Advantages of Flaming Youth

Fizzle took his free time to find a spring and wash away the filth from his activity. The sweat and musk of the dragons was very strong, and lingered all over his body. Fizzle made sure to hide his gems in a nice spot that no dragon would think to look at first. He was no fool to how the teenage dragons worked.

Lathering his entire body, including the insides of his anus to clean out the mess, Fizzle made sure no scale went unwashed.

“Great, at least my day is mostly over,” Fizzle said to himself, washing under his arms. “Still, there is one more thing I have to take care of.”

While washing himself, Fizzle thought over the interesting offer Pudge gave him. The thought of spending the night with the dragon made him shiver. “Those were a lot of gems. Who knows what he has planned for me. He might have me do what we did again, or even have his way with me, or…”

The thoughts made Fizzle flush and tremble at the same time. “Those were a lot of gems for a one night thing though. Is he considering—”

Fizzle shook his head, splashing the steamy water over his head. “Maybe he miscounted. Wouldn’t surprise me; he isn’t really the brightest dragon in the bunch.” Fizzle chuckled, finishing up the cleaning process. “Oh well, might as well go see what he wants later on tonight. But first…”

Fizzle grinned widely, lifting himself out of the spring and walking eagerly towards his bounty. He pushed the rock to the side, revealing the crater in which he hid his gems.

“I deserved a little break after what I’ve been through.” Fizzle rubbed his claws together and licked his lips, grabbing a massive amount of gems. He began to down the delectable treats swiftly, sloppily munching away. “I’ve been waiting for this all day. Besides, it’s not like I can carry all of these back home at one time.” Fizzle spent a good amount of time making a glutton of himself. He filled his belly to the brim with diamonds, almost forgetting about the nauseating taste of the male dragons he had to serve.

Almost…

***

The sun was setting, most dragons retreating to their caves for the night. Fizzle sat on his bed, eager about his night out with Pudge. He stretched his arms out and began to assess the situation.

“I don’t have to show up,” Fizzle thought aloud. “He already gave me his gems. I could just bail out on him and just stay here.” The thought loomed in Fizzle’s mind, but eventually he sighed and lowered his head. “But that would be the cheap way of handling things. Might as well take it like a dragon. Besides, Pudge might be an idiot, but he could still probably kick my ass… among other things he could do to it.”

Fizzle took a deep breath, exhaled ashes from his nostrils, and lifted himself from his bed. “Might as well get this over with.”

He stashed his hoard of gems under his bed and spread his wings, soaring through the sky. As he made his way towards Pudge’s place, the sun retreated behind the mountains. The orange blanket of the sky soon became enveloped in darkness. Fizzle lit the sky with flames, making a light source for him to track his destination. He flew as slow as possible, constantly fighting the urge to turn back and face Pudge’s wrath another day. He rejected that thought, however, and continued onward, making his first, and hopefully last, private session.

Pudge’s cave wasn’t too far from Fizzle. It was located on the edge of the mountain, giving him a nice, scenic view. Fizzle landed in front of Pudge’s home and knocked against the rock. He stood there, tapping his foot against the ground impatiently.

“Just a minute!” Pudge called out, seemingly fumbling around his cave. Fizzle could hear things falling out of place, Pudge cursing at the top of his lungs. Fizzle scratched the top of his head in confusion.

What could he possibly be doing in there? Fizzle thought. Many things ran through his mind. Pudge could have an extremely messy place and was just being a bumbling idiot. He could just be nervous about the situation, which was exactly how Fizzle felt. Or, better yet, he could just be making himself decent for Fizzle, something he hoped was true.

After about three minutes of Pudge doing who knows what in his cavern, he finally walked out and revealed himself. Unfortunately, his “making himself decent” statement was thrown out of the window, because Pudge was displaying himself fully and without a care. Fizzle both blushed from the sight and gave a look of disdain, remembering the last encounter with Pudge’s tool.

Pudge rubbed his arm and smiled sheepishly. “Well, are you gonna come in or am I gonna have to invite you in formally?”

Fizzle raised an eyebrow and walked into the cave. Much to Fizzle’s surprise, his cave was actually decent. It was tidy, each rock was neatly placed, and even his sleeping area was up to standards. Other than bits of trash lying around the floor and the pungent scent Pudge gave off, it seemed like a decent place to live. But what really shocked Fizzle was the presentation. Wax candles were lit, giving off a little light in the dim cavern.

