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The Am-Drag Stream

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By Draconicon

"Hey, yo, what's up, chat?" Jake Long said as he slid his headphones on. "It's 5 in the evening, and it's your favorite dragon come to kick ass and take names - hang on. Hey, hey, what's this?"

The chat, already active with over a hundred people in it, was still just a bit smaller than he'd been expecting. Jake arched an eye-ridge, cocking his head to the side as he looked the camera straight-on.

"Hey, ScalyAdmin, what's going on? You cut my subscriber count down by fifty people, man."

_ScalyAdmin: Heh, sorry about that. But they were spoilers.

ScalyAdmin: Had to delete twenty lines of chat just to keep you from hearing about some new drops to react to.

ScalyAdmin: You see why I had to do it._

"I -"

Jake blinked as the screen flashed, the brightness distracting him for a moment. He swore that he'd seen a spiral or some shit for a split second, but then it was gone and the screen was back to normal. He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his snout before looking back at the screen. Chat was active as usual, and his mod's explanation had already slid right back up the line of text, so he couldn't see the details anymore.

Still, spoilers were bad. Having a community that wanted to spoil things was worse. Better that they were gone, yeah.

He put on another smile, one that showed a few more fangs. It still felt weird to be on camera for anyone, even though he'd been promised that ZSS - the streamer service that he used - stringently screened its users to ensure that they were only streaming to those that understood the point of secrecy. His grandpa had told him from day one that he needed to keep the whole American Dragon thing secret, but ever since going off to college...

Well, he needed something to bring in money, and gaming was easy. Nobody cared on the other platforms, and he'd never managed to get any traction, but here on this ZSS thing - one of these days he'd have to find out what those letters stood for - he'd managed to get a reliable couple hundred of people tuning in every day. Considering that ZSS paid out better than the alternatives per subscriber, that was actually livable.

Yeah, there were moments when he was a little concerned about what he was doing; the service didn't charge him a thing, after all, and free shit was always something you should question. That, and the fact that he didn't always remember what he did on stream. Games, yeah, but his mod, ScalyAdmin, took care of the vods for him. He never saw it after it was recorded and -

_ScalyAdmin: Looks like we're getting close to start time, big dragon.

ScalyAdmin: Ready to give everyone a show?_

"Heh, yeah. Yeah, log me in."

That was the big difference from the other streaming services, and the big reason that he actually trusted ZSS over stuff like Twitch or the other big names. Rather than him logging in, they had a whole process where a company mod - in this case, ScalyAdmin - had to make contact with the streamer and log them in through a secure process. Until then, all that the stream could access was their own chat. Great for socializing, but kinda shit for actually getting anything shown off.

But it meant that there was no accidental streaming when you weren't conscious of it. Jake leaned in, his jacket stretching along his wings as he did and his shorts - the only thing that he could fit over his legs and hips as a dragon - pulling a bit tighter. He typed out his username and password, hit enter to send the information along -

And the screen brightened again. This time there was definitely some sort of spiral, but before he could look away, it snared his attention, the gold and black spinning lines drawing his eyes to the darker center. His head slowly followed the motions of the spiral, circling slowly as he was drawn to keep staring.

_Eager.

Happy.

Horny.

Good boy.

Good slutty boy.

Hard.

Eager.

Happy.

Horny.

Hard._

Hard and horny. The dragon's cock started rising even as the little camera light flicked on in the corner of the screen. He saw, briefly, a picture of himself in the corner, his eyes half-reflecting the light of the spinning spirals, and right across the bottom of the screen, the spandex of his shorts rose up, lifted by his rising erection. He couldn't look away from himself, nor did he want to.

The spiral kept spinning, the words 'hard', 'horny', and 'eager' playing over and over again. His tongue slowly pushed past his lips, and Jake groaned as he slipped down, unquestioning. No reason to question his hard cock, or the way that it popped up on the bottom of the screen as a hard as hell bulge. He was just...there...streaming. Chat was humming away, and he caught sight of a few of them as it played over the spiral.

_FFiend: Not late, am I?

FFiend: Fuck yes, just getting started.

GameControls: Heh, he's such a tool.

GameControls: Look at that 'joystick.'

GameControls: I bet that'd look better in a milker.

DarkDeer: I bet.

FFiend: How long until we make him strip?

