Choose gold

"All right, I choose gold," you say. The dragon's grin broadens and he tosses something to the floor in front of your hooves. It chimes and rings like a bell, the pure tone echoing through the chamber, bouncing from the crystal stalactites. Bending down, you pick up a long, slender wand of pure gold, the handle wrapped in silk. The shaft of the wand is almost two feet long, twisted in a slight spiral with several nodes studded along its length, probably containing elements of power.

"So, what am I to do with this?" you ask.

"I want to watch you slide it inside of your cock."

You stare at the dragon, speechless, then glance at the wand, then down at your cock, the head barely visible above the rim of your sheath. You look back at the dragon. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Indeed not," the scaly monster says. "You are to make yourself hard and then push that rod down your piss hole until you reach the handle. Refuse or fail and--"

"Yeah, yeah, you'll eat me, I remember," you say, eyeing the wand again. The gold shaft is very thin and delicate, but the nodes might give you some trouble, each one the size of a large pea, except for the one nearest the handle, which was almost the size of a grape. You imagine trying to stuff that into your cock, the smooth gold stretching your piss hole, and you feel yourself unexpectedly start to get hard.

"I see you're already getting started," the dragon hisses, his tongue flicking against your balls to help things alone. You have ****, so you take your cock in hand and stroke yourself to full hardness, watching gratefully as thick, slick precum bubbles up, lubricating your urethra. You still hold your breath, your hands trembling as you place the tip of the wand against your cockhead.

The dragon creeps closer, his hot breath washing over your naked body as he watches, his glowing eyes flickering like live coals. You gasp at the strange, intense sensation as you slide the first few inches of the wand down inside your cock, stopping at the first node to catch your breath. It's cold and hard, slowly warming from the heat of your body, pressing against the walls of that sensitive passage. It feels a little like when you cum, when the semen is **** through your cock, only instead of lasting for the length of a breath, this feeling doesn't stop.

"Keep going," the dragon says, his voice hungry, needy.

"Why do you take so much pleasure from this?" you ask him, gritting your teeth as you push that first node inside, the pleasure almost too intense to bear as your piss hole opens wide to accept it. You can feel the little bump as it slides down inside your thick shaft.

"Why? What else is there for me to do, besides lie on my hoard and dream up sexual pleasure that I will never get to experience?" He raises one large, scaled forefoot, his thick fingers clumsy and tipped with deadly talons. "Can you see me trying this on myself, with this? No, without hands I am barred from all but the basest sexual acts. And that gets very boring after a while. Now, tell me, what does that feel like?"

You reach the second node, your cock twitching in your hand as you slide it into your hole. "It...it feels like cumming hard, when the cream spurts from your cock, except it doesn't stop. I can hardly breathe, it feels so good, but it just won't stop."

The dragon makes a rumbling sound, like the purr of a big cat, and leans closer, placing the tip of his scaly nose against the end of the wand. You make helpless noises, your muscles tensing as he presses down on the wand, pushing it deeper into your cock. You don't dare pull away, even though it takes all your willpower to remain standing. Your legs shake, your pussy clenching and splattering thick juices on the floor.

"Please...please," you gasp as the last, largest node nears your cockhead. It's twice as big as the others. "Please, I can't..."

"Do it," the dragon hisses. "I'm sure you'll make a tasty snack if you don't."

Tears sting your eyes, not from pain, but from the intense, overwhelming pleasure singing through your cock, your nerves going crazy from the stimulation they were never meant to receive. You can't do it--you can't--but you must. You cry out as you **** that last node down into your tight piss hole, your flesh stretching around it, swallowing it deep. The rest of the wand shaft is easy by comparison, although you can feel that big node inside your cock when you run your hand up your aching rod.

"Well done," the dragon says. "Now, for the next task."

"C-can I take it out first?" you ask, the thought of removing it almost as unbearable as leaving it in. Every breath, every twitch, every movement causes it to shift within your urethra, rubbing and sliding against you humming nerves. You want to cum, desperately, but this is a strange pleasure, too intense to let you find your release.

"No, leave it in," the dragon says, causing you to **** back a sob. "It'll make things more interesting. Next choice, and I hope this one is more clear for you--do you want to make yourself cum, or shall I do it for you?"