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For Aruk

By Draconicon

Takehiko unlocked his apartment door, the wooden slab opening on its own as soon as the cheap deadbolt slipped free. He stared exhaustedly through the doorway, looking down the narrow hall that connected the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and living room all in a line. Dusty hallway, dust flowing from the kitchen door - he'd left the window open again, damn it - and no sound from anywhere else. Nobody had broken in, at least, which was better than some days coming back from work.

The simian man stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and throwing the deadbolt before leaning back against the door. He dropped his bag, slumping against the wooden panel behind him as he looked at his phone. Another message from work had popped in, and he was sure that it was another cut to his hours.

He was right. They were shifting him from thirty hours to twenty-five hours, nevermind the fact that his contract demanded that he be given full-time. They were relying on the fact that he couldn't afford a lawyer to challenge them, and they were right.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried not to think about the shit that he was going to have to sort through. There were already a handful of bills that he was juggling to keep from falling behind when he was going to have a shortfall with this paycheck; losing five hours of pay a week was going to put him further down shit creek than even he expected.

Groaning, Takehiko contemplated hitting the streets and going down to a bar to at least forget about some of this hell for a few hours when his phone pinged again. This time, it was a message from his bank.

"Oh god, what now?" he muttered.

Shaking his head, he tapped the notification. It opened his bank app and -

"Jesus...that's gotta be a mistake, right?"

There was a $350 deposit in his account, one that most definitely hadn't come from work or anywhere else that might have sent that much. He tabbed down to the details on the deposit, and the origin came up as ZSS.

ZSS. That was familiar, but -

Takehiko groaned, covering his face as he went bright red. Right. ZSS was that streaming service that he tried using a week back when he was really out of his mind bored and feeling more desperate than usual. Some sort of alternative to Twitch, as far as he was aware, but one that was rapidly gaining some attention on the pro-gaming circuit, as well as with other forms of media. He'd seen writers there, journalists, podcast creators, and, most interestingly of all, erotic performers.

Of course, he hadn't spent that much time watching, and he'd only done a performance himself out of desperation and boredom, but...

$350. And that was for, what, two hours of flashing people on camera? That was huge compared to what he made for his day-job. Office data-entry didn't pay well and nobody expected it to, but shit. He hadn't expected that much of a difference. He'd barely remembered that he'd done it in the first place.

Maybe...it might be worth doing it again.

Takehiko bit his lip as he booted up the ZSS streaming software, some part of him wondering if this was going to be worth it. He might have been lucky last time, after all. He might just have to deal with the fact that it was a one-off and that nobody would want to pay that much again. He could -

Ping.

Ping ping.

Ping ping ping.

He'd barely booted up and logged in before chat was sending him messages. His eyebrows went up and his cheeks started glowing as he saw the things that they had to say, and not for the first time, he wondered what the hell he'd done that first day to get messages like these.

_MonkeyLover: Goddamn, he's back. Hope you got your dick hard for this, monkey boy.

DanDan: I heard about this guy.

DanDan: Heard he had a sweet ass.

ChrisCock: Better be ready to show off that dick again.

ChrisCock: I got money to throw at you.

ChrisCock: Lots of money.

MonkeyLover: I want that cock out now. Come on. Show us that big dick. Where's the camera?_

"The hell kinda show did I do?"

But...if he was going to do it, he might as well get started. The watchers were keen, at least, which meant that he at least was starting with a good crowd. He could get something out of this without doing too much.

Throwing his shirt over his shoulders, Takehiko stood up as he turned on his camera. The screen clicked on, showing a thumbnail of his crotch in the corner. Chat loved it.

_MonkeyLover: Just as big as I remember.

ChrisCock: Too much pants.

ChrisCock: Get naked.

DeepDickin: Look at that.

DeepDickin: Monkeys are usually small. Not this monk.

MonkeyLover: Yeah, unzip it, unzip it.

DanDan: And don't forget the ass._

Well, when in Rome, he supposed. Takehiko grabbed his zipper and slowly pulled it down, feeling his cock twitching ever so slightly, which surprised him. He wasn't naturally an exhibitionist, and showing off, even this much, still felt weird. At the same time, there was an odd...an odd thrill to have this kind of interest in him.

