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They spread up and down the walls, pulsing with a strange life all their own, and they retained both their light and their strange sense of life when they fell from the walls and were passed out to the monks.\n\nIn the past, it would have been sensible to remove the scales from the general populace of the monastery, but with the strange light that they emitted, it was decided that it was better that the monks – seen as controlled, strong-willed individuals – keep hold of them rather than risking it spreading anywhere else. Brother Nathan had agreed at the time. Now…\n\n[i]A Dragon monk is generous…[/i]\n\nThe first precept echoed through his head as he forced himself to keep his eyes closed, all too aware of the purple light that filled the meditation hall these days. He was able to feel it pulsing through the air around him, and more, through him, adding to the strange pleasure and pressure of that first night after the sorcerer had walked the walls. The red dragon hissed under his breath, barely resisting the strange pulse and throb that went up through his cock, making it bounce between his thighs.\n\nSomewhere behind him, he heard the soft ‘splut’ of some fluid hitting the floor, and he knew that someone else had already felt a near-climax. So far, the monks had not broken their vows of chastity, but some were coming dangerously close.\n\n[i]A Dragon Monk endures…[/i]\n\nThough these days, some joked that they were less enduring life and more enduring the constant edge that they were riding. It was a dull joke, a dark joke, considering that not one of them had gone soft for more than forty-eight hours, and it was rumored that some had been throbbing hard for nearly the full time since the departure of the feline.\n\nHe gritted his teeth as he felt another throb, matching the pulse of light in the air around him. So far, that had been all that the purple writing had done, making them horny, making them hard. It didn’t take away from the rest of their work, but…\n\nAnother precept. He’d missed it, and they were on the fifth, now.\n\n[i]A Dragon Monk is focused on enlightenment.[/i]\n\nThey were, they were, though there were times in the last day where he’d wondered if that focus was shifting. They didn’t seem as focused on anything but the rods between their legs, these days, and it concerned him. How long could they keep living like this? How long could they maintain the Sixth?\n\n[i]A Dragon Monk serves a higher purpose.[/i]\n\nThe throb that came with that one seemed almost too telling, his cock hurting from how hard it was and how desperate it had become. He clenched his teeth tightly as he felt the sheer urgency to blow that came from between his legs. His balls, oh his balls ached such as they hadn’t since he was a teen. He wanted so bad to reach down and touch himself, but no. No, this was still the time of public meditation, even if –\n\nGong.\n\nGong.\n\nGong.\n\nThe ringer of the gong had taken to hitting it three times instead of the former singular strike, the change the result of so many of the monks starting to get lost in their own heads as the pleasure climbed higher and higher between their legs. Even he, knowing that it wasn’t quite right, felt the urge to touch himself most of the time, even when they were in public.\n\nThe gong. Yes. The time of public meditation was over, and he was allowed to stand.\n\nNathan pulled himself to his feet, groaning as he felt the tension leaving his legs. His eyes opened, and he was almost washed away with the purple in the air. The light glowed from all sides of the wall that surrounded the monastery, and though the gold scales still shimmered in the distance, one could not ignore the purple laid over it. There were times when he almost swore that the purple light was reflected in the eyes of the other dragons, and there were times when he feared that it was the same with his own eyes.\n\nThe other monks were in a similar state to him. To a one, they were rock-hard, and most of them were dribbling at least token droplets of pre-cum to the wooden floor beneath them. Others were almost sliming it up as they walked along, their shafts swinging like a musician’s metronome back and forth between their legs. Others still were doing their best to stare straight ahead rather than looking down, and Nathan wished that he was one of them.\n\nInstead, he looked at every dick that swung along as they walked by, aware of his own and how much it dripped. He gritted his teeth as he looked down at it, hardly believing just how…needy it was. Even this long after joining the monastery, he remembered how he’d felt before he’d taken the oaths of chastity, and he was all but sure that it had never been this bad. This…this was something else.\n\n“Brother Nathan.”\n\nHe turned. It was Brother Ethan, the blue dragon that had helped calm them the first day. The other dragon was not in a good way, his face slightly red and his eyes hazed over…and his shaft hard as could be.\n\nIt was still difficult to get used to the fact that they were all naked. The High Abbot had said, as the loveable grandfather that he was to so many of them, that he would allow them to take to their tasks in the nude to save on the washing up. The first day, the monks had attempted to continue as they had, but that stopped when they realized how close they were to cumming at any given moment. The sheer pleasure and grind and rubbing stimulation of their tight clothes over their sensitive hard-ons made it all but impossible for them to not leak all the time, and even the pressure of their robes over their chests, the stimulation of the cloth against their nipples, was often enough to make it difficult to focus.\n\nNudity became the order of the day in short order, though it was still hard for them to entirely deal with it. He still believed that there was something wrong with flashing everything so easily, but he was not the one in charge.\n\nHe was, however, more than slightly aroused by it. He put his hands behind his back to avoid temptation and bowed.\n\n“Brother Ethan.”\n\n“You are…doing well?”\n\n“Well enough. The Third Precept is my guide today.”\n\n“Yes. A Dragon Monk endures – well, we endure.”\n\nHe was going to continue it, possibly into the joke. He was glad that Ethan did nothing of the sort; it was too true for Nathan at the moment.