LIFE'S VOCATION
A dragon's unusual job in an unusual sideshow
LIFE'S VOCATION
Somewhere out there in the world there is a travelling sideshow. Definitely not an all-ages entertainment, this sideshow deals in flesh of a kinky sort, with individual enclosures set up to showcase different fetishistic performers of all genders, species and perversions. Some come to gawk or laugh of course, but most people who frequent the spectacle are there for the more carnal thrills it offers
One enclosure, a tent striped in light and dark blue and decorated inside with watery motifs, is dedicated to "The World's Tiniest Dragon". Far from a midget show, the enclosure has at its centre a single perspex tube, barely two feet in diameter and containing its subject: a grey-scaled dragon, with red wings and ears and spectacles perched on his snout. He's in a slick yellow PVC rainsuit and gleaming black wellies. His waterproof trousers are pulled down to his knees and bunched up around the tops of his boots, revealing not only that he's naked under the suit but where his performance name comes from
The World's Tiniest Dragon is of course hung like a flea and he knows it
The dragon stands politely in his enclosure with his arms folded behind his back, cheeks blushing like hot coals as his priapic little prick is offered up to the amusement of whoever passes through the enclosure. The perspex tube has a circular hole cut in front of his crotch with the legend "Tickle Tiny" painted around it. Any viewer who fancies it can fondle the dragon's little dick or give his cock and balls a slap or two for their amusement. His rainjacket has modified sleeves with additional straps and loops, turning it into a makeshift straitjacket that helps keep his arms behind his back and unable either to protect his sensitive flesh or give in and masturbate. Wanking might well cement his humiliation in the eyes of the crowd, but it's not a regularly repeatable performance and would mean a lot of dead time waiting for the dragon to stiffen up again. It's for the same reason that anyone deciding to Tickle Tiny is forbidden from making him cum. There used to be a £50 fine on this, then it went up to £100, and some still deliberately break it. Quietly the dragon likes thinking of himself as such an expensive prostitute
Like all the performers, the dragon has a Handler who takes care of what he himself cannot. In the dragon's case his Handler is a tall, virile ram who also dresses in raingear. The sideshow knows to make sure Handler and charge have the same interests to ensure a good working relationship. In the ram's case he prefers black raingear, thinking it suggestive of dominance. As far as the dragon is concerned the ram could wear a rainbow-striped mac and still dominate him. One of the effects of being so under-endowed is how much it reinforces the dragon's sense of submissiveness. Each morning the Handler yanks down his charge's pants, gives him a few strokes if he isn't stiff enough yet, then binds his arms and guides him into the tank, locking it shut behind him. The ram makes sure the dragon's tail is hitched up behind him as well - it's not strictly part of the performance, but if the crowd can see his penis they ought to be able to enjoy the sight of his plump arse whilst they're at it. The ram doesn't stay in the enclosure all the time, instead standing outside and acting as a carnival barker, but keeps watch via CCTV. No doubt if he did stay in there with him it would reduce the number of people who get overly brave playing with the dragon's dick, but then neither Handler nor charge really want the crowd to keep their hands to themselves after all
Each day in the tank follows roughly the same patterns. The dragon standing ready, obedient and quiet and listening to the muffled sideshow music and the bustle of the patrons coming from outside, feels the rush and spike of humiliation as people come and go through the enclosure. The struggle not to make eye contact as they giggle and judge his little dick, not to mention his peculiar outfit, always keeping his eyes resolutely downcast or staring up at the ceiling. Some of the males inevitably enjoy whipping out their own dicks to demonstrate that they're bigger than he is, or otherwise bragging about how the dragon could never satisfy a lover the way they can. The dragon is never too interested in that part - he knows they're bigger than him, he knows full well his little stub struggles to break four inches at its hardest, and he knows he'd be little use if called upon to fuck somebody. He also knows he has hands and mouth and arse that do very nicely at satisfying others sexually, and if nothing else his tiny prick can provide a mutual giggle whilst they're at it. Secretly he suspects these customers putting on a show of their own are saying more about their own insecurities than their desire to dominate him. One thing you have to say about the dragon is that to offer himself for humiliation like this, day after day, he must feel very secure in having a small penis
