Chapter 4: Dragon and Snake

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Chapter Four: Dragon and Snake

"Responsibility?" Kami whispered, his voice uncertain. He looked from "his" (no longer merely "the" to him) master's lap, up into Kusama's serious face.

Kusama was secretly thrilled by the wonderful combination of innocence and apprehension in the boy maid's eyes. "Do you know what that means, Kami-kun?" his voice was not unkind.

"No, Kusama-sama," Kami admitted, embarrassed. New color bloomed on his already flushed cheeks.

"Then I suppose I will have to instruct you… Would you like that, Kami-kun?"

Kami dropped his head. "I would like very much to learn anything that might help me to better serve your household… or that would make you happy, Kusama-sama," came Kami's breathy reply.

This boy is truly delightful, Kusama thought, as he stood up. He towered over the youth who remained kneeling before him, head submissively bowed.

When Kusama changed positions, Kami's hands had slid from his lap. The businessman watched as the maid automatically moved them back into the correct posture as he awaited his instructions.

A quick learner indeed. Let's hope you are as apt a pupil in other regards.

As he continued to study the figure kneeling below him, Kusama observed Kami's shoulders, shaking in nervous anticipation. He also noticed the minute puddle forming on the floor between the maid's spread thighs caused by his sweet leaking cock. Kusama found this vision incredibly arousing.

He took his time, moving with slow grace as he removed his jacket, carefully folding it and draping it over the back of his chair. He loosened his tie, pulling the knot down lower, and undid the first few buttons of his crisp dress shirt; he unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves revealing the sinewy power of his forearms.

"Kami."

Kusama watched the youth between his legs start at the mention of his name, but Kami did not look up.

Kusama reached down and with one large hand, cupped the chin below the dark cinnamon head beneath him. He pulled the youth's face up and bent down, surprising both Kami and himself by suddenly claiming the maid's sweet lips with a crushing kiss.

Kami's eyes widened in shock and he tried initially to pull back, but his master's huge hand held him tightly in place. After another moment's struggle Kami submitted, opening himself up to the man's probing tongue.

The maid tasted as sweet as he looked. When Kusama finally released him, Kami was left panting for breath.

"That kiss was for courage," Kusama offered, releasing the maid's delicate jaw. "Now, let's begin."

"You may start by removing my belt," Kusama directed the stunned youth.

Kami glanced at the man's waist and then back up at his would-be employer. In his nervousness, he was unconsciously biting one side of his now kiss-swollen bottom lip.

For the jaded businessman, this image was priceless.

Kami raised himself up off his knees slightly, in order to reach the tall man's waist. With trembling fingers, he fumbled with Kusama's buckle. Then, with a slick hiss, he was finally able to pull the belt free from its loops. Kami turned the strap over thoughtfully in his hands a moment, before handing it to his master.

"Continue undoing my pants," Kusama's velvet voice instructed. He rolled the belt casually, in his own hands as Kami worked to undo the buttons and release the zipper. When this had been accomplished, his trousers slipped with a silken whisper to the floor.

Kusama stepped easily out of his pants.

As the man was wearing nothing else underneath, Kami found himself confronted with Kusama's extravagant dick.

The innocent maid shied away from this sight, focusing instead on picking up and folding the man's trousers until Kusama reached down and gently pulled them out of his hands. Kusama added these with the belt, to the jacket already hanging over the back of the chair. Then he sat down again.

"Kami-kun, can you see clearly now what you have done?" Now that it was free from the constraining fabric, Kusama's magnificent member jutted proudly up from his lap.

"Yes, Kusama-sama," Kami whispered shyly. "I have awakened your snake."

Kusama was touched by Kami's childlike phrasing and a low chuckle issued from deep in his throat. "Yes indeed, Kami-chan," he told the fiercely blushing maid. "That is exactly what you have done."

"Now tell me, pet…" Kusama inquired mildly, "have you seen many snakes before?"

The auburn head shook a hesitant no. "Only really my own, Kusama-sama."

"Then you must look at it closely, Kami-chan."

Kusama watched as Kami slowly raised his head. Wide hazel eyes became even larger as they took in the scale of his master's massive organ.

"Kusama-sama?"

The businessman was tempted to reprimand Kami for addressing him unbidden, but the sweet tone of the youth's tremulous voice enticed him towards leniency.

"Yes, Kami-chan."

"Are other men's snakes usually so big?" The boy maid looked down and lifted the ruffled skirt of his black and white apron, revealing his own pretty cock, its tip pearling pre-cum, jutting up towards his tight milky belly. "Next to my snake," the innocent Kami observed, "Master Kusama, you look to have a dragon."

"A dragon… I like that." Kusama chuckled lightly: he was not above flattery. "Well, my dear, dragon or snake, you have awakened it and you'd best put it back to sleep, before it gets angry and bites you in the ass… .

"Literally," he added, his voice dropping down into a lusty growl.

"Do you know how to lull the dragon, Kami-chan?"

The youth nodded slowly. Looking away from Kusama's piercing blue gaze, Kami blushed again.

The businessman thought he had never encountered a creature with such a range and frequency of colorings; it was enchanting.

