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Brael landed panting, keeping his wings out to flex and stretch as he trotted beneath the ledge and into his little cave, glancing at the sundial as he went: a little behind schedule, what he got for sleeping in, but not enough to worry about being late as long as he didn't dawdle too long. After drinking briefly from the shallow, flowing pool that trickled across his home, he walked over to where he'd laid out his armor the previous night. Sure, as a dragon he didn't [i]need[/i] much more armor than his scales provided, but being a guard was all about appearances. Put some armor on a dragon and he'll just look that much more intimidating, and the more fearsome a guard looked, surely the less likely he'd need to actually demonstrate a dragon's ferocity.

The sky-blue dragon had never even needed to do that much, though he couldn't say he was disappointed. It was a much easier job when no more was expected of him than to watch and attend to those he was charged with protecting--and besides, if he'd been expected to do actual fighting, he'd have surely demanded that the armor he'd been fit for included a cup! But no, instead of something that actually [i]protected[/i] him, he'd been issued something that protected the Master and his pets instead: being tasked with protecting the Master's harem couldn't be entrusted to just anyone, and of course such a powerful dragon had every right to be fiercely territorial when it came to his dragonesses... Which meant that no dragon guarding his harem went on duty without wearing one of the sorcerer's spell-laden chastity cages.

But it could be worse, he supposed, as he scooped up the halves of the cage in his claws and sat back on his haunches to start gearing up for the day's shift. He'd heard powerful humans with harems might only let eunuchs guard their favorites; at least he was able to take off his cage and get some relief when he came home at the end of the day!

And considering how playful his Master's dragonesses could get, especially on days he was too occupied to come and let them lavish him with attention, Brael couldn't have lasted a week if he didn't have a chance for a break every evening! Just the thought of how insistent, how [i]demanding[/i] for attention those pretty ladies could get made him groan, and his hind claws curled and he felt his sheath start plumping up as all those memories, fantasies, the anticipation of the day to come began to swirl through the brawny dragon's mind... He tossed his snout and growled, hurriedly reaching back and sliding the cage over his sheath, hissing to himself at the feeling of the cool metal fitting so snugly around him. Then he set the loop behind his balls, pressed the two pieces so they fit together, and fit the padlock through. Butterflies danced in his belly for a moment, as they did every morning despite having gone through this routine nearly every day for a year now, and after one more steadying breath he pinched the padlock shut with a soft [i]click.[/i]

[i]"Nhg!"[/i] The icy shock of magic that ran through the cage made him flinch and grit his teeth, even having known from routine that it was coming! It felt achingly cold against his sheath and the base of his sack, every time he put it on, but whether it hit him so strongly due to the strength of the spellcaster or the number of spells imbued in the cage he didn't know.

At least for a moment the cold of it stopped him from swelling any further, now that he had no room to grow and it would only bring that familiar pent-up ache...

He knew a few of the spells on it, but he was sure there were plenty more that he didn't, spells that would prevent a crafty guard who meant to betray the mage from actually taking advantage of any of his dragonesses. He knew that the cage would prevent orgasm--no other dragon's seed around his favorites--and that it was magically reinforced to prevent breaking or disenchanting, and that was more than enough for him. Upsetting such a powerful magician seemed like a pretty dreadful idea in the first place, but he was well-compensated for the [i]inconvenience[/i] and if it made his days frustrating, well, a good time with his paws at the end of the day and an ever-increasing hoard sure helped to wash that away. He'd be able to move into a pretty nice house himself before too much longer, at this rate!

He gave the bars and the ring a couple of tugs with his claw-tips, adjusting the snug cage around his sheath to make sure it wasn't pinching anywhere, then reached for the armor that was actually [i]armor.[/i] His forelegs got bracers and his hind legs greaves, leather padding under formed metal plates that he buckled around each leg to protect his shins and wrists, and a set of overlapping, articulated plates he draped over his neck, the armor suited to ward away any attacks to his neck that might come from above. He took a few steps, he kicked and swiped at the air, and he arched and bent and twisted his neck, making sure everything was secure and that the plates on his neck were shifting smoothly, and once he was satisfied he reached for the jeweled silver collar that marked him as a harem guard. The emeralds matched his eyes, the bright metal looked brilliant against his scales, and it fit perfectly--it all did, his Master had adjusted it all himself to make sure it suited him. A guard in poorly-fit gear reflected on the Master as much as on the dragon himself, after all!

