The Puppet
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"Hello? Is anyone in there?"
The mage approached the cavern with caution. He knew that no harm would come to him, but all the same, one could never be too careful, he thought to himself.
He was there to perform a task given to him by the guru - up in these parts of the mountains, it is said, lived a dragon who had been fairly helpful in the spread of the holy words. Peculiar creature, thought the mage, as he trudged ever closer to the mouth of the cave. Then again, dragons always were the unusual ones.
"Your task," the Guru had said to the mage, "is to give him what he desires."
"What would that be, Revered?" asked the mage. Almost as soon as he asked, the thought came to his mind -- What does every creature desire?
"No, you are not to give him sex," replied the guru, almost as though he had read the mage's mind. "In fact, he desires physical intimacy least of all."
Truly, truly peculiar creatures, these dragons were, thought the mage.
"What this particular dragon desires most is to lose himself." Now how am I going to do that to a dragon?, thought the mage. "He wishes to become like a puppet, whose strings are pulled by someone else." The guru eyed the mage with those last few words, as though trying to get the point across more thoroughly. He got the hint.
"Okay then, what exactly am I expected to do? Any regulations?"
"Yes, there are a few, and thank you for reminding me. First, while you are to be controlling his movements, no head play, understand? Don't mess with his mind. He'll know, and he'll get upset and possibly kill you; I hold no responsibility for his actions if you break that rule, first and foremost. Second, you may have full control of his entire body, save his face. There are several reasons for this: one, so he can see what's going on and enjoy the experience that much more; two, in case something you do makes him uncomfortable, he can tell you verbally; and three, because, though he's willing to surrender his being, he still likes to keep on his toes, ever alert. Third, if he asks you to do something for him, it is entirely up to you whether or not you follow through, but if he asks you to stop or leave, you had best do so. Any more questions?"
"Yes, one more," replied the mage, "What name does he go by?"
"He is called Ba Phyi Zhum; it is a name given to him by people living in the same area some two-hundred years ago."
Ba Phyi Zhum, thought the mage. He who's appearance is to be feared. What kind of a name is that? Then again, he noted, the people living in this region at that time weren't exactly the most educated types. Unsure what to expect, he reached the entrance to the cavern in which this Ba Phyi Zhum was supposed to live. "Hello? I was sent here by the guru in the valley. Are you in?"
A dull roar echoed from the back of the cave. He couldn't be entirely certain, but... did he just hear a murr? He shook the thought from his mind, and just in time to hear a single word, spoken from the same distant point.
"Enter."
Who was the mage to turn down such an offer? He carefully trod into the cavern, being cautious of the loose rocks on the floor as well as the low overhang above. As he approached the first bend in the cave, he started to worry about lighting; how was he going to see what he was doing? Almost as though to answer his need, he saw a lit torch hanging on the wall around the corner. The pathway was lined with them, almost as though the dragon were expecting him. Then again, he thought, the dragon probably couldn't see too well without them, either.
The mage wasn't sure how deep he had gone, but upon seeing more torches, he knew he was getting close. Sure enough, around the next bend, the chamber opened up and an unusual sight befell his eyes.
This chanber wasn't all that large - maybe the size of a raquetball court, only with less than half the headroom. Lying over in one of the corners of the room was a red entanglement -- the dragon. As he watched, he uncurled himself, bringing his head out of the mass first, shaped almost like a brick with whiskers and horns. The mage had to stiffle a giggle at the imagery. The whiskers themselves numbered two, and, though they were only connected to his face beneath his nostrils, reached as far back as a half-foot behind the end of his jawbone; the horns numbered two as well, were white, almost ivory in color, and arced backwards out of the top of his head, right behind and above his eyes. The dragon's beard resembled goldfish fins, and was colored in the same manner as fire. A long mane of golden-blonde hair flowed from the very top and back of the head, and reached just to his shoulders. His eyes, round and almost bulbous, had irises of bright yellow.