\n\nThey set out, walking side by side towards the meal hall. All around them, other dragons were keeping their hands carefully to their sides and backs, but there were ways around not touching themselves, and he saw it used regularly. The gentle, ‘accidental’ nudge of a shaft against someone else’s thigh, or the flexing of the muscles between the legs to tighten up and tease the shaft that way, or the general rubbing of one’s rump rather than reaching forward: all of those things avoided the actual problematic issue of teasing one’s shaft.\n\nNot that they were all avoiding it. He knew that there were at least a few dragons that had broken that rule during the private meditation at night. He was one of them.\n\n“Brother Nathan? I have a question for you.”\n\n“Ask away,” he said.\n\n“What is your answer to the Sixth?”\n\n“…My purpose?”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“That is a very private question, Brother Ethan.”\n\n“I only ask because…”\n\n“Yes?”\n\n“…I seem to have lost mine.”\n\nNathan stopped in his tracks, and Ethan did the same but a step later. The blue dragon’s face was a mess, bright red along the edge of his snout as he covered his forehead, huffing as his cock twitched upward.\n\n“I was always focused on…on keeping focused, on keeping us free. My purpose was our protection, but now…”\n\n“There is no protecting someone against this.”\n\n“No…and it’s not…bad,” the blue admitted. “Not good, but not…not something that hurts us.”\n\n“So, what do you –”\n\n“I need…a purpose. I need something to tell me what to do. Something to…to focus me through all…”\n\nNathan sympathized, he really did, but it was hard for him to think of a solution. They were all suffering from a lack of direction; the Grandfather didn’t really have an idea, for all that the High Abbot was supposed to guide them through these difficult situations. They were all fending for themselves, lacking any real purpose, direction –\n\n[i]Or masters.[/i]\n\nThe thought came to him out of nowhere, and he was shocked to think of it. Monks did not have masters; they had rules. Yet, the idea, once voiced, did not seem as bad as he had imagined it would be. The idea of someone guiding him, pointing him towards the task that he must do, showing him how he could direct himself so that enduring the constant lust wouldn’t be as hard…it didn’t seem like such a bad thing.\n\n“…We need…”\n\n“Yes?” Ethan asked, looking desperate.\n\n“It’s merely an idea.”\n\n“I will take [i]anything.[/i]”\n\n“There…may be a bending of the Sixth that might help.”\n\n“Bending – you would – that would be against all tradition…”\n\n“What we are facing is unlike anything that we’ve ever seen. There may not be a tradition that can save us,” Nathan said, shaking his head. “Look at us. We’re standing in the middle of the holy monastery, naked, dripping…all but desperate to break our oaths of chastity right here and now, if we were given permission.”\n\n“…You are not wrong.”\n\n“There may need to be bent rules to survive this.”\n\n“So…how would you bend the Sixth?”\n\n“We…serve a master.”\n\n“A –”\n\n“It isn’t so wrong as it seems on the surface,” he said. “And we wouldn’t serve just any master. It would need to be the right one.”\n\n[i]A strong one.[/i]\n\n“A strong one,” he said, barely aware that he had repeated something that had come to him out of nowhere. “Someone that was capable of enduring the same things that we have, and had come out better for it.”\n\n“…I can see the sense in that.”\n\n“The difficulty is finding someone like that.”\n\n“Truly, you are unfortunately right…” Brother Ethan sighed. “I will follow the Third, and the Second, until we find one.”\n\nNathan hadn’t meant to suggest that they find a master, but once Ethan had floated the concept, it didn’t sound unappealing. The only issue was the fact that they were all suffering from the same thing, and…\n\nWell, there was no relief. Not really. Not while the glow continued.\n\nAs Ethan left him behind, heading to the meal hall, the red dragon turned around. The egg-shaped walls that rose all around them were supposed to be the sign of their protection from the rest of the world, the blessing of dragonhood on all those that rested and lived within them. These days, with the purple glow…\n\nPulse.\n\nThrob.\n\nPulse.\n\nThrob.\n\nPulse.\n\nThroooooob.\n\nHis cock ached between his legs, and his hands clenched to fists as he struggled to avoid touching it. Food would be the next best distraction, and he tried to recall the Precepts as he walked up the stairs to his meal.\n\n[i]A Dragon Monk is…generous…[/i]\n\nWith his actions, and his body.\n\n[i]A Dragon Monk is disciplined…[/i]\n\nWhen he is not distracted.\n\n[i]A Dragon Monk endures…[/i]\n\nHe endures pleasure so more may come.\n\n[i]A Dragon Monk is focused on enlightenment…[/i]\n\nAnd enlightenment through sustained pleasure was not a bad thing…\n\n[i]A Dragon Monk serves a higher calling…[/i]\n\nOr a master.\n\nNathan’s head swam as he walked into the meal hall, and he only hoped that something, anything, would distract him from his throbbing cock.\n\n#\n\nFrom meal to chores they went, and as they did, it was harder and harder to ignore the throbbing cocks all around him and the bare rumps. The monastery had no stigma against those that loved their fellow males the way that they did their fellow females, so long as they didn’t engage in actions that broke chastity, but there was still more than the usual amount of staring between those engaged in cleaning up the monastery.\n\nNathan was no exception. Even as he took up a broom to sweep over the plaza at the center of the monastery, he was aware of how much he stared at the different men around him. They were tall, broad-shouldered, thick and sexy –\n\nThe red dragon groaned, his cock jumping and slapping against the shaft of the broom. He bit his lip and went back to work, though his eyes continued to roam.\n\n[i]I can’t do this forever…[/i]\n\nSooner or later, his endurance would wane. Even the joking nature of enduring edging that the Third had taken on was not something that he could do for the rest of his life. His cock screamed for attention, oozing and sliming the underside of his shaft, pulsing against his foreskin with more and more need.\n\nHe could feel the slime bubbling beneath that thin layer of flesh, filling it out, making the whole thing roll and bloat from time to time before some of the slime oozed outward. He groaned at the high-pressure ooze down there, feeling it adding to the mess that coated the rest of his cock, adding to the scent that filled the air.\n\nMusk.\n\nMusk.