The only thing left was the key to his chastity cage, which he slipped into a little leather pouch tucked under one wing. Prancing a little circle around the cave, he growled a few times, practicing a fierce expression, imagining needing to sternly warn someone away from one of those precious dragonesses, picturing in his mind's eye how fearsome he must look, a big strong dragon, dressed in armor--no, ignore the stainless steel chastity cage that had such an eye-catching shine between his legs, ignore how the dragonesses he guarded were always complimenting it, ignore the fact that someone had only gotten close enough to need a warning like twice ever in his year of service, look at the armor, the muscles, the claws and the fangs!

He huffed to himself, pushing on the cage with a paw, ignoring how it felt a little tighter. He'd be stuck in it all day, nothing he could do about that!

With one last growl, he bounded outside, spread his wings, and then up into the air he leapt. A few hard flaps of his wings to clear the trees, and he swooped to his right, caught the wind where it came between the hills, and let it carry him from his home on the outskirts towards the middle of the city. It was a busy place already, a half-dozen other dragons circling over the buildings, carts and travelers on the roads, the sounds of many voices wafting up through the air as the anthros and the occasional other dragon who lived there went about their business. He kept one eye on the sky ahead of him and one on the bustling activity down below, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary: just all those bipeds with their routines, the same way he had his own guiding his wings across the city to the sprawling mansion in the city's northeastern quarter. The complex dwarfed its neighbors, and the wall that ringed it rivaled that of the lord's keep at the city center--surpassed, even, with the spells worked into the stone that limited any who would cross it to walking through one of its two gates.

Brael let out a bugle of warning as he spiraled down to the broad avenue before the southern gate, warning those who might not have the sense to look up that a dragon was coming down to land. A couple of tall, bristle-hared mammals he couldn't identify hurried to clear a lane for him and his broad wings, and he flapped hard as he landed, taking the first shock in his hind legs before settling down onto all fours. A fox seated at the cafe across from the gate lifted a hand to give him a little wave, and though his tail twitched he bobbed his snout in return as he went to the gate: he didn't know their name, but they were at one of the outdoor tables every single morning when he arrived. He wondered if that was just where she got breakfast, or if she was there every day purely to catch a glimpse of a big, armored, chaste dragon.

"Morning, Brael!"

"Good morning Ron," he said, turning and padding up to the gatehouse, where a [i]properly[/i] armored rhino leaned against the doorframe. "How're you this morning?"

The burly anthro also wore a friendly grin, despite the stature that other anthros surely found so imposing. "I am doing [i]just[/i] fine, thank you, and yourself?"

"Oh, the usual," he said, fishing his chastity key out of his pouch and holding it out to the anthro with a rueful smile. "Just another long day ahead."

"I don't know how you lot do it. I'd go mad in a week." Ron shook his head, chuckling, but took the key and went into the gatehouse to store it in a lockbox with those of the other on-duty harem guards: another of Master's security measures, to ensure that not only would the guards be locked but also not in possession of their keys, so multiple guards would have to betray him for any of them to be free around his dragonesses.

Trying to ignore the little pulse that ran through his sheath as he watched that ever-so-important key disappear into the box, he said, "any news?"

"No, it's quiet this morning. Master's still working on whatever it is he's been doing all week long, and other than that, there's nothing out of the ordinary, at least as far as I've heard." After a moment's pause, he made a note in his log-book and said, "right, you're assigned to Rynetha today, relieving Hrannek."

He bobbed his snout, though at the same time he had to hold back a groan. Sometimes the sorcerer got some new idea for a spell he wanted to learn, or invent, and the dragon was devoted to his craft, so devoted he'd hardly leave his laboratories until he had mastered it--which meant that he didn't visit his favorites, and without him to entertain them, they could get a little [i]antsy[/i]--and none worse than Rynetha. "Sounds like I'd better get on duty, then."

