Marble Garden
A brief fragment in which Sedric is abused by a sparrow who shares his raingear fetish, for the benefit of a shadowy crowd
MARBLE GARDEN
(2010/05/25-15:55)
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The sparrow stood over the dragon kneeling in front of him, his albino feathers and Sedric's grey scales contrasting the slick black rainsuits and rubber boots both had on. The stern-faced sparrow wore sinister mirrored goggles, mainly to protect his eyes from the harsh white spotlight they were stood under. It made a contrast to the dragon's own spectacles, which by comparison only served to heighten the sense of his being dominated by the sparrow whose right hand was holding a chain leash connected to the dragon's collar whilst his left was idly stroking his own thigh with a riding crop. Right at that moment the crop didn't need to be used as the dragon was thirstily and subserviently drinking his raingeared Master's bitter stream of piss
In other circumstances the sparrow was a brilliant raconteur and conversationalist and a talented singer to boot, but he never spoke to the dragon. Instead he patiently trained him with whip, riding crop and bare hands to read what his Master expected him to do in the slightest gesture. Sedric would've been hard-pressed to keep track of every slap to the face or the balls, every lash across his arse or every time his hand had been lashed like a disobedient schoolboy, but all of them were delivered without a word. The lack of speech helped keep the dragon humbled and thus keen to serve: nobody talks to objects after all, unless they are quite mad
The sparrow finished pissing, smiling coldly down as the humiliated dragon toilet looked up in expectation. The sparrow pointed down at his own boots, and Sedric nodded and lowered his head to them. Around him he could hear the faint murmurings of a crowd, though even if they weren't shrouded in darkness he wouldn't have been allowed to look at them. He knew his Master had personally invited them all, but he was denied any hope of knowing just who was in the room watching him being abused as he began licking the sparrow's boot. The thought only excited him more
Master's boots were dirty, the taste of earth unpleasant on Sedric's tongue, but he knew better than to question it or to halt in his work. He'd licked mud, spunk, piss and more off those boots or others like them many times before, learning the hard way that failing to lick it fully clean and swallow would only see his cock viciously trampled under the tread of Sir's boots. Part of him was tempted to fail for exactly that reason, but the slave in him won out as he shakily licked up more and more dirt, swallowing it all. What he really wanted to do was start masturbating, fantasising about climaxing all over the sparrow's wellies, but if anything that would be even worse. It was the sparrow's favourite game, letting his toy get carried away and end up jerking himself off, only to punish him more viciously once the dragon's orgasmic haze had faded
He kept his composure though, rigorously cleaning the sparrow's boots and being rewarded with a sharp tug on the leash to bring him back up on his knees. He found his snout bumping against the sparrow's fat cock, his Master idly teasing him by rubbing it over his nose and making the dragon whimper. "M-may I Sir?" he managed to squeak, getting a ripple of amusement from the crowd in the darkness. The sparrow remained silent, but he planted one hand on the back of the dragon's head and thrust his cock forward, Sedric hungrily opening wide to receive his prize
The dragon moaned blissfully as he was snout-fucked by the sparrow, the salty taste of his meat filling his mouth and his world. This was his idea of paradise, Master fucking him roughly, using him for his pleasure, listening to the sounds in the darkness suggesting that whoever his audience was, they were definitely enjoying watching his debasement. And he was certainly thoroughly debased. He let his hands wander down, finding his cock so he could massage himself as he pleased his Master, hungry for the sparrow's seed. He didn't have too long to wait as he tasted the first jets of Master's precum on his tongue and the sparrow fucking him more aggressively. Finally he felt the burst of his Master's orgasm, snout filling with hot sparrow spunk even as he himself lost it, emptying himself onto Sir's gleaming black boots
The audience practically cheered as he came. The dragon was sure they were more excited that he was going to be punished than pleased that he'd gotten to have an orgasm. Suddenly ashamed, he glanced up first at his stern-faced Master, then at the riding crop the sparrow was already swinging threateningly, then without another instruction he got back down to lick his cum up from the shiny boots. He knew his Master and he knew he'd never give him just a simple lashing in front of an audience, who knew what he'd do to him? He could already feel his dick hardening up again. He couldn't wait to find out