by M. Rode
Lan shook his head, still smiling. “I told you, it belongs to me. It would be my honor to put it on you."
I eyed the coiled dragon as if it might suddenly strike out and bite me. Fashioned so that the length of the dragon's body would encircle a man's cock, the dragon's head curved in an arch that would allow it to rest on the head of his penis. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the thick fang at its mouth would fit neatly into the urethra. A shiver ran down my spine and directly into my balls as I felt myself stir excitedly at the thought of it.
But the thing was fourteen hundred years old! I was afraid to touch it, let alone wear it. What if I broke it?
"Please. It would mean a great deal to me.” Lan put a hand on my arm.
Oh, hell. What could it hurt? It was made of stone, wasn't it? I couldn't really damage it unless I dropped it. Licking my lips in anticipation, I nodded and unbuttoned my pants. Still unzipped from Lan's handjob, I slid them down past my hips, baring my cock and balls fully.
San lowered himself gracefully to his knees before me, his head bowed, holding the jade ring in both hands like an offering. Sliding his fingers under my sac, he lifted them with such reverence that he made it seem as if my balls were sacred relics.
First one ball was pushed through the ring, again with great tenderness, then the next. Lan's pretty mouth opened, and he sucked briefly on the head of my cock before pushing that through as well. The ring slid to the base of my dick, the dragon's head sitting neatly on the crown. San's eyes flashed up at me for a moment, black with desire, before gently fitting the dragon's fang into the tiny slit at the head of my penis.
The jade dragon was heavier than I'd expected, weighing my package down, but I found the feeling of containment it provided, and of the cool stone meeting my hot flesh, wonderfully different and exciting. Looking down at my cock, the dragon's ruby eyes glinted in the light of the display, seeming to wink at me.
A soft moan escaped my lips as Lan lightly petted the dragon's head. “Beautiful,” he said, smiling. “Now, you are mine."
Huh?
"Excuse me?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. “Yours? Lan, we've just met. Look, I have to admit that you have fabulous taste in jewelry, but I'm not into the whole committed relationship thing. It never works out for me, you know? I like having a few laughs, some great sex, and then—"
"You wear my symbol. You are mine.” Lan's eyes flashed with sudden anger, his previously soft, velvet voice sounding as hard and rough as granite.
I opened my mouth to retort, ready to tell him that I didn't appreciate his possessive attitude and what exactly he could do with his jade dragon, when suddenly the world tipped away and everything went black.
* * * *
My head felt as though it weighed a thousand pounds, a headache hammering away at my temples when I woke. As my eyes fluttered open, I thought for a moment that I was in my own bed, that I had dreamed it all—Lan, the jade dragon, his sudden shift in temperament, everything.
That lasted all of a minute, until I came fully awake.
It only took one look around me to confirm that something was wrong—very wrong.
I was lying on a bed, but it wasn't mine with its familiar lumps and springs and ratty old comforter. This bed was as soft as goose down, piled high with yards of bright red silk cloth. The material slid against my bare skin like liquid rubies, swishing softly with every movement.
The room I'd found myself in was round, with a domed, fifteen-foot ceiling braced with a latticework of bamboo. The walls were hung with more of the fine silk that was piled around me, panels of it painted with beautiful black ink designs of mountains and trees. Across from me was hung an exceptional painting of a chariot drawn by three prancing horses. In a corner stood an exquisitely wrought metal birdcage, decorated with dragons, and complete with a tiny metal bird sitting on a perch within it.
While all the colors were alive and vibrant, I noticed a predominate amount of red—red silk panels and sheets, a red lacquered bamboo screen carved with graceful cranes, a thick red rug that covered the wooden floorboards of the room.
And jade. There was jade everywhere, in many different colors, from tiny stones sewn into the painted panels to large statues placed on low shelves. All shades of green were present, but there was white jade too, as well as pink, yellow, brown, purple, and black. Almost all of the jade accents and statuary seemed to have been crafted by the same masterful hand that had fashioned the dragon cock ring.