The rhino's gaze wandered back toward his hips, and his grin broadened a little. "Good luck with that."

"Don't get into too much trouble out here," he huffed back, then arched his neck and prowled across the threshold to enter the mansion grounds.

Immediately another icy sensation slid between his legs--not as strong before, as it was only a single enchantment. He shook himself all over, not stopping to look back; he knew this one, as he felt twice a day, every day, when he arrived and when he left. It wasn't enough for the harem's guard to be caged, wasn't enough for their keys to be kept at the gatehouse, no, as soon as he stepped through the gate, the keyhole of his padlock vanished entirely and would not reappear until he walked back out the gate again! Master was [i]very[/i] serious about protecting his harem from any dragon's cock aside from his own, as selfish and possessive as a dragon could be--and with the power to back it up, he reflected as he stalked through one of the gardens, watching a fountain burble among the artfully shaped hedges that a goat tended to, wielding a set of shears with a critical eye and the utmost precision.

"Morning Brael!" said the gardener cheerfully, and he smiled and nodded in response, stalking down the broad, neat laid-brick lanes between the bushes and low trees and flower beds towards the harem. A covered hall connected it to the mansion proper, but a broad door also opened directly onto the back gardens, granting those for whom the door would open more direct access. He took a few deep breaths to relax, enjoying how the outer walls kept out the noise of the city, how the gardens helped the air smell so fresh and clean throughout the estate. With Rynetha as his charge for the day, this was as peaceful as things were going to get...

His paw received the jolt of ice this time, when he set it against the lever of the door and pushed, but it opened easily, as of course it did, enchanted to open for any of the harem or their on-duty guard. It swung open silently, on hinges that were of perfectly maintained--

[i]"Brael!"[/i]

Though the harem had no exterior windows, there were skylights to offer the main hall plenty of light, and it was here in this broad open space where the dragoness had just trumpeted a greeting: a slender green-and-black creature, wearing only a jeweled collar and cuffs, her snout lifted and eyes bright--and presently sprawled across the guard he was here to replace, a muscular white dragon with a strained expression on his muzzle. And no wonder, considering where Rynetha's tail was curled!

His own caged sheath twitched in sympathy, or anticipation, or perhaps the scent of aroused dragoness that hung heavily in the air around her. "Good morning, Rynetha," he said, closing the door with his tail and striding into the pillow-strewn lounge that made up the harem's common room. "I'm afraid I'm here to rescue Hrannek from your clutches."

She whined, half-reluctant and half-teasing, but when Hrannek shifted to disentangle himself from the dragoness she let him, with no more than a nibble at his ear and a squeeze between his legs with her tail. He stumbled and groaned, hips jerking back and forth, but at last he managed to get free of her embrace and stand, his wings rustling as he shook himself. "She's extra frisky today," he warned him in an undertone, as if he couldn't notice the little puddle of pre he'd left behind thanks to who knows how much attention she'd given him! "So if you'll excuse me, I need to go take a [i]load[/i] off. I'll see you this evening, ladies," he said, raising his voice, and waved a wing at the other dragoness across the room and the guard who sat on his haunches nearby.

His fellow chaste guard gave Hrannek and Brael a friendly nod, and the dragoness, a gentle, slightly chubby violet beauty named Erpetia purred, "good morning, Brael," before returning her gaze to the book between her foreclaws. She was she quietest of Master's three dragonesses, and only rarely teased whoever was assigned to her: on a day like today, watching her was likely to be quiet, perhaps even boring, to the point that Brael couldn't say if he would want to swap charges. As much as being the focus of Rynetha's attention could be [i]indescribably[/i] frustrating, it sure livened up the day! There was no sign of Tressi except for the guard assigned to her, who sat outside her bedroom, but she rarely rose before noon unless Master came to rouse her.

That was all he had time to take in before he realized that Rynetha had dropped into a playful crouch, the end of her tail twitching, her hind end wiggling as she adjusted her paws--and then when she saw his eyes return to her, she pounced! He braced himself just in time, and though he stumbled managed to keep his paws when she collided with him, letting out an [i]oof[/i] and settling onto his haunches as she grappled and coiled herself around him, nibbling at his snout and his ears. "Brael, Brael, Brael, Brael," she sang, her voice high and clear; when he smiled at her, she giggled, licking him on the chin and fluttering her eyes and her wings, purring.

