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The wrong side of tracks did not exist until a couple months ago when the first steam powered train had started operating, but James had no doubt that the wooden temple had already belonged there long before that. It was a weathered three story building that leaned precariously against its neighbor--some sort of combined warehouse and a gambling den-and creaked worrisomely whenever the wind blew or someone sighed too loudly. This late in the night the only passerby were either intoxicated or ashamed to be seen, so Aleaster had been able to slip out of James's carriage and onto the streets without anyone paying attention to the large, reptilian predator. The inside of the temple was painted with faded reds and golds, and featured exotic looking scenery, of demons and goddesses and yes, dragons too, long sinuous creatures not unlike the one sitting next to James. Faint wisps of incense lingered in the air, smelling of far away fragrances and half-forgotten dreams. The wooden floor was varnished black and polished to a mirror sheen, on which the lights of hundreds of tiny paper lanterns danced almost brightly enough to drive away the darkness lurking in the corners of the windowless hall they were waiting in. James adjusted his position on a cushion that had been brought to him. The silk pillow was the only piece of furniture in the room, and sitting on his knees made his legs feel wooden.

They had been ushered in by a group shady looking frogs--grippli in their own guttural language--who had been seemingly unfazed by the presence of Aleaster. The dragon had brought them here because he wanted an audience with an old friend of his, which left James puzzled with questions that Aleaster would let go unanswered. The dragon had slumbered for centuries, so who he could possibly know in this modern world? Nevertheless, he had strode in confidently as if he was making just an everyday social call and was now poised gracefully next to James, like one of the temple ornaments come alive, a pool of serenity very unlike his usual temperamental self.

In their short time together James had learned that the dragon enjoyed keeping him guessing. His presence and mannerisms were admittedly thrilling, but sometimes James found himself reminiscing his old, uneventful life with fondness. He sighed, eliciting a croaking noise, and gazed around the interior of the temple to distract himself from his aching knees. He was intrigued by the ancient-looking wood cuts and tapestries. He had studied the grippli cultures, and could vaguely recognize a few of the figures in the friezes and paintings that the temple's half-light seemed to make dance with life. He fidgeted a bit, his back complaining softly at the strange posture his seating position had forced him into, and looked over to Aleaster.

"Very formal people, aren't they?", the dragon whispered. "The Old Croaker has been worshiped as their god for generations--ha!--that's a good trick, and we simply can't be allowed to gaze into his countenance directly. The snooty bastard!" Aleaster smiled like a belligerent child having shouted a rude word.

"Croaker? God?"

James kept his voice hushed as well, even after the dragon had broken the solemn silence of the temple. He cast his mind back to the grippli legends--or at least, the translations that had been provided to him for study.

"You don't mean...?" He let the words linger in the incense-scented air.

James supposed he should not be surprised, after having found an ancient dragon still living in the ruins of a long-gone civilization. However, if they were going to meet who he thought it was, then James could be able to gain insight into the grippli civilization that none of his colleagues had ever gained before! He fidgeted again, but this time not just from his legs going to sleep but from growing excitement of academic interest.

“Oh he's not divine, he's just an old bloated toad who co-opted the frog-folk creation myths a couple centuries ago and has been hiding in one hole or other ever since. The Bog-Lord of Mysteries, my ass!" Aleaster's irreverent tone was in complete contrast with his beatific expression as he whispered to James from the corner of his mouth. “Just goes to show how far some people go to feel important."

“So… you're not friends then?" James felt suddenly nervous being trapped in the middle of the wide open hall.

“Nah, we get along fabulously. Us relics have to stick together, see, and when I learned that he had settled in here I just had to make a visit. For the old time's sake, and more."

Before James could inquire more their wait was cut short by the appearance of a servant, a lithe grippli that was about a head shorter than James and dressed in a black outfit of loose knee high pants and a simple sleeveless tunic. His--or hers, impossible to tell--coloration was mostly dark green, with vivid red stripes running along head and neck and disappearing under his collar, combined with pale yellowish throat and belly. Same green with red markings appeared on the grippli's thin arms. His webbed feet made slight padding noises against the hardwood floor as he walked silently towards the pair and stopped in front of James. He extended his arm and it out in front of James's face, showing an open palm to him. Aleaster shifted his position and rested his head on his paws, smiling innocently.

