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The Am-Drag Stream: No Nut November's Challenge

For justacritic

By Draconicon

No.

Nut.

November.

The very phrase sent a tingle down his spine and made his chastity cage ache with pleasure and need. It had been off just a weekend back to see if a customer could actually get him off, but then it had gone right back on again. He could feel the new one - hard steel, tighter, smaller than the last one - pressing down against his dick as it strained to get hard, to get that bit of stimulation that would push the perpetually needy thing over the edge.

It couldn't get it.

He was still chaste.

Drippy, though, very drippy. Jake Long groaned as he looked around the room, still in his dragon form, and couldn't help but stare at the various puddles and stains and other marks of his constant need around the room. The walls, once adorned with gaming posters and memorabilia from lootboxes and other bits of gaming paraphernalia, were now covered with porn posters - usually of him in some pose or another - and toys, dildos and little floggers and pumps of various sorts. He groaned just to look at them, and his tail rose, and his toes curled.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

Just thinking about it had him on edge. Twenty-nine days of November, plus the entirety of Locktober, had left him a panting, moaning mess of a dragon compared to the man that he used to be. He vaguely remembered that, once, he had a life outside of the apartment. He remembered that he used to go to the grocery store, clubs, and other places that let him see other people outside of the streaming community that he fostered and got paid by.

Not anymore.

Or...

Or was that memory just a lie? He couldn't remember the last time that he had gone anywhere for fun, or done something that wasn't at least tangentially related to the streaming work. His games - had he ever had them? Done them?

"Mmmph..."

Jake forced himself off the bed, his toe-talons clicking against the floor, pressing through the carpet to the harder flooring beneath it. His head rolled back at the tickling feeling of the carpet fibers rubbing his feet; ever since mid-month, his soles had been extra sensitive, something...

Something involving a spiral, and something from one of the chat participants. He couldn't remember what, but -

Feet pressed to either side of a cock, jerking it off, the throbbing feeling sending a tingle between his soles and right up to his dick. Dripping, twitching in time with his stroking legs. Big, fat horse cock flaring between his feet, popping between his arches time and time again -

Jake moaned, having to lean back against the bed for a moment, hand on the sheets as he dribbled over the blankets once more. His cock never stopped oozing, his balls swollen and almost painfully suppressed by the cage. They were pinned beneath the tight metal ring, forced forward, but at the same time...

The orange-yellow dragon reached down, fondling them. They were so big now that they pilled out of his hand, falling past his fingers. He'd need both hands to hold them properly, but he didn't care.

He didn't.

He couldn't.

It took him nearly a minute to stop fondling his balls, and by the time he did, there was another puddle in the blankets. He'd need to call for laundry later...or...or not? There was something about the musk that was almost pleasing -

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

That was the call from the computer. Almost stream time.

Jake wobbled across his room, stumbling with each step as he felt those tickling feelings between his toes, almost like tongues dragging along his digits and reminding him what kind of slut he was.

Slut? He wasn't -

_In the leather bar, legs up, ass stretched by one Bicorn cock after another. They'd once been unicorns, but they were now just fuckers, big horses that had a fat dick and each one with a golden cock ring around the base of their cocks. They were hungry for ass, for little twinks that they could fuck over and over.

He was a twink.

He was fuckable.

Muscular, broad, and with a big, open ass, he was eager for it. He'd laid back, legs over his head, some of them getting in line to stretch him out further, others moving to stand on the other side of the bar. They pulled his head down, kept his mouth gaped as he was fucked again, and again, and again.

The cameras zoomed in, and the little virtual glasses he wore fed him the spiral, the chat, and everything else..._

Jake had to lean against the back of his chair to recover, his tail as high as it could go and his mouth hanging open. He panted for breath as his cock felt like it was going to snap in half from how much it was trying to get hard, the steel holding out for now, but only just.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

It almost sounded like the bell from that...that other session...

Jake groaned as he remembered being sealed in the vacbed last weekend, the tight binds making it all but impossible for him to move anything but his head. He could barely breathe at the time, and...

DarkDungeon...

Yes, yes, he remembered now. The minotaur had come by, buying up some time to treat him like a toy for the day. He'd never remembered signing any sort of contract, but the streaming service had made it clear that he had.

Show off...