\n\nMusk everywhere, the scent coming from one dragon after another. The practice yards were particularly bad, considering the scent was stronger with the smell of sweat and hard work, but it was coming from everywhere. Little puddles formed wherever they walked, and even those that had been given mops to clean it away were only adding to it as they went along. He looked back the way he’d come, seeing the wet spots on the stone courtyard, and he bit his lips in embarrassment.\n\nAnd…well, pride.\n\nPride in pleasure.\n\nPleasure in pride.\n\nHe slowed his sweeping, his hand dropping down once more, and this time, he gripped his cock at the base. A slow pull down dragged the foreskin back from the head, and he huffed under his breath, groaning as he felt the breath of evening air against the head of his shaft properly. He dragged his hand back up, coating it in the slimy flesh, rubbing around the covered tip, before dragging it back into the open again.\n\nIt was like playing with a spigot, and his cock oozed far more the longer he spent touching it. So much, so much mess.\n\nHe whimpered under his breath as he realized just how horny he was, on the verge of humping his hand for relief. The Third filled his head again –\n\n[i]A Dragon Monk endures edging.[/i]\n\nHe could not endure, but he could endure edging. He pulled his hand back to keep from spoiling his record, shaking his head as he huffed and puffed, moving on with his chores.\n\nMore and more, the light around him pulsed, keeping him hard, keeping him erect and…and wet down there. It was more than just the throbbing now, though. As he looked down, he saw a hint of the purple reflected over his shaft, lines of the strange light creeping up from his groin to his stomach. He didn’t know what it meant, but he knew that it was more than just a reflection. It was getting bigger, brighter with every passing out.\n\nThe red dragon gritted his teeth, shaking his head as he pushed on. He swore it was getting more sensitive, and more –\n\n“Nnngh. Nnngh.”\n\nHe paused, turning to his left. Between two of the study halls were two of his fellow monks, the dragons pressed against the side of one building and –\n\nHis eyes all but bugged out of their sockers as he realized that they were fucking. The yellow dragon had the white one pinned to the wall, their tails were up, and they were [i]fucking.[/i] One fat cock pushing between hard, muscled ass cheeks, pushing deep and taking it further than he had ever imagined a monk taking such a thing. He could hear them panting, was sure that they were about to break the chastity oath –\n\nOnly for the yellow to pull out, panting as he did, his cock jerking and bouncing. They turned around, the white taking his turn on ‘top’, and started slamming in, bucking and fucking away with abandon.\n\n[i]Why…[/i]\n\nThe answer came as he had the chance to get a better look at them from behind. The white dragon’s cheeks were still slightly spread from the fuck, and the same purple light that glowed over his own crotch was burning brightly between the cheeks. As soon as he saw it, he felt the pulsing that went through his cock return to his hole, something that he had all but forgotten about after that first night.\n\n“Nnngh…”\n\nHe gritted his teeth, slumping back against the building as his cock bounced, twitched, spitting pre-cum all over the cobblestones beneath him. The broom shook in his grip, and he finally gave up holding back, reaching down to touch himself.\n\nPulse.\n\nHe moaned as he felt the urge to stuff something between his cheeks, but he resisted it, focusing entirely on the pleasure that was running through his cock. Yet, at the same time, the pulsing, the throbbing, the need was there. The puffiness that he’d seen in the reflection came back in a rush, and he moaned as he felt it grinding between his cheeks.\n\nPulse.\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nHe was moaning, whimpering, his teeth clenched so tight that it hurt, but unlike how it went on the first day, he just couldn’t stop. He gripped his cock and started stroking, pulling it up and down, spraying his pre-cum all over the ground. He panted as he jerked himself right there, right out in the open, all those thoughts of holding back sliding away as he realized that the Precepts offered no protection to him.\n\nWhat were they? What could…\n\n[i]A Dragon Slut is generous…with his body.[/i]\n\nNo, no, that wasn’t right. They were –\n\nPulse.\n\nHe groaned, all but humping his hands as he slid down the wall of the meditation hall behind him. Nathan’s hands were slimed, wet with pre-cum, and yet they slid along his cock with ease and eagerness. He humped between his fingers, unable to stop himself, grinding against his digits as he worked himself into an utter frenzy.\n\nYet, still, he tried to think of the Precepts.\n\n[i]A Dragon…A Dragon Monk –[/i]\n\nPulse.\n\n[i]No, no, slut. Slut. A Dragon Slut.[/i]\n\nPulse.\n\n[i]A Dragon Slut is…is…[/i]\n\nPulse.\n\n[i]A Dragon Slut is…used by everyone.[/i]\n\nThere was something different about it, something that was not quite the same as it was supposed to be. He vaguely remembered that there was something about generosity, but what was a generous behavior if it wasn’t offering one’s body up for the use of others?\n\nNathan groaned, his cock throbbing all the harder, and the pulsing of the walls echoed through his cock, through his ass. He was so close, so fucking close –\n\nGong.\n\nGong.\n\nGong.\n\nThe triple gongs calling everyone to their quarters for sleep and meditation was nearly impossible to ignore, and yet, there he was, barely holding to sanity. He whimpered, moaning under his breath as he slowly let go of his cock. As soon as his hand came off, he wanted to put it back, and that want, that need, was nearly enough to leave him weeping.\n\n[i]What is happening to me?[/i]\n\nThere was no clear answer. As he sat there, squatting with his cock throbbing between his legs, a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see the silver-scaled face of the Grandfather, the High Abbot looking down at him with sympathy and an ache that echoed his own needs. The older dragon’s shaft bobbed up and down right in front of his face, oozing with a long, silver string of pre-cum that ran from the tip all the way to the stones below.\n\nThey both stood there for nearly a minute before the High Abbot was able to turn away. Nathan wasn’t sure what he would have done if the other dragon hadn’t taken the initiative there. He didn’t want to think about it.\n\n#\n\nHe had resisted his cock for nearly half an hour after entering his chambers. He had lit his candles properly, and he had held the meditative squat for nearly that whole length of time. Nathan had felt rather proud of himself; for once, it felt like he might be able to be better than the temptation all around him, but even as he meditated, even as he held that position, the Precepts felt wrong…and right.