Donamer and The Many Little Steps Of The DragonScout Master Initiation
by tannim
April 14, 2016

	"It's an honor to be chosen to be a boy's DragonScout Master!"

	"WHAT WAS THAT, WANNABE DRAGONSCOUT MASTER?!"

	Donamer winced as the older scoutmaster tightened the bonds holding him down over the narrow bridge.  He hadn't expected an initiation to the dragonscouts to be so intense or so embarrassing given what they'd told him he'd be doing.  The older dragons had been surprisingly gentle stripping him at least.  Too bad they'd been rougher tying him hands to hips and ankles to ankles to the fourteen inch wide foot bridge over a valley.  He wasn't sure what they had in mind afterward, though.

	"IT IS AN HONOR TO BE CHOSEN AS A BOY'S DRAGONSCOUT MASTER, SIR!"

	"You are right.  It is an honor.  See you in an hour." The older dragon kicked Don's embarrassment erection. "And DO try to lose THAT."

	It was very peaceful staring up at the sky with just the sounds of nature, for the first few minutes.  Then it got very dull and hot with the sun beating down on him  He did indeed lose his erection  and was very nearly passing out by the time he heard the voices and marching boots coming toward him.

	Since he couldn't lift his head up to look more than a few inches, he didn't see the line of scouts until they were  right at the start of the bridge.  They were somewhat young, given their badge ranks and uniforms.  None would be older than nine.  By the sound of the laughing, talking, yelling, and other voices, there were a LOT of them.

	To the side he heard the other scoutmasters giving orders. "HOLD UP, SCOUTS! We will be crossing a bridge now.  STOP THAT GIGGLING FRONT GROUP.  You WILL take off your hiking boots AND SOCKS and you WILL walk SLOWLY across the bridge in an ORDERLY fashion SINGLE FILE.  The bridge WILL be UNSTEADY so you WILL hold onto the side rail as you walk.  DO NOT stop and do NOT step over the speed bump on the bridge.  You WILL walk on top of it as much as possible."

	There was more giggling from the group of cubs who could see Donamer's naked blue body tied in place.  By the noise there had to be more than one hundred, which would be all three platoons of dragonscouts that had been at the camp.  His head was spinning as they were all going to see him and, more so, they were all apparently going to be walking over him.  They were going to be walking all over him barefoot.

	He swallowed hard.  They were going to be walking over him bare foot while he was bare.  All so young with such soft feet.  The heat had to be making him delirious, but it sure felt like it was real when the first boy gingerly stepped on his left foot.

	Donamer saw him look shyly back to the other scoutmaster, then down at Don, then straight ahead as he stepped onto Donamer's knee, then belly, chest, and over his face.  The scoutmaster yelled something, though with the boy's hot damp feet still lingering on him, the bound dragon didn't hear what.  The chubby eight year old backed up over him though to do it again, taking much shorter steps so it took more steps to walk over him.

	"WE ARE NOT IN A HURRY.  No long steps, this is a pleasant day and we are going to take our time and enjoy it.  I am sure you agree that the NEW scoutmaster WANTS TO ENJOY IT WITH US every STEP of the way."

	There was more laughter, though again only from those close enough to see what they were talking about.  The trail wound a long way back and most couldn't see him yet.  Every one was going to  be going over him.

	As the first boy walked over him again, followed immediately by the second and third and all the rest, Donamer was ok with that.  He was even more ok when the more mischievous boys though they'd be mean and walk on his sheath, penis, and testicles.  They were walking single file and very close together, so none really got to look back at him without other boys blocking the view.  The first ones scouts had no idea how stiff he'd grown by even the twelfth boy walking on him.

	Don had a good view himself of only the first boy, then it was only soft young arches, heels, heel spurs, toes, and those other interesting bits of feet that he'd grown so fond of.  The colors were wonderful, as were the light sweat and the texture variance between each scout.  He wasn't sure where to focus his attention.

	They were pleasant on his face, with some boys managing to slip their toes into his lips when they stepped on him right, poke at a nostril, or simply flat footed his muzzle.  They were pleasant on his chest and legs with that light cub sweat  making their soles slide along his own slick skin, but they were most pleasant walking on his groin.  He felt those the briefest, but he also fest them the most.

	Most of the boys actively tried to step on his erection and balls once they realized they were there and fully exposed.  Some even tried to stomp on them, just to be mean or for fun.  Donamer didn't like the ball busting at all, but there was certainly something to be enjoyed about that soft foot skin slapping his cock repeatedly.  Far more worked his dick over than his balls and he was in heaven.

	Little foot after little foot trod all over him with one of the scoutmasters going through after quite a lot of scouts.  Don felt the much bigger feet over him but didn't mind at all.  It made the small sets that came after even better for the contrast.

