Refined Tastes
REFINED TASTES
The study was impressive, that was for sure. It sat at the heart of an equally impressive house, comfortable and cosily sized with walls lined with books. Only the choice of a hard black marble floor seemed odd for a study, though it wasn't without its reasons. It was here that the house's owner did his thinking and where he was currently engaged
The dragon was presently settled in an antique leather armchair, leafing through the pages of one of his books disinterestedly as Enrico Caruso's voice crackled from the well-worn vinyl on his stereo. His warm red scales contrasted the slick black suit he had on. It was the kind of glossy, heavy rubber suit that used to be made for ship-workers in heavy weather conditions, though the dragon had no such practical reasons for his outfit, or for the smart black wellies with their industrial-looking mouldings that he had his trousers tucked into. He shifted in his chair, enjoying the feeling of the material on his otherwise bare scales, and especially on the erect cock straining at the suit right now. He sighed and played with himself a little, setting the book to one side to pick up a pipe from the table beside him. A brief diversion in order to fill and light it, and soon he was toying with his hard cock once again whilst puffing idly on the smoking implement. What he needed right now was more carnal than cerebral, and masturbation wasn't for it. Self-pleasure was something he liked to draw out in long, teasing games of solitary thought. "Entertainment is in order I think," he muttered aloud, pressing a button set into the table without otherwise diverting his attention from his activities. The dragon grinned as he exhaled the rich smoke and licked his snout, feeling a certain rumbling down below that assured him it would be a good night's entertainment
In less than a minute the dragon was no longer alone, the sound of rubber soles making a soft echo against the hard stone floor. "Master?" a voice said as its owner approached the armchair. A male fox, probably only twenty and wearing a gleaming white rainsuit and wellies in stark contrast to the dragon's own, more like a sight from a science-fiction movie than the hardy seafaring man the dragon resembled. The only break in the snow white gloss was a stylised drawing of a man printed on the left breast of his suit, an unmistakable symbol. The imposing dragon gestured for him to come stand before him, whereupon he planted a hand on the prominent erection in the fox's trousers. "Good foxy," he smiled, "good and stiff already." The fox shivered and nodded. "Yes Dragon Master," he said, looking up slightly with the pleasure. The fox was a recent acquisition for the dragon, having found him advertising himself to potential Masters in an underground magazine. They'd soon worked out a contract, and the fox had taken up residency in the servant's quarters of the dragon's house a little over a month ago. Already he was breaking in nicely, embracing his roles both as sexual toy and as house servant and adapting quickly to the Master Dragon's erotic tastes. An electric tag attached to the collar around his neck alerted him when the Master wanted him and where he was to be found within the house. It was an expensive toy, but then he was a wealthy dragon
"We ate well this evening didn't we?" the dragon asked the fox, "a nice, rich dinner for both of us." The fox nodded again. His Master always had his slave dine with him - he saw himself as an inherently civilised dominant, and in any case he had good reason to ensure the fox ate properly. He licked his scaly snout as he moved his hand to the fox's belly. "It's been a few hours now, foxy. It must be churning away inside here mustn't it?" Again the fox nodded, a slight tremble indicating that he knew what was to come
"May I let it out, Dragon Master?"