\n\n[i]A Dragon Slut is used by others.\n\nA Dragon Slut is wanton.\n\nA Dragon Slut endures edging.\n\nA Dragon Slut is obsessed with denial.\n\nA Dragon Slut is focused on sexual highs.\n\nA Dragon Slut serves a Master.[/i]\n\nThey came to him all wrong, jumbled up with need and fantasy rather than the focus and determination that they had always brought him before, and yet, at the same time, they were rewarded with pulses of pleasure in the air around him. The low moans from the other rooms told him that the other dragons were no less tempted, fighting against their natures even as their weapons faltered before them.\n\nNathan tried to remember why he had come to the monastery in the first place. Dragons were seen as beasts, but here, they were seen as something better. The monks had found a way to [i]be[/i] better, to keep the instincts at bay that frightened everyone else, and to control themselves in a way that made the rest of the world accept them. This place, this monastery, was supposed to be the place where all those urges were controlled, leashed, taken care of.\n\nAnd yet, here he squatted, naked, his cock throbbing for all to see in the reflections the light cast on the paper walls. He groaned, his cock jumping, twitching, dripping one long string of pre-cum after another to the floor, only for his cock to jump and flick it against the wall to leave another stain.\n\n“Nnngh…mmmph…”\n\nHe felt like he was on fire, and the worst of it came from the scales gathered around him on the floor. They were the newest ones, the latest shed from the golden wall, and they were covered with the same purple writing as the rest of it. Thick, twining, sinuous, almost like grasping tendrils of light that wrapped around the dragon scales and left them looking like they had been overgrown. He shivered, his toes curling against the floor of his room as he imagined those tentacles sliding free and doing unspeakable things to him.\n\n[i]A Dragon Slut is used by others.\n\nA Dragon Slut is wanton.\n\nA Dragon Slut endures edging.\n\nA Dragon Slut is obsessed with denial.\n\nA Dragon Slut is focused on the ultimate pleasure.\n\nA Dragon Slut serves a Master.[/i]\n\nThe Precepts were wrong, but they felt so right. He wanted…he desperately wanted to be used by others, he felt, the back of his mind burning with the idea of someone bending him over right then and there. Oh, the thought of actually having something parting his cheeks, scratching the itch around his hole that he couldn’t do anything about on his own, felt downright divine.\n\nThe purple light was burning brightly between his cheeks. He could see it now, could [i]feel[/i] the pulses around his hole as the purple light shone on the floor just under him. His eyes…his eyes felt like they were filled with some sort of purple fire, as if the world was burning with that same enchanted light.\n\nPulse.\n\nThrob.\n\nClench.\n\nPulse.\n\nThrob.\n\nClench.\n\nHis body was tightening up, shaking, drenched in his own juices and in the sweat rolling down his spine and chest. His muscles were rolling, rippling as he struggled to catch his breath, his tail trying to push itself higher to show off his ass that much more, and the purple light made him feel like he was drowning in the strange tingles that they put off.\n\n[i]A Dragon Slut is used by others.\n\nA Dragon Slut is wanton.\n\nA Dragon Slut endures edging.\n\nA Dragon Slut is obsessed with denial.\n\nA Dragon Slut is focused on the ultimate pleasure.\n\nA Dragon Slut serves a Master.[/i]\n\nHe couldn’t take it. Not anymore.\n\nThe dragon grabbed for the candle, lowering it between his legs. For all that it burned out over the course of an hour, there was still more than enough of it left for his purposes. He lowered his ass to it, the scales heating up for a moment before the fire was smothered between his ass cheeks, drowned in sweat and scales in less than an instant. The fire had softened most of the wax, but not all of it. And the heat –\n\n“MMMPH!”\n\nWas a perfect match for his inner walls at that moment. He moaned as he sank down on it, pulling it past his puffy pucker, dragging it deeper into his hole. It was sucked right off the floor as he lifted his ass back up. The pressure right on his hole, the sense of utter satisfaction of having it inside him – oh, that was…that was…\n\n“Ah…ah…”\n\nHe lost himself to the need. Wrapping one hand around his cock, he jerked it hard while gripping the candle in his claws. He worked it in and out at the same frenzied pace that he worked his cock, feeling his pleasure rising and his cock…his cock felt…\n\n[i]Am I…[/i]\n\nHe was getting bigger, and there was no denying that. Little by little, his cock was slowly filling his hand up that much more. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could make out others that were losing themselves into the pleasure, touching, stroking, doing so much more with their cocks than they were ever allowed to before.\n\n[i]A Dragon Slut is used by others.\n\nA Dragon Slut is wanton.\n\nA Dragon Slut endures edging.\n\nA Dragon Slut is obsessed with denial.\n\nA Dragon Slut is focused on the ultimate pleasure.\n\nA Dragon Slut serves a Master.[/i]\n\nStroke.\n\nPulse.\n\nStroke.\n\nPulse.\n\nStroke.\n\nPulse.\n\nStop. He pulled his hand back from his shaft, his hole clenching down all the harder on the candle. It was so close to breaking, and he had to lean against the wall to slow himself. His fingers curled tight around the supportive timbers, his breath ragged between his teeth as he let his cock sag, dripping, almost there but not quite over the edge. He was [i]so[/i] close, but the third Precept –\n\n[i]A Dragon Slut endures edging.[/i]\n\nHe would take it.\n\nHe would hold it.\n\nHe would grow from it.\n\nHe just needed –\n\n[i]A Dragon Slut serves a Master.[/i]\n\nThat. That was what he needed. He needed a master to help guide him through this. Once he had that, he would be able to think clearly again. When he could think clearly again, he’d know what he could do better.\n\nWhen he had a Master, he would be a proper dragon once more, a monk that followed the Precepts. Properly.\n\nBut for now…he would edge. Edge, and edge, and edge…\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]",
"description_bbcode_parsed": "Art by Hyenaface Story by me, Draconicon Commissioned by Justacritic
Nathan is suffering the effects of the corruptive magic, getting more and more obsessed with his dick.
