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Oh, he was nervous, pacing his home, back and forth, back and forth until he came to a stop to sit down on a stool. On the easel next to him was a drawing board, a handful of fresh sheets of drawing paper were already pinned to its surface. Everything was ready for another round of studies, but he was still nervous. Kels had finger fucked his wealthy client! Now her husband was coming to visit him!

A day after Lady Nael’s last visit he’d received a meeting request. It was a simple thing, but curt as fuck! All that was in the request was an attendance list and purpose. Kels and Lord Gennai would meet for a drawing session. Was this for real? It had only been a week now, so in his mind he was trying to convince himself that if the dragon wanted Kels’ head on a platter he would have acted a lot quicker. Making him wait a week before meeting didn’t seem right, unless he was a sadistic sort of man that wanted Kels to sweat it out until he met his doom.

Or maybe not. Maybe his wife was so ashamed of her actions that she’d not breathed a word to her husband? Women were like that! But they could also be vindictive and conniving!

Kels stood up again, the fox pacing his home as he waited for the inevitable. The clock seemed to tick more slowly as his frayed nerves aggravated his senses. When at last the door chimed, signaling that his end was nigh, he exhaled deeply and made his way to the door to greet whatever his fate was to be. His front door swished open with a touch of a finger and standing there before him was the tall, ivory skinned dragon whose wife Kels had led astray.

“Good morning, Master Kels.” Lord Gennai spoke first with a gracious bow. Kels bowed back, keeping himself formal and shutting down the urge to tremble. He needed to get himself under control! Even if he was to get prosecuted for seducing a married woman, he could at least meet his eviction from City 17 with some dignity.

“Good morning to you as well, Lord Gennai. Please, come in.” He said, stepping back and gesturing for the dragon to enter. The dragon complied by stepping across the threshold of his door, the dragon’s incredible height gliding past the fox with that same sort of trained and practiced grace that his wife possessed.

The dragon was so tall it only added to the stress he felt, it was intimidating!

“This is where you do your studies?” The dragon asked, almost curtly. Kels stepped around to stand by the dragon’s side and took note of everything. Lord Gennai stood aloof, examining the room with a careful eye. The fox silently drew in a breath to steel himself and began to play the part he knew all too well.

“Of course, Lord Gennai. The table is where I position the subject and I stand by my easel to work.” He explained, and the dragon seemed to nod in reply before he took a step and began to approach the table in question. Kels followed, along with his anxiety.

“My wife told me in detail of her experience, and I was left quite enlightened.” The dragon continued, drawing his hands behind his back to clasp them firmly just above his tail.

Kels froze in place, his heart pumping cold blood through him from head to toe as he waited for the other shoe to drop.

Nothing came, except for something far worse. The dragon turned his head away from the table and easel and he looked squarely at Kels. After a moment’s pause the fox felt forced to act, to defend himself.

“Yes, I took the care to do several studies of her that I thought would be suitable.” He replied, hoping he’d not let any of his worry slip into his voice.

The dragon looked away and back at the table.

“I must admit, I am uncertain.” The dragon replied, and Kels was so nervous he had to conscious fight to keep his body still and calm.

“Of what, may I ask, Lord Gennai?” Kels asked, and he was only going to ask. He wasn’t about to confess to anything; he’d sweat out his very fur before he would incriminate himself in any wrongdoing!

“It is not customary for an artist to disrobe his subjects, is it not? When Lady Nael described her experience to me it was rather shocking, as I am sure you must agree.” The dragon replied, and turned to look at the fox again, except this time his body turned with him until he was facing Kels directly, his hands still tightly clasped behind the small of his back.

With his incredible height, and his tight posture, he was so intimidating. Even being the slender dragon that he was, this was not an interrogation Kels would have ever wished upon himself! He was being questioned! Why, oh why, did he submit to his own worst impulses! He should have never given in to his darker desires and stripped that woman naked! If he could have kicked himself, he would have, because now he was in a bind and he even knew he was risking it all the last time she was here!

Kels put on his best smile and clasped his hands in front of him. He hoped that he appeared to Lord Gennai as a man too meek to mean any harm. He bowed slightly, almost submissively, deferring to Lord Gennai’s oh so clear intellect. Yes, of course, it was not customary for an artist to strip a model naked for his own perverted whims!

“I am uncertain of the norms for dragons, Lord Gennai, but artistry on my homeworld is often conducted in such a manner. This is both within the academy as well as professional and private settings. I was not aware that I had caused any harm, at least no harm was brought to my attention when Lady Nael was here for her studies.” He defended himself.

“To my knowledge, it is not the norm for artists to make such a request of their clients.” He replied back.

Kels froze, and bowed again in submission, his hands nervously wringing.

“You have my apologies, Lord Gennai.” He stammered, feeling the anxiety built up so tight inside him he felt like he should bolt out his own door and towards the space port. He couldn’t think of anything else to say! When he didn’t have a naked dragon in front of him his silver tongue didn’t seem to work! Her husband was here in the flesh, clothed, and staring down at him from atop of Mount Consequences!

“Lady Nael had many things to say about you.” The dragon replied.

“I- I hope that her words were kind.” He replied, unable to hide the trembling in his voice, and in response he refused to lift his head out of fear of giving anything more away.

With his eyes cast downward all he could see was the dragon taking steps towards him, and his heart froze. Lord Gennai unclasped his hands before the fox knew it the dragon had placed both hands firmly over his shoulders.

“She had kind things to say, Master Kels. Please, rise.” The dragon told him, and Kels awkwardly rose. Lifting his head, he was obligated to actually look up at the dragon. Their eyes met, and the expression he saw was not what he’d expected.

The dragon looked puzzled, perhaps even concerned, his eyes narrowing down at the fox as he looked the smaller man over.

“I- I am glad to hear that!” Kels replied, but he didn’t feel any sense of relief with the dragon looming over him, hands on his shoulders. The fox had never felt smaller, nor so close to tasting the bitter flavor of consequence!

“Are you well, Master Kels?” He asked him, and the fox could only force a smile in reply as he struggled to put together words in his head.

“Yes! Of course!” He replied, forcing a smile, and trying to maintain his fragile façade.

“I would hope so. My wife told me she was delighted by the quality of your work and encouraged me that I should indulge your needs as she had.” The dragon told him, removing his hands from his shoulders before turning away again to tilt his gaze back towards the table and easels. His own heart was still racing with the terrible fear that his doom was soon to rear its ugly head.