ScalyAdmin: Careful now. He's still slightly conscious. Hold back on the perverted stuff until after the penalties start. Can't be too careful._

Penalties. The word felt familiar to the dragon. Not just for the games that he used to play with other chats before he got on ZSS, but things that they did here. He had a split-second to remember one moment where he had been tasting something salty, when he had the feeling of something thrusting down his throat -

Flash.

Then the light was brighter, and he was sitting normally again. He breathed out slowly, shaking his head as he put on that cocky grin again.

"What's up, everyone? It's the Am-Drag here ready to kick ass and take names," Jake said, grabbing his controller and adjusting his headphones. "We're hitting it hard today; Dragon Conquest is dropping a new map in five minutes, and I want to get on the leaderboard tonight. What do ya think? Think your boy can do it?"

The chat broke out with encouragement, emotes and more spammed through it. He laughed, nodding.

"Yeah, you know it. But let's make it interesting. Every time I fuck up, ScalyAdmin's gonna remind me to do a penalty. But it's me. How often do I fuck up, huh?"

The chat was as uplifting and supporting as he could have asked for. None of them faulted him, all of them believed in him.

It was the dream, really. He had wanted something like this since day one of having his dragon powers. Sure, this wasn't the adoring public that he could wander the streets with, nor the gang of supporters that he could flaunt wherever he went, but hey, at least he had the crowds on his side here.

He opened the game, leaning back. Dragon Conquest was the latest Battle Royale style of game. Controls were simple, and so was the objective; you were a dragon, and you burned people away. Flight, beat-em-ups, and more were part of the game. It was part fighting game, part strategy, and part stealth, depending on how you played.

Jake always preferred to play with overwhelming force, running in and blasting his way through the other players until he hit the top ten. That had always been his weak point, though; once he got to the point of other people that were as brutal as he was, they were a lot harder to just brute force through.

But he could do it. It wasn't that hard.

As he played, though, he kept glancing at both the chat and the camera. He was sure that there was something wrong with it. What was that thing sticking out from the bottom of the screen? And why did it look so...wet? He wasn't -

"Gah!"

One of the other players caught him by surprise, and Jake had to focus on the game. An aerial battle broke out between him and a blue dragon, one that involved too much brainpower for him to actually pay attention to the camera or to chat. They were pinging back and forth, and he swore someone was talking about dick.

"Hey, if I see the word 'cock' in there again, I'm banning ya," he said as he struggled to keep his HP bar from draining. "I ain't looking to get banned here."

But it was too late. The other player pulled some bullshit special and knocked his avatar out of the sky. Jake groaned, tossing the controller over the desk as he shook his head.

"Goddamn it."

_ScalyAdmin: You know what that means.

FFiend: Penalty!

GameControls: Penalty!

FFiend: PENALTY!

DarkDeer: Penalty.

DemonSage: Penalty_

"Hey, come on, guys, I barely had a chance to play. And there's something wrong with the camera, and -"

ScalyAdmin: Penalty.

There was something different when the mod said it, and Jake stiffened slightly. His mind felt foggy, and he stood up from the chair, taking his headphones off. The screen had gone completely spiraly again, the ZSS logo in the very middle of the black and gold twisting lines.

"Nnngh..."

The chat was going mad. Some of them were giggling like mad, while others were describing how hard they were. And every line of how hard they were -

_Eager.

Happy.

Horny.

Hard.

Good boy.

Good dragon slut._

Jake groaned, pushing his hips forward, the camera focusing on it. He could just make out how hard he was, how it was pulling his waistband forward. The edge of his cock was just barely visible through the stretched fabric, the shorts pulled so thin that his cock could be seen through them. It was so fucking slutty looking that he might as well be naked.

The screen flashed, words appearing over the spiral. He panted as he read them.

Get naked.

He all but ripped the jacket off his shoulders, throwing it over his shoulders before yanking his shorts down. His fat dragon cock leaped up, big and firm, oozing pre-cum from the tip in silver strings to the ground. Heavy balls were already hanging down, and he spread his legs, standing on thick limbs as the camera took it all in.

Get your toys.

Toys. Memories that were buried further back in his skull came to him. He moved robotically to his bed, just off-camera, and rooted around under it. It didn't take long to find a plug, a thick one that was half the size of his fist, as well as some lube. He poured it over the silicone bulb and carried it with him back to the chair.