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The Enlightenment of the Monastery Chapter 2 For justacritic By Draconicon
Three days passed since the sorcerer’s visit, and in that time, strange purple markings began to spread along the golden walls of the monastery. At first, there was little interest in them, for they were on the living scales of the barrier, and those scales always fell, eventually. As such, it was only a matter of time before the new markings faded.
But rather than fading, the markings spread, going from one scale to another, and with each new piece touched, the purple markings became ever more elaborate. They spread up and down the walls, pulsing with a strange life all their own, and they retained both their light and their strange sense of life when they fell from the walls and were passed out to the monks.
In the past, it would have been sensible to remove the scales from the general populace of the monastery, but with the strange light that they emitted, it was decided that it was better that the monks – seen as controlled, strong-willed individuals – keep hold of them rather than risking it spreading anywhere else. Brother Nathan had agreed at the time. Now…
A Dragon monk is generous…
The first precept echoed through his head as he forced himself to keep his eyes closed, all too aware of the purple light that filled the meditation hall these days. He was able to feel it pulsing through the air around him, and more, through him, adding to the strange pleasure and pressure of that first night after the sorcerer had walked the walls. The red dragon hissed under his breath, barely resisting the strange pulse and throb that went up through his cock, making it bounce between his thighs.
Somewhere behind him, he heard the soft ‘splut’ of some fluid hitting the floor, and he knew that someone else had already felt a near-climax. So far, the monks had not broken their vows of chastity, but some were coming dangerously close.
A Dragon Monk endures…
Though these days, some joked that they were less enduring life and more enduring the constant edge that they were riding. It was a dull joke, a dark joke, considering that not one of them had gone soft for more than forty-eight hours, and it was rumored that some had been throbbing hard for nearly the full time since the departure of the feline.
He gritted his teeth as he felt another throb, matching the pulse of light in the air around him. So far, that had been all that the purple writing had done, making them horny, making them hard. It didn’t take away from the rest of their work, but…
Another precept. He’d missed it, and they were on the fifth, now.
A Dragon Monk is focused on enlightenment.
They were, they were, though there were times in the last day where he’d wondered if that focus was shifting. They didn’t seem as focused on anything but the rods between their legs, these days, and it concerned him. How long could they keep living like this? How long could they maintain the Sixth?
A Dragon Monk serves a higher purpose.
The throb that came with that one seemed almost too telling, his cock hurting from how hard it was and how desperate it had become. He clenched his teeth tightly as he felt the sheer urgency to blow that came from between his legs. His balls, oh his balls ached such as they hadn’t since he was a teen. He wanted so bad to reach down and touch himself, but no. No, this was still the time of public meditation, even if –
Gong.
Gong.
Gong.
The ringer of the gong had taken to hitting it three times instead of the former singular strike, the change the result of so many of the monks starting to get lost in their own heads as the pleasure climbed higher and higher between their legs. Even he, knowing that it wasn’t quite right, felt the urge to touch himself most of the time, even when they were in public.
The gong. Yes. The time of public meditation was over, and he was allowed to stand.
Nathan pulled himself to his feet, groaning as he felt the tension leaving his legs. His eyes opened, and he was almost washed away with the purple in the air. The light glowed from all sides of the wall that surrounded the monastery, and though the gold scales still shimmered in the distance, one could not ignore the purple laid over it. There were times when he almost swore that the purple light was reflected in the eyes of the other dragons, and there were times when he feared that it was the same with his own eyes.
The other monks were in a similar state to him. To a one, they were rock-hard, and most of them were dribbling at least token droplets of pre-cum to the wooden floor beneath them. Others were almost sliming it up as they walked along, their shafts swinging like a musician’s metronome back and forth between their legs. Others still were doing their best to stare straight ahead rather than looking down, and Nathan wished that he was one of them.
Instead, he looked at every dick that swung along as they walked by, aware of his own and how much it dripped. He gritted his teeth as he looked down at it, hardly believing just how…needy it was. Even this long after joining the monastery, he remembered how he’d felt before he’d taken the oaths of chastity, and he was all but sure that it had never been this bad. This…this was something else.
“Brother Nathan.”
He turned. It was Brother Ethan, the blue dragon that had helped calm them the first day. The other dragon was not in a good way, his face slightly red and his eyes hazed over…and his shaft hard as could be.
It was still difficult to get used to the fact that they were all naked. The High Abbot had said, as the loveable grandfather that he was to so many of them, that he would allow them to take to their tasks in the nude to save on the washing up. The first day, the monks had attempted to continue as they had, but that stopped when they realized how close they were to cumming at any given moment. The sheer pleasure and grind and rubbing stimulation of their tight clothes over their sensitive hard-ons made it all but impossible for them to not leak all the time, and even the pressure of their robes over their chests, the stimulation of the cloth against their nipples, was often enough to make it difficult to focus.