“You would have my utmost appreciation, Lord Gennai. I only desire to create the finest works for my clients!” Kels insisted, almost hastily.

Lord Gennai then stepped further away and began to pace around the table with Kels being drawn in behind to follow in the dragon’s wake. With his slender frame moving gracefully about his home, Kels couldn’t articulate his situation. He did not know if the sword was about to drop or if he’d somehow dodged his own oblivion! The dragon was now admiring the many works of art hanging on the far wall, the very same ones that Lady Nael had seen herself when she was here last.

“What do you need of me, Master Kels? Provide instruction, please.” The dragon announced suddenly, casting his hand out to direct the fox’s attention back to the table in the middle of the room.

“Ah, yes, of course! If you would like to begin then, and only if you are comfortable with it, my Lord, but you may strip bare for me please. I will then direct you into a pose for me to draw.” He replied, nearly breaking into a stutter. His mood, his wits, were all out of whack and he was struggling to reign himself in. He doubted his mask was foolproof, the dragon had to have noticed that Kels was off his game!

The dragon turned to face the table and stared at it intently. His facial expression was difficult to read, but it looked as if he was a mix of deep thought and what might have been frustration.

When he began to disrobe Kels retreated to one of his easels and made himself look busy, like he was preparing to draw. The reality was that he wanted to put distance between himself and the dragon whose wife he’d only recently deflowered with his own lecherous hand!

The dragon removed his belt and wrapped it tight into a bundle before placing it aside on a nearby stool. He was being very deliberate with his actions, each item of his attire being removed patiently until it was left folded neatly on the same stool as his belt. Kels couldn’t help but watch, wide eyed. His fear of a death sentence, his rapidly beating heart, was now ebbing as he watched the slender dragon drop item after item onto the stool, revealing more and more of his slender and lithe frame.

Lord Gennai was not the stereotype of raw masculinity. He was a lean, smooth man of the pencil and parchment. It did not look like he exercised, but rather simply adopted a healthy diet to keep his figure trim with no more fat on him than was required for his health. He was not feminine, but he was not unappealing in an endearing way. Had Kels been a fox to dip his toes liberally into the camps of both sexes he would have gladly considered Lord Gennai a fine mark to pursue.

But, as it stood, Kels was not so easily seduced by men, and he could stand to be more objective. Lord Gennai was like a glamorous fashion model, slender and almost too perfect in his features.

When the dragon removed the final item, his underwear, Kels gulped. The dragon finished stripping and straightened up his back before drawing his hands back behind his back again, assuming the formal and polite posture he was most comfortable with. He turned to face Kels, his full frontal on display, the dragon’s face appearing now as a noticeable shade of pink.

“With your permission, Lord Gennai, please do be seated on the table.” Kels directed the dragon, mindful of the subtle changes in the dragon’s demeanor but also being ever aware that a sword dangled over his head.

The threat of it dropping at any moment kept him very sober as he watched Lord Gennai move towards the table before carefully climbing on top of it. Since he’d been directed to take a seat, he lowered himself down and crossed his legs under him. Kels watched as the dragon spared himself the loss of what was left of his modesty by putting both hands in his lap, obscuring the view of his cock and balls.

Kels wasn’t going to direct him further from this, as he was still too afraid to push ahead like he had with Lady Nael. Instead, he stepped over to the easel he’d prepared and from that placement he checked his view. The artist within him hated the angle the dragon was viewed from, and so the fox lifted the easel and moved it a few feet clockwise around the table until a better vantage was found. Finding the new angle to be suitable, Kels tolerated the lackluster pose the dragon had taken and began to patiently draw.

Instinct told him to cling tight to that patience. He did not rush this pose, and let his pencil carefully build the dragon’s form onto the page with measured and steady strokes. After a while his nerves did calm down, but he wasn’t a fool. With every stroke of his pencil, he knew the sword could just as easily lay a stroke across his very throat!

Though the pose was a poor choice, it served Kels well enough as a base. He was able to capture the dragon’s form easily, the shape of his slender torso and the manner of his profile. Lord Gennai was a handsome dragon, by Kels’ estimate, but his form was rather lithe. Almost effeminate. Not that that mattered when the tool hanging between his legs was as sizeable as that monster! Kels almost couldn’t keep it out of his mind, no wonder Lady Nael had issues in the bedroom!

Was he even larger than that when erect? By how much? The thought of it almost distracted him enough to forget about the sword overhead, but no, he was no fool! A pervert, a risk taker, yes, but no fool.

“I am done with this pose, Lord Gennai. If you would allow me, I would like to help adjust you into a new pose.” He spoke up, stepping away from his easel.

“Of course.” The dragon replied, and when Kels carefully gestured with his hands for the dragon to stand, he did so carefully.

Lord Gennai was as modest as his wife, and just as quick to both disrobe and reveal himself. It had been so quick and simple to strip this one bare. However, this meant nothing. Kels considered it more, biting his tongue whenever necessary, but thought that perhaps Lady Nael had said something to him…

Nothing negative, no! Perhaps she’d omitted whatever would embarrass her most or even bring her shame, and instead sang Kels’ praises! That could indeed explain why Lord Gennai was so easily convinced into exposure. No, no. Kels was getting ahead of himself. He was making assumptions!

“If you could join me on the floor, I’d like to show you how I’d like you to stand on the table.” He told the dragon, and continued to gesture, beckoning Lord Gennai to step down from the table.

The dragon, so much taller than Kels, easily took a step down and joined Kels. The fox could tell by his demeanor that he was embarrassed, but unlike his wife, he was much better at hiding his emotions. Fitting, for a man. It was to be expected!

“May I see what you’ve drawn of me before we continue?” Lord Gennai asked.

“Of course! Here.” Kels replied, stepping aside and letting the dragon approach his easel without restraint. Was the dragon stalling? Perhaps.

Lord Gennai looked at the drawing a for a moment.

“I look uncomfortable.” He commented after several long moments.

“This is your first time modeling nude, is it not?” Kels asked, prying for information he suspected he already knew.

“Yes, you are correct.” He replied.

“Then your discomfort is understandable. I’ve had the opportunity to capture many subjects nude, Lord Gennai. It is normal to feel that way at first, but many find that after a short time they become at ease. Like standing in nature, you become as natural to it as the wind and trees.” Kels replied as eloquently as he could, maintaining his act to the letter.