As he continued to unwind himself, the mage noticed a line of large, yellow scales lining his front, one on top of the other; each scale was almost pentagonal in shape. This line stretched from the top of his throat, between his legs, and all the way down to the tip of the tail, seeming to shrink proportionally as it approached that end. At the tip fo the tail was a large spade, very much like his beard in design and material. From head to tail, this dragon only stretched a total of about twelve feet in length; when he stood on his hind legs, as he did once he was untangled, his height only appeared to be about eight feet, making for a rather small Eastern dragon. This surprised the mage, but then again, smaller dragons did exist; there were tales of dragons small enough to extract the nectar from the sakura blossoms of Japan, which took a severe size deficiency.
"So... what were you sent for?" The question threw the mage off-guard; he had forgotten himself in studying the specimen before him. "Are my services requested again?"
"N-n-n-no," stuttered the mage, still a bit shocked that he could be drawn in as easily as that, "I'm not here to ask you to come to our aid. I'm here because the guru sent me, that I may... reward you, for your services thus far."
"Oh, is that what this is all about..." the dragon's gaze suddenly became very distant, as though in longing. The mage noticed a slight bulge developing in the dragon's groin. He must REALLY enjoy this, thought the mage to himself. He had never seen a dragon even slightly aroused as this one was; most were able to keep thair composure around others. "So, I assume, then, that you were told what all is expected of you?"
"Yes," the mage responded, almost hypnotized by the slight growth occurring before his eyes. The mage wasn't even into males, much less dragons, but this one was different. Too bad he doesn't enjoy physical intimacy, thought the mage.
"Ready whenever you are, then," said the dragon. The mage began the incantation the guru had given him - "This will allow you to control the dragon with just your will," he had said. As the words reached the dragon's ears, he allowed himself to collapse towards the floor, loosening every muscle in his body; he had completely surrendered his body.
As the dragon's body approached the floor swiftly, the mage almost lost concentration. What if he hurts himself doing that? He hurriedly finished the chant, and just in time - within a foot of the dragon's head hitting the floor, it stopped; all of his movements came to a halt, except for a slight twitch in his lip. The mage allowed the dragon to be suspended there for a half-minute; even that, he noted, was arousing to the dragon, as he watched his sheath increase slightly in size yet again.
Finding the position the dragon was in to look slightly uncomfortable, he slowly stood him up, allowing for a bit of a spiral on the way, as his body had contorted slightly. The dragon's eyes were mostly closed, but were open just enough to watch himself and his surroundings. He was loving this already; it had been much too long since the last one went up there and did this to him. Part of him was ashamed that he was getting so aroused so quickly, but another part wanted to let it come. It wasn't like he could do anything about it, anyway, considering his crotch was below his neck, and therefore officially the mage's territory, autonomic reactions not included.
The mage, unsure what to do, since this was his first time doing anything like this and he happened to be lousy at improvisation, began just twisting the dragon's torso this way and that. Every once in a while, he threw in a kick for good measure. The dragon's penis was visible now, slowly inching its way out of the sheath. The mage nervously gulped, trying to hold his own impulses in while still controlling the dragon. He stopped the dragon's twisting, pulled his arms up so they were parallel to the ground, and allowed for a slight thrust in the hips before completely stopping all motion, holding him in that position. His cock's growth was slowing down now, approaching nine inches, but it still throbbed obviously. The dragon's face had gone completely slack -- had the dragon fallen asleep? The mage could see he was enjoying what was being done to him, but even then, he wasn't sure it was the dragon's enjoyment as much as the dragon's visualization of the mage's subconscious. His body was being controlled by the mage's thoughts, after all, and the mage wasn't exactly avoiding the ideas in his head.
"You're new at this, aren't you." The mage was again surprised out of his train of thought. So he wasn't asleep. "No need to answer; your lack of ideas supersedes your words." The mage just stuttered. "Don't lose your concentration, now, or I'll be disappointed. I noticed you were thinking about me" -- he motioned with his eyes towards his fully erect member -- "True, most of that was me, but I noticed a bit of your own mind working its magic down there. Now, I'm not one for actual physical touch, as the guru no doubt told you, but I have an idea that might satisfy us both." He glanced towards the right. "Over there on that wall is a staff. It's tall enough that I could probably do some sort of pole-dance on it, if you'd like."
The mage really liked this idea. His pants were already somewhat tight from his own growing arousal. Looking over, he saw the staff leaning against the wall, just as the dragon said. He had him walk over, pick it up, and give it a few spins just for fun.