The chat was going mad as he placed the plug on the seat, jerking his cock slowly so that it oozed over the butt plug. The silvery pre-cum smeared over the top, running down along it and oozing to the base. It would be plenty.

He turned around, lifting his tail out of the way before sitting down. The chat was completely crazy.

_FFiend: Yeah, sit on it. Stretch that ass good.

DarkDeer: He needs it in all the time.

DarkDeer: What does he have to do to keep it in off-stream?

GameControls: I want this thing to have a vibrator. Hey, mod, can we get a penalty game where he has to wear it all the time, and each loss makes him vibrate down there?

DemonSage: Whoa. First time seeing this. Loose ass, though._

Jake didn't have a loose ass...did he? He looked at the camera, leaning his hips back as he lowered his hole to the toy. It didn't gape, but there was less tightness there than he saw in porn.

He was surprised he could think of that. He groaned, trying to shake his head -

ScalyAdmin: Penalty.

Only to sit down. Hard. The plug went in fast, popping past his rim and settling against his prostate instantly. He gasped, his cock jerking upright, slapping the bottom of his desk and jostling a few things. His eyes went wide as he moaned, his clawed toes curling against the carpet.

Good boy.

The spiral faded, and Jake groaned, rubbing his head. He must have gotten up to stretch his legs before the match. Or...something.

Something was off. Had he forgotten something? Was he -

Nah, there was nothing wrong. He looked at the camera. He might want to grab his jacket later, but he was pretty sure he was safe from the whole problem of streaming while topless. ZSS didn't have the same rules as other streamers, and besides, it wasn't like he was showing anything.

Though there was some red and yellow thing that was poking out from under the screen and -

Why was he sitting with his feet up on the table? He blinked, but he supposed it was okay. He'd seen other streamers put their feet up while they were gaming. He crossed his legs at the ankles, curling his toes as he got comfortable. Some viewers got a bit weird, but he saw their messages blacking out even as they popped in.

"Everything okay there, Scaly?" he asked.

ScalyAdmin: Of course. Just managing some chat abuse.

"Yeah, well, long as it doesn't get me in trouble. Anyway, let's try that again."

Another round - or was it the first round? No, had to be the second, somehow, even if he didn't remember the first that well. He'd do better this time. Just had to play and not think about that weird tension. No watching chat this time, no focusing on anything but the game.

Jake went quiet as he focused on beating down his opponents. New map was fun; three mountains made a triangle on the map, with the main goal in the center of the three. Height advantage meant that anyone spawning up there had an advantage, but if you wanted to hold the center, you had to progressively give up that advantage.

All kinds of fun -

He remembered a flash of aerial fight before and twisted his avatar around, a tail swipe special sending a blue dragon to the earth below. He laughed.

"Yeah, just try and sneak up on the Am-Drag!"

Chat was active, and here and there he saw something about 'feet' or 'ass', but he put it down to something about putting his opponents underfoot or the others being ass players. Either way, he was getting better.

He made it all the way to top ten, this time. He even got to the center of the map, sweating up a storm as he realized how close he was to hitting the top ranks. Even with the distractions of that odd, stretching feeling under his tail, his feet on the desk, and that stiff, tense feeling coming from between his legs, he was sure that he'd make it.

Then, he felt a buzz. Not much of one, but a slight buzz in a very awkward place. It made him jump, his fingers slipped, and -

"FUCK!"

Another player managed to flame him before he could take control again. His avatar fell to from the skies, and he groaned.

"Goddammit."

_ScalyAdmin: It's that time again. Penalty.

FFiend: Fuck yes! Penalty!

DarkDeer: Penalty.

GameControls: PENALTY!

DemonSage: Penalty_

He was half gone before the spiral even showed up. Jake stared into it, his eyes going blank as he was all too aware of himself again. Sensitive, horny, eager, and obedient, he stared past his toes, looking at the screen. He saw a well-muscled western dragon, naked, legs up and spread to show a heavy cock and full balls, ass impaled on a black plug with the ZSS logo on the underside.

What...

The screen shimmered. He panted as the toy started buzzing in his ass, vibrating right against his prostate. His cock jumped, twitching, throbbing against his belly, and he curled his toes for the viewing pleasure of the people that liked that. The screen shimmered, displaying more instructions.

Suck.

"Nnngh..."

Suck yourself.