The first day in any new town brings its share of taunts, molestations and bruised balls, but the second and third days are always his favourites. After word gets around, the dragon knows he'll get audience members turning up in slick raingear of their own. Male or female, all different species, ages and body types, sometimes alone and sometimes as couples or trios, and the dragon thinks all of them are impossibly sexy. It feels good to bring them out of the woodwork, offering them the pleasure of a likeminded individual. It's something he knows can be hard to find, and although they mock the shortness of his dick as much as anyone, he's by far the most pleased to be humiliated by them. They take the most liberties with his prick as well, sometimes deliberately pumping his excited, desperate cock until he sprays his cum over slick black or yellow or green rubber raincoats. More than once the surprised dragon has found himself on the receiving end of an impromptu blowjob from some eager patron
Though the dragon's suit and wellies stay the same for each 'performance', his Handler takes a personal interest in experimenting with adding variety to his charge's appearance in the name of a more interesting show. At the simplest level the dragon might find himself locked in his tank with a bright yellow sou' wester on his head, or a jaunty peaked cap like a sailor. Other times he's obliged to pose for his audience with pretty rouged cheeks, pouting red lipstick and eyeshadow. Sometimes the Handler really outdoes himself, the shamefaced dragon standing and presenting his little stick of rock candystriped in red and white bodypaint, or with his mouth stuffed with a cherry-red ballgag and a thick buttplug firmly in place as he squirms inside his tank
Sometimes the Handler takes the dragon aside before a day's work and sticks a joint or two of good strong weed in his snout, which he has no choice but to smoke. The dragon never quite loses his nervousness about being high, especially on display, which only adds to his excitement and the show as he fights delirious giggles and struggles not to fuck his audience's wandering hands. Once or twice the Handler tried outfitting his charge with a heavy military gasmask. The dragon certainly enjoyed it, masks being to his taste, but ultimately the ram decided it hid his expression too much. The show isn't just the dragon's small winkle after all, his humiliation is key to a good performance. More to the Handler's taste is blindfolding his charge. He doesn't do it often as he likes the dragon to see the people leering and sneering over him, but there's always that thrill to the dragon in not knowing just who's mercy he's at. At these times he finds himself being molested far more shamelessly, the mystery hands and mouths gathering bravery from knowing the dragon can never identify them
For five minutes every hour, the dragon's enclosure is closed off whilst the Handler lets him out of his perspex prison. After all, he's only flesh and blood and scales under that rainsuit in the end. His rubber-soled boots may help keep him a little more comfortable stood up all day, but he needs to take a breather, resting on a stool, perhaps drinking some water or slowly, awkwardly managing to piss through that interminable erection
At lunch the dragon gets a full half-hour out of his tank. Never, either during the five-minute breaks or the lunch period, are his arms unfastened from his rainjacket-straitjacket. He knows they won't be and doesn't question it, after all they want to keep their prize specimen from giving in and playing with his dick don't they? If somebody asked him - not that they ever do - he'd laugh embarrassedly and tell them so, that he's much too much of a wanker to have his arms freed during working hours. So the Handler handles his charge whilst he pisses and feeds him whilst he's perched on his stool
Sometimes when the lunchbreak rolls around, the dragon sees the Handler hasn't bothered to bring out the stool. That's when he knows he'll be having lunch on his knees. The dragon doesn't question this or put up any protest. Maybe once or twice a long time ago and early in his career he may have said something, but it was a long time ago. Now he nods and settles down into position whilst the Handler smiles and unbuttons his tented black raintrousers. He has needs too, and the dragon understands and provides