The dragon smiled wickedly at him, relighting his neglected pipe and puffing on it a few times as he very slowly teased the waistband of the fox's trousers down, letting his cock spring free as he hitched it underneath his pristine white-furred balls. "Do you wish to go to the bathroom to do it?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, getting a shake of the fox's head
"No sir, I'd like to do it here"
The dragon grinned and nodded, puffing again and massaging the vulpine prick lightly. "Then do it foxy, and don't forget to describe it for me"
"Yes sir," the fox replied with a grunt. His face looked strained, eyes closed, and in a moment he spoke again. "Oh, I can feel it Scat Master, it's pushing me open and... it's soft but firm, sir, not sloppy at all." The dragon licked his snout, still groping the fox as a few squirts of piss came out of the vulpine's meat and ran down the shiny rubber on his arm
"Good foxy," he said as the fox's stream of piss grew stronger, splashing his Master's chest to the dragon's pleasure. "You should have a good load to share, just like your Master does." As he spoke his voice strained a little, as he began to push his own waste out into his suit. Like his fox he found it was just the right consistency, smiling to himself as its warm bulk was mashed around his anus, buttocks and tailbase, beginning to reach his balls. He felt himself begin to piss as well, the warm fluid trickling down his legs into his boots, and he felt a little disappointment to think that the boots weren't as full of shit as his trousers were. He'd loved dressing in raingear for as long as he could remember, but discovering the thrill of scat, and the way the waterproof suit held his waste around him, was a whole level of pleasure to itself. It had been a long time since he'd last emptied his bowels anywhere other than into the welcoming black rubber - unless of course he happened to have a mouth, chest or hands that wished to receive instead - and had denied the fox toy any other release since he'd stepped into the house. He reacted with humiliation of course, but did as his Dragon Master had commanded all the same. Now he usually held it in until his Master called on him, but the dragon loved it best when the fox shit into his pants in private, since it showed commitment and indeed real enjoyment. The fox was forbidden from masturbating without a load in his trousers and preferably in whichever paw he happened to be wanking with as well
In the here and now, the dragon's foxy plaything was grunting his last. "That's as much as I have, sir," he gasped
The dragon just smirked, rising from his chair and listening to the squelch of his piss-filled wellies. He drew the fox against him, feeling the exposed foxcock press against his own hidden one. He slipped a hand into the back of his trousers, feeling the warm filth and noticing how the smell hit his nostrils so much more powerfully. The fox shuddered as a digit was pressed into his hole, easy enough with its generous lubrication. The dragon pushed in as deep as he could, feeling a little more solid matter. "Push," he commanded, the fox doing as he was told, and in a moment another, final chunk of shit evacuated his body to add to the mush that the dragon now lifted out in a large handful. "There is always a little more," he said slyly before wiping the green-brown mass down his trembling slave's slick white chest and stopping just shy of his cock. "You are so clean," he said, gingerly cupping the foxmeat with his non-filthy hand
"I don't want to be, Sir," the fox replied, "please... may I be messy, Sir?"
The dragon nodded, slowly but powefully, and brought his shit-filled hand to the fox's muzzle. His slave shuddered, tilting his head back in pleasure and just a little reflexive disgust as the dragon began to massage the shit into his muzzle fur. "Such a filthy little shit fox," he said as he worked the waste in deep
"Oh yes Scat Dragon Master, I'm your shit toy," he sighed, not protesting as the dragon gently pried his mouth open and brought the last lump of shit still in his hand to it. The fox opened his eyes to look at it, clearly nervous but submissively bringing his muzzle to the hand. With no further protest he ate the lump of shit from the dragon's hand, swallowing with a little protest from his belly but licking the hand clean all the same. "Thank you sir," he said meekly, "but..." he looked down, making the dragon smirk. "Of course, you're still far from messy enough little foxy. Turn." Without any argument the fox did so, the dragon clenching his pipe in his teeth and lighting it once more before turning his attention to his own efforts
Unlike the fox, who the dragon had been conditioning intensely, he himself had years of experience with shitplay. There was no sense of disgust as he reached into his own waterproof trousers, at once freeing his still-wet cock and scooping up his excrement with the other hand. The first load of shit he reserved for himself, sighing with pleasure as he smeared it over his prick. Then he wrapped his arm around the fox, pressing the hard dragon dick against the white PVC, spreading the imprint of his cock against the fox's arse and a little against his tail as he finally grabbed the vulpine prick with his shit-smeared hand, turning it as slimy as his own
