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*The Dragon pulls up to the street corner in his nice, expensive car. A college age Bear, the pimp, talks at the car window. "It's $75 for the hour, $125 for two." The Dragon places enough money in the Bear's hands for 7 days; his eyes widen and his jaw drops. The Bear motions the teenage Fox over as he places a key in the dragon's claw. He speaks enthusiastically, "This is for his chastity belt, but you might want to keep it on. He hasn't busted a nut in six months. He's an obedient, well-trained little pup, and the forced chastity makes him even more subservient. Have him back in a week or I'll come looking for you." He flashes the driver a smile as the kit gets into the passenger side with his back pack*

"Put your seatbelt on, pup. I like to drive fast, and I wouldn't want your pretty face smashed on the windshield if I have to stop suddenly."

*The teen does as instructed, pulling the shoulder strap across his chest and buckling it in place. He tightly holds his backpack in front of him between his legs.*

*The dragon rams the expensive sports car into gear and slams down on the accelerator making sure to spray as much gravel on the pimp bear as he can as the vehicle rockets down the street.* 'you got a name, pup?"

*The kit hesitates to answer* "...Tyler..." *the tone and lack of emotion in his voice gives the name's falsehood away*

*The dragon turns to examine and appraise the kit, which is frightening considering how fast he driving down the city streets.* "Try again. I don't like lairs."

*a slight shiver goes through the kit's spine as he feels the dragon's eyes all over his young body* "It's Maxwell, Sir."

*The dragon executes a few harrowing turns and launches the car up a ramp onto the freeway where he accelerates well beyond the speed limit.* "I had a best friend named Max when I was a teenager. He was a wolf. A great big wolf. We had a lot of fun together. Do you think you and I could have a lot of fun together, Maxwell?" *The dragon pulls out a small metal flask from inside his jacket and takes a sip.*

*The pup holds tight to his backpack, the only security he has in the fast moving racing vehicle being driven by the drinking dragon." "I-If that is w-w-what you wish, Sir." *The boy's voice possesses the trembling of trepidation and the monotone of rehearsal.*

*The dragon snorts, a wisp of smoke escaping his nostrils* "I wish a lot of things, boy. Wishes don't always come true even for men like me." "You sound cold, kid. Have a sip of this. It'll help." The dragon reaches over with his right arm, placing the flask in front of the kit's face.* "Go on. It's the highest quality, I can assure you. I can afford fine and expensive things. Sometimes even delicate and fragile things."

*The meaning of "delicate and fragile" is not lost on the kit. He wants to refuse, but experience with past clients and his pimp, has taught him the contrary. He places his muzzle around the lip of the flask, meaning to only take a small sip, but the speed of the car drives an entire mouthful into his unprepared muzzle. What he can't swallow, he coughs up onto his pants.* "I'm so sorry, Sir." *The apology was prompt and full of heartfelt subservience to a more dominant male energy.*

*The dragon jumps three lanes of traffic to reach the shoulder, slams on the brakes sending the car into a skidding stop off the side of the road. Dropping the gear into neutral and applying the emergency brake, he leans over the frightened teen, who is expecting a beating for wasting the expensive liquor. Instead, the dragon bends down and with his long serpentine tongue laps up the liquor as it begins to seep into the kit's pants.*

*The kit's eyes are clenched shut from the expectation of a beating. When he feels the dragon's tongue tickling his leg, he opens one eye slowly. He sighs relief from the sight of the dragon's attention being squarely focused on the liquor. Upon realizing all the things the dragons sharp horns and dagger like teeth are capable of in that position, the kit lets out a slight whimper, expecting the dragon to retaliate after it's finished saving what alcohol he can.*

*The last of the liquor had soaked into the kit's pants some time before the dragon finally raises his head. Placing his snout close to the fox's face, his tongue gently licks a few stray drops clinging to the fur under Maxwell's chin. The fox can smell the alcohol on his breath.* "It is such a shame to waste anything so fine and expensive. Speaking of which, do you know how much you are costing me?" *With a single claw of his right hand he traces the curve of the kits ears, head and neck.*

*The smell of the dragon's alcoholic breath causes Maxwell to flinch as the tongue laps at his muzzle. The pup freezes when he feels the claw tracing his features. He shakes his head in response to the dragon's query." "I do not, Sir. But I'd imagine this places me in the category of wishes that are possible for a man of your means." *The teen lets out a nervous laugh in an attempt to abate any wrath the dragon may be conceiling.*

*The dragon laughs a terrifyingly loud laugh.* "Wit! The kit has wit. Worth every penny I suspect." *He grinds the car back into gear and accelerates back into traffic fishtailing off the shoulder to a series of indignant honks from the other drivers. *With a reptilian grin he says,* "Let's go find out just how much you are worth." *With no more words, he drives further down the freeway until he turns off and onto another road that leads towards the ocean. He almost misses his turn in the dark, and, at high speed, skids the car onto a gravel road and off onto the grassy field before regaining control and driving back onto the road. In less than a mile, the road ends at a large iron gate set between two brick walls that stretch off into the trees. He pushes a button on the dash, and the gate opens. They approach a large mansion perched on a low bluff over the ocean. He parks the car in the garage, and drags the teen into the house. Once inside, they enter a room with several couches and chairs and a view of the moon rising over the ocean. The dragon motions for the kit to sit on a couch, while he moves over to a side table to get another drink.* "Name your poison, kit. You want it, I got it. Anything."

*The kit is relieved the dragon does not seem mad about the spilled liquor. As the dragon's car bursts onto the road, he clutches his back pack again. Saying small prayers for every inch traveled.* *He looks with amazement at the structure on the beachfront. He puts up no resistance at being drug by his hoodie into the dragon's house, another learned behavior.* *The kit sits on a red couch, placing his pack at his feet. He looks out into the moon in wonder; he almost doesn't hear the dragon's question.* *He snaps to reality and shyly asks,* "Sir...I know it might seem weird...but do you have any apple juice? I haven't had any in quite a while." *His change in demeanor (from fearful to slightly relaxed) is apparent in his voice.* *He picks up a soft pillow and nuzzles it to his chest. A slight smile crosses his face momentarily. It's apparent that he has not felt the simple softness and comfort of decent furniture in quite some time.*

*The dragon walks to a panel by the door and pushes a button* A voice speaks, "Yes, sir? How may I be of service?" "Bring me some apple juice to the lounge." *The voice seems surprised.* "Juice, sir? I'm not sure we have any. It's not your usual fare." *His voice turning angry, the dragon says,* "Well squeeze some dam apples or run to store and get some. What do I pay you people for? Do I have to solve even the simplest problems for you." "No sir and yes, sir, I will have some a fast as I can." *With his drink in his hand, the dragon walks over and sits next to kit on the couch and puts his large scaly hand on the boy's thigh.* "You never asked for my name. Do you want to know what it is?"

*The kit is surprised the speaker system hidden away in the wall of the room. He is also surprised by the accommodation that the dragon is making just for him. It makes him feel a little special, but clients have made such accommodations for him before. He keeps his feelings in check.* *He freezes again at the sensation of the dragon's abrupt claw on his leg. He wants to look away but musters the courage to look the dragon in the eye and replys,* "If you wish to give it to me sir." *His body slightly trembles; experience has taught him that you can't trust the kind gestures of a client for his trade. The nicest fur can turn in to the most voracious monster at the blink of an eye.*

*The dragon smiles again at kit's response.* "Too much wit and I sense a little a little disobedience in that answer." *With unexpected speed for someone of his bulk and inebriated condition, the dragon's hand flashes upward and backhands the kit's face. The blow is hard enough to sting, but clearly only a small fraction of his real strength.* "Now beg to know my name, boy!"

*The kit is knocked to the floor from the backhanded strike of the dragon. The kit gets to his knees, stifling his tears as not to upset the dragon any further.* *At the command to beg, the pup looks to the dragon, puts us paws at his chest, and says in a pleading voice,* "Please, Sir, may I be allowed to know your name?" *The kit forces all of his fearful trembling to his tail, which he has hidden behind his body*

"My name is 'Master'. You had best learn that quick or suffer my wrath again." *The dragon slams the rest of his drink down and waits for the young kit to respond appropriately.*

*The kit keeps his head down as not to upset the dragon* "Yes, Master, I understand." *The kit was used to such titles that his clients wanted to be called. His experience has also taught him a certain amount of etiquette for someone in his position of constant inferiority.*

"Is the floor more interesting than me, little pup? Look me in the eyes when you talk to me, so I can tell whether or not you are lying. You sound docile enough, but I still sense some rebelliousness and insubordination." *As he says the word 'sense' his long reptilian tongue snakes in and out of his mouth, adding a hissing sound to each 's'* "Stand up and turn around slowly. It's time that I get a good look at what I paid for. " *As the little fox begins to stand, the dragon smiles with his sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight. His long, scaled and lightly spiked tail scrapes roughly across the surface of the sofa.*

*The kit looks up to the dragon. While rising from the floor, the teen can now see the true size difference between them. The kit's ears are barely chest level to the dragon.* "Yes, Master. Please forgive me for any offence that I have dealt you. I swear that it wasn't intentional." *He maintains eye contact with the menacing figure of the dragon, taking in all of the older male's features: the teeth, the spikes, and the hard scales.* *He stands at attention, instinctively waiting for the next order.*

"Turn around. Slowly. I want a good look."

"Yes, Master." *The kit slowly turns around, his beat up running shoes softly squeak on the floor. His tight jeans accentuate if young, firm ass; the hoodie clings tightly to his still developing back and torso muscles. After slowly turning in one complete circle, he's back at attention, looking Master in the eye.*

"Clothes. Off. Slowly. Very slowly"

"Shall I make it tantalizing and sensual, Master? I would you rather me just undress as I would in a dressing room slowly?"

"The former. I want a show."