"Oh good, it's a hospitality frog! Ol' Croaky is opening negotiations and offering us refreshments. Give it a kiss, will ya? It would be very rude to turn down his offer of friendship!"

"Of course..." James looked from the dragon to the frog's blank gaze, and then back to the proffered hand.

He was ashamed to admit that while he had studied the culture, the history and legends of the grippli had intrigued him far more than their ceremonial customs. He paused for a moment, unsure of what actions would be acceptable and what would be offensive. The dragon had told him to give it a kiss, so perhaps he should kiss the back of the frog's hand? He took it gently in his own while watching the frog's face for any indication of approval or disapproval. However, the grippli's expression remained frustratingly unreadable. Stopping now would feel silly, so James proceeded to lift the hand and pressed his lips against the cool, smooth flesh.

The frog's skin was impossibly smooth and had a feel of wetness to it, like fresh gelatin but considerably firmer. It had a distinct lack of taste, devoid of even the saltiness of sweat, but shortly after brushing his lips against the creature James could feel a burn in his mouth, as if he had eaten something spicy. The burn passed quickly yet his heart beat faster and he felt hotter, and a red heat rose to his cheeks.

"Did you know that grippli share a distant ancestor with poison dart frogs?" The dragon's voice betrayed the fact that he was enjoying some private joke he was not willing to share, not yet at least. "Their skin has a toxin on it, one with… remarkable effects."

As he spoke the grippli undid his tunic calmly and set it aside. His chest was narrow and completely smooth, having no nipples or navel but only a continuous expanse of that creamy off-white skin glistening in the dim light. He knelt in front of James, presenting himself to the human holding his arms open wide.

"Go on", the dragon egged, "sharing of taste is an ancient and respected custom among these people. You do not want to embarrass me now, do you?" Aleaster was chuckling and twirled his long whisker around his claw as he spoke.

James breathed faster, his mind clouding and his pants growing tighter as that strange heat worked its way down his body. He looked over the frog's bared upper body, his form both alien and strangely alluring at the same time. He realized that the dragon had to be tricking him somehow, but his thoughts seemed to slip through his fingers like sand every time he tried to hold on to them firmly. James looked into the frog's wide, unblinking eyes, and saw himself reflected in their patient gaze. He nodded, still flushing and unsure of himself, and leaned forward to press a kiss against the center of the frog's breast, right above his sternum. There was no smell of sweat or bodily odor upon the frog, yet James could recognize the faintly familiar lack of scent from earlier. HIs vision lurched, and he let out a soft moan as he breathed in the grippli's chilly aroma.

The grippli stayed impassive like a marble statue, not reacting to James's attentions at all. His skin felt cold as stone under James's lips, but the strange, chemical warmth crept up from him nevertheless. James tugged at the collar of shirt, suddenly sweating like having eaten a handful of chilies, red and flustered with heat. His head swam like in the initial stages of inebriation as his racing heart sent the toxin coursing through his bloodstream. He felt aroused, against his reason, his member starting to throb from the alien presence in his body. He could feel dampness against the front of his trousers, his member producing precum just as profusely as his mouth saliva. The grippli closed his arms with practiced serenity, brushing James's ears with its long, thin fingers, then tugged at his cravat and started unbuttoning his shirt.

The dragon enjoyed the show. "Ahah, he wants to take a closer look at you!"

Before his meeting with the dragon, James would have protested all of this, would have moved away from the frog, ran from the temple, returned to the civilized side of town and its propriety. However, Aleaster's advances and encouragement had opened James to the sensations that he--and other males, it seemed--could arouse within the human's body. James sighed softly, pressing another kiss on the grippli's oil-slick chest, and then straightened up to let his shirt be unbuttoned. The human tried to stay as still as the frog, but could not stop himself from trembling as his clothing was slowly pulled open to expose his own chest. James recalled through the fog rumors of a potent new drug that had recently come into fashion, a mysterious concoction produced by the secretive grippli and enjoyed by the noble sons and daughters of the Empire. It induced euphoria--and, some said, more salacious effects--and it was dawning on James that he was witnessing a first hand account of its origins.