“I hope that I can perform as well as Lady Nael. What pose would you like me to assume next, Master Kels?” The dragon asked, turning away from the easel to face the fox.

That enormous cock hanging limp between his legs was almost too much! The raw and unbridled curiosity of that hose demanded that Kels draw it!

“I think I will choose a pose that will help you appear more confident in the next drawing. When I posed Lady Nael, I wanted some of the work to reflect the best of her, and I will do my best to do the same for you. Please, step closer to the table.” He told Lord Gennai.

The dragon nodded and complied.

Kels approached him and reached out for one of his arms and silently asked for permission to touch him.

“Of course.” Came the reply.

Kels took him by one wrist very gently and guided his hand up to his chin. He didn’t bother to be meticulous, and simply lifted Lord Gennai to suspend his hand up high. Meanwhile he lightly touched his fingertips to the dragon’s body, nudging and pushing. Lord Gennai was a quick study and allowed himself to be adjusted here and adjusted there.

It was so thrilling to mold this dragon to his desire that he’d almost forgotten the danger he was in! This almost made it more exciting, like a deadly game of chance!

The fox squatted down and began to carefully instruct Lord Gennai on what to do with his feet, and then his tail. He stood back up and gently took the dragon by the other arm and pretended to explore two options for pose. The truth was that he already knew what he wanted to see out of this pose, he was just using this playful act as a way of stalling.

Lord Gennai was so tall, and perhaps so gullible, that he could not see or understand that Kels was just staring at his fat flaccid cock the entire time. However, all good things come to an end, and he placed the dragon’s hand on his hip before stepping away.

“Do you feel that this pose suits you? I felt that if I tried something elegant, thoughtful, that it might capture your spirit well.” Kels told him.

Lord Gennai wiggled in his pose, touching his uplifted hand to his chin, adjusting the other on his waist.

“I would not say this is how I stand in deep thought, Master Kels. I am uncertain if this would capture anything of me that I would recognize.” He replied.

“That’s unfortunate, Lord Gennai. How might you envision yourself? Might I see?” He asked, letting the powerful dragon assume control over his own exposure for the moment while the fox pretended to take in the dragon’s figure as an artist should, when he just wanted to see him naked as any scandalous lecher rightly would.

Lord Gennai looked thoughtful, relaxing his posture. It really looked as if he was trying to think of a good answer.

“I am not certain, Master Kels. It is a surprising challenging question you’ve presented me with.” He replied.

“Perhaps I might suggest another?” He replied in turn.

The dragon nodded, and gestured with a hand that he could. The fox took his own turn to lift a hand to his chin, playing the role of thoughtful artist.

“Imagine you are standing in a room filled with your peers, esteemed individuals all. Someone you respect is speaking about something important, and you’re listening intently. How might you be standing in this situation? Where would you hold your hands? Your tail?” Kels asked.

This led the dragon to deeply consider himself again, the expression clear on his face.

Then, he rocked his weight over to one leg, curled an arm around his middle to tuck his hand under his arm, then lifted his free hand up over his shoulder. His tail swung around to curl about his feet. As Kels watched, Lord Gennai continued to fidget in his pose as he nudged and wiggled himself. The expression on his face made it clear that he was fighting with his memory, trying to remember how he stood when in such a situation like Kels had described.

It was honestly a rather feminine pose! His body was so elegantly lithe that with a simple shift of weight from both feet to the lonely one, his outturned hip had a captivating quality. If it were not for his cock and lack of breasts Kels would have gladly ran his hands up and down the dragon’s body. He stifled a chuckle at himself, he would run his hands over Lord Gennai anyway! He had such an interesting body!

“Perhaps this?” Lord Gennai volunteered, finally settling himself into a posture that no longer wiggled or fidgeted. It was positively elegant!

“Lovely, Lord Gennai. I do think this captures you well! This would make a fine study, fine enough to send home with you.” He replied, complimenting the dragon.

“Won’t you need to keep it for your studies before you paint Lady Nael and myself?” He replied back.

“Perhaps, but if I do many good studies today, I can certainly send one home with you, or have it sent later. When everything is all said and done, I would like to gift all of my studies to you both as a part of your purchase, Lord Gennai.” He told him.

“That would be lovely to see. Lady Nael spoke highly of how you drew her. After we finish this pose may I see what you drew of her?” He asked.

Kels froze, sensing danger!

“Ah, certainly. I can retrieve them after I draw this next pose. Are you pleased with your posture, your tail? Do you think anything is missing?” He replied, drawing the dragon’s attention away from the drawings of his wife and towards his own future drawings.

The dragon chuckled a little.

“All that is missing is a glass of wine. I cannot host a function without it.” He said with a soft smile.

“Hold one moment.” Kels replied, then left at once, leaving the dragon confused as Kels went to the kitchen, rummaged quickly through a cabinet, and then returned with an empty glass of wine. Upon seeing the glass, the dragon’s eyes lit up.

“You have a taste for wine, Master Kels? I was unaware.” The dragon asked as he reached out with his uplifted hand to take the glass into his own, quickly cradling the bulb in his hand with the stem deftly nestled between his fingers. The way he held a glass was so exquisite that it was obvious this was the only beverage he probably drank outside of water.

“It’s what I prefer to drink. I enjoy both the flavor of a rich red, as well as the gentleness of its potency. I appreciate an alcohol that allows me to drink more of it before I have to stop.” He replied, smiling.

He wasn’t lying! If Kels was going to get drunk, he wanted to be drinking something that left his belly feeling fuller than anything a bottle of liquor could do. He was a light weight with alcohol and needed something with lower proof.

“This is a pleasant surprise! Many here on City 17 seemed to prefer beer and vodka. It’s very unfortunate that so few share my refined taste.” Lord Gennai replied, outing himself as a total wine-oh.

“Lord Gennai, if you promise to pose for me as well as Lady Nael I can go and fill that glass for you.” He said with a mischievous smile. Oh, he was feeling very mischievous now!

“I cannot possibly imbibe of your supply, wine is such a luxury! I would hate to deprive you of something in such low supply.” He replied.

“Nonsense, Lord Gennai. You are commissioning me for a grand work, and I assure you that your payment can replace any one bottle I sacrifice for your entertainment. I have a fresh Merlot if you’d enjoy a taste?” He offered.

The dragon hesitated, his hand rolling the empty glass in the air in the same way an alcoholic might have done. Kels had him. He’d found the weakness! If he was truly as gullible as his wife, then a glass of alcohol might just guarantee Kels’ safety! He was overjoyed at the prospect!

