Chapter 4 Probed And Inspected
PROBED AND INSPECTED
At the end of the hallway was a set of double doors, reddish wood inlaid with gold. Twin dragons were frozen in a perpetual dance on those doors, their golden scales gleaming.
Instead of heading for those doors, the dragon paused in front of a plainer guestroom. “This is yours.”
Ottis was baffled. “You’re not making me sleep in your bed?”
“No. I will perform all... inspections here.”
“You’re not looking for a full-time sex slave? After all those details in that contract?”
The dragon shrugged. “I need rest too, you know.”
Ottis had so many questions, and no answers to any of them. “Don’t you want to sleep on me to make sure I don’t escape?”
A strange expression flickered through the dragon’s face. “Maybe one day. Besides, you agreed to be kidnapped. The likelihood of you running away is very low.”
“Well, true.” Ottis followed when the dragon opened the guestroom door.
The bed in there was king-sized, and the covers looked so plush, Ottis wanted to leap onto the bed and snuggle in. He stepped out of his shoes.
“Clothes off,” the dragon said.
Heat razed through Ottis’ body. His breath caught, and his cock twitched. “Is it probing time?”
“Yes. Both you and your phone. Strip and get on the bed.”
The dragon’s commanding tone made him wet. Breathlessly, Ottis wriggled out of his shirt. It was only when he was undoing his pants, that he hesitated.
The dragon frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just... You’ve seen me limp,” Ottis mumbled.
“I won’t judge you for it. You should know that.”
Ottis shrugged self-consciously. “It’s ugly.”
Then he realized he’d said the wrong thing. The dragon was scarred, too.
Ottis froze in horror. “Crap! I don’t mean you! I meant my leg!”
In a hurry to prove himself, he hopped and squirmed awkwardly, trying to untangle himself from his pants. Then he tripped and fell sideways onto the bed, weakly kicking off his pants and underwear to show the dragon the thick, ropey scars running down the back of his right knee and calf.
The dragon’s mouth fell open. “That’s not... Sweetheart, that looks like it hurt a lot. Maybe it still hurts, even now.”
Ottis never looked at his own leg for very long, if he could help it. It was the result of a stupid mistake, and he would always blame himself for it.
He curled the leg under his body, trying to hide the scars. The dragon made a low sound.
He grasped Ottis’ shoulder with his paw. With his other paw, he took Ottis’ ankle and drew out his bad leg, inspecting the damage. Ottis cringed.
It’s ugly, he almost said again. But he didn’t want the dragon to think he judged those crumpled scales as harshly as he did himself.
As the dragon trailed his paw over Ottis’ scars, warmth soaked into his leg, soothing the ache that had accumulated from all that walking.
“Huh,” Ottis breathed. “It hurts less.”
The dragon lit up. “This helped?”
Ottis nodded. “Feels better with heat and a massage.”
The dragon began to knead those sore muscles, working up and down his leg until Ottis went limp.
“That feels so good,” Ottis moaned.
“Good,” the dragon purred. He set Ottis’ leg gently on the bed and massaged his other leg too. “Now, lie on your back.”
Ottis flopped onto his back, spreading out his limbs. By itself, nudity wasn’t a big deal amongst shifters. They couldn’t shift with their clothes, often removing them before shifting to prevent unnecessary clothing damage.
But now that he knew what the dragon wanted.
.. This was different. The dragon raked his gaze up and down Ottis’ nakedness, causing warmth to bloom between Ottis’ legs.
He could smell his own slick; the dragon didn’t seem to notice it.
Instead, the dragon climbed onto the bed, looming over Ottis. Ottis gulped.
“You’re beautiful,” the dragon murmured. He didn’t mention the silvery scars on Ottis’ body. Instead, he dragged the smooth curves of his claws over Ottis’ skin, before touching Ottis with his scaly paws. The dragon carefully caressed Ottis’ throat, stroking his sides and chest, then his hips.
The friction felt amazing. Ottis shivered, his cock growing full. The dragon smiled.
“Now, I want you to turn around and lie on your stomach. No matter what happens, you’re not allowed to look behind you.”
Ottis bit back his questions and squirmed onto his front.
“Good,” the dragon groaned. “You look beautiful. Cover your eyes.”
Ottis covered them.
Suddenly, the dragon wasn’t huge and scaly anymore.