His pants hit the floor a few seconds later, and he gripped his cock by the base. He was naturally fairly well-endowed, thick and heavy and swinging around even when soft. Swaying his dick from side to side, he watched the chat window, half-sure that he'd see some donations pinging in.

Not much, though. Only a couple of dollars for now, maybe six in total for the sight of his dick. He leaned back on his chair, keeping his face just out of camera for the moment as he stroked himself, floppy cock swinging around.

It wasn't much of a show, and he knew it. And why would it be that good? He was still kind of embarrassed being on camera in the first place, and he was staring at himself giving a teasing show to strangers.

Hot.

Except...was it? He felt 'something', but mostly it was some kind of desperation, wanting to get this done as fast as possible while still getting some money. Maybe...maybe if he just pushed on a bit, it'd get better. Maybe if he showed his ass for a bit.

As he scooted back in his chair, lifting his legs so that his monkey feet pressed down on the arms of the chair, the chat pinged again. He glanced toward it.

BigDom: Well, well, looks like you're back. Why are you on this ass version of ZSS? Ain't gonna make the big bucks here.

Someone new? He blinked. The name seemed half-familiar, but he didn't know why. He sat up and looked at the camera.

"You know something I don't, BigDom?"

_BigDom: Heh, I remember the last stream better than you do.

MonkeyLover: Is that why he's like this?

MonkeyLover: that explains so much.

DanDan: Come on. Just show off that ass.

DanDan: I came back here for this.

DanDan: $20 now for that ass._

He spread his legs absently, showing off his muscular cheeks and everything else down there. His balls hung low, forcing him to shift his position just a bit to keep his pucker in view as he looked at the screen. He rolled his cheeks for the viewers while talking.

"What do you mean, ass version?"

_BigDom: Trust me. This is nothing but freebie stuff. You want to make money? You use the real thing.

BigDom: want to switch over?_

"How?"

_BigDom: Heh. Guess you forgot. Don't worry. I saved your password.

DanDan: Wait.

DanDan: Bigdom? THE BigDom? Oh, shit.

BigDom: Ah, ah. No spoilers._

"What are you -"

Without warning, his screen changed. The background of a mostly-black screen combined with a bit of a chat window changed completely, with the chat block taking up the entirety of the screen with something else pulsing behind it. Something dark, with purple stripes through it, something that swirled and spun ever so slowly.

He was taken up by it, staring at it, his head slowly turning to the side as if he was trying to follow it in a circle. It left him dizzy almost immediately, and yet, the feeling was...so familiar.

_BigDom: Yeah, that's it.

BigDom: you remember now.

BigDom: you remember how good it feels.

BigDom: how good it feels to sink, to fall, to be a good little show-off._

He was...remembering something. Remembering the feeling of a toy up his ass last time that he'd streamed, remembering how it felt to fuck himself with a toy for a dozen or more people. It was enough to send life to his flaccid cock, and he moaned, his feet on the arms of his chair as he slowly started throbbing to life. His cock twitched twice, rising up and soon pointing toward the camera rather than to the floor.

He panted softly, the memories alone nearly enough to have him building up a sweat from the pleasure that he felt, but the spiral...that spiral was hitting him. It made him feel things.

"What...what's happening..."

_BigDom: Just a reminder of how it feels.

BigDom: ZSS is great, after all.

BigDom: ZSS: Zonked Streamer Services. You get in here, and you feel all kinds of stuff as we donate money.

DanDan: Oh, we can buy it now?

BigDom: Yep.

DanDan: Oh, in that case..._

Ping. A notice of a $30 donation popped up, but no sooner had it begun fading away than the spiral pulsed behind the chat. Takehiko gasped as he felt something between his legs, sitting up to look properly.

There was nothing there, nothing on his chair, nothing under his ass. Yet, as soon as he looked back at the spiral, he felt it again, some smooth tip that was slowly working under his balls, pressing against his pucker and gliding against it. He panted, his eyes going wide at the ghostly thing.