His legs spread then even as they'd been spread in the memory before the latex had collapsed around him, sealing him tight in the vacbed, leaving only his ass and his head exposed. His toes couldn't curl, his cock couldn't shift, and all he could do was wait, wait, and wait some more for the minotaur that had bought him to do what he wanted.

Jake's back arched, his ass pushing back and his tail going up as he remembered the slithering feeling of that over-long dildo, feeling it going so deep inside. The whole thing had to have been over two feet long, and it had gone deeper than his tail had back when he'd first agreed to go into No Nut November.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

Phantom sensations from that memory wracked him, leaving him nearly falling over from the buzzing to his prostate that wasn't really there but still felt so real. His cock jerked, trying to push out of the cage, but all that happened were a few bounces of the metal tube, clicking against the ring at the base.

"Fuck...mmmph...fuuuuuuck."

He was a mess.

He'd become a mess.

He was always a mess.

His head spun from the constant lust, and the ding, ding, ding of the computer told him that he was going to be late if he didn't hurry up.

Latex...latex suit...

They'd shipped that to him shortly before DarkDungeon had showed up, and he remembered the minotaur stripping him out of it at the time. It was a very faint memory, though, something from far off, something that barely registered anymore.

No, no, the suit.

He picked it up from the back of the chair, holding it out. There was a zipper along the back and two holes for his wings, and a third for his tail. The rest of the suit completely encased him, even his cock and balls and ass, and he knew that it'd show as if it were painted on rather than worn. It always did.

How did they get...

The questions were no longer applicable. They didn't make sense. The streaming service seemed to know everything, even what he wanted before he knew what he needed.

Put it on.

The thought was his, wasn't it? Had to be...right? He moved mechanically, pushing one leg, then the other into the suit, pulling it up along his legs and then over his hips. His tail slotted into the hole in the back, and he could feel the latex already...was it tightening over him? Surely not, but as he looked down, he could see that the legs were pulled tighter to his calves and thighs, showing off the muscles there, forming a defined shape along his toes and feet, too. It was...it was so tight...

So constricting...

So revealing...

He looked at the screen. The computer was on, and so was the camera, but the stream hadn't started yet. He looked at himself from the side, half in and half out of the suit. It was so sexy, so hot, and he was so sexy, so hot. His ass was bigger than it used to be - or had it ever been small? - and he was half-sure that there was more of a jiggle to it. Not much, but enough to make the suit ripple a bit as he moved.

I'm sexy.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine and a jerk to his cock and ball bulge. He almost looked like he had more of a nulge than a proper bulge, but it was still hot. Just like he was.

The more that he slipped into the suit, the more naked he felt. Despite the fact that he was completely covered, he felt like he was being more and more objectified, turned into more and more of a toy. Was that a good thing? Was there a point in asking questions this late in the game?

Why was he questioning things?

Didn't he feel so good?

"Mmmph..."

The suit was up to his pecs, now, and he was having to struggle a little to drag it further. Those, at least, were bigger than they had been, leaving him looking more 'swol' than he used to be. He groaned as he forced the suit up to his neck, taking the time to slide his wings into their proper holes in the back.

As soon as he zipped the suit up, he moaned, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. It was as if something in his head just decided to...to reward him, and...

Oh, fuck it felt good.

His cock and balls churned, the need of almost two months being pent-up and trapped like this getting to him. Every memory he had was tainted with sex and the need to get off, and he was sure that he was remembering things wrong.

There was that time at the grocery store where he'd soaked his pants and stopped going, because he was too afraid that he'd have miniature prostate leaks just going out of the house.

There was that time when he thought of going to a club and ended up soaking every bit of clothing he had from his perpetual pre-cum oozing, and had stayed home.

He'd even shorted out a game system because he saw a hot character and started humping air...grinding back on a dildo...and....and...

Are those...real?

Jake didn't know anymore. Some of his memories felt real, as did the embarrassment attached to them, but they were so strange, so over the top, that he honestly didn't know anymore. He could be dreaming them, imagining them -

Been given them?

No, no, impossible. He did this...he did this because he wanted to, didn't he? He was a kink streamer -

I thought I was...

No, it had to have been a choice to be a kink streamer. Nobody did games anymore. Games didn't get attention. People only wanted kink. Kink, sex, nudity, porn. He did that, and his fans loved it.