"And good morning to you too," he chuckled. "How are you today?"

She pouted and looked wistfully at the other door, across the room, that led to the mansion. "Lonely. Master hasn't come to visit in [i]days!"[/i]

Most days it felt like guarding the harem was more to keep them entertained than to protect them from other dragons or political rivals. He tried to return her nuzzles, and stroked her neck soothingly. "Yes, Ron told me he seems to be busy in his lab. Master must have quite the project on his mind."

"Hmf. His project should be [i]me![/i] Well, us," she amended, glancing at Erpetia. "But still! How could he abandon his [i]favorites?"[/i]

"Don't be impatient, I'm sure he'll come soon. You have plenty of company here, don't you?"

Her forepaw went [i]right[/i] between his hind legs, and he couldn't keep from grunting when she groped his chastity cage. "Well no, I [i]don't,[/i] see? Master's the only one who has what I need..." Her paw wandered from the end of his sheath, to his balls, which she gently cupped and rolled with her clawed digits for a few moments, as the cage grew tighter, and tighter, and tighter! Then her claws moved to the enchanted, impervious padlock, which she tapped pointedly. "He has made [i]very[/i] sure of that!"

Despite having grown [i]quite[/i] accustomed to one of the dragonesses--or even Master himself!--fondling his cage, such a direct approach left Brael too busy groaning and squirming to respond for a few moments, his hind claws clenched, his cock aching underneath the cage, trapped in his sheath and straining for freedom. Oh yeah, this was going to be a [i]long[/i] day... "Nnng-- I know. But there are other things we can do! There are books to read, or we could play-- chess, or, or tiles! Rrrnnh. We could go take a walk in, ngh, in the gardennnn..." he said, soldiering on as best he could, but even with his experience as a chaste, pent-up guard he could hardly keep suggesting activities to her when she kept fondling him so insistently, stroking his sack and rubbing on his caged sheath! Finally he couldn't take it anymore and lowered his snout and grit his teeth and ground firmly against her touch, grunting at the fierce ache she'd already coaxed out of him.

"None of those sound like they involve Master's cock," she huffed, pressing her hips against his back, her tail thumping on the floor. "And the only [i]other[/i] cocks I get close to are locked up! See?" She said again and gripped his cage, pressed on it, tried to stroke it for emphasis, but all he could do in response was moan as his poor trapped sheath throbbed and throbbed beneath her touch.

"There are--your toys!" he managed to gasp as the desperate pent-up ache between his hinds only grew stronger, striving to find [i]something[/i] that would placate the horny dragoness. He met the eyes of his fellow guards, hoping for a little backup from someone whose thoughts were less horribly scattered by her touch, but though they gave him pitying looks they stayed out of it. Evidently their own cages were tight enough already from the sight and scent of the aroused dragoness giving him so much attention that they didn't want to risk attracting her touch as well!

"Those aren't the [i]same!"[/i] she insisted, and finally he worked up the will to grab her paw in his own and pull it away--only for her to use the other instead! Rearing, he grabbed that one too, and coiled his tail around hers... But that just made her disengage, sprawl on the floor, and start nuzzling his balls instead. "They aren't warm like Master, alive like Master, they don't [i]fill[/i] me up like Master does..." She growled, nuzzling his chastity cage more aggressively. "I swear your cage is here to tease [i]me!"[/i] she cried, huffing in frustration as she nuzzled and pushed and even licked at his throbbing, straining sheath through the bars and unable to access the big dragon-cock sealed within.

The feeling was so intense that he shuddered and thrust hard against her nose, hind claws digging into the floor, breaths short and quick. "Ryn-- please--" He writhed, and a thick drop of pre drooled from the tip of his sheath, slowly rolling down the bars of the cage towards her nose. He'd only just arrived for his shift and he already wanted to cum! "Nnngh. Were you this... insistent with Hrannek overnight?"