Soft skin pressed on either side of Ottis’ hips, human hands catching Ottis’ sides and stroking up his body.
Those thick fingers trailed up and down, following the arch of his back, grasping his shoulders.
Then they slipped under him, feeling up his thin chest.
It had been a while since Ottis was touched this intimately, even longer since he had been treated with such gentleness.
“Do I still call you Mr. Dragon?” he mumbled. “Since you’re not exactly a dragon right now. I don’t think you want to be called ‘Probe Master’ either.”
The man laughed, his voice less gravelly in his human shape. “My name is Doc.”
“Doc.”
The man—very likely an alpha, from his size and voice—growled. “Yes.”
He had a good voice. And he had amazing hands that ran along Ottis’ back, kneading his muscles and leaving warmth in their wake. Doc rubbed Ottis’ shoulders and arms, squeezing his bunched muscles.
“Very good,” Doc said. “Hold this pose.”
He went back to touching Ottis’ chest, squeezing Ottis’ thin pecs and tweaking his nipples. Ottis’ nipples grew hard; Doc rubbed them until they leaked and Ottis squirmed, his body aching to be filled.
“Please, please—” Ottis gasped.
“Mmm. Sensitive.” Doc shifted slightly; Ottis felt the alpha on top of him, thick thighs braced on either side of Ottis’ hips. A heavy length nudged against Ottis’ ass. Doc sniffed at him; his hands learned every inch of Ottis’ chest and abdomen, before following the trail of hair leading south.
Ottis’ breath stuttered. Doc’s fingers slid lower and lower, until they bumped against Ottis’ leaking cock.
That brief touch sent pleasure humming through Ottis’ body.
“Oh,” Doc rumbled, taking Ottis’ cock into his hand. Ottis moaned; Doc gripped him harder and began to stroke, relentlessly, until Ottis writhed and panted beneath him, clutching his hair and then the sheets.
“Please,” Ottis begged, shoving his hips up. “Need, please.”
“What do you need?” Doc groaned, cupping Ottis’ ass with his other hand.
He pried Ottis’ cheeks apart, and cool air brushed Ottis’ sensitive hole.
It clenched; Doc swore. “You have such a pretty hole, sweetheart. It looks like it’s ready to be stretched and filled.
Used. Properly fucked open, stretched around my cock. ”
Ottis’ throat grew dry. “Please, please. You need to put something in there.”
“Like my fingers?”
“Or your cock,” Ottis whined. “I love cock. Please.”
“Fuck.” Doc released Ottis’ cock to grasp his cheeks with both hands, spreading them as far as they could go.
“Look at you. So wet and perfect for me. You need something in here, don’t you?
” He touched Ottis’ entrance with a thick finger, circling it.
Ottis jerked. Doc tapped on his hole, pressing more firmly and pulling back, rubbing it over and over.
“You’re killing me,” Ottis whimpered. “I need your cock.”
Without warning, Doc sank his fingertip into Ottis, and tugged his hole open.
Ottis writhed. “Please, please, please.”
“Hmm.” Doc moved. Then a hot, velvety length pressed between Ottis’ cheeks.
“S-so big! Mmmm!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it fits.”
Ottis’ ass ached; he was making so much slick. “Now?”
“Mmm. Where’s your phone?”
Ottis waved desperately at his forgotten clothes and raised his ass, trying to tempt Doc inside. “Please.”
Doc swore. He was a large, heavy weight on top of Ottis, strong thighs clamping around Ottis and holding him in place. He pushed two fingers into Ottis’ hole and scissored them; Ottis wheezed, pleasure throbbing through his body.
“So good for me,” Doc murmured. He pushed a third finger inside, thrusting them all firmly into Ottis’ ass. It wasn’t enough. Then Doc added a fourth, and Ottis realized then that his human cock was huge too.
“Now. I want your cock now,” Ottis whined, raising his hips.
“Fuck.” Doc pulled out his fingers and leaned to one side. Clothing rustled. Then he settled back on top of Ottis and held him down, one hand between his shoulder blades. The alpha nudged his tip between Ottis’ cheeks. Precum squirted onto Ottis’ stretched hole, leaking in.
“I’ll probe you now,” Doc murmured.
He pushed in, a thick hard length that stretched Ottis so wide, Ottis came around him.