“If you insist, Master Kels, then I will not refuse your generosity, and you have my word that I will do my best to measure up to the standard set by Lady Nael.” He replied and offered back the empty glass.

Kels took it, politely bowed, then left. Soon as his back was turned, he was grinning ear to ear! He went into the kitchen and began to open his pantry. He had three bottles of wine on hand, all of which were difficult to get. He’d been saving them for special occasions, and this certainly counted as one!

He pulled out the merlot, popped the cork, then carried it and the glass back to Lord Gennai who looked pleased at being offered ‘free’ wine. Kels wanted him to watch the pour, as the fox filled the glass handsomely then gently returned it to the dragon.

Lord Gennai took it, then immediately put the rim of the glass under his nose to inhale. Absolutely a wine-oh.

“Black pepper, cinnamon, in a cedar barrel most likely. Something else I cannot quite define.” He offered his read of the wine without being asked.

Kels twisted the bottle in his hand, reading the label.

“You are correct on all counts. You are probably smelling the vanilla.” He replied.

The dragon lifted his brows with understanding, inhaled again.

“Vanilla indeed. The cinnamon almost overpowers it.” He replied, then took a careful sip.

The dragon was now so fixated on his love of wine that he seemed completely at ease despite being nude. Completely unbothered. Excellent!

“You can have as much as you desire, Lord Gennai. But first, perhaps you can retake your pose on the table?” Kels asked, directing him with his hands to the center of the table.

“Of course.” He replied and broke his pose to step up onto the table. He maneuvered himself to the center and adjusted himself into the pose he’d been in moments before, elegant and refined with a heavy glass of wine in his hand.

Kels grabbed his easel and moved it. He wanted to draw Lord Gennai’s cock almost as bad as he wanted to draw the rest of him, and so the easel must be moved! He wiggled it to a stop in the perfect spot, giving himself a nice angle to work with that showed all of the dragon’s front and a bit of his side.

“Stand as still as possible, Lord Gennai, but you can drink as much as you want if you can minimize how much you move while you do so.” Kels said, rotating out the paper he’d drawn on to replace it with a blank one.

“Of course, Master Kels. I will remain as still as possible.” The dragon replied, taking another sip. Wine had proved to be the perfect lubricant to bring into this situation. Kels could already feel the sword above him drifting away like a cloud in the wind!

And so Kels began to draw and draw he did! With such a better pose in front of him he felt the passion overtake him, and his hand worked quickly and with such skill! It’d been months since he had a male model to work with, let alone a nude one. Capturing Lord Gennai’s refined form was more pleasant than he could have ever imagined.

All the better, too. When he’d been so captivated by Lady Nael his loins were constantly aching away like a pesky distraction. The fox, despite how lecherous he was, had no particular affinity for men. His affection for the male form was more… pure. Well, not quite pure. There was purity, yes, in the art of drawing the male form. However, the lecherous fox admired the male body even more in its function as a tool which existed to breed a female! Kels was no stranger to pornography, and the mere idea that one day that impression tool dangling between Lord Gennai’s legs would… Kels had to control himself! Control himself less he be forced to put up with another erection!

When he finished the drawing thirty or so minutes later, he was very pleased with himself. The way he’d captured Lord Gennai was positively divine, and the glass of wine the dragon had been holding was now quite empty.

“I am finished, Lord Gennai. Please, step down, I’d like you to see.” Kels told him, and the dragon broke his stance with a look of relief.

Kels was already picking up the wine bottle from a nearby stool and offering to refill the dragon’s glass. The Wine-oh couldn’t refuse the offer and extended his hand and the glass along with it. Kels refilled it, and tried to sneakily fill it with more wine than he had last time. When he was done, he put the bottle back down and encouraged Lord Gennai to admire the art he’d drawn.

When the dragon saw himself on the page, he looked…

Kels believed he was watching two emotions play out at once. The first, and stronger of the two, was embarrassment. The second was excitement.

“This is an incredible drawing of me, Master Kels! This is much better than the last, you captured my like you’d taken a photo.” He sang Kels’ praises, and the fox lapped it up.

“I try my best, no matter the struggle.” He replied.

The dragon stepped closer, admiring the work between sips from his glass. Meanwhile, Kels stepped back and admired the dragon himself from behind, analyzing Lord Gennai’s physique from a different angle. So slender, so smooth! If caught unawares one might mistake his body type for that of a petite female, perhaps were it not for the width of his shoulders being a tad too wide.

When the dragon turned to face him, the fox quickly lifted his gaze to meet the dragon’s before it could be noticed that the fox had been gawking.

“What next will you need of me, Master Kels?” he asked.

“Another pose but seated this time. If you may step back up onto the table?” Kels asked, gestured towards the table again, and the dragon obliged him, glass in hand.

Once Lord Gennai was again on the table Kels retrieved an empty stool and set it on the table alongside the dragon and pushed it deep until it came to rest in the middle. Kels invited the dragon to sit, which he did, and then the fox began to carefully guide him into a desirable position.

When he was done the dragon was titled away from Kels’ easel, allowing him access to his backside with a hint of profile for the face. This was good!

Not only would this pose be pleasing to draw, but it allowed Lord Gennai to continue to drink, and the more he drank the more pliable he’d become. What Kels wanted more than anything right now was for the dragon to be drunk and happy. Drunk, happy people did not threaten to evict you, or kill you! Huzzah!

He paced himself slowly at first, when the dragon began, and when the glass of wine in the dragon’s hand turned empty, he asked if Lord Gennai would like another. The dragon had seemed reluctant, but ultimately replied that he would.

Kels paused, refilled his glass a little too much, then returned to drawing.

By the time the fox was done with the pose he wasted time nitpicking the little details while Lord Gennai seemed to sway gently in his seat as the alcohol soaked into his bones as it was want to do. Kels wore a mischievous smile on his face the entire time, knowing that he was safe and in the clear! This was more his territory, being in control of a scenario suited him much better than being on the back foot!

With three poses done, Kels was contemplating what to make of the dragon next.

“Lord Gennai, I am finished if you would like to see?” He told the dragon, who swayed in his seat before beginning to rise.

His glass was empty, and with how the dragon was no longer as graceful as he’d been when he’d arrived Kels was glad that the topic of alcohol had come up. He watched as the dragons slid himself off the table and moved towards him and his easel with the subtle sway of a man who’d drank a little too much too quickly.