The air in the room was thick with the mixed scents of shit and pipe smoke now as the dragon leaned over the fox's shoulder, exhaling smoke over him and admiring his work. "Good foxy," he cooed, feeling his toy shiver from the mixture of physical sensation, instinctive revulsion and excitement at his Master's pleasure. The dragon was far from done of course, scooping more of his own shit out and finishing the job of plastering the fox's rainjacket. "Good little shit fox," he continued
"Thank you Master," the fox panted as his balls were massaged, the fur as clumped and filthy now as that on his face. The dragon hummed in approval, pressing his sex harder against the fox in return
"Face me again," the dragon finally said, stepping back and reapplying a coating of shit to his cock and balls. The fox whimpered involuntarily, knowing what Sir expected of him but waiting for his instructions. The dragon did not disappoint. "On your knees, fox, lick me clean. Show me how hungry you are to suck my cock"
The fox didn't protest, sinking obediently and resting his hands on his Master's thighs as he buried his muzzle in the dragon's sex. The dragon hummed with pleasure as he felt the fox's tongue begin lapping at his balls. The vulpine was still learning to properly handle eating their dinner twice, but he was making excellent progress. Another draw on the pipe, his free hand drawing fingertips through the matted fur on top of his plaything's head as he felt his tongue move achingly slowly along the length of his prick. "Good foxy," he murmured, "eat your meal for me"
By now the vulpine was fighting watering eyes as his tolerance for shit was pushed. But pleasing his Master meant more to him, kept him working as his tongue swirled around the head of the dragon's cock, doing his best to lap away the dragon's filth, delving his tongue as far as he could into his Master's piss-hole to better clean it
The dragon now moaned, a low and resonant sound as he exhaled smoke from mouth and nostrils. The fox felt the strong scaled fingers changing their grip on the back of his head, understanding without objection exactly what instruction he was being given. He kissed his Master's cock and open wide, the dragon casually thrusting just shallowly enough into the fox's muzzle not to gag him. His toy would have enough work to do sucking the remaining filth clean from his cock. "Good shit fox," the dragon soothed as he thrust slowly in and out of the whimpering vulpine's snout, casually casting about himself for the pouch of tobacco to refill his pipe
For the dragon this was the ideal life, puffing contentedly on his pipe as he fucked his hungry slave's muzzle. It was just a shame the record had reached its end, but the dragon wasn't about to stop what he was doing or handle his expensive property with hands covered in shit, even if he had the fox lick them clean first
The fox for his part was almost lost in a meditation. The natural repulsion at the taste of shit was strong of course, but his prick was aching all the same with the need for release. More than anything else he wanted to please his Master, sucking hungrily until his jaw ached, dreaming of cumming hard over those immaculate black wellies even though the dragon would make him lick them clean again, along with the shit, spunk and piss on the cold marble floor
"Good fox, not long now," the dragon muttered around the warm pipe in his snout. Pleasure was building in him; if the fox was still learning to handle coprophilia, his talents as a cocksucker were at least exemplary. Inhaling and then exhaling the largest cloud of smoke yet, the dragon, pushed the fox's head back and finally took his own cock in his hand again. "You can't ever be messy enough," he growled around his smoking equipment as he jerked himself furiously, just a few strokes sending him over and hosing down the soiled fox in his spunk. On his knees the fox whimpered excitedly this time, loving being covered in his Master's cum most of all
"Good fox," the dragon said with a smile, more contented now. The fox smiled proudly despite keeping his head humbly lowered, then yelped involuntarily as the standing dragon pressed the toe of his boot into the sensitive and dirty foxmeat still on display. It hurt a little as his cock was roughly pressed into his belly, but the pleasure outweighed the pain and sent the overstimulated fox over his own edge, moaning feebly as his cock sprayed more cum into the air, mostly splattering the toe of the dragon's boot. "Such a good fox," the dragon repeated
"Would you like me to clean your boots Sir?" the fox asked, still not daring to raise his eyes. The dragon chuckled and settled down in his chair, still puffing
"You should know by now we're not nearly done yet," he said, hand squeezing and stroking his now-clean and still-erect prick. "Get your trousers down and come sit here," he commanded, and the fox obeyed. Slick PVC pants around his knees, tail raised as he settled down onto the dragon's prick, glad of the shitty mess that made sure his hole was still lubricated enough for the dragon's easy penetration. Afterwards he was sure to be made to suck him clean again, and deep down, as he felt one draconic arm wrap around his chest and the other gripping his balls lightly, he knew he couldn't wait