Doc swore, snapping his hips forward. His cock shoved deeper; Ottis wheezed and clutched the sheets, his eyes rolling back.
He was about to come again when Doc slowed down and stopped completely.
“Passcode to your phone?”
“6699!”
“Mmm. Nice.” Doc rewarded him with a few thrusts; Ottis bit down hard on his lower lip. Except Doc got distracted with Ottis’ phone, whatever he was doing with it. Ottis didn’t care. He rocked himself on Doc’s thick length, squirting when Doc hit his prostate.
“F-feels so good,” Ottis whimpered.
Doc’s breath rushed out. Ottis’ phone case squeaked in his grip. “You—You take selfies of your stretched hole, sweetheart? Were you sending them to someone?”
“No, but I thought about it. Dating apps,” Ottis admitted. “Wanted a quick fuck.”
Doc didn’t say anything, but Ottis heard the slide of his finger across the screen, multiple times. Like he was flipping through Ottis’ gallery of dick pics and hole pics, maybe enlarging them to get a closer look. Oh, gods.
“Mmmm. Don’t send them. Your hole belongs to me now.”
And he held Ottis down, slamming his cock inside. Ottis came with a cry, clutching at the sheets.
“That’s it,” Doc panted, fucking in again. “You take my cock so well, sweetheart. You’re taking it like you were meant to be mine. Sucking down my cock like it’s everything you want.”
“It isss,” Ottis whined. “Want your cum. Want your knot. Please.”
Doc breathed out shakily. “Fuck.” He gave Ottis more vicious thrusts, until Ottis came on his cock again.
Then Doc slowed down, still tinkering on Ottis’ phone.
His breathing was unsteady though, quiet growls escaping him.
His cock kept pulsing in Ottis’ body, like it wanted badly to unload.
It was probably leaking so much precum into Ottis’ ass.
Ottis thought maybe he had perished and gone to heaven. Being impaled like this, Doc’s cock nudging against his prostate—it was never-ending pleasure, and it would only get better if he had the alpha’s knot.
“Want your knot,” Ottis begged. “Please.”
“What’s your password to this app?” Doc held the phone in front of Ottis’ face.
Ottis told him. Doc rewarded him by fucking him into another orgasm. Then he repeated that process, getting more and more passwords out of Ottis, until Ottis was a drooling puddle on the bed, fucked loose and blissed out.
After what seemed like an eternity, Doc finally set down Ottis’ phone. “You’ve been amazing, sweetheart.” Then he gripped the back of Ottis’ neck the way a wolf alpha might bite him, and thrust hard into Ottis’ ass like he was staking a claim.
Ottis came helplessly. Doc fucked him through more orgasms, until his own breathing grew ragged and his cock swelled.
“S-so good for me,” Doc said raggedly. “Taking my big cock like you were made for it. Made for me to knot and breed. I’m going to fill you with so much cum, until something takes.”
“Please,” Ottis cried.
Doc came with a roar, pulses of heat flooding Ottis’ body. He was coming bareback inside Ottis, filling him with so much cum. It was amazing. Ottis whimpered and came again.
“Good omega,” Doc panted, rubbing Ottis’ back after a while. He leaned in and dropped a kiss on Ottis’ nape, petting him all over. Ottis smelled like him now—faint smoke all over his body, but especially his nipples where Doc’s fingers had been, and very likely his hole.
Except Doc pulled out, leaving Ottis empty inside.
“No!” Ottis whined.
“You want my cum plugged inside you, huh?” Doc murmured. “Want to be knotted with it?”
“Yes!”
“I’ll get you a plug, maybe knot you another time.
I can’t stick around right now. But you should know that the next time we do this, I won’t pull out.
I’ll come inside you, and come again, until you’re stuffed full with my cum.
” He pushed his fingers back into Ottis and swirled them around, finding Ottis’ sweet spot and grinding against it.
Ottis shuddered under him. “Good omega.”
He dropped another kiss on Ottis’ shoulders, and pulled away.
“Keep my cum inside you. I’ll inspect your hole tomorrow to see how well you’ve obeyed. You may look up after I’ve left the room.”
Then he padded away, closing the door behind him.
Ottis tried to catch his breath, his entire body sweaty, cum leaking out onto his balls.
So, that just happened.