And the entire time the dragon did not seem phased at all by his own nudity! Get him drunk and suddenly the emperor cannot see his own clothes, or lack of it!

“Lovely!” He proclaimed, admiring the drawing on the page.

“Thank you.” Kels replied with a smile.

As the dragon continued to let his gaze linger at the drawing Kels took a quiet step back to admire the dragon’s form once again. From his toes and all the way up to his head the fox was trying to figure out what he wanted to draw next. He began to gnaw on one side of his teeth as he struggled with a pose idea until it finally came to him.

He’d finished, and quite literally at that, Lady Nael with a reclining pose that put her entire body on display. He could do the same to Lord Gennai, like a matching set! He’s drunk enough to not give a damn if his cock is out.

“I think it best if I do one more drawing of you, Lord Gennai, though if you’d like to take a break to rest yourself or stretch your limbs then you may.” Kels suggested, and the dragon looked away from the easel at him.

“I should stretch, I have held the same poses for a long while.” He agreed and began to walk back towards the table.

Kels watched as the dragon instinctively tried to drink again from his glass only to remember that it was empty. The dragon sat the glass down on the table with a sigh, but the fox did not offer to refill it. He’d drunk enough as it was and would eventually need to leave. Kind of hard to do that if you’re so drunk you can’t walk a straight line!

So, Kels instead went to his stood and sat himself down, and waited as the dragon lazily stretched his legs. What an incredibly lithe and lean body the man had, such an elegant form to draw! The three drawings he’d done so far were good studies, but one more of his front in a lewd display would be perfect for his lecherous collection. Putting it side by side with his wife’s would be the icing on the most decadent of cakes!

“I believe I am ready, Master Kels.” Lord Gennai finally announced. Kels hopped off his stool.

“Excellent, Lord Gennai, please then do step back onto the table.” He told him.

The dragon complied, carefully stepping up onto the platform before waiting for further instruction.

“When your wife was here last my final drawing of her was a beautiful study of her reclined. If you may sit down and lay on your back, I would like to capture your form in a similar manner I did for Lady Nael.” He invited him, and the dragon obeyed and sat, the sway of his body a little harder now that enough time had passed for the alcohol to better soak into his system.

Like putty, the dragon was. The lecherous fox had no trouble in guiding the dragon down onto his back and was no more than clay in the hand as Kels grabbed wrist and limb alike, pushing and pulling body parts where he wanted them to be. He took his time, stepping away from the table to move about the room to check angles and to test if the pose was to his liking.

“This will be the final pose, Lord Gennai so I am trying to ensure that it is the best that it can be.” He assured the dragon, who nodded in reply.

“I trust your skill, Master Kels.” He replied.

The fox stepped back to the table, grabbed the dragon’s tail and pulled it around and laid it across his legs. The pose as it was now damn near feminine, a sort of coiled s-curve made up by the position of his arched back and bent knees. One leg was brought forward, bent at the knee, while the other was stretched back, his arms laid across his chest and stomach in such a delicate manner.

It almost looked like he was lounging lazily in the morning, that perfect morning when you stretch your body out at sunrise to wake, but not yet willing to escape the covers. Relaxed, comfortable, and with the dragon completely naked...

Erotic. Perfect.

The only thing that broke the pose for him was the dragon’s fat cock. That was the only body part that was out of place! It was just… flopped there, laying limp down the inside of his inner thigh like gravity was still trying to pull it down towards his knees. When Kels stepped back to his easel to move it a few feet to the left, he had the perfect spot figured out! The angle here was perfect but then he’d see the dragon’s fat prick and frown.

It was like looking down the barrel of a gun, the size and scale of it hidden by the extreme foreshortening. If he could just… move it to the side, to let it drape over his thigh and towards the table that would be better. It would let him capture the dragon’s full flaccid size perfectly.

“Lord Gennai, I am almost ready, but I’m afraid there is a part of you that must simply be moved if I am to have the perfect pose.” He said.

“You may move me, Master Kels.” The dragon replied, uncaring and looking quite relaxed now that he was actually allowed to sag to the table like a lazy lump at sunrise. This was a pose that required little effort to hold.

Of course, the dragon had no idea that Kels wanted to move his cock, but he had given his blessing to move him, so perhaps… The fox moved away from his easel and approached the table, seeing that the dragon had shut his eyes as if to nap. Feeling shameless, he leaned over the edge of the table and reached out for the dragon’s cock and yet did not touch it.

Kels straightened out his hand, letting it hover just over his flaccid cock so that he could use his the length of his own hand as a ruler. He did this once, and then again. Pulling his hand away, he then counted that Lord Gennai was a little more than a hand and a half in length!

And he was still soft! No wonder, no fucking wonder she had been reluctant, no! No, they had both been reluctant. Kels’ heart was racing at what he was about to do.

But he did it anyway, he reached down at last and gently grabbed the middle of the dragon’s cock and pulled it away from his inner thigh to shift it. Lord Gennai popped his eyes open wide and looked at him, then down at the orange furred hand grasping his member as Kels finished adjusting the position of his cock.

“If you do not mind, Lord Gennai. The pose was unbecoming of you from the easel’s point of view, and I knew I had to move you.” He told the dragon apologetically.

Though drunk, the dragon still had enough sense to be embarrassed. Despite this, he nodded along with what Kels had said.

“Of course, I trust your judgement on matters artistic.” He replied.

“I will return to the easel and check to see if the pose is fitting. If not, I may need to adjust you again.” He told him and was met with another nod of agreement.

Kels went back to the easel just like he’d explained and looked. The pose looked perfect! This was so much better than before. As he examined Lord Gennai from afar, he realized he was wringing his own hands, the memory of the dragon’s cock still fresh in his mind. The dragon’s cock had been so warm, almost strangely so. He milked the moment for all that it was worth, giving himself the excuse that the pose must be perfect if he was to draw it.

He lifted his hand to tap his chin, noticed a hint of cinnamon. He furled his brow, where did that smell come from? He didn’t own anything that would smell like… He looked down at his hand, looking at the very palm that had touched the dragon’s cock only moments ago.

Lord Gennai wasn’t watching him, his eyes shut again as he tried to relax himself. Kels opened his hand and smelled his palm, caught the whiff again of cinnamon. Did the dragon’s dick smell like cinnamon? Was this perfume? Do dragons spritz cologne on their cocks, or do they just smell this way? Lady Nael had smelt strongly of flowers when he’d fingered her…

Hmm. No matter, he wanted to continue milking today’s fruits for all the juice it had to offer.