The silent creature parted his lips and extended out his fleshy, sticky tongue. It made a smacking sound against James's chest as it shot out and stuck to him like taffy. The grippli moved his head back and the stretchy tongue followed, pulling the tiny hairs on James's chest as it came off ever so slowly. It left a stinging welt on James's skin, like being slapped with an open palm, but in his current state the burning sensation stimulated him with its fresh, exhilarating tingling. The grippli lashed out at him again, his tongue moving with the grace of a ballerina, leaving the marks of its attention in an intricate pattern on his chest and sides.

"Oh, there's mine now", Aleaster noted as a second grippli entered the room, resembling very much the first one. The dragon rolled on its back and rested his head upside down next to James's thigh. "You know, they make suppositories because it's a good way to deliver drugs into bloodstream." He raised his head slightly to glance at the new frog undressing by his side. "The only way for me to get high, really. My liver is so potent that it would detox anything I ate before I'd even get buzzed."

James hissed and groaned with every burning, tingling touch, the bulge in his pants throbbing and beginning to soak through, and found it hard to form a coherent reply. He looked down at the dragon, hot flashes of pleasure shattering the beginnings of sentences before they could coalesce from the gyre of his thoughts. His unfocused eyes wandered from the frog attending to him, to the now nude one approaching Aleaster. The newcomer's hips were slender and he had nothing between his legs but a thin, slightly dimpled slit, yet James had a feeling that this one, too, was a male. He reached out to the lounging dragon only faintly aware of what he was doing as he stroked along Aleaster's long neck.

Aleaster purred, both from James's and the silent servant's attentions. The first grippli had stopped teasing James's skin to get out of his pants, and presented his bare body to the man's approval. He had shapely legs, long and slender, and narrow, boyish hips. Between them was nothing but the slit, a shallow groove disappearing into the frog's body. He brought it right in front of James's head, and with his long, elegant fingers he drew its lips slightly apart to reveal the pink flesh inside.

The second grippli had already sat between Aleaster's hind legs and was rubbing his slit against the dragon's. Aleaster shuddered and sighed, and spread his legs wider.

"Ooh yeah, that hits the spot", he rumbled with his eyes half closed and pupils dilated.

James could finally smell something of the frog, a fresh, tangy scent rolling out of his stretched slit. James's gaze slowly moved from the pink, muscular folds of the opening up to the grippli's face, and his reflection looked back from the creature's unblinking eyes, small and confused. He swallowed and nodded, then followed that scent as he leaned forward to rub his nose against the moist lips of the frog's slit. The human's breath trembled as he inhaled deeply the heady mixture of male sex, scent of cucumber and kelp fronds, and a faint whiff of fresh urine. As his tongue darted out to taste the grippli, the tightness of his pants finally became too much to bear. Flushed and hot as if he had eaten a spicy meal James reached down to undo his belt and pants, then pull them open to free the pre-soaked bulge in his underwear.

James paused to draw breath, panting and aroused beyond belief, and rested his forehead against the grippli's cool belly. His attendant caressed his head with touches of tender fingertips, then hunched over the man to lick his neck and back along his spine. It sent shivers through James's entire body, and his exposed cock throbbed and drooled precum hard as ever.

His eyes wandered over at the dragon and the grippli attendant of his own, drawn to the dragon's and frog's groins as they rubbed and ground together in continuous, sensual motion. His fingers reached out to work the scales of Aleaster's neck idly and without thought behind the gesture. He moved his hand upward, his fingers scratching and petting over the hollow of the dragon's throat and underneath his chin.

"James, get down here and kiss me. Let your frog take you on a trip with me", Aleaster cooed.

The dragon's speech was slightly slurred, his eyes half closed, his expression vacant yet satisfied. Blurriness was already creeping to James's field of vision, giving the lanterns a halo around them, making the sounds and smells of the room feel stronger, more vibrant now, the colors turning into tastes at the roof of his mouth.

"O-okay..."

James swayed drunkenly as he shifted onto his hands and knees, unconcerned as his pants slid down his thighs. He crawled over to Aleaster and looked down into the dragon's eyes, reaching out to pet his scaly snout.

"Hi," he said, a silly smile spreading over his face as his vacant gaze met Aleaster's. The warmth and pleasure heightened as he felt his underwear being slipped down along his hips, and he could not help letting out a soft chuckle as he felt slender fingers knead the firm flesh of his ass. "Nng... tickles..."