Several burners trailed lazy coils of smoke thick with scents of jasmine, cloves, and cinnamon into the air. A bowl sat near my elbow, artfully arranged with sections of mandarin oranges, dotted with strawberries and litchi.
I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. An unusual feeling of heaviness drew my attention to my crotch. The dragon cock ring was still in place. Surprisingly, even thought I had blacked out, my penis had never fully softened. Despite my situation, I knew that I could achieve a hard-on with very little stimulation. Worse, I couldn't take the damn thing off while my cock was hard.
Damn Lan for putting it on me, and damn me for liking the fucking thing.
"Lan!” I roared, jumping to my feet. I realized at that point that, aside from my decorative cock ring, I was naked. Not that I let that stop me. I stalked across the room, determined to find the little bastard who'd drugged me and taken me ... where? That was the question of the day. Where the hell was I? Was I still in the museum, or had he taken me elsewhere? If so, he had to have had help. I was too big for him to move easily by himself. “Lan! Where the hell are you?"
I pushed through a curtain of strung ivory-and-jade beads. Instantly, I found my way blocked by the crossed swords of two large men dressed like extras from The Last Samurai. Their faces were grim, lips curled, dark brows knitted under conical hats that looked as if they'd been fashioned from bronze. Their shoulders, chests, hips and legs were covered with flaps of leather to which thin strips of metal had been fastened, covered with hundreds of ivory studs. Blue silk edged the leather, matching their silk underlay and the leggings that tucked into high leather boots.
Light glinted off the crossed, slightly curved blades, which looked wickedly sharp. The hafts were intricately carved and inlaid with ivory, gripped by calloused, scarred hands that looked as comfortable holding the swords as mine would have looked holding a pen.
"Um, I'm looking for Lan,” I said, trying to summon up a smile. As angry as I was, there was no point in further irritating the two angry men with the nice, sharp swords. I still had no idea where I was, or why I was being held there. Sooner or later, I told myself, I'd find my way outside or at least to a telephone.
One answered me in Chinese, a rapid-fire string of syllables that flowed one into the next. I had no idea what he said, but from the expression on his face it hadn't been very complimentary. The flat of his blade pressed against my chest, backing me through the curtain into the round room. The curtain swished gently, beads clacking, and he went back to his business of guarding the entrance.
I went back to my bellowing for Lan.
"Lan! Lan, you bastard! Where are you! Get your scrawny ass in here, now! I swear, Lan, when I get my hands on you I'm going to rip your head off and piss down your neck!"
Actually, I did have to pee, and was tempted to write my name in big yellow letters over Lan's walls just for spite. By now, my hard-on was full-on, aided by my need to urinate. The dragon's tooth bit deeper into the tiny slit on my penis’ head, further stimulating me.
It occurred to me that all I had to do was remove the tooth from my cock's head to take a piss. Perhaps then my dick would behave itself and soften enough to allow me to slip free from the dragon cock ring.
Somehow, I doubted it would be that easy.
"Come on, Lan! Have a heart! I have to pee!"
Another swish of the beaded curtain brought both guards into my room. They held the beads apart as Lan followed them in.
Finally!
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nbsp; "Lan, where the hell have you been? Where am I? How did I get here? Who are these guys? I don't know what game you're playing, but I want this fucking thing off me, and I want out of here,” I growled, glaring down at him.
"Silence!” Lan hissed up at me. The guards took a step forward, taking their cue from the tone of their boss’ voice. It was all I could do not to take a step backwards. Lan flicked his hand at the guards, and they retreated beyond the bead curtain. “You are honored to wear my crest. Serve me well, and I will return you to your time. Dishonor me again, and I will feed your entrails to the pigs."
"Okay. Hasn't anyone ever told you that meth is bad? The high lies, dude. Now get out of my way and call off your goons. I'm out of here. I'll mail this to you as soon as I get it off,” I said, flicking the jade dragon.
Lan had the audacity to smile. “Such bravery from a naked man who has no idea where he is or how he got there. Do you know why I chose you? You use men like disposable tissues. Use them once then throw them away. You care for nothing but your own pleasure. You are a poor master because you never learned how to submit. To be dominated. But I will teach you."