“I will make another adjustment, Lord Gennai.” He told him, and there was a nod in reply.

The pose was perfect, but he wanted to see how far he could make it go. He stepped back to the table, and carefully grabbed the dragon’s cock and adjusted its position, then boldly cupped the dragon’s nuts in his hand and shifted him. Lord Gennai opened his eyes again and was now watching him with continued embarrassment, Kels catching sight of a hint of pink across his face.

“Forgive, please, but I must be quite particular with how you are positioned. Your endowment is causing me slight trouble with the pose. I don’t feel it would be becoming of you to be drawn improperly.” Kels made the excuse.

“I… I understand, Master Kels. Do as you must.” He replied with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Kels adjusted the nuts some more, marveling at how massive and heavy they were! With how smooth his and Lady Nael’s skin was Kels could almost imagine it. If he ever bent her over and fucked her the slapping of these meaty balls against the back of her thighs would have been divine! His lecherous side was now fully awakened, and even though Lord Gennai was a man this didn’t stop his cock from stirring from the thoughts swimming in his head. Oh, to witness their first union, a true meeting of draconic beauties!

He let go of his balls, and even as he moved back to adjust the dragon’s cock, he had to wonder what other surprises the dragons had in store. He knew from the Net programs that dragons were rather productive but considering that dragons did not participate in pornography he’d never been able to see it. What he knew was textbook grade material for educational purposes.

Bah, the puritans!

“I have drawn many dragons since moving to City 17, but I must confess your physique is the most impressive, Lord Gennai.” Kels decided to gamble a little more, working himself up to blatantly bragging on his client’s behalf.

“Thank you.” Came the awkward reply, revealing that Kels was in the clear and that the dragon was not in control at the moment.

“With your size I want to position you correctly so that my study doesn’t appear unflattering.” He continued.

“Of course, I- I do understand somewhat.” The dragon replied, eyes open but looking away from the fox.

“Is it a challenge to hide such an endowment? I would have never guessed it from our previous meetings.” Kels was feeling so bold now, as he continued to nitpick the dragon’s cock and balls, shameless nudging them slightly like pieces of fruit in a bowl.

As he manipulated the still life in the dragon’s lap, Lord Gennai looked positively flustered, his face alight with pink as his skin flushed. Kel stepped back and returned to his easel to check the angle. Oh, it was better now! The subtle shift of the nuts actually did look better. The balls could probably remain as they are now, but he’d gone and ruined the position of his cock. The angle was ghastly from this angle and needed to be moved again.

“I would… I would agree. It is. My slender frame adds to the difficulty.” Lord Gennai confessed.

“I can imagine it would. Your figure is so elegant and refined that I’d have never suspected your endowed to be so impressive.” Kels complemented, then returned to the table to fix the cock.

When he reached for the dragon’s cock this time, he could smell the scent of cinnamon growing before his finger could even touch his skin. It was unmistakable! The scent had to be coming from the dragon! Was this perfectly normal? Did dragons just smell this nice, and was it due to their arousal?

He wrapped his hand around his client’s tool and discovered that the still life was slowly becoming a stiff one. Thicker around the middle, and firmer, the dragon was beginning to pop an erection!

“I have to apologize, Lord Gennai. I did not intend to arouse you.” Kels replied with the utmost apology but hidden behind his sorrowful expression was a sly fox who was grinning from ear to ear!

The dragon was suddenly redder in the face, awkwardly squirming in his pose upon the table.

“No, no, it is my fault! It does as it does, Master Kels.” He stammered in reply and began to move as if he wanted to pick himself up off the table.

“No, stay put! Relax, please!” Kels insisted, and the dragon obeyed. As the fox continued to hold the cock in his hand the dragon tried to relax and resume his pose even as his erection swelled in Kels’ hand.

“I’m so very sorry, this is not becoming of me at all.” Lord Gennai continued to stammer, obviously embarrassed while also being too drunk to rightfully blame Kels for molesting his cock to orgasm.

“Nonsense, sometimes the body does as it does, like you said. My need for perfection is to blame, I wanted the perfect pose for our final drawing.” Kels replied, stared openly at the dragon’s cock as it continued to swell to life. The larger it got the harder it became for him to keep his thumb and fingertips touching.

Kels eyes widened, like dinner plates as Lord Gennai reached his full impressive size. He couldn’t wrap his hand around it anymore! He let go and measured it with his hand again. Doubled in length! Staggering!

“My word. Lady Nael was not embellishing your endowment when she explained your marriage.” The fox wryly confessed, revealing that he already knew the very big secret of their marriage.

“O-our marriage?” The dragon looked at him, face aghast at Kels confession.

“She confided in me while I drew my studies of her, and she told me that the two of you had fears that your endowment was too large for her.” He explained, now trying to wrap his fingers around the full circumference of the dragon’s cock and failing to do so.

Lord Gennai looked away, now looking ashamed of himself.

“Though I do not know if she took my advice, I hope that the two of you were able to resolve your crisis. It’s a shame that the two of you have yet to consummate your marriage properly.” Kels continued, laying siege to the dragon’s weakness now that it was exposed and erect in the fox’s hand.

“A-advice? I, she, had not told me anything of advice.” Lord Gennai stammered.

“What, perhaps, did she tell you? When she left my home, she never made it clear how she would bring up the issue with you.” Kels asked, now using this chance to fish for what he needed to know.

With the dragon now literally in his clutches he could figure out what his wife had actually told him! What luck! Now that good fortune was smiling down on him, Kels was eager to exploit it!

“Why, well…” The dragon tried to reply, but had to look back down his body at the furry hand that was now gently stroking him with the smallest of motions.

“M-must you, Master Kels? Your hand, you see…” He was completely at the fox’s mercy, even when he was making a flimsy protest at having his cock touched and stroked.

“You are too excited, Lord Gennai. If it isn’t any trouble to you, I can help relax you with my hand and then it’ll be easier for you to lay back while I draw you.” The fox replied, smiling gently. “It certainly isn’t any trouble to me, rest assured.”

“I-I do not know if I should permit, my wife, my Lady, she, well…” He was flushed in the face, squirming on the table as Kels began to lengthen his strokes until his hand was rocking up and down a full half of the dragon’s cock. Slow and steady strokes like he was massaging a tight muscle, which in a way he certainly was!