"Yes, Master." *The kit starts with his hoodie, dipping his paws down and hooking them into the bottom of the garment. He slowly pulls it over his chest and face, swaying his upper body from side to side. He then uses the long sleeves to tie the hoodie around the front of his lower body.* *Next, the hooks his paws into the bottom of his shirt, slowly pushing out his flat belly as he rolls it off of his tiny frame; he lets it fall to the ground behind him.* *He turns around, his back now facing the dragon, and lightly kicks off his old running shoes. The reaches under the hoodie and unbuckles his pants. He pushes his young but out to the dragon; he slowly raises his tail to the air, giving the dragon a good view of his posterior, as he slowly pulls down his bottoms. He straightens out his body and steps out of them* *With one paw, he hooks a claw into his tight, black briefs and bends down to allow the one handed removal and expose his bare ass.* *He turns back around and pulls off the hoodie with his free paw, tossing it behind him. His teen sack and chastity-tubed sheath are now present for his master's viewing pleasure, with the shiny padlock dangling under his shaft and between the balls.* *He tosses his briefs high into the air, jumps, and catches them in his mouth. He gets down on all fours and crawls to the dragon, laying the briefs at his feet. The teen looks up to the dragon, being sure to give proper eye contact.*

*The dragon observes the display with obvious lustful pleasure. The front of his expensive, tailor made, pleated slacks begin to bulge as he enjoys this innocent little dance.* "Slower" *he commands as the kit rolls his shirt up his willowy frame. When the boy gradually slides his pants to the floor, and every so slowly pulls a foot out each leg with a deliberate pauses between each, the dragon hisses, "Yesssss!" The bulge in his pants is now obscenely prominent. His gaze is fixed on the thin layer of black fabric covering the fox's small, firm buttocks.* *When the black veil is removed and the fox finally exposes his treasures, the dragon inadvertently makes a fist with his right hand, shattering the empty glass he was holding.* *When the fox is kneeling in front of him, the dragon brushes the glass fragments off his clothes and stands. Bending over, he picks up the kit's briefs, brings them to his snout and inhales. The scent is like an intoxicant to him, but is it more alluring than alcohol? He longs to know.*

"Undress me. Slowly."

*The kit stands up. Reaching on his tips of his toes, slowly unbuttons the the dragon's satin shirt. With each button he undoes, the pup drags a digit down the exposed scales of the dragon's firm, muscular torso and belly. He pulls the shirt off the dragon and discards it onto the couch.* *Next, the kit bends down to the floor on one knee, careful to avoid the glass shards, and undoes the dragon's expensive dress shoes. He takes them off one at the time and places them at the foot of the couch.* *Remaining on his knee, teen reaches up and unfastens the button and zipper to the costly slacks. The dragon's sizable package giving him trouble to work around. He manages to pull the pants down, causing the tightly bound flesh staff of the dragon to pop out and hit him across the face. The kit gets knocked onto his back. He immediately returns to his knee, waits for the dragon to step out of the bottoms, and places the leg wear on top of the shoes.* *The fox stands at attention. He reestablishes eye contact: partly per his dragon master's orders, partly to avoid facing the huge, rigid, piece of dragon meat the older male is packing.*

*During his own undressing, the dragon only moved as much as necessary to allow the kit to continue with his task. He longed to touch him as he performed his movements, but held back to enhance his own sexual tension through denial. Not a patient man, nor used to being denied what he wants, he reaches out eagerly when the slender, delicate, little fox comes to attention in front him like a naked soldier on parade.* *Beginning at the side of Max's muzzle, the dragon slowly caresses the fox with his smooth, scaled hands, careful to keep his claws retracted. He continues ever downward along the graceful curve of the fox's neck, over his chest to briefly circle a nipple hidden beneath his soft fur, then across his flat stomach and down below to rest upon the plastic cage that holds his sex in cruel bondage.* *Grasping the plastic device firmly in his strong hand, he tests it to determine how securely it is attached. Satisfied that it can't come off without the key, he reaches back into his neatly folded pile of clothes and produces the key, which he holds in front of the kit's face.* "Tell me true, kit. You been wearing this for six months like your pimp said?" *The dragon's steel-blue eyes locked onto the kits as he awaited his reply.*

*The kit gazed back into the dragon's eyes as he kept is pose and attentively nodded.* "Yes, Master. This pup has not felt the rush of orgasm in half a year." *His voice projects honesty and dutiful calm.*

*With a toothy smile, the dragon hisses,* "That'sss excellent." *Dangling the key in front of the young fox's snout, he asks,* "Do you want to feel that again?"

*Out of instinct the kit almost replys "If you wish me to, Master," but then he remembers the sting of the dragon's back hand against his cheek from just moments ago. Just the thought of experiencing sexual climax after six months causes the kit's tail to wag slightly* "Yes, Master, more than anything else. I'm to the point of desperation. I'd be willing to do anything to feel sweet release, and I'd be the most blessed canid in the earth to receive such a gift." *The teen maintains his eye contact with the dragon, who is teasing his fragile kit psyche with the possibility of release from his torturous chastity. The teen thinks he may have said too much; more than the dragon needs or wants to hear. However, he speaks the truth, just as Master wants.*

"Yesss. That is what I thought. That is good. I want you to want that, but I am going to deny you that." *Smiling cruelly, showing all of his teeth, the dragon tilts his head back, drops the key into his open maw and swallows it.* "First you have to earn that privilege. You will have another chance in a day or two." *Taking the kit by the paw, he then leads him away from the couch with the broken glass to a long divan by the bay windows overlooking the ocean. Along the way, he turns the lights off. The half-back of the divan has ornately carved, intertwining dragons surrounding the rich upholstery. The Master sits down on the sofa with his tail under the opening in the back and places his legs and feet stretched out in front of him. Only the silvery light of the newly risen full moon illuminates the scene.* *Still holding the kit, by the paw, he drags the fox up onto the divan with him.* *His massive reptilian staff still erect, he places the kit's muzzle against it.* "I think you know what to do. Let's see what you can do to earn your reward."

*The kit is devastated by the sight of the dragon swallowing the key. Hiding his disappointment behind duty, he puts up no resistance as the dragon pulls him to the divan. *Without a word the kit slowly licks the underside of the dragon's ridged cock from tip to base and back, over and over. The kit gives the rest of the huge staff, which is almost as long as his torso and as wide as his muzzle, the same attentive treatment, coating every centimeter in pup saliva. He then takes the nob into his muzzle, managing to fit about two inches of the total length into his experienced mouth. We works his tongue masterfully as he moves his head up and down, on and off the older male's sex; using his paws to glide up and down the rest.* *The pup's hind paws curl, feeling his own neglected kithood press against the chastity tube.*

*The dragon groans in pleasure form the warm moist contact of the delicate fur's little muzzle. His reptilian tongue hangs slackly out the side of his mouth, and a faint wisp of steam escapes from his nostrils filling the room with a faint sulfurous odor reminiscent of spent fireworks.* *He places one of his massive hands on the back of the kit's head but does not force or guide his motions. Instead he gently strokes him from the top of his head down his back like a pet dog or cat.*

*The kit continues his treatment of the dragons tool. He flinches as he feels the hand on his head, fearful of being forced. He relaxes as the dragon lovingly stokes his head and back. This relaxation loosens his throat allowing him to take another full inch of the massive manhood into his muzzle. He slightly speeds up his mouth, tongue, and paws' work on the dominating man's cock.* *However, the petting also makes he want more touch. His cubhood pulsates lightly against the tube around his sheath, causing his hind paws to knead lightly.*

*The dragon clenches his free left hand against the back of the divan in response to the kit's oral ministrations. The expertly carved woodwork creaks in protest under the pressure. He feels his climax beginning to rise. Wanting to forestall his orgasm, the dragon grasps the scruff of the kit's neck with his right hand, which moments before had been so tenderly stroking the lad, and roughly pulls the fox's head backwards. The large reptile's cock slips out of the startled fox's mouth, whose eyes grow wide with fear from the pressure on his neck in that powerful dragon grip.* *Despite the cessation of the kit's sweet tongue caresses, the sight of the expression of fear in the pretty, little kit's face combined with a thin strand of saliva connecting the tip of his cock to frightened kit's mouth nearly drives him over the edge. The scalie begins to shudder. The wood clenched in his left hand cracks with an audible 'pop' as he tenses his whole body. Inadvertently, his right hand tightens enough that the fox feels the onset of suffocation.* *With a supreme force of will, the dragon brings himself down from the rush of near ejaculation. At last the tremors stop, and only a small trickle of cum escapes his rigid shaft, to drag the bridge of saliva downward and sever it from the fox's snout. Breathing steam and smoke from his snout, the dragon sighs, and smiles, satisfied that he achieved victory over his own body's desire. Noticing the changing expression on the kit's face from fear to gasping distress, he releases his hold on the boy's neck.*

*The sudden pressure on his small neck causes the kit to panic. As the dragon focuses on mastering his body's reaction to the kits oral expertise, the kit gasps for air, the white fur on the bottom of his muzzle turning blue.* *When the dragon releases him, the kit falls to on to the divan; his breathing is so intense that he in inadvertently rolls onto the floor. He lands on his back hard with at loud THUD! He hyperventilates while he whimpers from the pain. His eyes are clenched shut from the entire ordeal.*

*It is not easy being so strong in a world of delicate and fragile things, but the dragon is used to by now. He examines the fractured woodwork on the divan momentarily. It's a one of a kind; carved by a master artist, but he merely shrugs. Furniture can be replaced. He then turns his attention to the little fox curled up on the floor with his eyes tightly shut, mewling like a little kit for its mother. "Is he replaceable?" he wonders. Certainly he can afford to find another just like him. It's not as if the city isn't full of little furs selling themselves for sex. So far this one has done nothing to distinguish himself from any of the others the dragon has had over the years when the rare mood for company is upon him.* *He decides there are still seven days to find out. He will be more careful until then. He is waiting for something to surprise him and pique his interest. He will give this time.* *With a tenderness that is surprising from his bulk and frightening appearance, he slips off the divan momentarily, bends over and lifts the kit off the floor, cradling him in his arms.* "You have no reason to believe me, but that was unintentional. It is not my desire to hurt you unless you displease me. So far, you have pleased me; not enough to earn your reward, but here is plenty of time for you to try to do that. I have one more chance for you tonight. Are you ready?"