He held the dragon's gaze for a moment, and then his eyes closed shut as he pressed his soft lips against the dragon's hard, cool, scaly ones. Aleaster's tongue slipped into James's mouth just as the grippli's tongue slipped into his exposed ass. The insertions felt sharp, sudden, making James clench before slowly starting to relax. Being penetrated was a new sensation to him, making him feel uneasy yet eager to see what would happen. The frog's organ felt cold inside his mammalian body, but soon started picking up heat as it slide slowly, sensuously back and forth. Painful at first, it did not take long for James to loosen up and allow the grippli deeper in, the tip of his muscular tongue brushing against an electrifying spot deep inside his bowels.

James started panting and sweating as the drug worked its way through his brain, flooding his limbic system and filling it with pleasure. It felt harder and harder to focus as he swam on the waves of atavistic reptilian bliss, bubbling up along his brain stem from the murky depths of his ancestral, primal urges. The dragon's snout became his pier where he could cling to, a stony slab to anchor himself in the middle of a stormy sea of sensation. Everything started to glow, the colors throbbing with wild tastes inside his mouth, pink becoming jasmine, blue orange, and so on, and so on…He could feel the dragon rumbling as he grunted in the drug induced stupor of his own, mumbling pleasant nonsense in the throes of warm sensations.

James collapsed on his back on the floor and the grippli followed suit, sitting on top of him and pressing his slit against the human's face. He was being smothered by the frog's slick boy pussy, but he was beyond caring at this point. Tangy sex juices flowed freely from that gash and he burrowed deep into it, licking and slurping, feeling up the firm, pink folds with his tongue. The grippli kept probing James's ass and started stroking his cock with his poison coated fingers, making it veiny and almost painfully erect as it throbbed from the toxic attention. Suddenly the frog's sex clenched and a gush of wetness spilled into James's mouth, tasting of watery cum. He spluttered as he tried to swallow as much as he could, but the frog did not relent and kept teasing his body inside and out. Half choking and delirious from pleasure the man climaxed, shot his warm mammalian seed onto his belly and the grippli in several long spurts, where it dribbled down along the frog's glistening face and chest in gooey strands. His cock did not show any sign of receding, however, but stayed hard, and his cum-coated tormentor was already stroking him into another orgasm, the grippli's expression staying as impassive and unreadable as ever. James's head swam and he started to lose consciousness as the throes of his second, and third climax wracked his overstimulated body...

When James woke up it was morning already.

The sunlight filtered lazily through the narrow slits the temple had for its windows. James found himself lounging against the scaled beast, who purred happily.

"Wake up sleepyhead! Look, I have a gift for you!"

Aleaster dangled something bright and tiny in its claw, then dropped it into James's hands--a tiny silver key. James' head still throbbed with the aftereffects of the drug, and his thoughts came slowly and sluggishly. He gazed down at the key in his hands for a long moment, uncomprehending, and then looked to the dragon. He swallowed to moisten his throat, and licked at his dry lips.

"Aleaster, what is this?"

Memories of the day before came drifting back, and James tried not to think too hard about the debauchery the dragon had subjected him to. He could still feel a faint soreness in his ass, and tingling on his chest and back.

The dragon laid on his side, with James using his flank as his pillow, and rested his head against his paw, and without saying anything motioned the man to turn his towards the dragon's crotch. Bleary-eyed James was surprised to see the dragon's sex protruding from its slit. The chastity device was still in place, but now a thin silver tube protruded from its tip. At its end was a small plug that was held in place with a tiny lock.

"The Silver Pipe", the dragon breathed in fascination, as if the word should mean anything to James. "Getting it installed smarts quite a bit, so I thought it would be better to be drugged and out of it. Look!" the dragon shook his hips, dangling the strange device in front of James. "It's a metal straw that goes straight into my bladder, and is stuck fast there. That means I can't control when and where I go..." His eyes lit up as he spoke "Now it's plugged, so if you're not around--or happen to feel particularly cruel--I'm stuck holding it in even if I'm bursting. Or, even if we're in the middle of a street and you decide that I should go right there and then, there's nothing I can do to keep it in… I'm trusting you with the only key, so take good care of it!" The dragon grinned, as if he had been delivered his birthday presents in advance.