Nudity became the order of the day in short order, though it was still hard for them to entirely deal with it. He still believed that there was something wrong with flashing everything so easily, but he was not the one in charge.
He was, however, more than slightly aroused by it. He put his hands behind his back to avoid temptation and bowed.
“Brother Ethan.”
“You are…doing well?”
“Well enough. The Third Precept is my guide today.”
“Yes. A Dragon Monk endures – well, we endure.”
He was going to continue it, possibly into the joke. He was glad that Ethan did nothing of the sort; it was too true for Nathan at the moment.
They set out, walking side by side towards the meal hall. All around them, other dragons were keeping their hands carefully to their sides and backs, but there were ways around not touching themselves, and he saw it used regularly. The gentle, ‘accidental’ nudge of a shaft against someone else’s thigh, or the flexing of the muscles between the legs to tighten up and tease the shaft that way, or the general rubbing of one’s rump rather than reaching forward: all of those things avoided the actual problematic issue of teasing one’s shaft.
Not that they were all avoiding it. He knew that there were at least a few dragons that had broken that rule during the private meditation at night. He was one of them.
“Brother Nathan? I have a question for you.”
“Ask away,” he said.
“What is your answer to the Sixth?”
“…My purpose?”
“Yes.”
“That is a very private question, Brother Ethan.”
“I only ask because…”
“Yes?”
“…I seem to have lost mine.”
Nathan stopped in his tracks, and Ethan did the same but a step later. The blue dragon’s face was a mess, bright red along the edge of his snout as he covered his forehead, huffing as his cock twitched upward.
“I was always focused on…on keeping focused, on keeping us free. My purpose was our protection, but now…”
“There is no protecting someone against this.”
“No…and it’s not…bad,” the blue admitted. “Not good, but not…not something that hurts us.”
“So, what do you –”
“I need…a purpose. I need something to tell me what to do. Something to…to focus me through all…”
Nathan sympathized, he really did, but it was hard for him to think of a solution. They were all suffering from a lack of direction; the Grandfather didn’t really have an idea, for all that the High Abbot was supposed to guide them through these difficult situations. They were all fending for themselves, lacking any real purpose, direction –
Or masters.
The thought came to him out of nowhere, and he was shocked to think of it. Monks did not have masters; they had rules. Yet, the idea, once voiced, did not seem as bad as he had imagined it would be. The idea of someone guiding him, pointing him towards the task that he must do, showing him how he could direct himself so that enduring the constant lust wouldn’t be as hard…it didn’t seem like such a bad thing.
“…We need…”
“Yes?” Ethan asked, looking desperate.
“It’s merely an idea.”
“I will take anything.”
“There…may be a bending of the Sixth that might help.”
“Bending – you would – that would be against all tradition…”
“What we are facing is unlike anything that we’ve ever seen. There may not be a tradition that can save us,” Nathan said, shaking his head. “Look at us. We’re standing in the middle of the holy monastery, naked, dripping…all but desperate to break our oaths of chastity right here and now, if we were given permission.”
“…You are not wrong.”
“There may need to be bent rules to survive this.”
“So…how would you bend the Sixth?”
“We…serve a master.”
“A –”
“It isn’t so wrong as it seems on the surface,” he said. “And we wouldn’t serve just any master. It would need to be the right one.”
A strong one.
“A strong one,” he said, barely aware that he had repeated something that had come to him out of nowhere. “Someone that was capable of enduring the same things that we have, and had come out better for it.”
“…I can see the sense in that.”
“The difficulty is finding someone like that.”
“Truly, you are unfortunately right…” Brother Ethan sighed. “I will follow the Third, and the Second, until we find one.”
Nathan hadn’t meant to suggest that they find a master, but once Ethan had floated the concept, it didn’t sound unappealing. The only issue was the fact that they were all suffering from the same thing, and…
Well, there was no relief. Not really. Not while the glow continued.
As Ethan left him behind, heading to the meal hall, the red dragon turned around. The egg-shaped walls that rose all around them were supposed to be the sign of their protection from the rest of the world, the blessing of dragonhood on all those that rested and lived within them. These days, with the purple glow…
Pulse.
Throb.
Pulse.
Throb.
Pulse.
Throooooob.
His cock ached between his legs, and his hands clenched to fists as he struggled to avoid touching it. Food would be the next best distraction, and he tried to recall the Precepts as he walked up the stairs to his meal.
A Dragon Monk is…generous…
With his actions, and his body.
A Dragon Monk is disciplined…
When he is not distracted.
A Dragon Monk endures…
He endures pleasure so more may come.
A Dragon Monk is focused on enlightenment…
And enlightenment through sustained pleasure was not a bad thing…
A Dragon Monk serves a higher calling…
Or a master.
Nathan’s head swam as he walked into the meal hall, and he only hoped that something, anything, would distract him from his throbbing cock.
#
From meal to chores they went, and as they did, it was harder and harder to ignore the throbbing cocks all around him and the bare rumps. The monastery had no stigma against those that loved their fellow males the way that they did their fellow females, so long as they didn’t engage in actions that broke chastity, but there was still more than the usual amount of staring between those engaged in cleaning up the monastery.
Nathan was no exception. Even as he took up a broom to sweep over the plaza at the center of the monastery, he was aware of how much he stared at the different men around him. They were tall, broad-shouldered, thick and sexy –
The red dragon groaned, his cock jumping and slapping against the shaft of the broom. He bit his lip and went back to work, though his eyes continued to roam.
