[b][u][center]Drac’s Forced Weekend Off Part 3 For AkimitsuSevecan By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Friday was gone, Saturday was past, and Sunday morning had started with a bang. All but summoned to the stream desk at the crack of dawn, the black dragon had been riding a toy almost since the sun had come up, and his asshole burned – in a good way – as his hips pounded him up, down, up, down, up, down for the viewing pleasure of the people in the stream chat. The black-scaled dragon was covered in sweat, droplets running down his face and across his muzzle, leaving it impossible for him to do more than pant for breath. He groaned as he leaned back, staring at the camera views. One was right under him, again, while the other was pointed at his face. Normally, the second one wouldn’t be showing anything explicit, but the game had long-since been forgotten, and he’d been wheeled back just enough to show his cock bouncing up and down, slapping against his belly, the toy just visible behind his low-hanging balls. And on the other one – Squelch, squelch, squelch. The equine dildo was so thick that it was just splashing the lube around inside of him, adding to the slime mess that had come from all the pre-cum and orgasms that had been milked out of him over the last…god, he didn’t know how long he’d been riding the toy. Up. Down. Up. Down. His eyes were rolled back in his head half the time and his tongue hung out the side of his snout. The few times that he could focus, he looked back at the screen, at the view of himself bouncing up, down, up, down, at the sight of his cock swinging around and at the view of his ass coming down on the camera over and over and over again, his rim pulled out and puffy from the long stretches. And the chat – [b]JammeJoe: Fucking hell, that dragon’s got a roomy rump. JammeJoe: I bet he could take two knots at once. BooBoi: Diiiiick. Gimme dick, make it dribble more. LaurelHard: I would like a bit more foot pics, but man. LaurelHard: That ass is hard to resist. LaurelHard: I bet I could get a fist up there. BitchSlutBoi: Mmmm, looks like me. BitchSlutBoi: Dragon loves it up the ass. BitchSlutBoi: Lock that dick, dragon![/b] That wasn’t a command they had, but fuck. The way that they’d been using him, he knew that they’d do it if they could. Draconicon grunted, hammering his ass down, feeling the flare grinding upward through his guts. It was…fuck, it was so big, and it was driving him crazy. His mouth hung open as he kept slamming his ass down, feeling it all the way up. It ground on his prostate again and again, reminding him of the sheer heft of the shaft, and – And he was going over the edge again. His hips started bucking back faster, his hands behind his back as he moaned for the camera – [b]BitchSlutBoi: Cum from your ass! JammeJoe: Yeah, jam it in! PervWolf: Come on, cum on the cock![/b] Draconicon didn’t have a choice. Another three bounces and he slammed his hips down to the base, moaning as his cock erupted all over his thighs again. His balls felt like they were getting drained of everything that he had to offer, and he moaned as he spewed his load all over the floor, the tops of his feet, and everything else around him. A shiver ran down his spine and his toes curled hard against the carpet as he felt the pleasure rushing up and down his spine all over again. How many was that? Four orgasms over the last three hours? Fuck. Fucking hell. [b](Mod) Azorious: Thirty minute break, everyone. (Mod) Azorious: Ending the redeems now.[/b] Draconicon didn’t say a word; he just leaned back as the various bits of control and hyper-stimulation died down. He moaned as he leaned forward, feeling like his guts were getting pulled at by the thick flare. They weren’t – he had done this enough to know how to take a big dick safely, and the flare wasn’t [i]that[/i] bad – but it was still something that he didn’t do very often, and he wasn’t used to the feelings. As he slowly pulled forward, the camera turning off from mod actions and the rest of the chat complaining and grumbling at the break, Lykus opened the door. The black and white wolf offered him a hand, but the dragon waved him off. “Fine. ‘m fine.” “Are you?” “Gonna be.” The toy kept pulling until it went ‘pop,’ the flare dragging itself out and a veritable waterfall of lube going with it. Draconicon shivered from head to toe at the wetness running down the backs of his thighs, and he groaned as he stumbled forward a few steps before catching himself. Good thing that the stream was off. There’d be some people that would push for even more of that, he was sure. Taking the towel that Lykus offered, he wiped himself down and floated his robe over. He shook his head. “Okay. I think I’m about done with the subby stuff,” he said. “Oh, that’s gonna make the rest of the day interesting, hehehe. You wanna