open hallway. Soon, he was bound tight, with his bare ass hanging out in the hall.
Brocht gave his bare ass a slap, "There you go, bottom bitch." They all laughed heavily, and started to leave.
"Guys, seriously, a joke's a joke, but let me go!" He pleaded as they left one by one. Glancing behind him, he saw the door to the stable, while closed, was not secured. They could get in, "Hey, Brocht, you left the door open. BROCHT!"
"Listen to him," Brocht laughed as a bottle shattered on the stable door, "Lying to get out of it."
"You really did close the doors, right? Maybe we should check--"
"I got it," Brocht snapped at him, "What, Jake, you want us to leave you alone with him? Always knew you liked cock."
"Fuck you, Brocht," The other growled back, "We'll tag team a prostitute and see who's better at it!"
They shuffled off to the whorehouse, probably blackout drunk, and left him there. Little did they know, they could end up killing Ash. Yeah, sure, he had taken some of the whores who were as big as the biggest dragon cock, but only after copious amounts of lubricant and a few fingering sessions. Hell, even the prostitute ramming his ass last night was huge, but taking it raw would probably kill him!
A loud thud rattled the barn door, and a familiar black maw peeked in, while Ash's heart was causing the bench to vibrate under him. "Doxen!" He exhaled, shaking his tied hands, "I need a bit of help."
The dragon strutted over. "Lucky, I have such a smart dragon," he cooed as he felt the dragon's breath nearing the knot.
Doxen paused, and slowly raised his head to meet eyes with Ash. He grinned, and Ash's mouth fell open. Sure, he'd seen him pant when getting his seed harvested or fucking a female, but not a full grin with interlocking rows of sharp dagger teeth.
His head went back behind Ash, and out of sight.
"Doxen...?" Ash whimpered, and he felt the heat of the dragon's cock radiate over his hole. "No, I -AH!"
The tip was... flexible-- no, it was moving around. A tongue? Ash's body attempt to resist as it snaked down his passage; Doxen grunted with lust and he double his efforts. The wet slapping noises increased as streams of dragon spit soaked his ass, and balls, before it dripped down in pools of mud on the stable floor.
"Doxen." He groaned disappointingly, as his backdoor was left gaping and slick with spit by the large squirming tongue. Behind him, he heard a heavy wet sucking sound, and he wondered, for a moment, what it was before realizing that Doxen had more than rimming him planned.
The dragon reared up, and planted his foreclaws on the sides of the bench. Ash could see his powerful muscles flexing under the softer padding of his underside, and the cock brushed against his soaked hole. He was turned on, just by the sights of the powerful beast moving it's cock to breed his hole. His backdoor yielded much to both their delights, and it didn't take long for them to understand each others movements. If Doxen bucked, Ash leaned back. If he arc'd, Ash would press up against him.
One inch was in!
It was snuggly planted, and the dragon paused to nuzzle his maw up against Ash's head to celebrate their union. Ash had seen this ritual a hundred times, and buried his teeth into the base of the dragon's horn, causing the dragon to pant with lust. His claws dug into the oak wood, and he shuffled forwarded a little quicker.
"How big is it?" he whimpered. The fullness was approaching Ash's limits; He could feel the pulse of the blood in the buried rod inside him. Ash squeezed around it, swearing he could feel the huge veins of the cock as they were shoved into his asshole. He cursed himself for not doing this earlier as he pressed back, spearing himself on the dragon rod. His looseness and willingness was all Doxen needed to know that he was ready.
The first pump was slow, deliberate. The dragon was eager, but knew Ash had different limits from his females. Again, he pulled back and pumped a little harder, and again, as he grunted with each thigh slap.
Ash was panting on the bench, as the dragon's experimental bucking had been pushing and shoving his insides. "Go," He urged Doxen, stroking his fore-claw.
The dragon growled in lust, and he pumped Ash like a wet bitch. His bucking hips caused the breeding bench to punctuate every single thrust with a squeak; It was like music to Ash, who was relaxed and taking the dragon with ease.
His cock shuddered inside and Doxen bellowed out, now fucking with abandonment as he neared. Ash was groaning incomprehensibly, clawing into the wood as his prostate was battered by the driving thrusts.
Doxen roared.
The first thick blast massaged his prostate as it passed down the rod in his ass, before being shot deep into his bowels. Ash cried out, as three more loads shot down-- followed by another, overflowing his ass with dragon seed.
They were... mated.
A quizzical growl came from the door of the stable, causing Doxen and Ash to look. The brilliant shimmer of his scales marked him as Rayne, and as he entered two other dragons came in tow. Ash suddenly realized something, did Doxen call the others? The group of dragons managed to fit in the hall, and one made it down to the stall. His glistening cock dangling between his legs...