*The kit is called back to reality by the unexpected reaction from the dragon. He thought the scale would be angry, but this tenderness was certainly not what the pup foresaw. Upon hearing the older male's words, the kit opened his eyes and gave the dragon eye contact. Something about this new side of the dragon stirred something within the teen.* "One request, If I may, Master? After this tonight's last chance, can we have a nice bath together and time to talk afterward?" *The kit had never wanted to spend any more time and develop any attachment with a patron before.*

*Stunned by the impudent and affectionate nature of the request, the dragon's long tongue escapes his mouth again and hangs slack to the side. He was used to getting his way through fear and intimidation. Though a bath with the kit was a suitably erotic suggestion, he was disinclined to acquiesce immediately. His tongue retracts back into his mouth as he speaks in a stern, but not unkind voice.* "I will consider that, if you are good and please me in some exceptional way." *Seating himself back on the divan, the dragon places the kit on his scaled, yet smooth, stomach, facing himself, just above his still hard member. With his right hand he reaches around behind the fox and begins to rub his bottom and stroke his bushy fox tail, which twitches and brushes against his own reptilian cock. With his other hand he traces patterns with one extended claw in the fox's chest and belly fur; patterns that have great meaning in his mind and which induce a pleasant warmth within the kit's nubile, vulpine body.* *The subtle sweeping of tail fur against his prick increases his desire and hastens his exploration of the kit's ass. A single finger begins to trace a wide circle beneath the beginning of his furry tail where fur gives way to puckered flesh.*

*The fox's body relaxes in the steady rhythm of the dragon's strokes on both sides of his body. The tracing claw on his front elicits a purrrr from the kit; he leans towards the dragon and wraps his arms around the bigger male's neck. The dragon now has better access to the teens firm behind.* *The ass stroking causes his tail to swipe slightly faster over the manly girth waiting behind the knowing vulpine. He leans his head down to the dragon's chest, keeping his back arched for the dual sided stroking, and gently licks the well-defined chest of his Master. the scale lets out a soft pleasureful growl at the feel of the young furs taste organ on his torso.* *As he feels the finger gently prodding his puckered tailhole, the pup flexes tight entrance, signaling his readiness and willingness to the older male. The fox lightly pushes his anus onto the finger as his muzzle moves to one of the dragon's erect nipples; he teasingly blows onto the unsuspecting erogenous zone.*

*The dragon's growl is somewhat like a cat's purr crossed with a large diesel engine. His whole body vibrates with the sound, and the volume and intensity of the vibration increases when his finger slides into the Kit's eager tailhole as the kit simultaneously stimulates his nipple. Faint wisps of steam waft again from his nostrils. He pets the fox with his left hand while working his finger in and out of the kit's anus. His motions are as gentle as he can make them considering his highly aroused state.* *He can see that the kit is also excited, but his teenage manhood is trapped, straining against the confines of its plastic prison. He would like to touch it. He would like to see it in all of its glory. For a moment, he regrets swallowing the key, but knows that he could break that cage with his hands if necessary. No. It will stay on a while longer. Let him earn his release. The dragon gives nothing away. Everything must be earned and paid for. That is how he lives his life. Everyone he deals with must play by his rules.* *The kit is eager to please, and that is good. He may yet earn his release. This time the dragon will not deny himself the sweet release of orgasm.*

*The digit slides in easily due to the kit's experienced tailhole. At the feel of the finger going into him, the teen gently bite on the scale's nipple and softly nibbles it, his tongue giving it a nice, wet lick every few nibs.* *The fox instinctually pushes out to loosen his love tunnel for the dragon, his natural ass juices slicking him on the inside. He feels the dragon's finger move faster and harder; his arms move to hook around the older male's head; his paws tightly grip the dragon's horns. He moans into his nibbling causing the nipples to vibrate.* *Letting go of what little inhibitions he has, the kit switches his tails movements from left-to right over the dragon's cock head to top-to-bottom along the entire length of the shaft. the teen feels Master place his mouth at the kit's ear and unleash his reptilian tongue. Form the unexpected sensation the kit's entire body jerks; his anus tightens around the dragon's finger; he unintentionally clamps a little harder onto the nipple.*

*The teen kit's obvious arousal excites the dragon further. He slides his tongue into the kit's ear and feels his response on his finger and nipple. The sensation of the kits' sharp little teeth on his chest is like the touch of velvet to one used to a world that is rough and violent in comparison. Only a conscious keeps his claws retracted.* *The feather duster action of his furry tail incites a tickling sensation that drives the scalie's purring growl louder. Pre cum oozes from the end of his shaft and begins to stick in the fox's tail. Pulling his finger from Max's now tight anus. He lifts the boy's back end upward with one mighty arm while guiding his cock toward his lubricated hole with the other. The fox continues to grasp the dragon's horns as if he is trying to hold on to an out of control motorcycle.* "I recommend you relax again, boy. "

*The kit mentally readies himself as his tail end is pulled up by the dragon. His tail hole relaxes again in preparation for its inevitable undertaking. He raises his head and looks into the dragon's eyes to communicate his readiness.* "Please be gentle, Master. I've never had the pleasure to be of service to anyone as big as you." *The pup's voice is processes a mix of emotions: desire, anxiety, neediness. His white sheath begins to turn a light shade of blue against the clear hard plastic tube constricting it.*

"You are an impertinent pup to make such request of me. However I am enjoying your delicate grace and do not wish to break you. I will let you be in control - for a while. That is a rare privilege, so do not abuse it." *The glare in his steely blue eyes indicates an implied threat behind his otherwise kindly spoken words.* *The dragon slowly releases his grip on the kit as he speaks so the fox can support himself on his own legs. The dragon's large member is still poised inches for the kit's nubile behind.*

"Thank you, Master." *After he is released the pup steadies himself on his own legs. He pushes back until he feels the huge nob of the dradong. He pushes harder and relaxes his hole as best he can to accommodate Master's scepter. It pops in, eliciting a lustful moan that's music to the dragon's ears.* *Taking a moment to steel himself, the flexes his hole around the cock head, causing the dragon to grunt softly in pleasure. Then he slowly impales himself on the scale's massive dick as he lets out a long, drawn-out, moan in a mix of pain and ecstasy. After he gets half way down, he tightens his grip on the dragon's horns and starts working his tight tailhole up and down the shaft; up until the head is gripped by the sphincter, then back down as far as he could make himself go. He constantly moans as he blushes a deep red.*

*The tight embrace of the fox's young tailhole is a pleasure beyond imagining to the dragon. His instinct is to thrust as deep as he can into that soft tunnel, but he knows that would damage this delicate toy. He wants to use this one again and again. He grabs the wooden frame of the divan again with both hands to prevent himself form dragging the boy down onto his dick further. The ornate carvings creak and groan in response to the strain.* *Wanting to caress the youth without hurting him, he settles for using his long tail to slide up and down the kit's back as the kit alternately raises and lowers himself on his dragon pole.* "Don't even think about cumming, boy. You are to take me there, while stopping yourself from reaching the finish line." *The dragon's diesel purring grows louder and the accompanying vibrating thrumming grows stronger when he sees the mixed look of distress and ecstasy on the little one's face. The fox can feel the vibrations from the dragon's weird reaction inside his tightly stretched colon. His engorged cock is trapped painfully inside its prison, and he is helpless to touch it or feel the relief he so urgently desires.*

*The dragon teases the kit with the prospect of cumming, knowing full well the chastity device prevents any chance of release. Still that prospect, along with the loving strokes of the long, hard, scalie tail, drives the pup's desire and he thrust himself up and down the dragon's organ even faster. With each, thrust, he begins to get lower and lower , driving the tool deeper and deeper into his soft, malleable colon. He feels his inside vibrate from the dragon's increasing purrrrs.* *The kit's fur gets redder and redder; his moans of desire louder and louder. He's cock feels as if it is about to bust right through the plastic prison.* *Soon, the lust driven vulpine is lifting himself up to the tip and slamming himself down to the very base. He feels the huge manhood poking into his stomach. The dragon's purrs of pleasure turn into growls of lust. The mix of auditory, physical, and visual stimuli from the kit drives the dragon to let his own lust take over.*

*The boy fox's combined sexual frustration and earnest enjoyment are both feelings that the dragon desires to see, yet can never seem to experience together. Tonight he has both from this delicate plaything. The realization drives him closer to the end.*

*Thinking it would be impossible, the dragon is astounded to watch the kit take his entire cock inside of himself. It's too much. Feeling the unstoppable rush of his orgasm approaching, the dragon releases the broken wood of the divan and grasps the kit by his slender waist, and holds him down completely immobile against his groin. With a roar and the release of more sulfurous smoke, he cums deep inside the kit. There is no escape for his fluids from that over tight tunnel. Each squirt pushes more cum deeper into the kit until the dragon's penile contractions slowly cease and his massive member begins to soften with gradual certainty.* *How long has it been since he has felt this level of satisfaction from the act? the dragon wonders to himself. He vows to grant the teen his request for a bath. Payment has been received, and a reward will be given.* *He relaxes, but does not release the boy from his steel grip.* "You have done well, kit." *There is a gentle knock at the door. "What do you want? Didn't I leave instructions not to bother me tonight?" "My apologies, sir. I have brought you the apple juice you requested." *The dragon snorts a puff of smoke at the absurdity of the voice beyond the door.* "Leave it there, and go away." "Yes, sir." *The dragon continues to hold the kit down with one hand while he begins tracing intricate patterns on his chest and stomach with a single claw. He does not want the boy to move until he is soft again.*

*The pup screams as he feels the warmth flowing over his entire body as the dragon's seed flows inside of him. He grabs Master's claws to steady himself as his screams fill the room.* *He breaths rapidly, the heat of the cum combines with the heat of his plastic covered sheath is too much to bear. He releases the dragons claws and places his paws on the older male's chest to keep himself from toppling over.* *The dragon's tracing patters begin to calm the kit as his screams of lust turn into soft whimpers of pain. He uses on paw to grasp the tracing claw, his only source of comfort at the moment.* *He mentally gathers himself. He asks the scale in a panting voice,* "Wa...Was that to...to your liking...Master?"