She finally relented, for the moment anyway, and pouted at him. "Yes. And he just grabbed me and cuddled me and wouldn't let me go get Master!"

He took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the deep, needy strain of his shaft pressed up hard against the tip of the cage--no wonder the white dragon had looked to be in such difficulty, and the kind of willpower it must have taken to keep her focused on him and not desperate to get her snout and paws and tail somewhere, anywhere else! "You're, supposed to listen to us," he said. "Remember last time you were too impatient to apply yourself to some other pursuits until he was able to visit?"

She flinched, and growled at him, and nuzzled his balls again. "Hey! You signed up for [i]your[/i] chastity... I didn't! That was [i]extra[/i] mean of him to lock me up. Don't threaten me like that."

He hissed softly from the sensations of her soft nose. "I am not threatening you, Rynetha, just warning you that dashing off to interrupt what Master is doing may have consequences, and encouraging you to be more patient." He gave her neck a little nuzzle.

"I [i]have[/i] been patient! I wait and I wait and I wait and he doesn't come and all I get to play with are balls and chastity cages." She keened even as she licked the steel enclosing his sheath--as if teasing her guards was so much harder on her than it was on them!

"Rynetha," Erpetia growled from across the room, "if you don't stop whining, or go be needy somewhere else, I'm going to order the guards to tie you up with the biggest gag we have."

She huffed, rolling to her paws. "And I'll just order them [i]not[/i] to!"

"And then we will need Tressi to cast the tie-breaking vote, and since they'll have to wake her up to ask her, I am sure she will side with me. And then I will have plenty of peace and quiet to read by." She smiled sweetly.

Rynetha squirmed, and glared at her, and then abruptly tossed her snout and huffed. "Oh [i]fine,[/i] have it your way."

"Oh? Shall I get out the gag and chains?" she interrupted with a purr.

The dragoness flinched, and wriggled, and Brael shivered as another wave of her aroused scent drifted across his nostrils. "what--no! Hmf. Brael and I are going to go for a nice walk." She turned in a circle, then brushed past him, her tail sliding between his hind legs yet again as she went, all those smooth scales running across his cage and his already-aching balls... he shuddered, but hurried to follow as she went out into the garden.

A few clouds had drawn together over the hills since his flight there, but it was still a warm, sunny morning, and both of them paused for a deep breath of air, full of the fragrance of the flowers in their beds... and for him, less laden with the scent of a horny dragoness. Ignoring the needy throbbing beneath his belly, he stood up straight and arched his neck, looking around. "Where shall we walk?"

She just started down one of the paths, muttering. "'Shall I get out the gag,' rrr... She ought to just wear the enchanted hood herself, if she wants peace and quiet so badly!"

"I'm sure she misses Master just as badly as you do. You shouldn't get angry with her," he said, trying to calm her down as he hurried to keep pace with her quick strides.

"I know." She shook herself all over, stamped a hind paw, and stretched her wings, then resumed walking. "But I miss him and I [i]want[/i] him and just snuggling you or Hrannek or any of the others isn't the same! He is always saying that we should be ready for him, be saving ourselves for him, but what good does it do to be all worked up if he never comes to see us?" she whined.

He wondered if it would ever get any easier to hear a dragoness talk about how badly she wanted a dragon to claim her while he stood there locked in chastity. "Well, as I am becoming something of an expert on being all worked up and having to wait for relief," he said, trying to fight down the blush reddening his ears, "I can say that having to wait can make the reward all the sweeter by the time it arrives. Just think, I'm sure he'll visit again soon, and won't it be [i]so[/i] satisfying when he does? When you finally get what you've been hoping for?" She tilted her snout, and he said, "I mean, when I go home in the evenings--"

"Oh that's not [i]fair![/i]" she huffed, and the tip of her tail coiled around his sheath and balls, stroking and squeezing and making him moan. "No fair talking about [i]your[/i] dick when I'll never ever even get to see it! No matter [i]how[/i] hard I try..." She dropped her head to look underneath him, but all her touch was doing was making him writhe and gasp, his sheath bulging against the bars of his chastity cage, pent up and really making him long for freedom, for an orgasm--and it was still so early in the day! "Nh. We should have gagged [i]you[/i] instead."