I can’t do this forever…
Sooner or later, his endurance would wane. Even the joking nature of enduring edging that the Third had taken on was not something that he could do for the rest of his life. His cock screamed for attention, oozing and sliming the underside of his shaft, pulsing against his foreskin with more and more need.
He could feel the slime bubbling beneath that thin layer of flesh, filling it out, making the whole thing roll and bloat from time to time before some of the slime oozed outward. He groaned at the high-pressure ooze down there, feeling it adding to the mess that coated the rest of his cock, adding to the scent that filled the air.
Musk.
Musk.
Musk everywhere, the scent coming from one dragon after another. The practice yards were particularly bad, considering the scent was stronger with the smell of sweat and hard work, but it was coming from everywhere. Little puddles formed wherever they walked, and even those that had been given mops to clean it away were only adding to it as they went along. He looked back the way he’d come, seeing the wet spots on the stone courtyard, and he bit his lips in embarrassment.
And…well, pride.
Pride in pleasure.
Pleasure in pride.
He slowed his sweeping, his hand dropping down once more, and this time, he gripped his cock at the base. A slow pull down dragged the foreskin back from the head, and he huffed under his breath, groaning as he felt the breath of evening air against the head of his shaft properly. He dragged his hand back up, coating it in the slimy flesh, rubbing around the covered tip, before dragging it back into the open again.
It was like playing with a spigot, and his cock oozed far more the longer he spent touching it. So much, so much mess.
He whimpered under his breath as he realized just how horny he was, on the verge of humping his hand for relief. The Third filled his head again –
A Dragon Monk endures edging.
He could not endure, but he could endure edging. He pulled his hand back to keep from spoiling his record, shaking his head as he huffed and puffed, moving on with his chores.
More and more, the light around him pulsed, keeping him hard, keeping him erect and…and wet down there. It was more than just the throbbing now, though. As he looked down, he saw a hint of the purple reflected over his shaft, lines of the strange light creeping up from his groin to his stomach. He didn’t know what it meant, but he knew that it was more than just a reflection. It was getting bigger, brighter with every passing out.
The red dragon gritted his teeth, shaking his head as he pushed on. He swore it was getting more sensitive, and more –
“Nnngh. Nnngh.”
He paused, turning to his left. Between two of the study halls were two of his fellow monks, the dragons pressed against the side of one building and –
His eyes all but bugged out of their sockers as he realized that they were fucking. The yellow dragon had the white one pinned to the wall, their tails were up, and they were fucking. One fat cock pushing between hard, muscled ass cheeks, pushing deep and taking it further than he had ever imagined a monk taking such a thing. He could hear them panting, was sure that they were about to break the chastity oath –
Only for the yellow to pull out, panting as he did, his cock jerking and bouncing. They turned around, the white taking his turn on ‘top’, and started slamming in, bucking and fucking away with abandon.
Why…
The answer came as he had the chance to get a better look at them from behind. The white dragon’s cheeks were still slightly spread from the fuck, and the same purple light that glowed over his own crotch was burning brightly between the cheeks. As soon as he saw it, he felt the pulsing that went through his cock return to his hole, something that he had all but forgotten about after that first night.
“Nnngh…”
He gritted his teeth, slumping back against the building as his cock bounced, twitched, spitting pre-cum all over the cobblestones beneath him. The broom shook in his grip, and he finally gave up holding back, reaching down to touch himself.
Pulse.
He moaned as he felt the urge to stuff something between his cheeks, but he resisted it, focusing entirely on the pleasure that was running through his cock. Yet, at the same time, the pulsing, the throbbing, the need was there. The puffiness that he’d seen in the reflection came back in a rush, and he moaned as he felt it grinding between his cheeks.
Pulse.
“Mmmph…”
He was moaning, whimpering, his teeth clenched so tight that it hurt, but unlike how it went on the first day, he just couldn’t stop. He gripped his cock and started stroking, pulling it up and down, spraying his pre-cum all over the ground. He panted as he jerked himself right there, right out in the open, all those thoughts of holding back sliding away as he realized that the Precepts offered no protection to him.
What were they? What could…
A Dragon Slut is generous…with his body.
No, no, that wasn’t right. They were –
Pulse.
He groaned, all but humping his hands as he slid down the wall of the meditation hall behind him. Nathan’s hands were slimed, wet with pre-cum, and yet they slid along his cock with ease and eagerness. He humped between his fingers, unable to stop himself, grinding against his digits as he worked himself into an utter frenzy.
Yet, still, he tried to think of the Precepts.
A Dragon…A Dragon Monk –
Pulse.
No, no, slut. Slut. A Dragon Slut.
Pulse.
A Dragon Slut is…is…
Pulse.
A Dragon Slut is…used by everyone.
There was something different about it, something that was not quite the same as it was supposed to be. He vaguely remembered that there was something about generosity, but what was a generous behavior if it wasn’t offering one’s body up for the use of others?
Nathan groaned, his cock throbbing all the harder, and the pulsing of the walls echoed through his cock, through his ass. He was so close, so fucking close –
Gong.
Gong.
Gong.
The triple gongs calling everyone to their quarters for sleep and meditation was nearly impossible to ignore, and yet, there he was, barely holding to sanity. He whimpered, moaning under his breath as he slowly let go of his cock. As soon as his hand came off, he wanted to put it back, and that want, that need, was nearly enough to leave him weeping.
What is happening to me?
There was no clear answer. As he sat there, squatting with his cock throbbing between his legs, a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see the silver-scaled face of the Grandfather, the High Abbot looking down at him with sympathy and an ache that echoed his own needs. The older dragon’s shaft bobbed up and down right in front of his face, oozing with a long, silver string of pre-cum that ran from the tip all the way to the stones below.