Suck himself. Yeah. He could do that. The dragon looked down at his own cock, at the throbbing, thick-tipped length. He could lean down and pull that into his mouth with...with ease.

It wasn't gay. He was just...getting off. No sucking. Just playing.

Jake leaned in, the slightly musky smell of his own dick hitting his nose hard as he opened his mouth. The tip of his tongue flicked over the head of his cock, and he bobbed his head forward, sucking along the tip, pulling it past his lips and towards the back of his throat. It was...not bad, actually. Kinda...kinda good...

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

Jake couldn't look away from the screen even as he bobbed his snout up and down his cock. The spiral held his attention, keeping him from looking anywhere else. Chat messages popped up from time to time, but it was the spiral that held him, the spiral that informed him, the spiral that made him keep doing what he did.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

The taste of his own dick and the feeling of the plug vibrating away in his hole kept him focused on the pleasure, the need that he had deep down inside. He wanted to cum, and yet, at the same time -

_Horny.

Eager.

Horny.

Good dragon slut.

Horny.

Happy._

The spiral kept giving him more messages, more feelings, more intense desires. He wanted to stay horny. He wanted to stay eager. And that meant...that meant showing off, no cumming. He bobbed his head down to the base of his cock to the shock of his chat, having to pull his thighs for a bit of leverage. He was aware that it made his cock bulge his throat, made his ass slide forward, and it made his tail ache.

But it was worth it for the views.

He sucked his dick to the base, swallowing it hard. His toes curled, the head throbbed, and the whole thing felt so stiff and hard -

And then the screen flashed.

Jake was upright again, panting, his scales covered in a sweaty sheen that he couldn't entirely ignore. He groaned, his back feeling stiff and uncomfortable, and he rubbed the back of his head as he tried to understand what had just happened to him.

Chat was no help. They were being silenced left and right, and he wondered what in the hell they were talking about that had the mods so pissed. Was he just -

The game pinged.

"Okay, enough kidding around," Jake said, jamming his headphones on, barely aware of putting his feet up and - was there something on his soles? No, no, that was a distraction. No looking at the camera. "Let's beat this. Let's get #1."

The game started and he got right into it. Every game he played, he knew he got better, and Dragon Conquest was no exception. The other players started falling left and right, and he stared determinedly at the screen as he cut down one dragon after another. They fell, they burned, they dropped, and he climbed the rankings faster and faster. Soon, he was back to the top ten, and he was actually in it this time rather than hanging out at #11.

The vibrations were coming back, and he could feel it this time. Some sort of throbbing, like he had an erection. He panted as he fought, coming up with one trick after another to keep from being knocked out of the running again. No more penalties. He was gonna win this one, and show his chat why they subscribed.

With a twist of two special moves that transitioned into a flicker-charge, he knocked out another player. #9 was his.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

A sudden clenching spasm went through his balls and prostate, and he gasped as he arched forward, his hips almost leaving his chair. Why was he - was he humping -

No, back to the game. Even as his cock throbbed, even as he swore that there was the word 'orgasm' on chat before it was deleted, he was right back in the game. Fight. Fight. Fight.

Another player fell, and then another, bringing him to #7 in the game. Just six more to take down, but -

"Ah...mmmph...nnngh..."

But it was getting fucking hard to keep focused on the game. He was struggling to keep pushing through that vibration, the constant throbbing down below, and the -

Bang.

Another one down, another rank up. #6 now, and he was unable to ignore the constant pressure and pleasure that came from a kill. He was all but drooling, his mouth hanging open and he swore that his drool was falling on something intimate. It felt like it was landing on his dick, but that was impossible. He wasn't naked, but -

"Nnngh...mmmph."

Bu it felt almost like he was cumming, cumming hard, except that nothing was coming out. All he had was that pleasure, the raw need of almost orgasming. Dry orgasms, not satisfying, just adding to the raw rutting feeling.

"Nnngh...mmph..."

He was humping air. He knew it, and he hoped that it wasn't as obvious on cam as it felt like it was, but fuck it felt good. He was so close, so very close. Down to #5, and then #4. He just had three more to go.

And they were good. Real good.

They were constantly blocking just as much as he was, and they were throwing skills and abilities out as fast as they could input them. Jake was barely keeping up, but he didn't have to win, just outlast.

Another one dropped, and he was up to #3, and then another, and he was up to #2. Just a black dragon left now, and they were going mad against each other, and he was all but thrusting away, fucking himself on -

Is there a plug...or...fuck...fuck...fuck...