He shivered, which he knew she felt through her tail wrapping around his sack, trying not to think about what usually accompanied requests to tie him up for their amusement while at the same time knowing that if the ladies wanted, he'd need to be a good guard and accommodate such a request! "Nh-- If, if you want to tie me up, we can go back to the harem so one of the others can supervise--"

"No. I've spent way too much time in there. It's too stuffy!" She lifted her snout and looked around, then tilted her snout slyly and said, "I have a better idea!" Then she gave his balls an achingly firm squeeze, and before he could recover enough to stop her she dashed off towards the house!

[i]"Aaah--[/i] Rynetha! Stop, come back!" he said, but of course the willful dragoness didn't listen! So he had no choice but to follow her as she galloped through the gardens, even leaping over hedges in her haste, her flight and his pursuit startling the gardeners and even a visiting noble as her course took her off the pathways and up the front steps into the mansion house. She was quick, and he was slowed just enough by his armor, so that he could do little more than call for her to stop and swipe at the tip of her tail while she brought the two of them exactly where he'd known she would go: down to the basement, to the doors of Master's laboratory, which of course were closed and locked.

"Maaaasteeeer! Master, Master!" She reared up on her hind legs and thumped the door with her front paws, scratched at it--not firmly enough to scrape the wood--and even hit it with her tail a few times before he caught up and tried to pull her away.

"Rynetha, no, come on, you know you shouldn't disturb him--" He grabbed at her paws to stop her from banging on it again, and she'd just nipped at his ear in response when abruptly there was the metallic sound of a latch lifting, and then the door swung inward to reveal the snout and neck of a tall silver dragon.

Brael immediately let go of Rynetha and dropped into a bow, neck arched and snout pointed at the floor; whatever pride he had--which, being a dragon, was substantial!--it couldn't even begin to stand up to being in the presence of the powerful dragon who kept him in chastity half the day. "Master, I am sorry, I tried to tell her not to come--"

"It's all right," he said in a warm, friendly voice, which of course prompted her to squeak and leap forward, practically draping herself across his shoulders. "I did not intend to stay down here so long. But I have been making great progress! Come along, both of you, come inside."

Rynetha of course trotted right on through the door--and tasked with keeping watch of her, Brael had to follow, hesitant as he was to intrude; he'd never been into his lab before. "I hope we aren't interrupting," he said.

"No no, it's quite all right! You might even be able to help me a little--mmmh." He didn't stumble, but his tail did lift when Rynetha's snout dipped beneath his belly and at last found an uncaged sheath to nuzzle! "Oh my dear Rynetha, have you been missing me that badly?"

"I [i]have!"[/i] she cried, and nosed at him again, crawling along at his side trying to keep her snout between his legs as he returned to a low table where he'd laid out a whole set of spellbooks. "You've been gone for [i]days[/i] and I wanted you and I needed you and what else am I supposed to [i]do[/i] when all my guards are chaste?"

He sat back on his haunches when he reached the table, letting her lick and nuzzle and purring appreciatively, giving her head a few strokes as she busied herself seeking the shaft she'd been fantasizing about for so long. If he was in position to be a jealous dragon, Brael might have thought that Master's dragonhood wasn't as large as his own; but when Master was the one with the power, with the riches, with the harem of dragonesses, under whose orders his own cock was reduced to throbbing impotently in a chastity cage, all he could really be envious of was the pleasure the very pretty, very eager dragoness was giving to their Master!

"What you should [i]do[/i] is be patient, which your time in chastity was supposed to teach you, my dear. [i]Mmmm.[/i] I give you a house full of diversions, of friends, of guards, any of whom could help to entertain you or to pleasure you..."

"But they're not [i]you!"[/i]

He purred and smiled down at her, nearly fully hard now from her attention. "What a loyal dragoness you are. That's true enough, they're not me, but I do not always have the time to share! There is knowledge to gain, there are riches to make, there is power to be taken and held, and sometimes I need you, like the others in the harem, to keep yourself entertained." When she just pouted up at him, he blinked, and said, "how much has she been teasing you?"