“Well… wh-what do you think?” Pudge asked, stuttering.

Fizzle looked at Pudge, seemingly impressed. “Well, you certainly put effort into this. Care if I ask why?”

“Well, you see, it’s kinda…” Pudge paused, straining to let out the appropriate words. Fizzle couldn’t deny how cute he looked trying to communicate what he wanted to say. “It’s just that I didn’t want this to be anything like that… fuck pit you had to deal with this afternoon.”

Fizzle’s ears flopped. It was amazing how one word could ruin any conversation. Though, in hindsight, that wasn’t an inaccurate description of what he had to do. And, Pudge was trying, for a reason Fizzle didn’t quite understand himself.

“Look, I know this looks really gay,” Pudge said, twiddling his claws. “In fact, this is probably the most faggish thing you’ve done other than…” Pudge stopped himself and blushed, covering his face in humiliation. “Sorry, that was so stupid of me. STUPID STUPID!”

Fizzle couldn’t contain his laughter anymore. Feeling sorry for the poor idiot, Fizzle walked over to Pudge and patted him on the back. “Yes it was, Pudge. But hey, you’re trying. You’re doing a hell of a lot better than the other dragons,” Fizzle said, sticking his tongue out and gagging.

“Y-You really think so?” Pudge began to smile, hints of red displaying on his cheeks.

“Of course! I mean, the other dragons just stuck it in and tried to wreck me. At least you had the decency to wine and dine me before we get to the activity.”

Pudge froze, eyes dilating and shrinking. Fizzle watched as Pudge began to sweat nervously.

“Did I say something wrong?” Fizzle asked.

“Well, you said… wine and dine right?”

Fizzle nodded, confused to what he was getting at.

“Well, I didn’t have the time to go out and get some wine! All I got are these stupid candles! I could find you something around here, if that’s alright! Maybe a leftover pearl, or how about…”

“Pudge, Pudge, calm down!” Fizzle insisted, holding his claws out. “I was just joking. I don’t expect anything.”

“Oh.” Pudge took a deep breath and laughed awkwardly. “That’s a load off. Well, half a load off. Heh.”

Still as crude as I would imagine, Fizzle said. Though, I would be lying if I said he wasn’t amusing. Still…

Fizzle wasn’t one to keep things dragging on for far too long. To get the mood going, and because the mood was set up for him, he wrapped his arms around Pudge, causing the brown, tubby dragon’s face to go completely red.

“Now, Pudge, I’m sure you didn’t call me here to have idle conversations, right?” Fizzle said, tracing his claws down Pudge’s back. “How about we get down to what you really wanted me here for.”

Fizzle’s sultry tone sent shivers down Pudge’s spine. He gulped and began to sweat. “Well, I didn't think you were… that into this.”

I’m not! I just want to get this over with so I can leave. As nice as you are, I’d rather be eating my gems than worrying about fondling your foul dick! “I just want to make sure my customers get what they paid for. And you spent a hefty amount of gems on me. I’m sure that wasn’t for show, now, was it?”

Fizzle felt Pudge’s penis brush against his legs. It didn’t take much to get the dragon aroused, which made Fizzle’s job much easier.

“Well, I guess you’re right,” Pudge said, slowly backing towards his bed. When he felt the hard surface poke against his back, he sat down and pointed at his penis. “Well, if you don’t mind… you know.”

Fizzle didn’t really have a say in the matter. He either did it and got paid, or didn’t and potentially got punched in the face. Although, the latter was becoming less realistic; after all, Pudge did take his time to make a candlelit scenario for them. It almost felt... romantic.

Wait, he can’t possibly… Fizzle ignored the silly thought and continued towards Pudge, who laid on his back and waited eagerly for the pleasure that was sure to come.

Without any further delay, Fizzle wrapped his mouth around Pudge’s girth and began slurping. Like before, Pudge didn’t taste great. In fact, he tasted about the same, not taking the liberty to even try to clean himself up after his first experience. Guess the candles were the extent of his efforts. At least the taste isn’t foreign to me anymore… if that makes things any better for me.

Fizzle used his long, flexible tongue to wrap around the lower sheath of Pudge, causing him to moan and grunt wildly.