He had a split second where he was sure he felt something under his tail, deep in his ass, and then the moment passed. He struggled to pull his mind back to the game, but -

The black dragon avatar slammed him down, knocking him off the control point. Jake stared as his avatar obliterated, then reassembled with #2 over his head.

"Come ooooooon!" Jake groaned, slumping back in his chair even as he spasmed and shivered from head to toe, his eyes rolling back as he almost came right then and there. "Nnngh...why...why am I so -"

_ScalyAdmin: So close, but you know what that means.

GameControls: Penalty!

FFiend: Penalty! Penalty! Penalty!

DarkDeer: Penalty, yes.

DemonSage: Oh, god. Penalty_

And just like that, he was frozen stiff again, his eyes wide. He saw the camera, and he saw what had happened to him. On each foot, he had 'Slut' written across his soles, and over his chest, he had the phrase 'Dragon Toy' drawn large in sharpie across each of his pecs. Jake stared at the mess that he had become, unbelieving that it was being streamed across the world with the ZSS service.

More to the point, he couldn't stop himself. The arousal from the plug aside, the vibrations against his prostate pushed to one side, there was a part of him that...that loved it.

_FFiend: Penalty time. Come on, suck yourself again.

DarkDeer: I'd like to see him put those feet to use.

DemonSage: How big is that plug? Can he do bigger ones?

ScalyAdmin: Patience, patience. The more he loses, the more he does. But for now, let's have him suck himself off. And cum.

DemonSage: He can do that?

FFiend: And so much more. That's why we subscribe. Like we'd pay this kind of fee for gaming streams._

If Jake had been conscious, he might have been offended. As it was, the horny dragon couldn't help himself. He leaned back in his chair, pulling his hips forward and his legs back. His feet were soon over his head, resting near his shoulders as he wrapped his hands around his lower thighs to support them. His lips rested against his cock, and he slowly pushed his head back down.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

As he all but fucked his mouth, he knew that his body was completely on display, from the marker-stained soles of his feet to the cock-stuffed mouth to the plug that was deep in his hole and buzzing away. Every surge of pleasure down there forced more pre-cum down his throat, and he groaned as he felt his orgasm coming, his balls churning away as he bobbed up and down, up and down.

The weird pleasure of self-sucking was so...so intense as he forced his lips down to the base of his cock. Having both the pleasure of a tongue working along the head of his cock while feeling it forcing its way to the back of his throat was so weird, and it was hard to know which to focus on more.

_FFiend: Mmmph. I'd love that dick in my throat.

DarkDeer: You a girl?

FFiend: No, just a cock fiend.

DemonSage: I want that ass. Bad.

DarkDeer: Get in line.

DemonSage: The things I'd do to him._

Jake shivered, imagining what it would be like to have them here. He looked from them to the spiral, the familiar words soothing away any fears of being found out. All that mattered was staying horny, having fun, being eager. He was a show-dragon. He was there to show off for the crowd.

The spiral dragged him down, and he enjoyed it, forgetting the pride, forgetting what he was. No need to be the Am-Drag, so puffy and proud. He was a good dragon slut. Good little cock sucker. Good little horny toy.

He thrust his cock down his throat one more time, feeling his own gag reflex clenching hard, and he moaned. The pleasure of feeling his own body was enough to drag him over the edge, and he pulled his head back, letting just the tip rest in his mouth as he came down his own throat.

Splut.

Splut.

Splut.

He tasted every blast over his tongue and down his throat, the salty flavor more familiar than he had imagined it would be. How many times had he done this? How many times had he slutted himself out for the camera?

And how many more times would he do it before he remembered it?

Jake slowly pulled his head back, his forked tongue flicking along his cock for the pleasure of the camera. A string of cum oozed from the head, and he dragged the tip of his tongue along, sending a shiver down his spine and getting the adoration of the chat in the process.

He smiled, panting, even as the screen flashed, dragging him back to the game again...

The End

Summary: Jake Long, now in college, is trying to make it as a game streamer. However, he didn't realize the sort of things this service 'required.'

Tags: M/solo, Streaming, American Dragon, Jake Long, Dragon, College, Exhibitionism, Autofellatio, Self-Suck, Anal Toy, Butt Plug, Orgasm, Edging, Cum, Foot Fetish,