He lets the ram wipe his thick rod over his scaly snout, adding to the dragon's debasement and humiliation. The Handler's dick is like a police baton compared to his charge's overexcited little nub now dribbling precum onto the ram's gleaming boots. The dragon kisses the prick on offer to him, licks it eagerly and thanks his Handler for everything - for letting him be part of the sideshow, for letting a little wimp like him suck his manly dick. The ram, if he says anything, usually tells the dragon to shut up and start sucking, and his charge obeys
The dragon whimpers, eyes streaming as the ram fucks his mouth, casually gagging him if he feels like it. The dragon has no say in it, no safewords to stop the ram doing whatever he feels like. He suspects his Handler might go just as far as he pleases if he weren't a star attraction, and the thought only makes his little cock harder, sucking more hungrily until finally with a furious bleat the ram begins pumping his mouth full of his hot spunk, forcing every drop down his charge's throat. Once or twice the shamefaced dragon has burst all over his Handler's boots from sheer excitement. The ritual then is always the same - the dragon licks the wellingtons clean, and gets a boot to his balls in turn by way of discipline. Harsh but fair. He always thanks his Handler afterwards, whether he just got a mouthful of cum or a pair of bruised nuts for his troubles, and the ram helps him back up and into his container
Sometimes the dragon wishes his Handler would give him a facial, but the ram never does. He doesn't want his charge looking *too* dishevelled for the afternoon showings
As the sideshow winds down for the evening the dragon, by now feeling like his knees are jelly, is let back out of his tank and his arms are unbound. Still, his working day isn't over. It isn't advertised, but it's tacitly understood between the sideshow and the right patrons that for considerable sums of money they can have much more private and interactive "viewings" of many of the performers. The dragon only ever gets one per evening. He kneels and waits as the Handler leads in his customer, often someone he recognises from the raincoated visitors of the day gone by. the Handler loves to boast about his charge's oral talents, especially if he's had his share of them during the lunch break. The dragon simply bows his head humbly, waiting with baited breath until his customer steps up to him
There was a time when the dragon might have felt awkward about the expectation on him to work as a prostitute, but that was a long time ago, when he didn't realise how much enjoyment he got from being bought and sold as a whore. Now he's eager to start serving his fellow raingear lover with his mouth, lapping hungrily at welcome pussy or sucking cocks ranging from bigger than the Handler's to smaller than his own. He never thinks any less of any of them from their bodies, nor does he mind whether they choose to treat him nicely or enjoy heaping further verbal taunts on him as he sucks. The eloquent and elegant porcine couple, eating her pussy whilst her husband excitedly watched and masturbated and they shared jokes about allowing the dragon to see if he could please her with that cock. Or the nervous but enthusiastic vole chattering animatedly about how it was his first queer experience and what a dirty buzz it was to be paying for it. He loves pleasuring them all
As he's working with his mouth, the dragon is finally allowed to play with himself. This is what the day's stimulation gets saved up for, the dragon jerking himself cautiously, like a science experiment, trying to ensure he ends up cumming over his customer's rubber boots as they're cumming in his mouth. And for his final trick, he cleans up his mess just as he would for the Handler, licking his spunk back up from clean and muddy boots alike, getting them spotless and kissing them politely. Some of his customers prefer it if the dragon pisses over their boots, and some prefer to piss in his mouth. They always get their way
With the customer satisfied and the dragon spent, he climbs slowly to his knees and thanks them for their patronage, always elated to have been dominated by some new Master or Mistress for a short while, always overjoyed to provide some fetishistic pleasure to these strangers who share his tastes. Then with that the customers take their leave, and the Handler tucks his charge's share of the day's profits into his jacket pocket. Then the dragon might be left to do what he likes for the night, or he might find the ram wrapping his muscular arms around him as he's making to go, feeling those bulging waterproof trousers up under his tail. And then the dragon will grin and brace himself against his perspex tank as the ram grips his sides, the dragon's smile turning to a submissive whimpering as that thick ovine dick begins to spread him open. His Handler has needs too after all, and so does he