"Yesss" *The dragon hisses his satisfaction. He gently pets the kit on his back with his free hand using long slow strokes from the fur's neck down to his tail.* 'You have done well indeed. I grant you your earlier request of a bath and a discussion." *Though enjoying the feel of his still large member inside of the kit, he senses the poor vulpine's discomfort. On his last petting down stroke, he slides his hand under the kit's buttocks and gently lifts him off his huge dragon staff. Once released, it falls forward onto his belly.* *He lets the kit lie face down against his scaled belly and chest and atop his softening penis. He resumes the light stroking of the fur on his back as his own hot semen begins to seep out of the kit's over stretched anus.*

*As the kit is lifted off the huge member, he lets out a yipp. He falls onto the older males stomach. The back strokes begin to bring him down from his sexual frustration as his neglected canidhood begins to simmer down within the chastity tube.* *He nuzzles into the dragon's chest and wraps his arms around the older male's neck once again. His whimpers soften no near nothingness as the scale momentarily attends to the pup's need of peace and serenity. The kit tries to show his appreciation by gently messaging the back of Master's neck.* "Master, is it okay if we stay like this for just a little while longer?"

"Since it is my desire also, the answer is yes."

"Thank you, Master." *To show his gratitude, the teen uses what little strength he can muster to lift himself off the ground. He leans in to give the dragon a tender affectionate kiss.*

*The dragon returns the kiss, and savors the taste of his fox saliva. Like the smell of his briefs, the taste is intoxicating. He has forgotten his need for alcohol for the moment, his cravings satisfied by this tender young fur.* *Sticky from his and the fox's sweat and his own prodigious ejaculation, the warm bath that the youth requested earlier calls to him. Yet, contrary to his nature, he is trapped beneath this comparatively weak and tiny fur, like an old doting housewife with a sleeping cat in her lap that she does not wish to disturb.* *He decides to await on the teen's pleasure instead of his own. It stirs a previously unfelt emotion that he cannot fully grasp.*

*The pup's hindpaws knead the divan when he feels the kiss from the dragon. It's not rough and dominant like he expected...But...tender and loving. This causes the kit to relax even more in the dragon's torso. After he withdraws from the kiss Maxwell returns his head to the older male's chest, giving it another nuzzle.* *After a few motionless, silent moment's the teen states,* "I'm ready for the bath whenever you are, Master." *The fox grabs at his throat; all his screaming really did a number on his vocal cords.*

"Good. I'm a mess, and you're a mess." *The dragon inhales deeply of the kit's musky post-coital smell. "Though, I admit, you have a more compelling odor about you now. I almost hate to wash it off." The dragon rises placing the kit in the warm impression on the divan where his bulk had just lain. He walk to the door opens it, retrieves a silver tray with a pitcher and a glass. He brings the tray back to divan and sets it on a nearby coffee table. He glances from the galas to kit before speaking. "Are you feeling strong enough to serve yourself?"

*The kit looks up to the dragon and gives the older male the proper eye contact. His body trembles as he sits up, and in a shaky voice he replys,* "I think I can, Master. No need to trouble yourself." *The teen pulls himself to the edge of the divan. He leans towards the table, reaching out his trembling paw. Suddenly, a loud, piercing growl sounds from the pup's stomach. He curls up slightly, clutching his mid-section with both paws.* "The dragon can see that the kit's body does have some surprising endurance. It is also apparent that the boy has not had a proper meal recently.*

*The dragon pushed the kit back onto the divan to rest, and pours the juice into the glass, spilling some on the tray as the ice cubes splash into the filling glass and overfilling it. He hands the still dripping glass to the kit.* "I am not used to serving others. It has been a long time at any rate. What do you like to eat? You are a carnivore, so plenty of my 'normal fare' should suit you. We don't want to make the help have to run across the country side to get you something to eat, eh? I know we have steak and seafood, fruit and vegetables; probably pasta, eggs, cheese and such. I don't eat pizza and chips or whatever else teenagers eat." *As he lists the menu options, the dragon walks over to the intercom to place the kit's food order, and waits for him to speak.*

*Due to the combination of sexual frustration and hunger, the majority of the kit's energy has left him after the hot, rough session with the dragon. He receives the glass, bowing his head with a "Thank you, Master."* *The kit's mouth starts to water when hearing all the things the dragon has to eat. It's been so long since he's had meat. Ninety-five percent of his food intake over the last three years has been salad, energy bars, and water. Al to keep his body underdeveloped and marketable to the many men who have rented his small frame over the years.* *His tail slightly wags as he thinks for a moment.* "If it's not too much trouble, Master, may I have some spaghetti and garlic bread?" *This request is as simplistic as the apple juice. Twice now the teen could have requested the finest items for his personal consumption. The dragon decides makes a mental note about this for later.*

*The dragon clears his throat with a growling cough. He is surprised by the boy's request for such simple fare. Other he has had here for similar purposes gorged themselves on the most expensive delicacies he dangled in front of them. Is he afraid? Is this all part of an act to seem more innocent? The dragon does not like deceit, though he uses it himself as a tool to achieve his ends. He will watch this one closely.* *Speaking into the intercom, he orders the kit's request and salmon and buttered asparagus for himself. Without conscious thought he neglects to ask for his usual accompanying cocktail. Perhaps the furry tailed one on his sofa is distracting him more than he thinks.* *He orders the staff to deliver the food to the master bedroom when it is ready. From a closet, he retrieves two bath robes. The large one is blue so deep it is nearly black. The dragon places it over his strong frame. The second is smaller, and is cherry red. He tosses this one to the kit.* "This should fit you. Put it on."

"Yes, Master." *His response is attentive and emphasized with a slight bow of his head. Returning his eyes to match the dragon's, He adds,* "Thank you, Master." *A small amount of the teen's energy has returned to his experienced, sex and abuse tempered body. He manages to pull himself off the divan, but it takes him a moment to balance himself. He places the apple juice back on the tray and picks up the robe. He drapes it around his delicate frame and tightly ties it in the front. It hangs off him a bit, so he holds the slack by with his paw to his chest.* *The older male sees that the kit's body is able to take a lot of physical strain for someone so small and who has seemingly not eaten a decent meal.*

*The dragon moves to pick the kit up and carry him to the bedroom.* "You are tougher than you look, but I don't think you are going to make it up the stairs on your own." *Cradling him easily in his strong arms, he moves towards the door; then stops, remembering the kit's pack.* "What's in the pack, kit?"

*The pup nestles into the cradling he receives from the bigger male.* *Looks into the dragon's eyes and speaks without taking a single blink.* "A few personal things, Master. A change of clothes, composition books, some writing implements, and my teddy bear from when I was a cub."

*The dragon snorts again, bluish gray smoke forms a cloud above the fox's head.* "Teddy bear? Are you trying to melt my heart? It won't work. I don't have one. I didn't get where I am today by falling for sob stories and doling out sympathy to every sad case I run across. You just remember why you are here." *Despite the harsh nature of the words, they are said with less conviction than how he would normally deliver them. He evens stops by the pack on the floor amid the shards of the highball glass he shattered earlier when their sex play had just begun. Bending over he allows the kit to grab the pack and clutch it tightly against his delicate chest.*

*The teen holds his breath, waiting for the smoke to dissipate. After he listens to the dragon's words he nods and replys,* "Understood, Master?" *He picks up the pack when he is lowered to the floor. He holds it tightly to his chest as the older male continues out the door of the lounge on their way to the bath. Fighting the urge to pull out his dear stuffed toy for a brief moment of cuddling, he kit looks up to the dragon, whose stoically adorned face stares straight ahead. He snifs back a tear in his eye.* "Master..." *The dragon's piercing eyes look down upon the pup.* ",,,Thank you." *The kit curls up with his pack, in the embrace of the older man's chest and arm.*

*The fox kit's gratitude is so heartfelt, the dragon finds himself saying "You're welcome" before remembering he is the Master. He does not earn gratitude. Gratitude is expected. Gratitude has been purchased.* *Nevertheless, he neither admonishes nor punishes the boy. Instead he almost lovingly carries the teen up a wide winding staircase to an upper floor with rooms along the back of the house. Through two huge wooden doors is an enormous bedroom with the seaside wall consisting entirely of glass. The same silvery moonlight they had in the lounge below dimly illuminates the room. The dragon has no need of lights normally, so this lighting is plenty adequate for his needs. Thus he ignores the light switch. A massive four-poster bed with a canopy occupies the left side of the room. There are dressers, tables, and ornate chairs along the walls. To the right is an oversized spa-like tub on the edge of a raised platform that defines the master bath. A double shower with a large tiled enclosure, several sinks and long countertops attest to the opulence of the room. An opening beyond the nook where the toilet resides likely leads into a room sized closet, but it is too dark to see.* *The dragon sets the kit down with his feet dangling over the edge of raised platform next to the tub. He opens up a faucet and set's the temperature to 102 degrees Fahrenheit; colder than he likes, but he does not want to scald his little toy. He pours in some scented bath salts that help shine his scales.* *He drops his robe to the floor and gestures for the fox to remove his robe also.* "Slowly, with a show again," he asks.

*The pup's eyes adjust to the lighting in the new room. He places his pack at his feet after the dragon sets him on the raised platform.*

*Upon hearing the order, the kit stands up. He fights off his hunger as he saunters towards the dragon and grasps him by the claw. The teen leads the dragon to the platform where he was sitting and motions for the dragon to take a seat. Afterward, the kit takes one end of the bow made from the robes ties and offers it to the dragon. The older male takes the rope in his claw; the kit slowly backs away, the loop of the bow shrinking with every inch. When the loop disappears, the older male lets go of the tie before the robe opens.* *The kit catches the robe with both paws. Using one paw to hold the garment in place, he pulls away his other paw. The freed arm shakes ever so slightly, prompting the garment to flow off and reveal his shoulder. He brings his arm in and slips the entire left side of his torso out of the robe, undulating as it comes from under the covering. Switching paws, he does the same with his right side. Now, the robe is only supported by a single paw holding it shut.* *With a slight and purposeful exaggeration in his hips, the kit walks up to the dragon. The loose fabric behind his chest slightly bounces. With every step, the boy loosens the bottom digits of his paw and shows a little more leg, until all but his treasure of kithood can be seen. When he is right in front of Master, he releases the robe, the pad lock on the chastity device and the sweat on his fur glisten in the moonlight.* *Positioned between the dragon's legs, he bends down, until his face is barely inches away from the scales reptilian slit, picks up the sweat and odor laden robe, and offers it to the dragon with both paws, like a faithful servant or knight offering something precious to a king.*

*Feeling his dragon member responding to the kit's display, he reaches out and takes the robe, inhaling the allure that exudes form every fiber. There is so much in that breath, that he would like to savor it for days, but a knock at the door rudely interrupts his sensory revelation.* *Motioning for the kit to get in the tub, he walks to the door. He does not bother to cover his nakedness nor his semi erect staff. There is a brief conversation with an unseen servant, then the Master returns with a large serving platter covered with an oval, silver dome. He sets the tray by the rim of the tub and enters on the opposite side of the kit. His bulk displaces enough water to finish the filling of the tub, so he shuts the faucet off. He removes the silver cover to reveal the mouthwatering delicacies inside.* "Your spaghetti and bread, little kit. Eat well and recover your strength. You may need it again before we sleep tonight."