They both stood there for nearly a minute before the High Abbot was able to turn away. Nathan wasn’t sure what he would have done if the other dragon hadn’t taken the initiative there. He didn’t want to think about it.
#
He had resisted his cock for nearly half an hour after entering his chambers. He had lit his candles properly, and he had held the meditative squat for nearly that whole length of time. Nathan had felt rather proud of himself; for once, it felt like he might be able to be better than the temptation all around him, but even as he meditated, even as he held that position, the Precepts felt wrong…and right.
A Dragon Slut is used by others.
A Dragon Slut is wanton.
A Dragon Slut endures edging.
A Dragon Slut is obsessed with denial.
A Dragon Slut is focused on sexual highs.
A Dragon Slut serves a Master.
They came to him all wrong, jumbled up with need and fantasy rather than the focus and determination that they had always brought him before, and yet, at the same time, they were rewarded with pulses of pleasure in the air around him. The low moans from the other rooms told him that the other dragons were no less tempted, fighting against their natures even as their weapons faltered before them.
Nathan tried to remember why he had come to the monastery in the first place. Dragons were seen as beasts, but here, they were seen as something better. The monks had found a way to be better, to keep the instincts at bay that frightened everyone else, and to control themselves in a way that made the rest of the world accept them. This place, this monastery, was supposed to be the place where all those urges were controlled, leashed, taken care of.
And yet, here he squatted, naked, his cock throbbing for all to see in the reflections the light cast on the paper walls. He groaned, his cock jumping, twitching, dripping one long string of pre-cum after another to the floor, only for his cock to jump and flick it against the wall to leave another stain.
“Nnngh…mmmph…”
He felt like he was on fire, and the worst of it came from the scales gathered around him on the floor. They were the newest ones, the latest shed from the golden wall, and they were covered with the same purple writing as the rest of it. Thick, twining, sinuous, almost like grasping tendrils of light that wrapped around the dragon scales and left them looking like they had been overgrown. He shivered, his toes curling against the floor of his room as he imagined those tentacles sliding free and doing unspeakable things to him.
A Dragon Slut is used by others.
A Dragon Slut is wanton.
A Dragon Slut endures edging.
A Dragon Slut is obsessed with denial.
A Dragon Slut is focused on the ultimate pleasure.
A Dragon Slut serves a Master.
The Precepts were wrong, but they felt so right. He wanted…he desperately wanted to be used by others, he felt, the back of his mind burning with the idea of someone bending him over right then and there. Oh, the thought of actually having something parting his cheeks, scratching the itch around his hole that he couldn’t do anything about on his own, felt downright divine.
The purple light was burning brightly between his cheeks. He could see it now, could feel the pulses around his hole as the purple light shone on the floor just under him. His eyes…his eyes felt like they were filled with some sort of purple fire, as if the world was burning with that same enchanted light.
Pulse.
Throb.
Clench.
Pulse.
Throb.
Clench.
His body was tightening up, shaking, drenched in his own juices and in the sweat rolling down his spine and chest. His muscles were rolling, rippling as he struggled to catch his breath, his tail trying to push itself higher to show off his ass that much more, and the purple light made him feel like he was drowning in the strange tingles that they put off.
A Dragon Slut is used by others.
A Dragon Slut is wanton.
A Dragon Slut endures edging.
A Dragon Slut is obsessed with denial.
A Dragon Slut is focused on the ultimate pleasure.
A Dragon Slut serves a Master.
He couldn’t take it. Not anymore.
The dragon grabbed for the candle, lowering it between his legs. For all that it burned out over the course of an hour, there was still more than enough of it left for his purposes. He lowered his ass to it, the scales heating up for a moment before the fire was smothered between his ass cheeks, drowned in sweat and scales in less than an instant. The fire had softened most of the wax, but not all of it. And the heat –
“MMMPH!”
Was a perfect match for his inner walls at that moment. He moaned as he sank down on it, pulling it past his puffy pucker, dragging it deeper into his hole. It was sucked right off the floor as he lifted his ass back up. The pressure right on his hole, the sense of utter satisfaction of having it inside him – oh, that was…that was…
“Ah…ah…”
He lost himself to the need. Wrapping one hand around his cock, he jerked it hard while gripping the candle in his claws. He worked it in and out at the same frenzied pace that he worked his cock, feeling his pleasure rising and his cock…his cock felt…
Am I…
He was getting bigger, and there was no denying that. Little by little, his cock was slowly filling his hand up that much more. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could make out others that were losing themselves into the pleasure, touching, stroking, doing so much more with their cocks than they were ever allowed to before.
A Dragon Slut is used by others.
A Dragon Slut is wanton.
A Dragon Slut endures edging.
A Dragon Slut is obsessed with denial.
A Dragon Slut is focused on the ultimate pleasure.
A Dragon Slut serves a Master.
Stroke.
Pulse.
Stroke.
Pulse.
Stroke.
Pulse.
Stop. He pulled his hand back from his shaft, his hole clenching down all the harder on the candle. It was so close to breaking, and he had to lean against the wall to slow himself. His fingers curled tight around the supportive timbers, his breath ragged between his teeth as he let his cock sag, dripping, almost there but not quite over the edge. He was so close, but the third Precept –
A Dragon Slut endures edging.
He would take it.
He would hold it.
He would grow from it.
He just needed –
A Dragon Slut serves a Master.
That. That was what he needed. He needed a master to help guide him through this. Once he had that, he would be able to think clearly again. When he could think clearly again, he’d know what he could do better.
When he had a Master, he would be a proper dragon once more, a monk that followed the Precepts. Properly.
But for now…he would edge. Edge, and edge, and edge…