Page 22 of Connor and the Dragons

“It, er… Well it makes me think about my cock quite a lot, which is helpful when one wants to remain horny.” How did I explain the feeling?

“Here’s my thinking,” he said. “Do you mind if I touch?”

“You may always touch. It’s all yours.”

He nodded, running a hand down my length, still a little too clinical, but it felt nice. “Arousal anchors you. So I keep you aroused. But a man walking through a foreign city with an enormous erection draws attention, and we cannot afford attention. The cage solves both problems at once. It holds you right at the edge, tight enough to keep you anchored, contained enough that nobody looks twice. And if you start to slip, Kess or I can touch you, make it feel good.” He eased off exactly when I would have begged him not to, then pulled the leather straps around my cock.

I moaned as he squeezed the head of my cock, just hard enough to be painful, then tightened the two straps around my shaft that kept me from getting fully hard. “You’re quite adept at handling cock.”

He snorted. “Making it up as I go along. How do you feel?”

“Owned,” I said, and it came out somewhat breathless, but it was true.

He patted my cheek. “Good boy. If that turns you on, think of it that way. I own your cock, and I want you half hard and dreaming of a day when I let you have more.”

The prickling was gone, as was the urge to chew on sheep. Somewhere far down, Vyranthos had rolled over and gone quiet, the way he always did when the body was busy wanting, and all that was left was the burn. Connor’s knuckles brushed me as he laced my trousers shut, and the understanding arrived in me all at once that my cock was now Connor’s property and I wasn’t entirely sure he was interested in owning it.

“Is this not awkward for you?” I asked.

“It’s a little awkward.” Connor chuckled. “But since when do you care if you’ve made things awkward?”

“You have a point, but still… I thought you weren’t attracted to men.”

Connor paused, tilted his head for a moment, then shrugged. “I’m a dom. I enjoy power play. And I’m finding maybe the gender of my submissive does not matter quite as much as the level of control.”

“Ah,” I said, unreasonably pleased. “So you’re aroused?”

“I’m finding that having two sexy male dragons under your command isn’t the least erotic situation I’ve ever been in.”

“Not the least erotic. High praise,” I said, grinning. “Does that mean you might want to fuck us?”

“Maybe a little.” Connor leaned in. “Kessrin is fucking beautiful, isn’t he?”

He turned and walked back towards Kessrin, who was studying the street with tremendous dedication and slouching completely wrong. I caught up to Connor. “Hey, I’m pretty too. I have muscles.”

“That you do,” Connor said.

“Do you want to see them?”

“We are on a public road, Oallian. Perhaps later.” He gestured ahead.

I pouted. My muscles were very impressive.

“Also, I think there is food.”

That was the right thing to say. And as we walked ahead, I realized that Limin City was genuinely wonderful. It smelled of fish and bread and coal smoke and strangers. There were shops with glass fronts, and barges sliding down the canals low in the water, and people everywhere, none of whom looked afraid of me. Some of them even smiled at me.

A man sold little fried root vegetables off a cart on a bridge, and Kessrin paid for a pouch of them for me with a Liminian coin he’d gotten from the Queen.

They were fucking delicious. Way better than sheep. I told that to the vendor and he smiled the smile people give me when I mention sheep being crunchy.

Ahead, a woman walked toward us along the canal in a long gray coat, shot through with silver threads that glimmered with magic. Her movements were unhurried, and she was holding a thin brass chain, attached to a man wearing not much more than a collar and a small leather pouch that covered his cock. He walked a half step behind her with his spine straight and his chin up and his hands loose at his sides.

“Never seen a wizard of the Liminal Order?” the fried vegetable vendor asked.

“Er. I’m from the countryside. Rural, you know. Wizards, they don’t travel there much and—”

Connor elbowed me, his lips dipping near my ear. “Stop while you’re ahead.”