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"Oh god I am hard," Sedric muttered to himself as he slogged through the muddy field, inhaling the sweet countryside air. It felt good saying it, and it was true; breaking in his new waders like this was getting him horny as hell, watching mud cake on black rubber, the difference between them slowly vanishing in the evening light. If he hadn't worn the bright yellow rainsuit he wouldn't even have been able to tell by sight where the waders ended and the rest of his body began. He would have been like a shadow. But then if there was no chance of him being seen like this, where was the fun?

He looked around furtively, surveying the field and eyeing a small copse near its edge. Nobody was about. "My cock is rock hard in my rainpants," he said more loudly, enjoying the goofy, awkward sound of it and the thrilling rush of imagining how humiliated he'd feel if someone were to call out a response. He could do it right here in the open really, squelching his wadered feet deeper into the mud, but his eyes went back to the trees. He fancied giving himself at least a fighting chance at preserving his dignity if someone should come wandering. Mouth dry with anticipation, he stole over into the copse, only just inside its boundary

Looking out over the field from his barely more private spot, the dragon tugged out a pair of latex gauntlets from his jacket pocket. "These will feel so good polishing my rod," he enunciated as he pulled them on, flexing the fat and glossy black fingers. A loud, exaggerated moan followed as he ran his hands over the bulge in his pants, imagining some raincoated stud, or even a couple at that, finding him red (or black) handed and perhaps watching slyly until he was done, or announcing themselves openly and telling him to carry on. "Yeah my peeper's good and hard," he said again. Every phrase out of his mouth added to his embarrassed state. He had to force every one but when they were out they felt better each time. "Mmm yeah, I'm gonna have to wank my little peeper"

'Peeper' was his favourite slang term for his cock right now, especially in this field. He was currently of the opinion that diminutive, even childish terms like 'willy' and 'pecker' did the best at emphasising how small his member was, and 'peeper' just seemed to hit the spot perfectly. "Yes," he said again, forcing the volume further, "yes my peeper needs a good rub and tug..."

As he spoke he began fumbling with the buttoned fly of his raintrousers. It was a little more awkward with those gloves on, but he didn't care. Every second he struggled with a button was a second longer spent risking the likelihood of being found like this, and that just got him harder still. He had to take extra care in fact, worried he might end up knocking himself over the edge before he'd even really gotten his fill. "Oooh, I've got such a sensitive weewee," he cooed loudly as he felt the cool air on his prick at last, "oooh yeah, just need to... just need to really wank this thing, really really slowly, mmm and slap my balls with these gloves..."

He did as he described to himself, one latex gauntlet very delicately teasing the erect flesh whilst the other wound back and then struck his balls, making him wince with pain. "Oh god yes," he gasped, a few more slaps following, "I'm such a wanker!" He imagined the raincoated couple again catching him and laughing at his pathetic, humiliating display and had to ease his jerking back further still. He was so overexcited already, drops of precum forming at the head of his cock and glistening in the evening light on glove's latex fingertips. Taking his other hand off his balls for a moment, he licked and sucked his fingers as he imagined being encouraged to suck the cock of one of the raincoat voyeurs. He liked to imagine them as husband and wife, perhaps the husband was straight but he and she both agreed there was no threat to his sexuality in getting a blowjob from such an embarrassingly hung dragon as Sedric. His cock twitched giddily in his hand as he thought of it, another squirt of precum almost sending him into a panic and releasing his cock from his hands as he fought to cool down. "Oh god I'm so close," he said more loudly than ever with a slight, self-conscious giggle, "mmm I should be fucking my inflatable sheep out here"

The dragon refrained from jerking off for a few moments more before tentatively sliding the thick rubber up from the base of his organ to its tip. "Oooh yes, that's good and firm for wanking," he said with a smile. In the distance he thought perhaps he could hear the crunch of other boots somewhere in the field. Perhaps he was in danger of really being discovered? His heart was pounding inside his chest, about to turn and make a run for it, but visions of the mocking raincoated couple came back to him and his cock twitched again with delight. He took a deep breath, fingers gripping a little more purposefully on his tool. He'd deliberately engineered situations in the past where friends who shared his fetish would catch him in the act. Maybe he ought to take the risk for real? After all, the worst that could happen was that he was right and that some stranger mocked him or called him a pervert. He licked his dry lips, deciding that he was long overdue to be caught wanking. And who knew, it might even be that raincoated couple ready to get their own jollies out of him. "Oh god," he said aloud, very deliberately and measured for maximum clarity, "I am going to have such a wank in my raingear. I'm going to rub my little peeper until I squirt jizz all over my gloves and my rainsuit and my waders, and then I'll walk home with it still on my suit... And I think I'm going to do it with my knob still sticking out"

Now those words really got the shamefaced dragon's cheeks hot. Making sure he was facing straight out into the field, ears straining for any hint of footsteps, he gripped his pecker and began rubbing it once more. "Oh god look at me wanking my willy like this!" he squeaked, cringing and yet thrilled by the words' ridiculousness. He was sure he heard the footsteps again. Whoever was going to humiliate him, he hoped they had wellies on...

In the nightclub the crowd were in uproarious laughter as they watched the dragon making a fool of himself onstage, moaning about how close he was to orgasm. He had no idea he was there, mesmerised and now with his pants pulled down to expose his little weewee for their amusement. The cassowary responsible for his hypnotised state was lurking just off-stage, enjoying the dragon's dignity-destroying display with a busy hand of his own. He didn't feel an ounce of guilt about it; when someone turns up in full rainsuit and waders to a hypnotist who dresses in full-length black slicker and rainboots himself, well, one fetishist knows another. And the dragon had been goddamned eager to be selected as a participant. He licked his beak, feeling his own climax creeping up and glad the audience was entirely focused somewhere else. He wasn't about to openly masturbate for their pleasure, but that dragon had definitely wanted to be made a spectacle of

"Oh god, oh I'm cumming, I'm cumming..." the dragon moaned pitifully, "I'm... oh FUCK!" Jets of jizz sprayed onto the stage as the audience jeered merrily, and suddenly Sedric's eyes snapped wide as he realised he was most definitely not in a secluded field anywhere, though he certainly did have his hands on his peeper. Offstage the cassowary tensed as he felt himself creaming inside his heavy rubber mac, then instantly switching back to professional mode he stepped back out

"Well what a performance folks? You've been a wonderful guest Mr. Dragon, very enthusiastic! If you'd like to tuck your peeper away and step back down?"= = = = =

Dedicated to Cargo Weasel, who is wearing diapers