*The pup follows the order to get into the tub slowly, allowing himself to adjust to the temperature of the water. His tail puffs out slightly from the smell of the food. He is caught by surprise by the raising water level and heat. At the sight of the freshly prepared victuals, his eyes open and jaw goes slightly slack.* "Thank you, Master." *The kit takes a small bite of the pasta on the oval shaped plate in front of him. After the fork slides out from his muzzle and the flavor of the perfectly cooked noodles, meat, and sauce fill his muzzle, a nostalgic smile crosses his face and an aura of momentary happiness radiates from his tiny frame as he continues his meal.*

The Master is not as hungry as the kit, but he finishes off much of his salmon dinner. While he eats, he observes the young fox. He looks even thinner in the water with his fur wet and clinging to his small frame. The child is obviously deriving great pleasure and satisfaction from this simple meal and sitting in the hot water. Is he happy with so little? The dragon is baffled when trying to imagine such a thing. Acquiring wealth, status and treasure has been his life. It is all he has ever known.* *Yet now this simple, delicate little treasure has captured his attention and momentarily made him forget all the other valuable things that he has; all the wealth and possessions that never seemed to be able to fill his needs, just as the alcohol never filled his needs, instead merely stoking the fires within him of lust and greed.* *He is not so naive to think himself in love the kit. That would be foolish. It must be a passing fancy. He needs to know more to understand what is happening. He decides to interrogate the boy.* "Tell me about yourself. I want to know who you are and where you are from."

*The kit eats his meal happily, not having anything so good in such a long time. Upon hearing the dragon's order to talk about himself, the it puts the fork down, turns to face the older male, and looks once again into those piercing eyes.* "Well, Master...The simple version is that I'm a runaway who made it across a few states and got into the paws of that bear you gave money to rent me. I've been living with him...and providing his income...for three years now." *The pup's pauses are taken for him to gather his emotional fortitude.*

*The dragon is not surprised by any of this. It sounds like a typical story.* "What are you running from?"

*The kit closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to calm himself. He open's his eyes for a moment, making sure to properly reestablish eye contact to the dragon.* *His voice is calm and collected.* "My father died when I was still a cub. Soon after his death, my mother remarried an abusive man. He was physically, mentally, and emotionally abusive to her..." *The kit takes a long deep breath.* "...and he was sexually abusive to me..." *The kits lifts his left paw and uses it to grab his right arm.* "...From the ages of 8 to 12, I suffered in silence at the paws of that man..." *The teens voice increases in volume as his body begins to tremble slightly. He tightens his paws hold on his arm in an attempt to emotionally steady himself.* "Three years ago...I had had enough....and I tried to tell my mother what had been happening...but...by then it was too late...she told me that I'd only have to suffer until I was eighteen.." *The kit begins to breath heavily as he tries to finish his story.* "No 'I'm going to leave him' or 'Let's get away to somewhere safe and call the police'...She wanted me to suffer for six more years...Then, a few nights later I decided to runaway...I packed my back pack and ran." *The kit finishes on the verge of tears.*

The Kit's tragic story brings memories long suppressed to to the dragon's conscious mind. Steam escapes his nostrils, and a low rumbling growl escapes him as recalls the destruction of his own family. He relives the killing of his parents by a rival 'business' faction, and his own attempt to sever ties with the illegal trade of his father, and separate the family fortune from the old ways and the old country. He was successful at first, but he failed ultimately. The rivals came for him thinking that he was trying to lie low. They tried to assassinate him and killed his mate instead. His mate had been the only thing in the world that he had truly loved besides wealth and power. With his mate gone, he had nothing else left except revenge. When that was satisfied, he was empty and fell back on the accumulation of treasure.*

*He had denied himself the luxury of becoming close to anyone ever since. There was too much pain in losing something you love. Love was too hard an emotion to satisfy and protect. Lust and greed were easy. Lust and greed and something to banish the pain were what kept him going. Now the need for a drink was returning.* *Looking down he noticed that in his silent rage, his claws had been scraping across and digging into the imported porcelain tiles along the rim of the tub. The fox boy was staring at him; his tears turning to fear. He does not want the kit to fear him anymore. He is not sure why. The dragon retracts his claws and calms himself, then gestures for the kit to come to him.* "Do not be afraid. I will not hurt you. Come to me and hold me."

*The kit shakes in fear at the sight of the dragon's claws. After they are retracted and the order was given, he hesitated momentarily. The order was given by the older male in a softer, lest stern voice than he had heard previously that night. He decided to take the chance and move in closer to the dragon.*

*The kit slowly approached the dragon.* "Master, I'm about to embrace you now." His words were spoken as to not startle the unpredictable scale with sudden movement.* *He wraps his arms around the holder man's neck and nuzzles lightly into him.* "I'm sorry, Master...You are the first person to ask me about my past...I didn't realize how much it still haunts me and let it get the better of me....And I fear I aroused something very unpleasant for you. I'm willing to accept any punishment you have for me..." *His embrace tightens as he speaks* *He feels the dragon's big, strong arms wrap around him, but the teen does not feel fear. He senses that the dragon needs this touch just as much as he does. That the older man has something he hasn't dealt with as well.* "And after my punishment, I'll gladly listen to whatever you fell you have to say, Master. And I'll hang on every word." *He feels the dragon's heartbeat quicken slightly as the scale's breaths lift him along with Master's torso.* "And I'll tell you the rest of my tale...as painful as it may be...That is if you'll still have it, Master." *He closes his eyes and nestles into the older male's warm embrace.*

*Memories stir again inside the dragon of his long lost mate. He fears to dare to tread down that long abandoned path again, but he can no longer prevent himself. He hugs the frail kit. The spiteful, self-indulgent lust he felt for the kit earlier is now an embarrassment for him. He wishes to know something deeper again. He wishes to banish the pain in a nobler way.* *He tries to speak without emotion, but he fails.* "Your punishment is to hold me longer and tell me more."

*The kit is both comforted and afraid at the same time.* *Again, the kit stats off calmly.* "The night i ran way, I was picked up by a Vulture trucker. In exchange for transportation and food, I let him have sex with me. After all, my body was already tainted by that man my mother called husband. The avian was more gentle than he was though, and he did seem to genuinely care that I got fed, but I think that was more out of our arrangement than any other kind of obligation." "Then he dropped me off in this city. Soon after that, a bear in his first year of university picked me up. He was nice and invited me to stay...as long as I could help him pay rent." *The teen tightens his hold on the dragon and trembles. He stops to regain his composure."

*The dragon demands no more. Instead he carefully and deliberately traces the calming patterns and glyphs on the kits back with a single outstretched claw.*

*The kit can no longer hold back his tears; his emotional damn bursts and his sadness flows freely.* "The kit trys to talk in between the sobs.* "I'm...I'm sor...sorry, Master. I don...I don't think I...can say anymore...about...about my past tonight...I've failed you...I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Please forgive me...Master." *The kit's word become increasingly unintelligible,*

*The dragon does not like to see his treasure hurting. He can wait for the rest of the story. It does not matter at present. He continues with the calming patterns, wipes tears from the kit's furry cheek and tries to soothe the little fox with words.* "Shhh. Be silent then and forget about those memories. You are tired and need to sleep. Would you like to sleep with Master tonight or in your own room?" *The dragon wishes for the kit to desire to share his bed. He is unsure how he might react if the teen refuses.*

*The calming demeanor of the dragon soothes the kit. He composes himself enough to speak clearly.* "If I sleep with you, is it ok if I have my teddy bear with us? And...could we hold each other until we fall asleep?" *The dragon notices the pup's use of the word "us" and "we" as opposed to "me" and "I."*

*The dragon is relieved, but tries to hide the emotion from the kit* "Yessss," he hisses involuntarily at the thought of cradling this furry boy all night. "I would like for 'us' to do that. You may have the bear. Let 'us' get dry now." *The dragon takes the kit to stand over a grate on the floor by the shower. Pressing a button makes warm air rush upward and from jets on each side to blow dry the fox's fur. The dragon uses a towel to dry his smoother and less water retaining scales.* *The dragon has to search to find a brush for the fox. He has no need for such an implement, but sometime over the years of random sexual encounters, some fur must have left one in his bathroom. He finds it. The fox reaches for the brush to fix is absurdly puffed up fur, but the dragon insists on having the pleasure of the task for himself.*

*The kit is surprised by the sudden rush of hot air from the grate, the sensation elicitation a loud YIPP from the boy. He waits patiently as the dragon finds the brush. He is surprised that the dragon wishes to brush his fur. Many men have done many things to his delicate body, but brushing was not on that list.* *The moonlight shines on the pair as the dragon brushes the kit's fur. The teen's body relaxes from the delicate actions of the strong armed scale. As the dragon grooms the pup, he notices the change in hue to the boy's fur. The dingy white was now slightly blinding as it reflected the moonlight; the dark red was now a bright auburn hue. The kit really needed the bath.* *The kit feels himself being carried to the bed and gingerly placed upon it by the older male, who stoically hides his emotions behind his face.*