“Oh, that feels even better than before.” Pudge moaned, grabbing onto Fizzle’s head. It seemed that he wanted to take control for a while, leading the blowjob with his hands. It made no difference to Fizzle; the effect would still be the same. Pudge slowly bobbed Fizzle’s head up and down his crotch. Pudge’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, short, un-rhythmic grunts filling the air. Normally, this situation would be considered barbaric, and Fizzle would consider this the a completely idiotic situation to be in. But for some reason, he didn’t question it, nor did he feel dirty doing this. In fact, he was enjoying pleasuring the chubby dragon much more than he did the others; maybe even to the point of actually liking it.

The candles must have really set the mood right.

“Oh, thank you, Fizzle!” Pudge screamed, lust evident in his voice. “Thank you for this!” Fizzle looked up in confusion while licking his pudge clean with his tongue. “If it wasn’t for you… I would have… oh man… probably would have continued going solo! I wouldn’t… ah yeah… have thought someone as generous as you would make such a sacrifice. It’s really… amAZING! I think.. I think I…”

Pudge paused, grunting hard. Fizzle’s curiosity rose, causing him to slow down his service.

You think you what?

Pudge was sweating, panting heavily, and nearly ready to blow. With this knowledge of his inevitable payload being unleashed, Pudge pulled Fizzle’s head off of his penis, strands of saliva connecting the two.

“No, not this way this time.” Pudge panted, patting the other side of the bed. “I want you to join me this time.”

Wait, he can’t be serious. He’s not really trying to…

Hesitant, Fizzle slowly crawled on the bed with Pudge, who made sure that Fizzle stayed close to him. Pudge’s penis poked Fizzle’s chest, the pre-ejaculate rubbing off on him. Normally, this would disgust Fizzle. His scales were too good for such a demeaning act. But for some reason, this, and the fact that Pudge was poking at him, made Fizzle flush a little.

Those damned candles.

“Hey, Fizzle, I want to try something different,” Pudge said. “Something those dragons didn’t think of trying.”

Well, you’re going to have to think extra hard for that to happen, buddy. I don’t think there’s a single thing that they haven’t done to me…. sadly.

Pudge blushed wildly and tapped his fingers together. “I want you… I want you to be on top.”

What?! “Excuse me?” Fizzle’s eyes widened, face now completely pink. Had Pudge really suggested what he thought he did?

“I mean, come on! You haven’t had the chance to… you know… and I wanted to offer you at least this! I’m… also curious to how it feels to be in your situation.”

Well, you might want to try getting ten other dragons to try to bone you, because unless you do, you won’t fully understand my situation. Even with these thoughts running through Fizzle’s head, he started to feel knots in his stomach. He was so used to being told to be submissive. He was never given the chance to have a dominant role since his services started.

However, this was Pudge he was dealing with. The poor bloke barely cleaned his penis. Fizzle was concerned about what was on the other side. It almost made him gag just thinking about how filthy it could be. Still, a customer was a customer…

“No problem,” Fizzle said. Not like I have a choice anyways.

“Thank you.” Pudge got on all fours and turned his tail towards Fizzle, lifting it for Fizzle to view his hole. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Fizzle crawled closer to Pudge’s butt and grabbed ahold of his flanks. Out of curiosity, he took a whiff at what he was would be inserting his penis into shortly. Oddly enough, it wasn’t that bad. It was no bed of roses, but the scent wasn’t overbearing, and for an anus, it looked relatively clean— probably cleaner than Pudge’s penis. Fizzle didn’t know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, but he was grateful that, at least, his backside was decent.

His nether region was also grateful as well. Fizzle’s pink flesh stood firm and stiff, radiating heat onto the lower haunches of Pudge. He began to grunt in anticipation and impatience.

“Um, Fizzle, I know I said to start whenever you were ready, but please… could you please hurry up?”

“Oh... yeah, sure…” Fizzle didn’t know how to approach it. He could go in dry much like the other dragons. He deserved that much after all the pounding he had to go through. However, he wasn’t having sex with the brutes; he was having sex with Pudge. He didn’t want to put the dragon into the same situation as he had to go through, especially when he wasn’t involved.

So the only other thing he could do was…

I can’t believe I’m going to do this. Fizzle closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and brought his tongue towards Pudge’s puckered hole. Each streak of his tongue caused Pudge to moan in pleasure, bucking his legs as Fizzle lubed his hole.

Do not vomit! Do not vomit! Do not vomit! Fizzle continued for a few more seconds, holding back the urge to throw up. Once Fizzle thought that Pudge was well-lubed, he propped himself over him and positioned his penis for penetration.