Kels chuckled, thinking of Lady Nael. With a smile he stroked his hand down towards the dragon’s impressive balls and reached down to cup them, feeling their weight and trying to imagine how they might sound as they slapped the back of his wife’s ass while he fucked her.

“Lady Nael is much like you, Lord Gennai. Both of you were very nervous to be drawn nude and despite my best efforts to make you both comfortable you each became… excited as you said. With your permission, I will make sure you are relaxed for this final pose, same as I did for your wife.” Kels offered both a suggestion as well as a confession.

The dragon looked at him, eyes wide even as his face appeared pink with shame and embarrassment.

“S-she permitted you, to…?” He asked.

“Yes, while I gave her advice on how to consummate your marriage. Did she tell you what I had suggested?” He asked.

The dragon shook his head.

“She, she only told me that she stripped bare to be drawn, and that you drew her wonderfully.” He replied quickly.

“Then I will do the same with you as I did with her and give advice while I get you nice and relaxed.” Kels told the dragon with a smile.

The way Kels was hovering near the dragon was uncomfortable, especially if he was trying to jerk this gullible dragon off. If he was to have his client eating from the palm of his hand the fox wanted to at least be in good comfort while he did it. Kels let go of the dragon’s nuts and stepped around to take a seat on the table, drawing his legs up and under himself so he could sit cross legged.

The dragon nervously watched him as he reached back to grab his cock.

“I gave her instructions on how to pleasure herself so that she could become better accustomed to taking an endowment as large as yours.” He began, starting to stroke the dragon’s cock with a steady rhythm.

“However, she did a poor job of explaining exactly how large you were, so I fear my advice was too insufficient to be of any help to you both.” He continued.

The dragon listened in stunned silence while he squirmed on the table, Kels noticing that his tail and toes were twitching.

“Do you often pleasure yourself, Lord Gennai? You seem very excitable, or perhaps it’s just that a hand that isn’t your own is performing the labor?” He asked, milking the dragon’s cock as well as the moment.

At this point he could no longer say that he was shocked or surprised that both dragons in this marriage were gullible fruit to be plucked. They do say that birds of a feather flock together, and somehow these two found themselves in the same sexless nest! Well, maybe not for long. If Kels had anything to say about it these two would not only be fucking one another, but he might just sweet talk them into letting him draw it!

Imagine it!

He could even coerce them into letting him film them! For educational purposes, for the pursuit of artistic mastery! He could lie through his teeth that he wanted muses to better understand the anatomy of a dragon! Oh, what joy it would be to have BOTH of them wrapped so tightly around his finger that he could get so up close to their clapping cheeks that he could take photos of this stupidly thick cock breaking her in two!

“N-no. I do not, Master Kels. I, you see, tend to be very busy.” He replied, awkwardly.

“A shame, with an endowment this impressive it must be quick a spectacle to behold. Oh, what am I saying, this is your own endowment. I’m sure that to you it is nothing special.” Kels replied, making sure to put as much flattery into his voice as he spoke.

He wished he hadn’t used the word ‘endowment’ before… What an annoying and prudish word. What this dragon had was a massive cock!

“I… I understood that it was very large.” He replied.

“Don’t fret, Lord Gennai, there are ways around every obstacle. When I was helping your wife relax, I explained to her that she should use masturbation to ensure that her tunnel is wet with arousal. My hope what that she would teach you how to masturbate her, and then once she was ready you might be able to more easily consummate your marriage.” Kels explained.

With every word he spoke the redder the dragon’s face became until he was trembling with embarrassment. Then there was a powerful throb echoing down the dragon’s cock, and Kels literally felt the belly of the beast twitching under his palm as a rope of sticky clear precum shot from his tip. It fell across the dragon’s chest and the dragon shot upright, trying to sit himself up.

“Master Kels, please, this is unwise!” Panic was in the dragon’s voice, but Kels leaned forward as quickly as the dragon was trying to rise.

He pressed his hand to the dragon’s chest and shoved, perhaps a little too hard, and the dragon fell backwards. The fox kept his hand on the dragon’s chest and pushed him back flat to the table.

“Lord Gennai, you will lay down and allow yourself to be relaxed.” Kels told him in a calm but firm voice, though on the inside he was actually afraid that perhaps he’d been too forceful.

“Y-yes, of course, Master Kels.” The dragon’s instant obedience surprised him!

“I know this may be a strange situation to be in for you, but please trust me, same as Lady Nael has done before you. You, as well as her, are in very safe hands.” He assured the dragon, speaking with as much warmth as the lecherous fox was capable of faking.

The dragon nodded.

“O-of course.” Was the reply.

Kels pulled his hand away from the dragon’s chest and resumed his stroking. Despite the dragon’s moment of panic his cock had not softened a bit! The sticky ooze that had shot across his chest was glistening, and soon more of the clear goo was joining it as it bubbled up from his tip to drool over the fox’s hand.

He didn’t even care, his heterosexuality was fully intact, cock in hand notwithstanding! Let this naïve, hung, rube make as much of a mess as he wants! The thrill of the con, the excitement of the manipulation, the fact he had this hoity toity socialite squirming like living clay in his hand was so POTENT a motivator!

This was a first for Kels, not just for having bamboozled the dragon’s wife, but to have successfully conned the husband as well!

The cock in hand jerked solidly, Kels again feeling the belly of his dick expand as a fresh rope of pre shot from his tip. The poor, poor Lord Gennai was beside himself with shame. His face was red as a tomato, hands trembling as he squirmed.

“Now back to what I was saying. I was instructing your wife on how to please herself with her hands, and my hope was that if she taught you how to do it to her on your own then the two of you might yet consummate your marriage. However, you are so hung.” The fox picked up from before, ditching the loathsome word ‘endowment’ at last.

“My new suggestion is that you each should teach the other how to pleasure each other. You can do her, and then she can do you. Think of it as a kind of therapy for the two of you, something very private, very intimate.” Kels added.

The dragon nodded quickly in agreement but was too ashamed to utter a word. His cock jerked again, shooting another clear rope across his chest, the amount of it now an impressive sum despite only being precum. Another look down at the dragon’s balls revealed they were already pulling up taut to his body. The fox was hardly doing anything! Was Lord Gennai a man of short fuse or was he simply pent up?

“When was the last time you climaxed?” The foxed asked.