It was like a little mental 'ping' going off in his head, and he finally sat down in the chair. Two little taps of two different buttons started the stream software going, and after putting in his password, he smiled. His face almost felt like it was moving, creating expressions on its own, but he was so lost to the moment that he just went with it. The chat started scrolling on the other side of the screen, and he waved at the camera.

"Yo, it's the Am-Drag here, and guess what? It's the last day of the month. Ya didn't break me, boys!"

He laughed as the chat immediately started filling with salty challenges. No doubt they were eager to try and prove him wrong, considering that this was the last stream of the month. But all he had to do was look at the pot, and he felt vindicated.

150k...

He'd started the month with $49k from Locktober, but the streaming service had allowed him to have a buy-in for the next month. He used it for that, and they said that if he made it to the end, the funds would be doubled, and the same would be done for everything that he took in for the month, if he didn't cum by the end of it. His chat had been damn sure that they were going to break him by the end of it.

Well, he was still standing. And he still had the lock on.

"Told ya your boy could do it."

_ScalyAdmin: Let's not be too sure of that, Jake.

ScalyAdmin: You still have the Count-Down._

"Yeah, yeah."

The Count-Down was what they were calling the last stream. It was an hour-long 'performance' that was going to have some resemblance to a rhythm game, as far as he had been told. That was all the studio had been willing to tell him, however.

"Ya can't break me. I'm gonna make it."

_ScalyAdmin: We'll see. You almost broke when DarkDungeon got his hands on you.

DarkDungeon: So fucking close.

ScalyAdmin: Don't worry. Another year.

DarkDungeon: Another month, more like.

DarkDungeon: I'm going to use my dick, next time._

The idea of being prostituted out to his viewers more fully was enough to send his tail climbing higher up his back, and he forced that immediate arousal back down. He had more than enough to be getting along with without thinking about that.

"So, what's the rule, Scaly? What's different?"

_ScalyAdmin: Simple enough.

ScalyAdmin: There's going to be a beat, kinda like a dance game. The screen's going to show you a pose, you gotta get in it and match the pose to the beat.

ScalyAdmin: You miss too many poses, you lose.

ScalyAdmin: At the same time, the chat can donate to use Triggers._

"What the hell are -"

ScalyAdmin: Example. "Faucet Fiend."

Jake gasped, arching his back as he felt his cock almost...swell. His balls churned into overdrive, and he felt the crotch of his costume swell for a moment as a thicker blast of pre-cum started rolling out. It wasn't quite like a full 'squirt' of cum, but the flow was much greater than the usual dripping, and his cock felt almost twice as fat and thick in the process as it all came rushing out at once. He groaned, rolling his hips against the odd feeling, and it only reminded him how much he had pent-up back there.

He thought about it for a moment, visualizing the sheer release that was going to come when the cage came off later tonight, and that was nearly enough to bring another rush of that volume up. He moaned, covering his crotch as he hissed through his teeth.

"Mmmph...that's...that's..."

ScalyAdmin: That's just one of the different commands. Chat's getting all the different Triggers now.

Jake didn't even want to think about how many of them there might be. Just that first one had left him all hot and bothered, and even though the suit was shrinking down again - he didn't know how that worked, but even though he'd just swollen the 'nulge' between his legs, he could feel it shrinking down again, and the fluid wasn't going down his legs or anything - he remembered how good it felt to let that much out. How much better would it feel as he posed and got all that feedback?

He didn't know, but he wanted to find out.

ScalyAdmin: Ready for the finale, Am-Drag?

"You know it."

Jake kicked the chair back as he forced himself to his feet. Wasn't the first time that he'd done something of a VR session for the fans, but it was the first time that they'd done a game like this. Dancing and posing, huh? Well, that shouldn't be too hard, he hoped.

He stretched out a bit, getting his arms nice and limber, and moved to stand on one foot, then the other. Even as he stretched, he was aware of posing, of turning sideways to show off the contour of his ass, the profile of his backside, even the soles of his feet. The chat always seemed to like the extra view, and -

_FFiend: Man, I love seeing that.

FFiend: Bare feet look great in tight latex.

ScalyAdmin: Well, you can play with them with Triggers.