James blinked slowly, looking from the key, to the dragon's caged member, to Aleaster's face. "Thank you for entrusting me with this", he said smiling softly.

He felt a soft warmth at being allowed to share something this intimate with the dragon, though he was still worried and wary of the implications of letting go of his propriety around him. At the same time, a darker thrill ran up and down James' spine. Like the moment they shared in the bathhouse. It felt strangely good to be given some measure of control over the haughty, powerful beast.

Then James caught himself and cleared his throat, pushing those depraved thoughts away, and reached shyly out to stroke the dragon's flank. "Is this what we have come for, then?"

"It's what I came for, you were along just for the ride." The dragon beamed innocently.

“What about the, uh, frog god? We didn't get to see him."

Aleaster snorted. “What for would I want to see some dried up frog? I came here for my property that I had left for safekeeping, the Ol' Croaker got to see a good show, and neither of us was killed while we were in helpless state." He rubbed his head against James's palm affectionately. “I have to say that you looked absolutely endearing when you moaned and rutted on the floor, my dear."

James blushed, but suddenly froze. “Wait, what, what you said about killing?"

“Oh you know how it goes", Aleaster rolled his eyes, “over the years we have had our disagreements and wars and whatnot, and I just had to see if he was still too afraid to act against me."

Seeing James's aghast face he smiled and batted him playfully, which was enough to send the man sprawling on the floor.

"Relax, everything went fine! I got my property back and we got a fun new game to play." He glanced towards his crotch. “Mm, speaking of which… before you woke up I let the nice frog people use me as their toilet, I'm pretty packed up already..." He stared straight into James as he spoke, wanting to see how shocked he would be, giddy to revel in such a demeaning act.

"Their... toilet...?"

James flushed, instinctively trying not to think about what the dragon meant. Such dirty, disgusting implications! And yet, James couldn't deny that the darker part of him was intrigued. He cleared his throat, and sitting up he reached out to stroke the dragon's stomach.

"What exactly do you mean by that...?"

He stared back at Aleaster, strangely interested in hearing every detail of the dragon's further debauchery. Just a moment ago he had shocked James with his tale of putting them into danger, and whether it was true or just made up to taunt him, James felt a desire to punish the outrageous dragon--and the beast had put the tools willingly into his hands!

"Welll..." The dragon stretched out his words, clearly enjoying James's uncertainty. "The same way something comes out, you can put something in too." He rolled around like a pet dog under James's touch. "Besides, frog piss has trace amounts of their toxin in it, so it gives me a nice warm glow for hours."

"So you allowed them to... evacuate themselves into you? That's... disgusting." James continued stroking Aleaster's belly, his hand placing a bit more pressure onto it. As the darker part of himself rose up, his words began to grow harsher, a faint teasing tone underneath. "I cannot believe one such as you would allow yourself to be demeaned so. Unless... you enjoy such filthy acts..."

The dragon laughed, a hearty giggle rising from the bottom of his stomach. "Does that bother you, little manling? I have tastes shaped out by centuries of debauchery."

He suddenly hopped on his feet, circling around the man like a bloodhound sniffing out his prey. "Am I a disappointment to you?", he questioned James teasingly, "the noble dragon of legends a filthy degenerate?" He poked James with his snout, quick pecks from a half ton raptor. "Tell me, what are you then, hmm? A sodomite, you said..."

The dragon barked again, his private joke clearly having reached a punchline. "Move. We have a lot of work to do."

"Alright, alright..." The human rose to his feet, feeling a strange new confidence within him as he looked down to the dragon. He twirled the key around on his fingers for a moment, and then held it tight in his fist. "Where are my clothes?" The dragon's words still stung a bit, but they also thrilled that darker part of him that seemed to rouse more easily now. "And as for your tastes, they simply make me wonder what other filthy acts a degenerate beast like you might enjoy." He turned around, as if Aleaster had not said anything, and began searching the room for his discarded clothes.

The dragon lifted his eyebrows. "Well… public humiliation would be one. Yours, specifically." Aleaster laughed as he strutted out of the door, swaying his butt like a model on a catwalk, with nary a thought for the fate of James's disappeared clothing.

(TO BE CONTINUED…)