"Dominated? Bullshit. I'm no sub."
Lan laughed. “Fool yourself all you wish. You cannot hide your innermost needs from me, Mark. I saw it the moment you moved to touch my ring, but hesitated. You could sense its power. My power."
I glared at him, but couldn't deny the truth of what he said. Lan was small, but carried himself like a much larger man, full of dignity, poise, and authority.
"Your silence speaks volumes. I will allow you one more question before your training begins. After that, you will not speak unless I give you permission to do so. Should we leave this room, you will walk ten steps behind me. You will eat nothing, drink nothing that does not come from my hand. You will not even tend to your private bodily functions without my leave. Do you understand?"
I opened my mouth to tell him to go to hell, but surprisingly, nothing came out of it. There was something so compelling about him, something extraordinarily exciting about bending to his will, relinquishing control to him, about learning to submit to him that I found myself wavering. He was the only man I'd ever met had made me even consider subjugating myself. I told myself that it was the effect of whatever drug he'd slipped me, but something deep inside, something I didn't want to acknowledge, said otherwise. “Yes,” I finally agreed, although I had to force myself to say it. “I understand."
"Good. And your question?"
Which one? Which one? My mind raced. Where am I? Who was he, really? How did I get here? Had he drugged me? Was he some kind of hypnotist? How long would he keep me here?
I settled for the first question, the most simple. “Where am I?"
Lan smiled again. “You are home. My home. China, The Forbidden City. Do you remember when I told you that the dragon ring had been made for the son of the Emperor? I am that son. The year is 1626, and I have had the ring for just over a year now. You are not the first I have brought back through time, Mark. The first one was a near disaster. I did not speak his language. He did not speak mine. Training was ... difficult. He failed me."
"What? That's cra—"
Lan's hand shot up and smacked me hard on the cheek. “Your first lesson is to listen to your master when I speak. I said I would allow one question. I have answered it."
I don't know what hurt worse—the sting of Lan's hand on my cheek or the blow his displeasure delivered to my pride. Ordinarily, I would have ploughed my fist into the face of anyone who dared hit me, but I couldn't seem to do it this time.
It was a game, after all, I told myself, nothing but an intriguing roleplaying scene, albeit an elaborate one. Lan had caught my attention with it and I wanted to see it through to its end. And yet, I'd been playing it for all of five minutes and had already fucked up. That's why I felt embarrassed. Yeah, sure. That was it.
This place had to be in his home, decked out to look like ancient China. If he owned the artifacts in the museum then he had to have the money to pull something like this off. The dudes in the shiny metal armor with the sharp, nasty swords had to be on his payroll. They must have helped him move me from the Museum. Sure, that explained everything. Just a game. Okay, so I'll play, I decided.
I bowed my head submissively, resisting the urge to rub my stinging cheek.
"Good. Better,” Lan said. He traced a finger along the shaft of my cock, following the coiling path of the dragon ring. To my surprise, despite the unpleasantness of the past few minutes, I was still as hard as a rock.
"There is a pot in the corner there. Go piss."
Unable to stop myself because of the pressure in my bladder, I did as he ordered. The relief was immediate, although it did nothing to ease my hard-on. I walked back to Lan, my cock pointing due north.
"Never forget that I am your master, and you but nán-hái, a boy in the presence of his better. Now, on your knees."
My head screamed at me to lash out, to beat the arrogance out of Lan's voice, but my body betrayed me again by dropping to my knees with the speed of an express elevator. At eye level with Lan's crotch, I could plainly see the outline of his erection through the soft, loose pants he wore.
"Remove my pants. Do not use your hands."
Huh? Who the fuck did he think I was? Houdini? I stared at the waistband of his pants like a thief contemplating the lock on a steel bank vault, wondering the best way to begin.
Explosives were out of the question, I supposed.
Closing my eyes and swallowing my dignity like sour bile, I took the material between my teeth and began to work it down over his hips. It took several minutes for me to get his pants down to his ankles and slip them free from his bare feet.