ButtLover69: Can't wait to use some of these.

ButtLover69: Fuck yes, you took one of my suggestions.

ScalyAdmin: Ready?_

"As I'll ever be."

The chat shuffled off to one side of the screen, and the Count-Down began.

The first pose was a simple one. Arms up, hips thrust, cock forced forward as much as he could. He got into position with the first beat, following it as it demanded he pull his hips back, then forward, back, forward. It was a count of four, almost like a slow thrust, then he had to rotate, turning to face his right rather than his left, and doing the same sort of thrusting motion.

Okay, okay, that's simple.

He was feeling good. Those thousands of dollars were going to be his any moment now. All he had to do was outlast the chat and -

ButtLover69: "Bouncing Booty."

Just like that, his ass cheeks started clenching, and Jake gasped as he felt something ramming into him. Not far, not deep, but hard, and with a width to it that made him want to bounce his ass along it.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

It kept him thrusting, alright, but the pose change was coming. He struggled against it -

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

It didn't help. The pressure from behind, the sudden phantom width threatening to hold his pucker wide open, left him with his eyes wide and his mouth starting to hang open. His cock was dripping, twitching, and his insides clenching -

Just as the pressure and pleasure was about to push him over the edge, the tingling and thrusting stopped. He threw himself into the next position, on his back, legs spread, showing off the clenching pucker of his asshole through the latex. He moved from left-leg down and right-leg up in the air to the reverse, back and forth, back and forth, panting as he recovered from the attack of pleasure.

_ScalyAdmin: That's the start. Not bad, not bad.

ScalyAdmin: Think you can keep this up for an hour?

FFiend: I hope not.

FFiend: I get a discount next month if he loses.

ButtLover69: Fuck, that clench is hot.

ButtLover69: "Bouncing Booty."_

Jake had a split-second to wonder if there was a cooldown for the commands - and how much they were paying per 'trigger' - before the results hit him again. He arched his back, panting as he barely managed to stay in sync with the pose changes. Forcing himself to keep his head off the ground, he could just barely see himself in the camera, and he watched as his asshole clenched, released, clenched, released, getting so far-stretched that it almost looked like something was actually shoving into him.

But there wasn't.

There was nothing in him.

But it fucking felt like there was.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling like a four-inch cock that had to be three inches wide pumping into him. Hitting his prostate, making his cock jerk, making his balls feel ever-more full. It just kept going, going, going -

Then it was done. He barely had a chance to get his breath before the position shift caught him again. Up on his knees, arms behind his head. This one was a hip-swivel move, swaying his crotch back and forth, showing off his nulge for the camera. Yes, yes, he could do that.

Jake got on his knees, his hands behind his head, and he put on as much of a smile as he could. God, he was panting hard already, his body a mess with the pre-cum slime around his cock and filling his cage. The rounded bulge between his legs felt swollen, and his balls...oh, his balls...

Just...just this last thing...you can...do this...

Thinking was hard, as it always was on stream. There was something about being under the eyes of so many people that made it hard to think, hard to want to think. Easier to just do what they said, go along with the requests.

Show off.

Be sexy.

Cum -

Not yet!

So much money, so much money, if he could just hold off for a little less than an hour. He'd waited this long, he could wait a little longer.

FFiend: "Sole-Fucker."

Another command, and he was grateful that he was on his knees as it hit. He moaned out loud as he felt the touch of a cock on each sole, as if his legs were pinned from behind and a pair of guys were using his feet as their toys. The constant sensitivity that FFiend had bought earlier in the month fucked with him hard, making him feel it as if it were so much more intense than it actually was. Nobody should get off from having their feet used, but it felt like he was going to get -

Oh gods, it was spreading. He panted, his legs shaking as they tried to spread as phantom soles pressed to either side of his cock. He was barely holding together as they stroked him, running along the sides of his caged cock. The cage might as well have not been there, and it felt so good. So fucking -

Ding.

Ding.

That was the warning, getting close. A new pose had come up. He missed the first -

"Nnnngh!"

Jake threw himself to his feet, barely getting there in time before he would have been disqualified. There was a small bar under the pose hologram, he realized; he had to keep that bar filled, and the more good poses he made, the faster it filled up.

Keep it up...keep it up...