When the dragon failed to reply.

“Lord Gennai?” He prompted.

The dragon shook his head, finally lifting a hand to cover his eyes out of embarrassment.

“Surely you don’t mean to tell me you’ve never experienced a climax?” He asked, and then shifted his hand so that his thumb was neatly placed over the belly of the dragon’s cock.

He squeezed and rubbed his hand all the way up his length until an enormous amount of clear pre oozed from his tip to drool all over his belly. When the tip of his thumb brushed up against the head of his cock the dragon suddenly jerked, arching his back.

Another rope of pre shot from his tip.

“I- Forgive me, I do not know how to respond!” The dragon replied, squirming more as Kels held his hand just below the head of his cock.

The fox got an idea, looking at the obviously sensitive head of the dragon’s cock.

He let his hand slip so that he could wrap his entire hand around the head of Lord Gennai’s dick. The dragon seized up stiff, back arching even more, the dragon spitting out a moan. More of that slimy pre spat from his tip, collecting in Kels’ palm before seeping through his fingers to drip over the dragon.

The dragon was panting quickly now, unable to relax himself, his back permanently arched while his muscles all twitched from the pleasure of a hand on his cock.

“You will answer me properly, Lord Gennai. It is beneath you to refuse such a simple request. When was the last time you popped your cork?” He asked again, more firmly, and squeezed his hand around the plump cockhead.

“Ah!” The dragon almost sounded feminine, moaning and writhing in the fox’s grip, more slimy pre oozing freely from his tip like a faucet left to drip.

One of his legs started twitching, the dragon’s eyes rolling back in his head until Kels let go of his cock. His dick fell, slapping the dragon against his own belly, the impact of it making his body jerk, a rope of clear pre spitting out across him. This was quite possibly the most lurid and degenerate scene that had ever graced Kels’ home!

The fox reached over and lifted the dragon’s cock again, the stiff rod like a hammer of a gun, being drawn back until it was standing upright.

“Lord Gennai. Answer my question please.” The fox asked with a smile.

“F-four. Four!” He was breathless, writhing and trembling still.

Kels pulled the dick back further towards the dragon’s knees before letting go again. His cock swung, followed by a loud wet clap as it slapped his stomach. The dragon let out a long, loud groan as his body shuddered with ecstasy as even more slime spilled and shot from his tip, coating him so thoroughly in his own precum that it was starting to become a mystery as to where it was all coming from.

“Days! Four days!” He shouted, defeated, groaning, pawing at the table with his hands.

Four days and he’s already this much of a pent up mess! What sort of monstrous balls do dragons have! Kels reached back out and lifted the cock, and the dragon didn’t protest, in fact he did the opposite.

“Please, I’m near.” He whimpered.

“Near to what, exactly? I didn’t hear what you said very well.” The fox asked, grinning, feeling so deliciously satisfied with himself.

“I’m going to cum! Please, let me!” Finally!

So these haughty dragons can be vulgar, saying how they can cum! Ha!

“I will let you cum, Lord Gennai, but only if you make me a promise!” Kels replied, squeezing the cock tightly in his hand and rolling his palm down his length oh so slowly.

“Yes, anything!” The dragon begged.

“Tonight, when you see your wife next, you will grab her pussy like I am grabbing your cock, and you will make her teach you how to please her. You will insist it of her, and you will not refuse to back down until she is cumming over your hand in ecstasy! Do you understand?” He demanded of him!

“Yes, I swear!” He pleaded.

“And you will swear to wrap her hand around your cock and make her stroke you until you pop your cork again, cumming all over her gorgeous tits?” The fox pressed, quickly jerking the dragon’s length up and down.

Lord Gennai writhed, back arching, mouth hanging agape as his eyes fluttered.

“Y-yes! Yes!” He whimpered and pleaded with him.

Feeling satisfied, Kels twisted in place, reaching with both hands so one hand gripped the shaft while the other wrapped tightly around the head.

The dragon shouted as the fox began to roughly knead the head of cock in one hand, violently pumping his shaft with the other. Lord Gennai kicked out with his legs, tail thrashing, eyes rolling back in his head.

Both of his fat nuts violently seized up, locking tight to his body before they both began to throb thickly, his taint pulsing angrily as the belly of his cock swelled impossibly thick. The first rope of cum shot through his cock so hard Kels could keep it slap against his hand mid-stroke, like water in a hose violently snaking through the coil.

The dragon wailed, hardly masculine now, just an effeminate and haughty noble howling his climax as cum erupted from his tip and into the fox’s palm, splashing out in all directions before spilling down across the dragon’s body.

The fox was wide eyed, face locked in a manic grin as he kept pumping the dragon, milking it hard as ounce after sticky ounce gushed from the sensitive tip. This was absurd! Impossible, were all dragons this virile, or just the gullible ones!

Mercy! The fox felt his own cock erupt in his pants! As he felt himself twitch, the dragon was twitching twice as hard, slinging more ropes of seed into his waiting palm. This naïve man’s wife was going to have her cunt drenched from petal to soul if Lord Gennai ever fucked her!

Kels was forced to double over, the pleasure in his own groin almost too much for him as he kept milking the dragon for all he was worth, getting a small taste of the ecstasy that the dragon was currently drowning in.

When the river of cum finally faded to the trickle, the table was soaked, a growing pool of milky white slime oozing messily across it until it was dripping over the edge and onto the floor. Lord Gennai seemed almost lifeless, near comatose on the table, arms and legs like wet rags now sagging limp, his tail draped over the edge like the man might truly have climaxed himself to death. But he wasn’t dead, he was just drunk and stupid for having let a randy, lecherous fox jerk him off so hard he passed out.

With the body of his client like wet clay, drenched in cum, Kels let go of his dick and started grabbing his other body parts. A few minutes later the dragon was now positioned into a pose the fox enjoyed, and with clothing wet with both his and the dragon’s cum, he stepped away from the table and moved back over to his easel. He started drawing, the only professional thing he’d done today.

As he began to rapidly sketch out the pose in front of him, the post nut clarity began to hit him like a brick to the head.

How was he going to get Lord Gennai clean and sober enough to leave his house without anyone suspecting he’d cheated on his wife with a perverted artist? And he’d gotten so drunk himself on the power trip he forced his client to promise he would go home and molest his wife! He was in a worse situation now than the one he’d started in!

If lust was an addiction, then Kels was certainly a fucking addict!