"My mother has told me that when my snake is stirred, I must sit in a cold bath until it goes into hibernation…" Kami answered earnestly. "Shall I draw you a bath, Kusama-sama?"

The youth's eyes widened and a look of dismay formed on his fine features when he saw the dark frown that filled Kusama's face.

"No, Kami," Kusama said coldly. "I find that method disagreeable."

Hearing the disapproval in the voice of the man he so desperately wanted to please, Kami was beside himself.

Kusama's features softened slightly when he noticed how upset the youth was: Kami's eyes had started to glisten. He reached out and gently brushed away a tear that had gathered in the corner of Kami's eye with his thumb.

"Ah, there," he soothed. "Do you not know another way?" he asked the distraught maid gently.

"No, Kusama-sama." The maid's bottom lip was quivering fearfully.

"Do you never touch yourself?"

Shining hazel eyes looked at the man with an expression of shock. "Oh, no, Master Kusama, I'm not allowed."

Interesting… Kusama thought. This information offered promise for so many wonderful future possibilities. "Well, Kami-chan," he began patiently, "There is another way to subdue the dragon…"

Kami was listening to him with rapt attention.

"With kisses and caresses… This is the method I prefer you to employ.

"Give me your hand, Kami-chan," Kusama ordered.

Kami extended a trembling hand. Kusama's large paw engulfed this as he guided it to his rigid cock.

Kami was surprised by both the hardness and heat of his master's dragon. Tentatively he began exploring its length with his slender hand.

The maid's feathery fingers stirred Kusama further. A growl of pleasure built in his throat as Kami's light touch traced a thick vein.

"Now you must kiss it," Kusama instructed.

Hesitantly, Kami brought his mouth to his master's tip. He brushed it inquiringly with soft lips.

Kusama watched through eyes, heavy-lidded with lust as the maid, looking very much like a cinnamon-coated kitten, cautiously extended a pink tongue and licked his drooling slit.

Apparently, his flavor was not displeasing, as Kami then continued licking further and soon wrapped his whole, luscious mouth around the head of his cock. Kami's curious tongue quickly found and began teasing the sensitive spot on the underside of his master's tip.

Kusama's breathing had become labored. "More, Kami," he hissed.

Encouraged by the sounds of pleasure his master was making, Kami released the man's tip and began working his mouth up and down Kusama's hard length, alternating kisses and licks.

He even became so bold as to raise his master's stiff dick and begin using his sweet kittenish tongue to lap at Kusama's velvety sac. He was rewarded for this initiative, when his ministrations pulled a pleased groan from the man.

Soon, however Kami found his oral attentions drawn back to Kusama's heated member and in no time its whole length was slick with his spit.

The businessman was rapidly reaching the point where he could not withstand much more of this teasing. So, he insistently took one of the young maid's hands, guiding Kami, placing it around his pulsing shaft. He panted as in addition to this, Kami's wonderfully wet, warm mouth once again encircled his dragon's prominent head.

Kusama began to move his hips slowly, not wanting to frighten the youth. His apt pupil however, soon caught his gist and began, on his own, sliding both his mouth and his hand up and down in rhythm together over his master's unruly beast.

As he did this, Kami struggled to take Kusama's considerable length further into his throat with each movement. He was rewarded for this by the pleasured growls elicited from deep within his master's broad chest.

Finally Kusama could no longer maintain his restraint. He took Kami's head between his large hands, twining his fingers into soft auburn locks, and began thrusting into the youth's mouth in earnest.

The startled teen stiffened and gagged initially, but his desire to bring Kusama pleasure, quickly overrode this reaction. He forced himself to relax and opened his throat as his hoped-for master fucked his mouth with increasing vigor.

Then with a loud cry, Kusama climaxed, his body shuddering as his dragon shot copious amount of its liquid fire down Kami's bruised throat.

Kami remained still, until he felt Kusama's hands relax and slowly release his head. Then he slid himself off the master's increasingly drowsy dragon.

Kusama looked down at his red-faced applicant. The maid's cheeks were streaked with tears of exertion, his chin dripped with saliva and cum.

It was breathtaking.

A silvery strand of spit still connected the pretty, panting youth's lower lip with the tip of his cock. The sated master reached down and broke their connection, wiping one of his broad thumbs over Kami's ravished lower lip. He was shocked and pleased, when at this touch, Kami leaned in and sucked his thumb eagerly into his mouth.

Kusama smiled down at the lad. "I think I have corrupted you, my pet." However, he did not sound at all displeased. He pulled his hand back and broke into a laugh when this action caused his now wanton maid to break into the loveliest of pouts.

Kusama leaned back in his chair. He sighed contentedly and allowed Kami the indulgence of going over his relaxed member once more so that his maid could make sure that every inch of him was properly clean.

Satisfied that he had accomplished this, Kami sat reluctantly back, resuming the correct posture once more. However, he leaned stealthily a bit to one side, so that he might occasionally feel the comforting graze of Kusama's leg against his desire-fevered skin.

Kusama leaned down and lifted the tousled auburn head.

"You did well, Kami-chan."