Up.

Up.

His cock wanted to be up, not caged. It wanted to be cumming. He was barely holding out, and now...now he needed to twerk. He turned around, swaying his ass into position -

_ButtLover69: "Bouncing Booty."

DarkDungeon: "Throbber Bobber."_

And just like that, two more triggers. The familiar stretch returned, almost throwing him off his feet, and the other hit just after, making it feel like a vibrator ran from the bottom of his cock right to the head. He screamed in raw pleasure, unable to keep the sound in...but he didn't cum.

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_ButtLover69: Damn, he's still going.

ButtLover69: How's that ass feeling, Am-Drag? Good and loose?

FFiend: He's gonna slip.

FFiend: Come on, go over. I want those soles on my dick.

DarkDungeon: Alright. No more games.

DarkDungeon: Make it.

ButtLover69: Ugh, if I had just a little more money.

DarkDungeon: If I can't break you, don't break for anyone._

Jake was barely keeping his head on his shoulders. He wobbled, barely keeping to the hip-swaying cool-down that was the last minute of the Count-Down. The knowledge that it was the last minute wasn't even a sure thing for him; he'd been telling himself that it had to be the last minute for at least the last ten minutes. But...but this had to be...had to be...

He fell to his knees, spreading his legs wide. Something had cracked beneath the suit in the last five minutes, and his cock looked more obvious than before. Maybe something had happened to the cage. Maybe the chat stream had done something to unlock him early. Whatever it was, his cock looked like it was half-free, and it was more sensitive than ever.

"Please...please...please..."

He was vaguely aware that he'd been muttering that for a while. How long, he didn't know, but his body was on its last legs. He could barely think, barely breathe, and he was so, so fucking close. They'd used so many commands over the last hour, and the numbers had swollen upward by two thousand more dollars in the last hour alone. He couldn't...

He...

He...

_ScalyAdmin: Five.

ScalyAdmin: Four.

ScalyAdmin: Three._

The countdown finally hit zero, and he felt it. The soft click of the computer locks on the new cage came loose, and he all but roared as his cock throbbed hard enough to shove the tube away from his crotch.

ScalyAdmin: Congrats! Now, take the suit off and show off.

Jake had never obeyed an order faster and with more glee in his life. He yanked the zipper down in the back and rolled the suit down under his cock and balls. The little piece of metal that had been the cage hung from the head of his cock, the massive length of his dragonhood pointing out and up at the camera. It was the first time that it had been properly unlocked on stream for too long, and the chat had all kinds of things to say about it.

He ignored it. It had been two goddamn months since he'd had the chance to cum, and he was going to cum his brains out. Now.

There was something from ScalyAdmin about cumming and rationing, something about an auction starting to go on, but he was so focused on his cock. His hand was flying up and down his dick, his shaft throbbing so hard that he was all but sure that he was going to have a minute-long orgasm by the time that he actually went over the edge. He humped his fingers, his mouth hung open, and Jake couldn't even see the screen anymore. All that mattered was the sheer pleasure of his hand on his dick, of being allowed to cum after being caged up for over two months.

"Gonna...gonna..."

Allowed to cum. A proud, powerful dragon, no longer in charge of his own body, but submitting control of it to the masses. No more power over them, but merely a cum-hungry dick-hound that let them do what they wanted so that he could get attention.

It should have been humiliating, and it was...but it was also hot. Jake threw back his head and came, his cock all but exploding with the sheer amount of seed that came flying free, squirting towards the monitor and coming short by barely a few inches. He thrust his hips against his hand, his cock slipping between slimy fingers, but even as he came as hard as he had ever cum in his life, it wasn't enough. He was already back to stroking as he went from shooting to dribbling, to the point where he didn't notice his viewer numbers going up...

Or the name of the other dragon that was raiding his stream. A purple dragon...named Spyro...

The End

Summary: Jake has reached the end of No Nut November and is in a complete haze from all that he went through. Time to see if he can make it past the last stream.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Posing, Exhibitionism, Memories of Sex, Showing Off, Naughty Stream, Porn Stream, Hypnosis, Trigger Words, Cum, Pre-Cum, Orgasm, No Nut November, American Dragon, Jake Long, Rule 34, Musk, Corruption, Series, Foot Fetish,