talk about that over breakfast?” “Sure.” They went to the kitchen. Azorious had already cooked a few pancakes, and Lykus pulled a couple of fruit bowls out of the fridge. “Can’t have you getting meat-cum,” the smaller wolf said, pushing a bowl of pineapples over. “Wanna keep that good taste.” “Heh, you’re the one that drinks most of it. At night. When I’m sleeping.” “Hey, what can I tell you? Dragon cum’s delicious. So’s dragon dick.” That gave him a smile. Poking at the fruit and taking a few bites, Draconicon slowly started to feel a little better. The sheer length of dildo riding that he’d done meant that the slight ache under his tail would be there for a while, but it was something that he could live with. Getting something in his system was going a long way towards helping him recover. He did arch an eyebrow when Lykus pulled out a little packet of powder and stirred it into his water, though. The wolf passed the glass over to him while the grains were still dissolving, and the dragon cocked his head to the side. “What’s that?” “Oh! I didn’t tell you, right. You’re going to be more dommy for the rest of the day, yeah?” “Now that I got all the relaxation that I’m going to get out of being a bitch-sub? Yes.” “Well, I thought you’d like to be extra-drippy. It’s just some supplements that I take sometimes.” “Supplements?” “You didn’t think he was that productive [i]all[/i] on his own, did you?” Azorious asked, chuckling as he ruffled Lykus’s hair. “This little slut’s pretty damn drippy, but he does get a little help when I’m not there.” “Hey, can you blame me? I got used to demon-production; I can’t go back to normal stuff now.” “Yeah…can’t blame you for that one…” Draconicon picked up the glass of water, shaking his head as he remembered some of the shots that he’d managed to see. Even though he was fairly productive as dragons went, it took a fair bit of stimulation to get him actually leaking like a faucet. He enjoyed it – enjoyed it a lot, actually – and thought that the visual of basically producing a bucket of cock-slime just from jerking off was a pretty hot one. And if he could make that happen more easily… “No side-effects?” the dragon asked. “None that I’ve seen. And I’ve been going at it for six months or so.” “Okay. Well, we’ll give it a try,” he said, sipping the water. “Ugh. Bitter.” “Yeah, that’s the medicine for you,” Lykus said, shaking his head as he dug into the pancakes. “But it works. Takes about, uh, thirty minutes to kick in.” “Good to know.” They ate in silence for a bit after that, the pancakes just a little crispier than anyone wanted but not so much that they could complain. Draconicon cleared his plate and settled in with the water and the pineapple, alternating between the two so that he could deal with the bitterness that never seemed to want to go away. As the water levels dropped, Azorious leaned back. The wolf demon smiled. “You look happier.” “I’m…better. More tired, but more relaxed, if that makes sense.” “Hey, that’s something.” “More than something,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Just trying to keep happy about it, you know?” “What’re you doing to get in your own way this time?” “One, ouch. Two, stop being right,” Draconicon said with a small chuckle. “But…you know, the usual. Wishing I didn’t need to have such elaborate stuff to enjoy sex. Trying not to get down on myself the way that I always do.” “Yeah…don’t do that,” Azorious said, shaking his head. “You’re fine. It’s just your fetish, that’s all.” “And that means that we get to do some weird, fun, different stuff,” Lykus added, grinning. “And that’s better than just doing the same thing with a different person.” “…Thanks.” It was the same cycle that he always ran through when he was dealing with post-orgasm stuff, or when he was getting to the end of what was fun for him at that specific moment. Guilt, at the very least, for not being ‘normal,’ and more for having to ask for more and more atypical things from his friends. He knew that they didn’t mind. He knew that they’d say no if they did. But it was still a pain to go through the same cycle again and again. [i]Maybe one day I’ll get over that,[/i] he thought, though not without a small chuckle. [i]Then again, it’s been over a thousand years. I think that ship’s sailed. Guess it’s just getting used to it.[/i] “Thanks,” he said again, trying to push himself out of the familiar rut. “I appreciate both of you a hell of a lot.” “Hehehe, of course you do,” Azorious said, gesturing at himself. “You know what I meant.” “Yep. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to make the joke.” Draconicon chuckled, shaking his head as he went back to his food and drink. It didn’t take long to clear the table after that. Draconicon stretched, feeling a little tingle down in his balls already. Only been fifteen minutes, but he was already feeling a little weight and stretch down there. Maybe it worked better on dragons? Who could say? He shrugged and got to his feet, stretching left, right, and forward. As he reached down and touched his toes, Azorious patted his ass. “Careful offering yourself up like that, heh. You’re going to end up getting my knot back there.” “And you know I can fit it,” Draconicon said with a small smirk. “But you put that in there, you’re going to get a power bottom, not a slutty bitch.” “Heh, you already made that switch?” “I’m on my way back up to dom pretty quick at the moment. I don’t think it’s going to take much longer.” “Good thing that Lykus is popping in some new viewers, then; I don’t think the other ones would like dom you.” “They wouldn’t get off on it, but they’d like it. Eventually.” “Heh, probably.” Draconicon smirked, shaking his head as he stood up properly. His cock was starting to twitch a little bit, and that meant that he was definitely ready for something new. Oh, he’d enjoyed all the attention to his ass, and the way that the crowd had been more than ready to take ownership of his cock for a while, but… Well, it was time for something fresh. Something new. Something hotter. Giving Azorious a one-armed hug, he walked back to the streaming room, a grin spreading further and further across his face. Now that he’d gotten all that subby, needy bitch-bits out of his brain for the moment, he could enjoy something else. He couldn’t wait to have that camera on him as he started dripping like mad, waggling his dick back and forth and pulling some of the chat-sluts forward to enjoy it. As soon as he stepped into the room, he shut the door behind him with a grin. Something had changed. He had [i]energy[/i] now. Were those the supplements too, or was this just the rest of his libido coming out? Who cared? It was awesome. He sat down and opened the chat. A few new names were in there, then a few more, displacing LaurelHard, PervWolf, and StaringStallion. He was going to enjoy this. Click. The stream started again. No game, this time. This time, he was going all out. He leaned forward, his white eyes starting to take up more of the camera view as he looked straight at it. “Hello again, chat. It’s time for you to learn a little more about the dragon that you’ve been teasing so far. You see, you’ve had it easy. Very, [i]very[/i] easy. Because I was feeling a little bitchy. A little needy. A little empty. “Well, that’s done now. And you? You’re not the ones in charge anymore. [i]I[/i] am.” Draconicon slowly stood up, taking his time. The camera went from his eyes to his pecs, and then all the way down to his dick. As he stood up, the soft shaft swaying between his thighs, the chat erupted. [b]StaringWithRespect: Holy shit! StaringWithRespect: That’s gotta be at least eight inches soft BullCuck: And – fuck, that foreskin BullCuck: you fuck other guys? BooBoi: There’s the dick focus again! BullCuck: you got a musky one? StaringWithRespect: How long does it get hard?[/b] “Hehehe, that’s it. Some of you already know where you belong. A dragon’s cock commands a certain kind of…loyalty, doesn’t it?” He grabbed his cock, giving it a tug at the base. The foreskin pulled back, just a bit, just a hint to show the purple head just under the dark scales. Pre-cum bubbled up, running along the urethra, and he lifted it up. Wagging it back and forth, he saw the emotes come flying through the chat, hearts and eggplants and thirsty splashes. Oh, they were eager. He loved it. The dragon stroked slowly, taking his time to show off the sheer girth of his soft cock. “Look at it. Some of you already know where you belong. At least one of my mods would love to be in the room right now, heh. Lykus would bow before this dick at a moment’s notice, shoving his nose right against the tip, and then down to my balls. Oh, wait, you can’t see them, can you?” The black dragon leaned to the side, putting one leg up on his chair. With it out of the way, his balls hung lower, sagging, but not at all empty. Oh, the supplements were starting to kick in now; he could see the way that they were already filling in, churning and swelling for the camera to see. Some of the audience were gasping, and he could see so many thirsty comments coming up. [b]StaringWithRespect: Fucking hell, cover my face with those. BullCuck: I wanna see those slapping off my wife’s cunt BullCuck: I bet she’d let you fuck her ass. BooBoi: Musky…fucking…balls BooBoi: And so much… CumCatcher: Gimme that dick CumCatcher: Fuck – someone – THERE IT IS! [CumCatcher Redeems Erection Toggle, Toggle On][/b] Draconicon knew that someone was going to redeem it eventually, and he smirked as he turned to the camera, putting his foot back on the ground. He even took his hand off his cock as he let it rise from the redeem alone. It didn’t need any help right then. The redeem