	He had no idea how long he was under the boys.  They just kept coming.  There was a break in the parade of little ones for another adult, which was the only indication he had of progress being made, but after that, they kept coming again and his cock kept throbbing as it kept getting stepped on.

	The pitter patter of little feet filled his ears and the scent, sight, and feel of them filled the rest of his senses.  There were a few wonderful tastes when one of the scouts walked slower and tried to be funny by slipping his toes or heel into Donamer's mouth, but they'd just let out a grunt or laugh of surprise when the bound dragon's tongue slid over them.  They couldn't hear his snuffling or feel the kisses he gave as many as he could.  He was so happy and even more so very needy.

	None of the boys stroked him long enough for more than a teasing, though with so many they may as well have.  The pleasure from them was building and he could feel the orgasm slowly approaching.  He could also hear the noise of scouts getting lighter.  They were almost all across.  Donamer had been avoiding doing it, but when he realized they were almost gone, he pushed his hips up into the little feet instead of passively enjoying it.

	None of them even noticed his extra thrusting against them.  It didn't help much, either.  He got a little more friction from a couple little soles but they had to step over him faster to keep from falling.  When he realized it, he stopped and lay back.  There were only a couple voices left and there was a lot more daylight.  Another large pair of feet, the last scoutmaster, walked over him and looked up to see just one scout walking toward him.

	He was one of the younger troop, judging by the uniform, with glasses on his muzzle and wearing pants rather than shorts like the other scouts.  The boy took off his boots as had been passed down the line and as the only one not across the bridge took his time to put some distance between the rest and himself before walking onto the bound blue dragon.  There were shouts to hurry up from the bulk of his troop, but he just stood on Donamer's legs and looked down at the older dragon's stiff dick and giggled.

	Don looked up, breathing hard, and feeling the young feet on his thighs.  The seven year old poked his dick with one and seemed to enjoy the grunt that it got.  He poked it a few more times, with his arch and then heel spur before stepping right onto it despite Donamer's hips bucking against his sole the second his weight was on it.  The young dragon almost lost his balance at the thrust and grabbed onto the railing before quickly stepping off onto Don's stomache.

	"Urrrg... please stand on it a while! I won't move, I promise."

	"Huh... Ok... I guess."

	The situation was too funny not to put his foot back on.  Its twin followed a couple seconds later when he wasn't bucked off.  The boy shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to find the best way to stand on an adult dragon's erect dick and Donamer dug his claws into the bridge to try and keep from moving.

	"Gr... great work, Scout.  Keep doing..." He sucked in a loud breath, eyeing the name label on the uniform through the pleasure. "Exactly that, Tannim."

	"Why?" Tannim felt the thick cock's throbbing heat through his soles and rather enjoyed the live feeling of it. "It feels funny, so I guess I can... Why are you on the bridge all naked and tied up?"

	"No... reason." Don grunted at the boy shifting faster until he was hopping from foot to foot.

	Tannim's weight wasn't much, but it was plenty to squish Donamers stiff cock into his pelvis and lower belly.  Thick soles on those soft young feet spread out around his sensitive flesh stroking some of the sides as well as the top, driving the already needy blue dragon onward toward his orgasm.  His last chance scout looked to be having fun stepping on him and ignoring the growing call to get across already.

	Panic built as much as the pleasure in his loins.  Big boots stepped onto the other side of the bridge and the clopping came closer quickly.  He saw Tannim look up to the approaching scoutmaster, then saw the boy jump and stomp down onto him once, twice, and up for a third.  The orgasm stopped him from actually seeing the boy stomp him a third time.  All that extra pressure and impact from those feet was just too much at last.

	Semen squirted up over Tannim's soles and up the boy's ankles three times before a hand grabbed the young scout and pulled him away.  Donamer didn't see which scoutmaster it was.  His eyes had rolled up from the powerful release and he was far too distracted with his own pleasure to care about how it looked.  He felt six more loads land on his own well trod upon belly and chest before  he came back down and simply stared up at the sky with a blissful vague smile.

	It was another hour in the sun, naked and exposed, before the other scoutmasters came back.  Nobody said anything as they stood around him at first, then the oldest scoutmaster untied him.  He had a stern look on his face, but the others were smirking.

	The old dragon tugged him up onto his feet and glared. "Well, you put on a FINE show, now DIDN'T you?"

	"I think he did.  Some of those boys got quite a laugh..."

	"Shut it, Ranber!" He glared at Donamer again. "What do you think you were doing? You should have told that scout to stop long before you ... finished."

	"You know, I thought he was enjoying that a bit too much.  Who knew?"

	"I suppose we can't complain too much.  Everybody APPEARS to have had a good time... Fine.  I'll let it slide this time, Donamer.  Do NOT let me catch you do it again!"

	Ranber handed him his clothes back while the old scoutmaster hurried off. "Remember, he said CATCH you doing it again.  Welcome to the elite dragon scouts, DragonScout master Donamer!"