*After placing the kit on the bed where a shaft of silver moonlight made the silk sheets shimmer, he retrieved the old teddy bear from the kit's pack. It was a small stuffed toy that looked old yet well cared for. It wore a puzzled expression on its face as if it were perpetually perplexed by the world around it. The dragon felt a twinge of empathy for the little bear being himself suddenly perplexed by his own behavior. He had intended to place a restraint around the kit's ankle and tie it to the bedpost. He had a speech prepared to warn him against trying to run away and how futile that would be with the guard dogs that patrolled the grounds at night.* *It all seemed pointless and unnecessarily cruel now. What was happening to him? Was he falling in love with this boy? It seemed unreal. It could not be. He told himself he was just having an off day and had drunk too much. It was a momentary infatuation that would fade by the end of the week. He rationalized he was only making the kit more comfortable so he would be better in bed. He was still the Master and the kit was his toy. Toys that are well taken care of last longer and give more fun, like is little old bear.* *Feeling better having sorted out his feelings and justifying his actions, he crawled into bed and gave the kit his bear. "I do not need restraints or dogs," he told himself, " since I shall hold him tight to my chest all night long."*

*The kit is waits patiently for the dragon as he inspects the bear. The teen was used to crass and cruel remarks about why a boy his age has a stuffed animal; there have been many men who have even held it hostage as a means of getting more out of him sexually. The toy was all he had left of his old life before his step dad, before the abuse, before the pimp.*

*The kit takes the bear from the older male and, without any order needing to be given, snuggled up to the dragon. The kit did notice the restraint on the bed; he also heard the dogs when they pulled into the house earlier. However, for some reason, he knew he didn't have to worry about any of that.* "I'm sorry again, Master. If you want, you can use me again before we fall asleep. I'm here for your pleasure; anything I can do to help you sleep better at night." *The fox runs his paw gently over the scale's chest as he speaks.*

*The dragon rumbles his strange deep bad purr and the kit's delicate and heartfelt touch. He does want to experience more of the kit, but wonders if the kit would be better in the morning after a good night's rest.* "You seem to tired and worn out to give good service tonight. I expect the best from my servants."

You're right, Master. Your discerning eye for things is a good quality. I pledge to give you my best in the morning. Shall I surprise you if I wake up before you do?" *The kit continues to rub the chest of the dragon as he speaks. Something's different about this man. Yes, he treats the kit as a servant, but it's still a true treatment that he gives others. The men of the teen's experience use their time with him to build up their bravado and manhood that they don't have in the real world. As a result, they use their false selves to use the kit. But this dragon...He is who he is.*

I would like that. Perform well enough and I may remove the cage that holds your delicate little kithood captive." *To emphasize his point, the dragon reaches down and gently cradles the teen's furry balls in one of his huge hands enjoying the feel of the firm pent up frustration locked within.* "When I set you free, will you cum a river, boy?"

*From the touch of the dragon's paw, the kit's entire body tightens as he lets out a soft yipp. He trembles slightly as the dragon talks.* "Yes, Master. Half a year of teen fox boy cum will be yours to make fire out of my frustrated kithood as you please." *He fails to stifle a whimper that comes out of his muzzle. He licks the dragon's chest like a puppy, unable to hold on to his sexual energy.*

"I shall draw that moment out of you for hours when the time for your release is nigh. You will beg and plead for an eternity until I determine you are at the ultimate height of sexual stimulation. Your orgasm shall tear you asunder with ecstasy and drain you utterly." *As he speaks to the kit, he continues to massage his testicles feeling the kit's full and straining energy.* "This is not a cruelty, but a kindness. You will forever wish to relive that moment."

"Oh, Master, may your sex kit have a passionate kiss?" *The teen's sex tempered body can barely contain the heat and energy bouncing around inside of him. He clutches his teddy bear tightly with one hand while embracing the dragon's neck with the other. Soft, rapid whimpering sounded from his muzzle; he kneaded his hind paws over and over; His body shook; small tears formed at his eyes.*

"Yesss."

*The dragon hissed enjoying the kit's trembling eagerness and youthful sexual frustration.* "You may kiss me."

*The kit pulls himself up to the dragon's face and gives the older male and submissive kiss, The kit wants to ravage the scale's mouth, but he manages to keep a small amount of control over himself. The teen purposefully opens his mouth, allowing the dragon's thin, long tongue to slip in with no resistance. The boy hugs the dragon tighter whimpering and moaning into the kiss. Six months of orgasm denial have driven him to heights of lust he never thought possible in himself. But this dragon...The boy was with a man just this morning, but he was not driven to this level of neediness and desire. What was it about this imposing, dominating man that brought out the kit's passion?*

*The dragon senses himself falling victim to the little kit's charms once again. How can he a resist the temptation to sample his youthful vigor, innocence and lithe beauty. Against his will, his free hand caresses the pup's firm buttocks. And his finger , of its own volition, slides over and around his puckered hole beneath his bushy tail* "It is only supposed to be a good night kiss," he tells himself trying not to surrender to the inevitable.

*The kit flex's his hole when he feels the dragon's digit at his tailhole. The kit breaks the kiss, in order to breathe. Something with in him caused him to do what he's never done before: pour out his emotions to a client. The energy in his body stimulated his mind to the point of verbal congestion.* "Master...Please...My body is yours. Take full advantage of it. You're raising so much in me that no other man has ever raised; so much that I thought I locked away inside of me to do the work I've had to do...Please, Master...Make me feel more....I want to feel more by your claw, in your chest, from your cock. I'll relish any touch you give me....I'll savor every second of my impending orgasm, if you decide that I'm worthy of it. I want to be worthy of it...Worthy of you, Master!"

*The kit's desire and utter subservience is too much for the elder scalie. He will not wait until morning to have the kit again. His tongue explores the kits mouth while his finger works its way into his anus, eliciting a gratified moan of pleasure form the kit. His other hand can feel the pulsing of the kit's cock against its plastic prison.* *He is torn as to whether he should free that frustrated teen prick or keep his tight little balls full just a while longer. After minutes of fondling and massaging the little fox's swollen orbs he decides to wait. The final release must be done properly, and tonight he is too tired to execute this delicate and long delayed event with proper precision. He will take the kit quickly and then sleep well knowing what promises tomorrow will bring.*

*The kit breathes heavily and rapidly. He looks the dragon in the eyes with a pleading, needy gaze. The scale's eyes reflect the moonlight and pierce right through the teen's inner being. His voice trembles with the need for release.* "Master, I'm yours! You gave me control last time; it's yours to take now!"

*The dragon is eager to do just that. He flips the kit over to be on his hands and knees. The kit supports himself with one hand while he clutches his bear to his chest with the other. Keeping his grip on the kit's swollen balls, he guides his stiffening member to the fox's warm tailhole and slowly coaxes his staff in and out, moving a little deeper in with every stroke.*

*The kit can only moan softly as the dragon has his way with his tailhole. His sounds of pleasure grow louder and louder with every stroke of the dragons dick inside his tight love tunnel. Soon the teen buries his head in a pillow, muffling his howls of sexual ecstasy as not to alert anyone else on the premises. He embraces his teddy bear to his chest with both arms as his mind runs wild with desire for his dominant yet truly strong older male. The Fox begins to drive himself back onto the dragon's massive masculine meat.*

*The dragon cannot contain his ejaculation for long in this position. Doggy style is his favorite, and he knows he won't last. The sight of the kits firm butt, the feel of his trapped cock in its fragile cage, and the muffled moans are too much. When the kit pushes backward to take all of him inside, he shoots his juice without any ability to stop himself. Instead, he lets the shuddering vibrations of his body become the only sensation he experiences and lets it fill his entire reality. He absently massages the kits sides and chest as he does so with his lightly extended claws carving shallow furrows in the kit's fur. *

*The Fox boy's kit hood pulsates harder and faster than ever before against the plastic tube encasing it. The combination of the sexual frustration and the dragon's warm seed flowing deep into his body causes him to instinctively raise his head, rear it back, and scream pleasure at the top of his young lungs. For a moment he for gets the orgasm denial and gets lost in the feeling of having a real man inside of him. His body almost collapses, but the scale 's claws hold him in place. The calming drags of the claws help bring him down from climax and ease the disappointment of the orgasm denial.* "Di...did you enjoy....enjoy that, Master?" *The kit can hardly talk, his throat horse from the screaming. He kneads his from paws into his teddy bear in an attempt to come down faster from the denial.*

"Yesss." hisses the dragon. "Very much. You have done well today. You have six more days to please me. I expect something extra from you each day. Now it is time for sleep. No more sex tonight." *The dragon lays on his side and keeps the kit spooned tightly against himself.*

*The pup lays against the older male's torso, the scale's cock still inside of him to the hilt. The teen closes his eyes and tries to relax. The almost rhythmic rising and falling of the dragon's chest helps lull him to sleep.*

*The dragon, exhausted form cumming in the kit twice in one day slowly falls asleep still inside the little pup.*

*In the morning, the dragon arose and left the kit sleeping. He had work to do, and would be gone all day. Before he left, he set up an account for the kit on a computer in a guest room so he could access the internet but not send messages. The staff was instructed to feed him and keep him locked in the room until the Master returned. He could swim in the indoor lap pool if he wanted, but he had to be supervised the whole time. He was not allowed to be outside for any reason.* *While he was gone, he did some shopping for the night's events.*

*The kit woke up late in the morning. He called for his master, laying in the bed for about an hour after not hearing an answer. The teen tried to walk out the door and try to find the dragon, but he found it locked. He used the intercom to contact the staff. One of the servants informed the pup of the dragon's orders. The kit passed the time surfing the internet, an extremely rare opportunity for him in the last three years.* *Later in the day, he splashed around in the lap pool while wearing a black speedo one of the servants fetched for him. The privilege of the pool was an even rarer one than the use of the computer. After he swam for a few minutes he got out of the pool, toweled himself off, and sat in the warm sunlight coming through the large bay window.* *He wrote in one of his composition books about the night he spent with the dragon and all the conflicting physical, mental, and emotional emotions that had risen inside of him.* *He ate a simple omelet for breakfast, a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch, and two oranges for a mid-afternoon snack.*

*The dragon returned at dinner time, and sent a servant up to the kit. The servant, a thirty-something otter who acted as the butler and man servant to the dragon, asked the kit what choice of entrees he wanted for dinner. Before the kit could come down, though, he was told to get dressed and to look as attractive as possible. A collection of packages and boxes were placed in the Master Bedroom with him along with a shimmering white cocktail dress. Upon inspection, the kit discovered a wig, jewelry, an assortment of women's shoes and other assorted accessories.* *The dragon waited in his study reading the news and checking on the stock market until the kit came down.*

*The teen tells the butler that he would like to have hot dogs and macaroni and cheese for dinner and heads to the Master bedroom.* *The kit was not very surprised by the clothing the dragon selected; cross dressing was a favored fetish of a lot of his clients. He looked over all the accessories and chose what he thought Master would like. The kit goes to the Dragon's study. When he opens the door, he performs a curtsy in the white dress. The kit's head adorned with the long, jet black wig that touches just above his back. His jewelry consist over silver bangles around both his wrists, a gold necklace with a ruby pendant around his neck, and three thin, gold rings on his right hand. He wears the black high-heels on his feet and black stockings cover his legs right up to the cocktail dress. He also has a matching black clutch bag and formal black coat.* "Welcome home, Master."