Lan's cock was beautiful. It bobbed before my eyes, uncut, slender, as golden as the rest of him, and as hard as my own.
I actually whimpered, salivating like the runt of Pavlov's litter, and hated myself for it.
"Make me wet, nán-hái."
Suddenly the entire world shrunk to the seven inches that filled my vision. Closing my eyes, I reverently took him into my mouth like the devout would receive communion.
Lan's taste was salty-bitter, his foreskin softer than lamb's wool on my tongue. Inexplicably hungrier for him than for any other man I could remember wanting, I took him in as deeply as I could, until my nose brushed against his pubic hair. Breathing through my nose, I inhaled as much of his unique scent, man, musk, cinnamon, and cloves, as I could until I was drunk with it, swaying on my knees.
"Enough!” Lan growled, pulling away from me, ignoring my protesting moan. “On your feet, nán-hái."
Standing, I looked down at the top of Lan's head, noticing how his black hair gleamed with deep blue highlights at the crown. It was odd, but even though I was taller and broader than Lan, inside I felt as if I was smaller. In my mind, Lan loomed over me, ten feet tall, powerful, supreme.
My sac was swollen, my cock as hard as diamond, wet, aching with a need so powerful that it nearly brought tears to my eyes. The dragon ring grew unbearably tight, cinching the base of my penis, restricting blood flow, adding to my discomfort.
Cupping my balls, Lan squeezed me lightly.
"Do not come. You have not earned the pleasure of release. Do you understand?” He waited until I nodded, biting my lower lip painfully as I struggled for control. Tears overflowed, a sob hitching in my chest. Silently, I berated myself for allowing him to see my weakness, detesting the fact that I'd allowed him to subjugate me so easily, even as I felt gratitude for his instruction fill my heart.
"Bend over the bed."
I bit back the angry words that I wanted to spit at him, nearly choking on them. My mind roared with indignity, with anger, although my lips remained sealed. I'd always topped. Always! I'd never in my life given permission to anyone to dominate me, to breach me. Never. I was always the one in control, the one who orchestrated how and when it would happen. No one ever fucked me.
But my body
knew what I really wanted, although my mind was too stubborn to admit it. Even as my internal tirade raged, I'd bent over the bed, head resting on my arms, my legs spread wide. Waiting for him. Wanting him inside me. Needing him inside me.
When Lan touched the head of his cock to my hole, a powerful shiver ran up my spine. I knew what was coming. My body tried to prepare itself for the coming invasion by tightening up, my muscles clenching.
I received several swift, hard slaps on my right buttock for my troubles. Amazingly, the pain centered me, allowed me to focus and move past my fear. I relaxed and was rewarded by Lan's hands gripping my hips and his cock sliding slowly into my body.
The burning and discomfort were nothing compared to the feeling of fullness and connection that I felt as his cock pushed inside. He was in me, a part of me.
In that moment I felt more complete, more whole, than I ever had in my entire life.
Then Lan began to move, and my world shattered.
Each slap of his hips against my ass, every thrust, reverberated through my bones like a seismic event. I cried out in joy—I couldn't help myself, couldn't keep the overflowing ecstasy that flooded me silent. He didn't reprimand me; instead he gently rubbed my back, my flanks, speaking my name softly.
My cock ached fiercely as the urge to come grew into an all-consuming need; the dragon ring helped me keep my focus, but barely. Stars winked against my eyelids as Lan's cock hit a spot deep inside me that sent waves of pleasure rocketing through me, and I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood as I fought for control.
I let my mind wander, thinking of everything and anything to get it off the hard cock plowing into my ass, and my own erection gone sadly, painfully unattended. War. Murder. Horror movies. My grandparents, naked.
Lan moved faster, his thrusts growing faster, erratic. The hardest thing I'd ever had to do, more difficult even than submitting to him, was to keep myself from coming as Lan spilled deep inside me.
By the time he stopped and withdrew from my body, breaking our connection, I was sobbing openly.