was doing all the work. He smiled as he felt the stiffening rush through his shaft, almost like a spell that ran from his balls toward his tip. It lifted his cock right off his balls, carrying the head higher and higher. The stiffening pulled at his foreskin, dragging it further back, exposing more and more of the purple head. Shimmering pre-cum left everything shiny up there, and more and more of it kept dripping out. He reached under his cock, fondling the heavier balls. And they were growing heavier, fuller, thicker with the sheer amount of cum that the supplements were giving him. His loads prior had been huge, but they were going to be immense, now. He might actually need a bucket for it. The chat didn’t stop, either. [b]StaringWithRespect: Oh, fuck…oh, fuck… BooBoi: yes, yes, big again, always big! CumCatcher: I will never…ever get over that… CumCatcher: Ten…eleven…twelve… BullCuck: Fuck…that’s…that’s twice my size… BullCuck: And it’s still growing BullCuck: How the fuck – SlutButt: Mmmph – I forgot dragons are so big SlutButt: Biggest cock I ever saw…[/b] It was not as big as certain demons, Draconicon knew, but that didn’t stop the ego trip from being enjoyable. The fact that Azorious hadn’t leaped in to try and correct that was appreciated; he knew that the wolf demon could get bigger than him by some way – the happy-hyper dog – but this…this was him. He let the redeem play out, not touching his cock until it was completely hard, and only then did he turn around, swaying it from side to side. Some of the chat was huffy as hell, and the black dragon chuckled as he groped his cock at the base. “Mmmm, if you were here, all of you would already be on your knees. If you were here, the scent of my cock would call to you. You know why?” He slowly stroked his hand from the base to the tip, circling the head of his cock with one finger. More pre-cum dribbled free, forming a long, silvery line that ran from the tip of his shaft to the floor. “Because dragons…are…superior.” [b]StaringWithRespect: Mmmph…14 inches… StaringWithRespect: Superior to my other guys, at least… BullCuck: Superior to me BullCuck: Fuck, own me… BooBoi: Need that dick…Need it in me… BooBoi: How much for you to fuck me?! SlutButt: I’ll give up anything for that dick…[/b] “That’s right. Dragon cock, dragon cum, dragon musk – you need it all. You need to serve, don’t you?” They were all but whimpering already. He wasn’t stupid enough to believe that it was all him; he knew that Lykus had curated an audience for this and that they were going to be particularly vulnerable to this. That didn’t mean that it was any less hot. “And that doesn’t stop there, does it, sluts?” Draconicon asked, slowly turning around. “If a dragon asks you to do something, then you do it.” He slowly lifted one foot off the floor, his toes curling, dancing, fanning out. He looked over his shoulder at the camera, chuckling. “For example, if I were to tell you to just drop to your knees and kiss my feet, you’d do that for me…wouldn’t you, you eager little sluts?” [b]StaringWithRespect: Why the fuck…his feet… BullCuck: Anything for that dick BooBoi: but…but dick… SlutButt: Whatever you ask, for that cock.[/b] “Heh, you say that now, but you’d find your place. Dragon power…dragon scent…dragon domination is not so easily resisted. Imagine…thinking you’re just trying to earn my cock…” Using his tail, he pushed one toy over, putting it right behind him. He stepped on it, his toes grinding into the head and pushing it down, then letting it spring back up. “Only to realize that dragon scent, dragon sole, dragon power dominates you…keeping you right in your place…” There were fewer redeems now, more just utter adoration. He was the one running them, now; he was the one keeping them under his control, and it was happening with nothing more than his voice and his words. But…He grinned, deciding to take it further. “Mods. One of you. Hit ‘em with a spiral.” [b]StaringWithRespect: What?! BooBoi: Wait, I thought he was the spiral slut? BullCuck: That’s real? [(Mod) Azorious Redeems Audience Spiral, 30 minutes] (Mod) Lykus: Weeeeeeeeeeee! (Mod) Azorious: …Oops? Hehehehe.[/b] He should have guessed something like that would happen, but it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Lykus could enjoy the spiral like everyone else, and he could just enjoy himself. “Yes, that’s it. All of you…stare…stare at the spiral, and learn where you belong. Not just under dick, not just as sluts, but under [i]dragons.[/i] And more than that, more than any of that, under [i]me.