Brael blushed hot again, his sheath pulsing. "I've only been on duty half an hour at most, and until she ran here, she'd been fondling me pretty much the entire time. And it seemed like she was doing the same to Hrannek before I arrived," he said.

"Rynetha," he said, looking down at the dragoness who despite the admonishment had yet to stop nuzzling Master's dick. "Do you need to spend more time in chastity?"

"No!" she huffed, and then was silent for a few moments, just licking at his sheath and nuzzling his sack, and only when his jaws opened--whether to moan or to respond--she went on, "well what if the best way I know how to cope is to make everyone else feel as needy as I do!"

Brael couldn't help but squirm, thinking she was doing a very good job of that; Master just laughed and stroked her neck a few times, shaft pulsing when she lapped her tongue along its underside. "Including me, my dear? You must be very needy indeed."

"I [i]am!"[/i] she said petulantly.

He chuckled, gently grasping one of her horns and pulling her snout away from his groin; she whined, but didn't resist, and almost reluctantly shared a nuzzle with him before sitting back to give him a little space. "Well if you have the patience to wait for just one or two brief t-- demonstrations, I can give you what you need, all right?"

"What have you been working on?" Brael asked, hoping to direct the conversation where Master was trying to take it before she could try to draw their attention back to her desires.

His eyes lit up. "Transportation! I've never had much luck with teleportation or portals, so I finally buckled down with a few treatises on the subject so I could master them properly. The investigations into gravity I did in the spring really seemed to help, there is a lot of overlapping theory there and finally I was able to make sense of it! I mastered transporting inert objects a couple days ago, and now I've been getting the hang of portals that living beings can use. Let me show you!"

Standing and backing away from the table, ignoring his erection, he made a few complicated gestures with his front paws, and bolts of crackling purple energy began to dance beneath his claws. "Hm-- Brael, if you could go over to that dais, I'll whip up a little teleportation spell for you. It'll take you up to the front fountain, and you'll be able to just think 'bring me back' and then you'll reappear right here! Right now I can only sustain the return portion for a minute or so, but with practice I think it'll work for up to an hour, maybe longer."

Considering the spells he was most familiar with were the enchantments that kept him in chastity every day, he couldn't help but feel a little wary, but he bobbed his snout and stood where directed. Master was a very skilled sorcerer after all. He sat on his haunches, tail twitching as he watched the silver dragon weave patterns in the air with his front paws, muttering words in a tongue he didn't recognize. He was just about to wonder if being so aroused by Rynetha's snout had any effect on his spellcasting when the wiggling green dragoness was unable to resist her desire any longer and dove between his legs again to give that twitching cock a firm suckle!

Master must have been right at the conclusion of the spell, for an arc of violet energy leapt from his outstretched paws towards Brael the instant he gasped and shivered in surprise, and he only caught one glimpse of his wide-eyed expression before the whole world lurched around Brael, and with a [i]pop[/i] the lab vanished!

For a moment he was surrounded by an infinite, cold barren plane of white; then an instant later his paws came to earth, and his paws sank deep into a sand dune. A wave of heat crashed over him, and he looked around, startled--this wasn't the front fountain, somehow he'd been transported to the middle of a parched, seemingly endless desert! He cried out in surprise--and then another shock, when an almost painfully deep chill ran through his cage. Panicking, he squeezed his eyes shut tight and frantically thought, bring me back! bring me back!

He didn't dare open his eyes until that same lurch and popping sound signaled his return: but there he was, right back on the dais at the center of the laboratory. He sagged in place, his heart hammering in his chest, and then winced when he felt that aching icy feeling grow even deeper between his hind legs, and he hunched over to clutch at himself, whining.

"Oh thank the gods-- Brael! You're back!" He hadn't even noticed at first, but Master was wide-eyed and looked nearly as frantic as he felt himself, only now clutching a paw to the base of his neck to breathe deeply at the return of his guard. "--are you all right?"

He grit his teeth; after a moment, the ice of the magic on his sheath started to fade, and he was able to straighten up, rumbling gratefully as Rynetha rushed over to lean against him supportively. "Something-- My cage got really, really, really cold!"