*The dragon turns from his desk, and smiles upon seeing the attention to detail that the kit has given to his appearance. It is clear that he has dressed as a woman before. In fact, he's very convincing, and quite attractive. Many heterosexual males would be fooled and hit on him in a bar.* "You look exquisite tonight. Do you like the dress I bought you?"

"Yes, Master. It's very comfortable and elegant. You have wonderful taste, Master. Shall I approach you, Master?" *The kit makes a purposeful flip of his hair, sensing that the dragon would find it attractive.*

"No. I shall approach you..." *The dragon stands up and holds his right arm out at an angle for the kit to take it* "...and escort you to dinner."

*The pup wraps his arms around the dragon's arm. He walks beside the dragon as they head to their destination. The kit notices something as the glance by a mirror in the hallway.* "May I have a moment, Master?" *After receiving a nod from the dragon, the fox boy pulls a tube out of the clutch and touches up his crimson lipstick in the mirror. Then he touches up his bark blue eye shadow and rose red blush. He returns to the dragon's side and gives the older male an apologetic curtsy.* "Please forgive me, Master. I saw imperfections, and I know you demand, and deserve, only the best." *The teen returns his arms to wear they were on the dragon's strong frame.*

*At the dining room, the dragon pulls out a chair for the kit to sit, and pushes him in to the table and takes his own seat next to him at the table.* "You look beautiful. I saw that dress, and knew it would work well on you. I bought some other outfits for you to try on later. Until then, let's enjoy dinner." *The otter butler brings in the kit's hot dogs and macaroni and a large steak with steamed vegetables for the Master. When the otter tries to pour the dragon a glass of wine, the dragon covers the glass with his claw and shakes his head. The servant is visibly surprised by the refusal of alcohol and sets the bottle on the table in case the Master changes his mind.* "What would you like to drink, sir?" asks the otter of the kit.

*The teen sits in the chair the dragon pulls out for him.* *He thinks for a moment on his choice of drink* "Orange juice, please."

*The dragon and the kit eat in silence for a while until the dragon abruptly asks a question.* "Do you take drugs, kit?"

*The teen looks into the older man's eyes.* "Only marijuana whenever I was made to by a client, Master."

"I won't have any of that here. You try anything like that and I send you back. If you start having withdrawals, I send you back. If you want to stay here...the whole seven days, then you have to follow all of my rules. You have been good so far. Don't screw up." *The dragon returns to devouring his steak.*

*The kit flinches and slightly withdraws, cowering from the intensity of the dragon's voice.* "Yes, Master. I swear not to do anything you wish me not to while I'm under your roof." *The teen returns to eating. He holds a pang of sadness for possibly disappointing the dragon."

*The dragon senses the kit's fear and remorse, and tries to modulate his voice and tone. It is not an easy task for him. He is used to giving orders and having them obeyed without emotion and without question. Weaklings who cannot stand his wrath are dismissed and forgotten, but he does not wish to dismiss the kit or forget him. In a gentler voice, he continues.* "The rules are absolute, but you have nothing to fear. So far you have been perfect. Please eat your dinner, then you can truly prove yourself to me afterward."

*A small, demure smile crosses the kit's muzzle. No one has ever tried to change their voice and projection for his sake.* "Yes, Master...and thank you." *The teen returns to eating.*

*The dragon is pleased he can make the kit happy. He slows down his eating so he finishes with the kit." "Dessert? I don't eat it myself, but I am sure my staff can whip something up."

*The kit's tail wags unconsciously. It's been so long since anyone would let him have sweets." "May I have some strawberry cheesecake?" *The teen beams happily at the thought."

*The dragon rings a bell that the otter left at the edge of the table. The otter enters, the dragon indicates the kit's desire. The otter is relieved that they do have some cheesecake, and returns with it shortly covered in fresh strawberries." *The dragon watches the kit carefully as he eats his desert, observing every nuance of his expression and movements of his body. His lust for the kit grows with the anticipation of what is to come. He is eager to begin the next phase of the evening's entertainment.*

*The pup's eyes widen as he gazes at the cheesecake. He eats it slowly, savoring every bite of the sweet cake and strawberries. Pleasure radiates from his body.* "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you."

*When the pup is finished with his desert, the dragon stands and offers his arm to the kit. The kit takes it and the dragon leads him upstairs to the master bedroom. He turns on a stereo system and classical waltz music plays.* "May I have this dance?"

*The kit blushes and gives a nervous nod. The dragon has reached a new height for the teen's experience with men. He extends a shaky paw to the dragon.*

*The dragon teaches the kit how to dance the waltz, and they move about the room to the sound of violins.* "It pleases me that you took so much care in your appearance tonight. I plan to give you several more opportunities to do the same." *As they continue to dance, the dragon holds forth a key from some concealed pocket. The kit recognizes it as the once for his chastity device. The dragon keeps the key in his claw as he resumes his hold on the kit's paw; the key now resting between the kits pad and the dragon's scaly hand.* *The kit trembles with his eagerness to be free of the device, but afraid to take the key. _Was the Master offering it?_he wonders.* *The dragon smiles at the little teen's uncertainty and anticipation. It is his goal to build to the teen to a frenzy of expectation tonight. Everything has started out slow and easy thus far. He will ratchet the kit's arousal higher and higher as night progresses.* *As he speaks, his left hand moves down to just below the kit's tail, and pulls the kit closer to his groin as the music slows.* "You know what this key is for. I thought of keeping you pent up until the last day, but I find myself potentially over eager to experience all of your charms tonight. You have the opportunity to win your release, if you are satisfactory in pleasing me. The better the show you make, the more likely you will have this key."

*The pup hangs on the dragon's every word as the reality of his sexual frustration returns to weigh on his vulnerable mind. The kit lets the dragon have all the control in the situation, but the mere thought of sexual release causes his body to tremble slightly.* "Sh...Shall I start by changing into something more appropriate for the night's festivity, my Master?"

"You have read my mind. Just remember that I want a show of it, and you must try to seduce me. Your stage is the platform around the tub and master bathroom." *The dragon releases the kit, and the kit notices the key is not in his paw. He wonders what sleight of hand the dragon used to take it back. The dragon pulls up a large easy chair in front of the raised platform that defines the bath area of the master suite and sits down to watch.* "You will find more outfits in the closet. You may start with the cheerleader, then red riding hood, then the princess."

*The kit quickly goes into the closet, driven by the prospect of finally being able to climax after six long, sex filled months driving him. The kit also like to dress up; it provided a momentary means for him to forget his current situation in life.*

*From the Master bedroom the kit struts into the bathroom wearing a yellow and white cheerleader outfit, complete with pompoms, ballet shoes, and a blonde ponytail wig. The relaxing day, full belly, and relaxing atmosphere of the date so far gave him the energy and confidence to really get into character. He turned around, pushed from his legs, and performed three back flips, sticking the dismount in front of the dragon. The mini skirt barely covers the pink panties underneath. He turns around to face the dragon.*

"I'm sorry, Mr. Masters, but cheer practice ran late and I wasn't able to finish my paper on time. Is there any way I can get...an extension from you?"

*The teen uses a paw to lift up his miniskirt, using the pompom to cover up the panties for a teasing effect.*

*The master claps and smiles at the unexpected performance. His stiffening dragonhood prominently bulging against his trousers. The dragon reaches for the kit and pulls him to his side indicating for him to undress him. The kit sets his pompoms down and slowly takes the dragon's clothes off beginning with his shirt and ending with his underwear; all the while making sure to rub his body against the master and bend over whenever possible to show his tiny panties beneath his ridiculously short skirt. All of this ensures the Master's member is fully erect when released from its confines.* *When the kit tries to touch it, the master stops him, and speaks.* "For not finishing your paper, I have a punishment. Now bend over in front of me." *The kit does as ordered. The dragon pulls his panties down around his ankles, and begins to insert a butt plug up the kit's tail hole. The kit squirms and gasps from the unexpected sensation. Fastening the item with a strap around the young fox's waist so it does not come out, he pats his furry bottom and gropes his balls before pulling his panties back up.* "Now do a few more tumbles with that in there, and then I want to see how you do as Red Riding Hood."