[/i] “Look at me. Look at my cock and balls, heavier and more virile than any of you. Look at my feet, and how you’d love to serve under them, licking them clean and leaving them shiny to attract other worshipers. And some of you…some dirty, eager little sluts among you…” He turned around completely, slapping his ass. Groping one cheek, he spread it apart, showing off his hole. “Some of you would be blessed to have this on you…sitting on you…keeping you pinned in place.” Not Lykus. Not Azorious. Neither of them were ever going near that. But he knew that some of the others would think about it, want it, and he was hardly going to deny them their treat, was he? He let go, letting his cheeks clap together before turning around. Sitting down with his legs spread, he let his balls fall over the edge of the chair, and he put his feet up on the streaming desk. “Now…go on…type out your lusts…type out your needs…show your dragon master how badly you want him…” [b]StaringWithRespect: Can’t…look away… StaringWithRespect: So…Hot… BullCuck: Fuck my wife, fuck me instead BullCuck: Good bull…need to serve… BullCuck: Serve dragon, be rewarded… BooBoi: Need…lick feet… BooBoi: Suck cock dry… BooBoi: Be under dragons…forget others… SlutButt: Feet… SlutButt: Ass… SlutButt: Cock… Slutbutt: Serve… (Slut) Lykus: Mmmm, wanna fuck my face on that big fat dick and feel those balls on my chin all day long… (Mod) Azorious: …How did he change his name? (Mod) Azorious: Eh, fuck it.[/b] Draconicon smiled, shaking his head as the praise came in and he lazily stroked himself to it. There was something about the way that the whole world would bend at the right time, something that fed his ego like nothing else. He loved the way that he could become the center of attention with a flick of his wrist and a snap of his fingers. It was just what he was due, after all, and he chuckled as the praise kept pouring in… # [i]Three hours later…[/i] The dragon had cum twice and was still dripping when he ended the stream. Everyone in chat would be okay, according to Azorious; the hypnosis lasted for perhaps an hour after the stream, and they were going to stay in their homes or wherever they were viewing the stream from at the time. Might jerk off a bit, but they’d be fine once the trance wore off. Draconicon sat up properly again, grunting as he put his feet back on the ground. He hadn’t meant to take that long with the stream, but at the same time, he’d enjoyed the shit out of it. He chuckled as he let go of his cock, licking his fingers clean afterward, and pushed himself to his feet. “Well, that was a nice way to spend the day,” he said, rubbing his hand dry on his hip. “Now to see how the other two are doing…” Draconicon left the streaming room. He almost walked into Azorious, the red and black demon shaking his head as he popped around the corner. “You ended that quick,” the demon said. “Well, we were about done, and I’m feeling about as good as I’m going to get. Better than I thought I would, actually. That part of the supplements?” “No, that’s just you. All that did was make you drippy. Speaking of which, dripping on my feet.” “You can use them to give me a footjob later.” “…That’s some confidence.” “We both know that you’d like some fresh stuff instead of what’s plastered all around the room, and that’s the way I want to give it to you,” Draconicon said, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “Wow. That [i]is[/i] cocky.” “Might want to remember how we got here. That’s something Lykus is gonna want to see later.” “Speaking of –” “Yeah, he’s zonked and jerking,” the demon said, nodding down the hall. “He’s different than the others, but it still got him.” “Well, at least he’s going to be okay. So.” Draconicon clapped his hands. “Lunch?” “…Just like that?” “Oh, come on. We’ve been stuck in the apartment for three days. I want to get out and about. Maybe grab some food from a gyro place or something. I bet you anything that they’ll have something good.” “Just checking. You planning on starting something kinky while you’re out?” the demon asked. The dragon opened his mouth…then slowly shut it again. He blinked, tapped his chin, then nodded. “Yeah, on second thought, maybe getting some delivery might be a good idea. I’m still riding high on some weird dominant energy.” “Hey, I’m not saying don’t, just checking to make sure that you know where you’re up to, heh. Might be fun to see you run wild out there.” “Maybe…but let’s not do that while I’m still too high. Lemme come down from it first and be sure.” Besides, he wasn’t sure that he really wanted to take it that far. Fun as it was on stream, that was limited; he didn’t have to worry about damage control in the same way. Out there…well, that was where things got complicated. And the horny part of him told him that would be what made it fun, too. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Draconicon finishes out the weekend and has a little shift for the last day. Tags: M/solo, Mild M/M, Exhibitionism, Mind Control, Toy Riding, Dick Showing, Flaunting, Sub to Dom, Draconicon, Docetri, Wolf, Wolf Demon, Demon, Orgasm, Cum, Lube, Dildo, Anal, Masturbation, Series,