“Alright, Pudge, brace yourself. I’m going to enter now.”

Pudge nodded and turned away, anticipating the foreign feeling. Without any other words, Fizzle pressed into Pudge’s entrance. There was some resistance, and Pudge did cringe, making the entrance harder, but eventually, Fizzle broke through.

And once he did, both of them let out loud gasp. Fizzle mimicked the motions of the other dragons, pumping into Pudge. However, unlike the dragons, he did it slow and steady, allowing Pudge to adjust to it. Fizzle could feel how tense he was; the inner walls of Pudge were extremely tight around Fizzle’s penis, milking it, but reluctantly so.

However, Fizzle would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t feel good.

“Fi… Fizzle,” Pudge groaned. “This… feels weird. It’s like I’m… constipated and I can’t get it out…”

Interesting description. Guess my penis is a metaphor for a piece of crap now. Despite Pudge’s gross description, Fizzle wasn’t phased by it. The pleasure rippling through his crotch was too much for him to focus on the disgusting label his penis got.

Those candles…

Fizzle thrusted into Pudge harder and faster, moaning loudly. His reaction sent a smile across Pudge’s face.

“You’re starting to enjoy this.” he grunted, the awkward feeling slowly forming into unforeseen pleasure. “Good… this was for you, anyways.”

For me? Fizzle began to sweat, passion and lust overtaking him. Pudge bucked his hips into Fizzle, taking him deeper and in rhythm.

“Harder…” Pudge moaned. “Please…”

Fizzle filled his request, pumping into Pudge harder and faster. With each thrust, Fizzle felt himself come closer to release, something that never happened since his first term of service. However, he didn’t want to keep Pudge hanging.

Fizzle reached around Pudge’s waist and grabbed his thick cock, stroking it with one hand. Pudge roared, fumes releasing from his nostrils. He was close to bursting, and so was Fizzle.

“Oh, Fizzle!” It didn’t take much for Pudge to shoot his load on the bed. His pleasure from the oral fixation didn’t die down any, which helped push the final blow. Fizzle wasn’t too far behind him. With one final thrust, Fizzle grunted and released his load inside of Pudge, tongue hanging out in satisfaction.

The two stayed connected for minutes, basking in the pleasure and the moment. Fizzle toppled over on the bed, panting heavily. His penis began to recede, small amounts of cum still leaking out.

“That… was kinda fun,” Fizzle said. “What did you think Pu—”

Pudge looked at Fizzle with half-lidded eyes, stroking his face. Pulling Fizzle closer to him, Pudge did the most unexpected thing that night.

He brought his lips up to Fizzle and kissed him deeply, snaking his tongue in his mouth. Fizzle nearly panicked. There was no way this was happening. Pudge moaned into Fizzle’s mouth while Fizzle wiggled around, arousal being replaced with confusion. The kiss lasted for what seemed like an eternity. When Pudge finally broke free, he bit down on the bottom of Fizzle’s lips so that his would follow.

“Fizzle, I think I love you.”

And with that, Fizzle’s heart stopped. Wh… What? He can’t be serious!

“I can’t let those other dragons constantly abuse someone as amazing as you. That’s why I gave you all those gems, so you wouldn’t need anyone else but me.”

Fizzle couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The missing pieces to the puzzle finally surfaced. “Wait, so the reason you gave me all those gems was so you could—”

Pudge nodded. “That’s right, Fizzle. I bought you.”

Fizzle gulped and felt his heart nearly jump out of his chest. His regret of taking all those gems was finally set in stone. Pudge fell on top of Fizzle, nearly cutting his breathing off.

“Don’t worry, Fizzle. I’ll protect you from them, and we can enjoy ourselves like we did tonight.” Pudge yawned, closing his eyes. “It will be… just… perfect.”

And with that, Pudge fell fast asleep, trapping Fizzle under him.

“Um, hello! You’re kinda lying on me!” Fizzle’s outcry went unheard. How could it? Pudge’s snore was as loud as an erupting volcano, nearly deafening Fizzle. “Well, guess I’m stuck here for the night.”

Fizzle tried to close his eyes to sleep, but the noise and the drool falling from Pudge’s mouth made it really difficult. He hated the situation he was in, yet at the same time, he loved it. He didn’t know if it was who he was with, or the payoff of what had happened. All he knew was that the soft flicker of lights helped sooth him a little, making being squashed by Pudge a lot less painful.

“Candles really are something…”