"It did? Hmmm. Let me see." Brael spread his hind legs and sat on his haunches to let the other dragon look, feeling a bit of blush returning as he calmed down, and could devote a bit more of his mind to the fact that the other male was peering so intently at his chastity cage... And that Rynetha was too, although without the ability to see spells she was really just getting a nice, close look at his caged sheath and balls. "What happened? Did you go to the fountain, or somewhere else?"

"Somewhere else," he said, squirming when Master tapped his padlock a couple times, digits brushing across his orbs in the process. "I don't know where. It was some kind of desert, hot and sandy. I felt a spell in my cage as soon as I got there, and it didn't stop until a moment after I got back."

"Oh." His tail twitched, and after a few moments of thought he said, "well, I am glad that the spell still [i]mostly[/i] worked. Yes, the destination was off by, a few thousand miles... But it took you there, and it brought you back, just like it was supposed to! And hopefully Rynetha will [i]listen[/i] to my repeated warnings about distracting me the next time I cast a spell in her presence."

She just wagged her tail, her gaze flicking between Master's hard cock and Brael's strict cage and certainly not seeming contrite.

Brael grumbled to himself. "I am also quite relieved to be back, despite the interruption. So what was the spell I felt down there?"

"Oh-- that."

He tilted his snout uncertainly. "That?"

The instant a silver wing draped over his back, he felt a deep, anxious ache fluttering in his belly. "Like I said, I've struggled with teleportation for a while, but it's an area where some of my rivals excel, so one of the spells on the harem guard's cages is meant to counter a guard who might betray me by walking into the harem, taking one of my favorites, and then teleporting out with them, by detecting such spells and if detecting a spell that transports them outside the walls, sealing the lock to make sure that guard couldn't [i]benefit[/i] from his betrayal."

Brael shuddered uncertainly as Master rested a paw against his chastity.

"A very clever piece of magic, if I do say so myself, and like the rest of the spells on my chastity cages, also very cleverly designed so that it can't be dispelled."

"Are--" He shivered all over, and the more he realized what the mage was saying, the tighter his sheath began to feel as his shaft strained urgently to escape. "Are you saying-- you can't get it off?"

"Listen, Brael." He patted him with a paw, but considering that paw was currently resting on his aching caged sheath, it wasn't exactly comforting! "Dispelling magic is hard enough when the spells [i]aren't[/i] designed specifically to resist being removed. It could take months, maybe years of experimentation to find a way to get that cage off you, if I can find one at all, and that's quite a lot of time and effort that doesn't get me anything in return. So how about we just double your pay... and you agree that you've decided to live the rest of your life as a very devoted, perpetually chaste guard of my harem."

His cock ached more fiercely than ever, and he trembled, the nervous quaking in his belly getting deeper, deeper, his whole body shivering at the thought. "But--!"

"Very well, triple your salary. Come on, don't look at me like that; you already wear this thing all day long anyway!" He chuckled and stroked the now-permanent chastity cage, which only made poor Brael's trapped dragonhood throb harder... and encouraged Rynetha to give his balls a nuzzle, making him writhe in pent-up need. "I'm sure you'll get used to it in no time at all, and you'll find all the gold you're taking home a [i]very[/i] worthy compensation. Does pawing off when you get home at night [i]really[/i] compare to so much treasure?"

He only shuddered, wide-eyed and wriggling as his cock ached in chastity, straining but now forever trapped in his sheath, trapped in the cage, thanks to its enchantments even trapped short of orgasm! With nothing to look forward to but growing more and more pent up, and rich, and desperate to cum...

Master was still fondling him, making him moan in trapped desire, and Rynetha somehow only looked even more turned on by his plight. "Don't worry Brael," she purred, gently nuzzling into his sack. "You know I think your cage looks so handsome. Although I guess I wouldn't get a chance to see you without it..."

"You wouldn't get to see it anyway," Master said with a soft, possessive growl. "So what do you say?"

Brael whined, grinding his achingly tight cage against his paw and Rynetha's nose and quivering helplessly... But what dragon could ever turn down that much gold?