The pride Kami felt at pleasing his master made him suddenly shy. He averted his eyes and his blush spread from his cheeks all the way down to the top of his finely muscled chest. The maid was surprised to feel Kusama's hands gently grasp his shoulders.

The businessman encouraged Kami to rise, then he turned him, and finally settled the maid onto his lap.

Kusama positioned Kami's lean thighs, draping the maid's legs over the outside of his own. He pulled the youth's back tight against his broad chest, and arranged Kami's arms, lifting them up and tucking them back around his own dark head.

He looked into Kami's dark, wondering eyes. "I think you deserve a reward for attending to your responsibilities so well."

With one hand, Kusama reached down and lifted up the ruffled skirt of the maid's uniform. He tucked this up into the top half of the apron. Then he slid his own thighs slightly wider apart, relishing the feel of the teen's bare skin against his own and the way this position further stretched Kami's already deliciously taut belly.

Kami's own, not insignificant, erection bobbed slightly with each subtle shift of the man beneath him.

Kusama moved his hand back down and took Kami's heavily drooling cock in his hand. He ran his broad thumb over its slick tip pulling a shudder from the maid.

Kami bit his lip, trying to stifle his gasp, as the shock of this touch coursed through him. He was so aroused that every cell of his skin felt a hundred times more sensitive than usual.

Kusama moved his other hand up under the top of the apron. His long fingers sought and found the tender nub of one of Kami's nipples. He began to knead and tease this with nimble digits.

The two males had been looking into each other's eyes throughout this sequence of touch. Kami was fighting hard to keep his eyes from closing as the ecstasy brought by his master's skilled touch threatened to overwhelm him.

"I think your own poor spitting snake could use some attention," Kusama purred. Then he added, his voice growing stern. "If I take you into my household, Kami, no one, and that includes you… No one but myself, is ever allowed to stroke your serpent. Do you understand?" He gave Kami's shaft a quick squeeze to underscore his point.

"Yes, Kusama-sama," Kami yelped at the man's suddenly possessive touch.

"Very good. Settle in then, pet."

Kusama was pleased as his boy maid immediately complied, pressing back against into his master's powerful body.

Kami dipped his head and snuggled it under Kusama's strong chin.

Kusama felt a strange stirring in his chest at how naturally Kami's body nested into his own. Though he could not see it, he could feel the flush from their contact flooding the youth's flesh.

Using Kami's own fluids to grease his rigid member, Kusama began stroking with a slow, easy rhythm. Simultaneously, his other hand moved back and forth across Kami's smooth chest, teasing his sensitive nipples.

Kami was fighting hard to keep from crying out under the exquisite torture of his master's touch. His breath came in desperate pants.

The skin of Kusama's neck was stirred by Kami's rasping exhalations. Though it had been such a short time since his last spend, Kusama's dragon began to stir again as well.

Because he had been aroused for so long, it took relatively little time to bring Kami to the edge of his release. Sensing this, Kusama backed off, leaving the maid teetering on the brink. He was surprised to hear a soft growl of frustration issue from Kami's slender throat. He felt the youth's angry tears at being denied dampen the collar of his shirt.

"Would you like to cum, Kami-chan?" he asked gently.

He felt the auburn head nod vigorously against him.

"In my household, anytime you want release, my pet, you must first ask my permission. Do you understand?" Kusama gave Kami's elegant shaft a single stroke as he said this.

"Pluh… Please, Master Kusama," Kami sobbed at the touch, burying his embarrassed face deeper into the tall man's neck. "Please let me come."

Hearing the desperation in the sweet maid's voice, Kusama decided not to torment the poor lad any further. He resumed his rhythms. "You may come, Kami," Kusama soothed. "But you mustn't try and stifle your cries. I want to hear you when you come."

With this admonition, Kami ceased trying to hold back. Almost instantly, he began moaning in earnest.

Kusama watched as Kami's back arched as he reached his peak and then collapsed back against him. Kami issued a shuddering cry as he released. Kusama covered the head of the maid's dick, capturing all of Kami's snake's milky venom.

The businessman could feel the damp cinnamon head relax beneath his chin. His eyes treasured each drop of sweat that glistened on the maid's tight, panting chest as though it was a jewel. Kusama allowed the spent youth to rest for a few minutes, basking in Kami's surrender, before he brought his hand, sticky with fluid's to the maid's mouth for him to clean.

Kami looked at his master's hand through drowsy eyes, but he only hesitated a moment before going to work. His silky tongue lapped his own seed from Kusama's fingers almost as enthusiastically as he had the jam. As he did this, Kami felt Kusama's revitalized reptile brushing against his own now sleeping snake as he sat in the man's lap.

Kusama eventually pulled his cleaned hand away from Kami's attentive mouth. He contemplated it thoughtfully and a wicked grin stole onto his handsome face.

Kami's stomach clenched uneasily when his master bent his head and whispered into his ear.

Kusama brushed his once-again rigid shaft against his maid's backside. He flexed his long spit-slicked fingers before widening hazel eyes. "I think, Kami-chan, that I am going to have to teach you yet another way to tame my dragon."

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