"Now remember, nothing sexual, so no ramming it up my ass or anything, okay? If you do, I'll ram it up yours once I regain control of my body."
"Oh, so nothing like this, right?" The mage made the dragon's arms thrust the staff behind him, made him grip it real tight, and positioned it right in perfect alignment with his anus.
"I swear, if you do so much as an inch --"
"I'm joking, I'm joking!" The mage laughed, but not for long once his eyes met the dragon's glare. "Lighten up a little, seriously..."
While before, the mage wasn't sure what to do, here, he knew exactly what he was doing; he had seen a pole-dance before, and, though it was a female performing at that time, he could figure out what to do from there. Using that as a base, he had Ba Phyi stand the staff on the ground as steady as he could, and began with a little gyrating of the hips. The dragon let his face go limp again, as the mage began contorting the dragon's slender, flexible form around the pole. Positioning the feet to the left front of the pole from his perspective, the mage began winding the dragon's body counter-clockwise around the pole. After two twists, he stopped it, and allowed for three pelvic thrusts before unwinding.
The mage was highly aroused now, and had quite obviously pitched a tent beneath his robes. He continued the dance, now moving on to positioning the body so his head angled out from the pole, strattling the staff, and humping rhythmically, almost in time with the throbbing of the dragon's cock.
It was at this point that the mage noticed the change going on in the dragon's face. Where before it had been loose and relaxed, it was now taut, and seemed almost in pain. His mouth was moving, but nothing audiable was coming out. Continuing the hip thrusting, the mage tried to read his lips.
"--ease, please, please, please..."
He was begging for something, but what? He let his eyes linger down to the dragon's crotch, and realized immediately -- the arousal was too much. His cock was throbbing enough to actually visibly move it; instead of a bead or two of pre like he was expecting, the mage saw a steady stream. The dragon had been aroused to the point of pain for some time, and the mage hadn't noticed. What was he to do? He knew the dragon hated physical contact, especially in that sense, but he couldn't just let him suffer like that; surely, there was a way around this.
The idea struck him when he felt his own member release a drop of pre. They were mentally linked, correct? So, if the mage began pleasuring himself, perhaps it would stimulate the same nerves in the dragon's penis as well. It was worth a try, and he was feeling the need to release his own tension anyway. He sat down, moved his robes around enough to expose his erection, and gripped it firmly. At first slowly, but steadily quickening, he began to stroke it.
Sure enough, when he looked up at the dragon, his eyes were the size of dinner plates. The connection was working, and the dragon was feeling every ounce of stimulation the mage himself was feeling. If he looked closely, the mage could even see the dragon's cock twitch whenever he hit the right nerve. He wasn't sure this is what Ba Phyi wanted, since it was similar to physical contact, but the dragon's relaxed face told him to keep going. Upon a bit of testing and observing, the mage found just the right place to stimulate in order to give the dragon the most pleasure, and began stroking there.
Had the dragon had control of his body, his leg would probably have been twitching uncontrollably; however, since it was still under the mage's command, he continued to make the dragon hump the pole. It helped the dragon a bit, and it was definitely aiding the mage. He allowed his other hand to reach over and fondle his sac, stimulating himself and the dragon even more. As wave after wave of endorphins were released, the mage began to hump the air himself, joining the dragon in his rhythm.
Watching the dragon, in addition to the physical stimulation he was giving himself, was enough to take him over the edge. Seeing the dragon's face portraying the same thought, he brought the dragon's body around so his cock was facing away from his staff and the mage himself -- he wasn't sure the dragon would want his staff to get all messy like that, and he knew he himself sure didn't want to. With that, both their groins exploded. The mage continued to stroke like mad, dispite the cum now rocketing out of his cock, in an attempt to please the dragon as much as possible. Ba Phyi was definitely enjoying it, spraying his seed all over the wall he was now facing. His crotch felt like it was aflame with pleasure. He was glad the mage was able to figure out what to do on his own.
The two of them lay there for some time, exhausted by the experience. The mage was the first to speak.
"So, was it as good for you as it was for me?" he asked, chuckling softly.
"I do believe so," replied the dragon. He had control of his body again, but was too tired to even sit up. "That was very good, for a first time," he joked; "we must do this again some time."
The mage turned his head to face Ba Phyi Zhum. "I would love to."