*The complaint kit does as he is told. He's blushing from the sensation of the unexpected butt plug fastened to him. Even though the panties are back on he still feels the strong hand of the dragon on his full testicles.* *It takes all of his concentration, but the kit manages to perform five successful back flips before disappearing into the closet, moaning every time he touches the ground. As he changes, he can already feel heat and pressure gather under the clear plastic tube constricting his sheath.* *The teen emerges from the closet in a light blue sun dress with a red hooded cape that touches just below his ass. Carrying a picnic basket, he skips to the platform. The plug's effect is apparent in the subtle twitches on his otherwise smiling face. He stops just a foot in front of the Dragon.* "Master woodsman, have you seen any big bad wolves around today? I'm taking this basket of goodies to my grandpa and I want to be careful. I've heard that a lot of little girls have been taken advantage of in these woods, and I don't have any underwear on." *He lifts a flap of the basket to show a collar, leash, ball gag, and other assorted "goodies" that are kept within it. The kit turns around and exposes his bare, plugged tailhole to the dragon. Then spins around to show an innocent, childlike smile on his muzzle.*

*The dragon is impressed by the kit's creativity and sincere sense of desire. He reaches into the basket removing the collar, which he fastens around the kits neck. He clips the leash to the collar and puts his huge paw through the loop. Pulling the fox towards himself he make the kit straddle his waist with his erect cock stiff against his back. The dragon moans his deep diesel engine rumbling growl of satisfaction as the kit's soft tail wags against his member. As he fondles the kits tight buttocks his finger alternates between applying pressure to the plug and relaxing the pressure to stimulate the kit further.* "There are worse things than wolves around her, my dear. There be dragons." *As the kit gasped from the in an out anal pressure, the dragon grabs his snout and kisses him, deeply exploring his mouth and throat with his long tongue.* "Little girls should be more careful who they stop and talk to in the woods. Anything could happen when you talk to a stranger, don't you agree, little one?"

*The kit submissively accepts the collar and leash around his neck. His heart beats faster as he is pulled, prodded, and kissed by the dragon. The kits moans turn into quiet whimpers of desire for the Dragon. The pressure and heat in his chastised loins growls every greater with every moment spent on the dragons lap, in his arms, in his mouth.* "Master woodsman, what a big cock you have! Yes, sir, you are right." *The teen whimpers slightly.* "But, you wouldn't hurt and innocent little girl like me, would you?" *He couldn't help but give the older male a submissive, seductive, slow lick up his chest and neck.*

"I won't hurt you, but there are things I will do to you. Before I do, I think you are not as innocent as you pretend to be. In fact, I think that you are a deceiver." *As he says this, he tears the dress in half and tosses it aside leaving the kit completely naked except for the red hooded cape.* "You are not a girl at all! You are just a very naughty little boy." *The dragon grabs the kit's chastity device and balls in one of his huge hands.* "It is well that someone put this on you. Otherwise there is no telling what mischief you might get into or where you might stick your foxy dick. Do you want to stick your foxy little dick somewhere, boy?" *The kit nods his head as his body shudders and his kithood strains futilely to be free of its plastic cell. The dragon turns the kit around so the end of his huge dragon cock is in the teen's face.* "Then earn your release."

*The strain of the device and plug drive the kit to moan spontaneously. The rush of sexual frustration returns to him instantly and increases with the dragon's every dominant word.* "Yes, Master!" *The teen takes the dragon's dick into his mouth as far as he can. He works his tongue and muzzle over the huge dragonic staff. He works both paws over the shaft slowly at first. The older male moans softly as he grips the kit's head and takes control. The pup lets the dragon set the pace as he continues to work his paws over what his muzzle can't cover. After every minute, the dragon forces himself as deep as he can down the kit's throat, causing the unsuspecting teen to gag and produce more saliva to slicken up the staff. The dragon's dominant pleasure is proven by the increasing sound of his lustful moans and growls.* *The teen's own moans of desire and need vibrate the head of the dragonic spear attempting to impale him through his tiny body. The dragon manages to make the kit fit a full eight inches of hot wet scale dick down the teen's esophagus. The kit gives himself to lust as he quickens his paws for this man who has once again arisen so much of the true passion within him. Heat and pressure in his locked up teen fox cock drive him further and further to please the dragon even more.* *The mix of lust and desire began to cloud his mind. The kit can't tell if this man is just another forceful client...or something much, much more.*

*The dragon growls his satisfaction, enjoying the wet and tight warmth of the kit's mouth and throat. He lifts the kit's ass up so the fox is standing on his scalie thighs bent over with his mouth stretched tight over his cock. The kit needs no more encouragement, so he releases his head and uses his free hand to work the butt plug in and out while secretly unlocking the chastity device with his other hand. The kit seems unaware that his foxhood is free. The dragon smiles with satisfaction as the kit's released member swells to its full length and girth with a prominent knot near the base just above his retracted sheath. He is a big boy after all.* "You are doing well, little kit. Keep pleasing me and you may get your wish." *He chuckles and steam escapes his nostrils as he wonders how long the poor frustrated little guy will go before realizing he is no longer enchained. As he feels himself approaching climax he pulls steadily on the leash to bring the shuddering fox's head backwards until the end of his reptilian cock is just beyond the fox's lips. The kit strains at the leash and reaches out frantically with his tongue to try to lap up the pre-cum dribbling from the end. The dragon gently licks the backs of the kit's ears and lightly grasps the kit's impressive boner in his mighty claw.*

*The scales lick on the kit's most sensitive spot, the butt plug's forced entry, and the simultaneous grip on his exposed and fully hardened kithood causes the kit to moan from a level of bliss and ecstasy that he had never experienced before. The kit didn't even realize the dragon had set him free. He was too lost i the desire to pleasure this man. The dragon was the first man the kit actually wanted to give pleasure to. The teen's body begins to tremble in the dragon's hold.* "M-M-Master!" *The kit's breathing begins to quicken in anticipation of what is about to happen. He grinds his own cock and ass into the older male's claw and body. He can feel every muscle and move that the dragon makes. The dragon licks his ear once again, causing the kit's body to almost seize. Everything comes to a fever pitch in his fragile mind. The kit's emotions for the dragon begin to flow from him uncontrollably as he rears his head back and closes his eyes.* "Please, Master. Your kit toy doesn't think he can take any more. He needs to have release by your claw. Only you have made him feel like this. Only you have bent him to your will and needs so much. Only you is who he wants to serve for eternity. Please, Master, I'm begging! I need...I need..."

*The kit's pleas are so poignant and heartfelt and his desire to satisfy so great, that the dragon finds his will to make him wait longer begin to crumble. He had planned on more costumes, but the kit 's cock is throbbing in his hand and pre-cum is running out the end.*

*Unexpectedly, the Master find himself speaking what is in his heart instead of what is in his head.* "Shhh. Shhh. I want you with me for eternity, too. I...love you. Hold just a little longer. I want to be inside you when you cum." *The dragon quickly removes the butt plug and positions the kit's anus over his cock, while holding the boy's cock tightly. He reaches for the lubrication in the basket, but the kit is so eager he plants himself on the dragon's member and it slides in. As the kit moves up and down on his shaft, the dragon begins to stroke the kit's penis. The kit screeches his pent up sexual repression. Despite his desire, the kit cannot find release without permission. It has been so long.* "Master, Master, may I cum? Please! May I cum?" *The fox's frantic entreaties stimulate the dragon to his own climax. He feel his own body shudder at the beginning of his ejaculation.* "You may cum now, sweet kit."

*The kit moans at the top of his lungs as he reaches final release. He feels every fiber of his body clench as the waves of orgasmic pleasure surge through his tiny body. This tailhole holds a death grip on the dragon's massive flesh staff.* "THANK YOU, MASTERRRRRRRRRRRRR!" *The kit begins to fire stream after stream of white teen fox juice from his too long denied cock. The first couple of ropes it the ceiling of the bathroom the others are pulled by gravity back down onto of him and the dragon. With every shot fired this dick bobs, and his moans continue to reverberate with in the bathroom.* *Soon, his orgasm subsides. He leans back onto the dragon, his boy limp from the experience of final release. He wants move more, for the dragon's pleasure as much as his own, but his body won't move. The boy begins to whimper in his own failure to please the man he''s come to feel so much for.* "M...Ma...Master...I'm so...sorry...I can't...My body..."

*The dragon releases is own seed inside the fox as the kit releases his months of pent up jizz all over the bathroom in a sticky, creamy fountain. He comforts the kit.* "You did fine, little kit. You have pleased me more than you know." *He cuddles the worn out boy as his own member slowly softens. The kit's cock remains rock hard despite his recent eruption. To calm him further he traces the calming patters on the kit's white stomach.*

*The kit begins to come down from his sexual high, despite his member's refusal to soften.* "I'm glad that I've pleased you, Master. And I meant every word. I want to be with you forever. I'll work with the staff and promise to perform all my chores in addition to satisfying you on demand. I'll do whatever it takes to prove my devotion for you, and I know you don't want anyone to not do his part. I'll be at your beckon call." *As the kit talks he nestles against the dragon's chest. after he's done talking, he nuzzles and places small rapid kiss on the dragon's neck. He feels bad for not being able to give the older male the physical affection a true passionate man like him deserves.*

*The dragon can see how exhausted the little teen is. He tenderly picks him up in his arms and takes him to the shower to clean all of the cum out of the fox's fur and off his own scales. The kit can barely stand, so the dragon holds him in the shower and lathers and rinses his fur.* *When done, he dries the kit as he sits on the warm air dying vent. Dispensing with clothes he takes the kit to bed and lies down with the kit facing him. Lifting the kit's chin he speaks lovingly to him after gently kissing him on his snout.* "I appreciate your devotion to me. You have more than earned your keep thus far. I look forward to many more chances for us to love each other. If you are good, I have another possible reward for you."

*The exhausted kit lets the dragon wash and dry him, silent and too exhausted to even speak. The teen nestles in the bed as the dragon lays him down. He motions for his bear, and the dragon readily gives it too him. Holding his precious animal tight, the kit listens as the dragon speaks for their future love making.* *The kit is fading fast from the eventful night, he struggles fruitlessly to stay awake longer so that he can talk more with his new found lover.* "Reward...What reward could be better...then being able to fall asleep beside you every...night, Master?" *His eyes are too heavy to even keep open*

"That is the reward. Be good, and I will not return you to the bear pimp."

"Master...I promise to be...your...perfect li...ttle...ki..." *The kit falls asleep in the dragon's arms, to worn out to even finish his sentence.*

*The dragon gently strokes the kit's fur as his breathing continues rhythmically while he sleeps. He fears that he is falling in love with the kit and that the kit may not return that love. Devotion is one thing, but it is not love. Will the kit love him in return? He wonders. For now, though, he is content to have him here in his bed. He falls asleep once again without having to drink away the pain, though this fact escapes him.*