"What...how..."

He looked at the camera feed and his mouth dropped open. It looked like something from an old flash animation, a ghostly cock that just hovered between his legs, pushing and nudging against his pucker. He spread his cheeks further, trying to get a better look, only for the audience to get a better view at the same time.

More pings, more money. Twenty and ten, nothing more than a match of the previous one, but it was enough to get the ghostly cock moving. He stared at it, telling himself that it was just an illusion, some sort of virtual reality as the ghostly shaft moved closer and closer to his cock. He couldn't look away from it, or the spiral which had moved just behind the camera feed. When had that -

"Ah...ah...ahhhhhh!"

It was sliding in. It was fucking real.

"How...how the fuck..."

_BigDom: ZSS hypnosis. Don't worry. It's good.

BigDom: Just relax. Let it happen.

BigDom: Let the stream help you.

BigDom: Be a good boy for the spiral.

BigDom: It's good to make money, yeah?_

"Good...good to make...money..."

Fuck. It was making him money. Sixty dollars just for showing his ass and - mmph - letting that thing slide in. He could feel it going deeper, and if he looked at the camera, he could see it. The thing had to be half as thick as his own cock, going in slowly, taking its time to slowly push in.

Bit by bit, he saw his ass give in, and his cock throbbed, drooling and oozing on his stomach. He rolled his hips down, hardly believing that he was enjoying this, but on some level, he really, really was. Anal had never - mmph - been his thing, but seeing it going in that way, seeing his hole give in and accept it? Oh, fuck it felt damn good.

"Ah...mmph..."

He reached down to his cock, feeling the spiral in the chat getting stronger, brighter. It was harder to read the stuff that chat was saying, and easier to focus on the spiral.

Ping, ping.

More money, but this time, it was something else. He felt something lapping at his balls, something like...like tongues, but so different and weird and ephemeral. Glancing at the camera again, he saw that it was just that. Ghost tongues, just like the ghost cock.

_BigDom: That's right. You're enjoying it.

BigDom: You enjoy showing off.

BigDom: Showing off gives you money.

BigDom: Showing off gives you pleasure.

BigDom: You want to show off.

DanDan: Fuck yeah, keep showing off.

MonkeyLover: Man, if you could just stay naked forever...

ChrisCock: Man, why would you ever hide that dick?

AssEater: Or that ass. Fuck, I want tongue down there rather than toys._

He didn't know why they wanted to see him, but Takehiko was rapidly slipping past caring. He pulled his legs up high, his feet resting near his ears, and he showed off both his cock and his ass, his balls getting licked, his ass getting fucked faster and faster. His cheeks hurt from a grin that he didn't even know was there, and he stared at the spiral and the camera in turn.

God, he looked hot. He was getting rutted, railed almost, and his cock looked like it was getting...getting so hard. So stiff. They loved it. They loved him, and they wanted more of both.

"Yeah...yeah, you like that? You like this monkey dick?"

There were all kinds of affirmations that they did. He grinned, reaching down and spanking his ass.

"You love this?"

Oh, they did. They were very clear that they did.

"Then keep paying for it. Show me how much you - ah - ah - nnnngh!"

Ping. A $60 donation just popped in, and it was enough to make the toy in his ass that much bigger. The monkey's eyes went wide as the next thrust all but punched the breath out of his lungs, leaving him wheezing and staring at the screen.

Oh, fuck that was big. He couldn't see anything without looking at the camera, but when he did, he saw something that was much bigger than the humanoid shaft that he had seen at first. That had been small, barely half the size of his cock, but this was one nearly the size of a small horse. It was punching in, too, the thick head running through his guts, pushing up further than any toy that he could ever remember using in the past.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He wheezed as it kept going deeper, his eyes rolling back as the chat toyed with him. The very phrase left him burning in the face. Toyed with him, as if they were treating him as nothing more than something to pull out of the toybox for their amusement.

Why the hell did that get him hard?

Ping. Another one, and this time...this time, there was no sudden brush of pleasure, no new tongues or toys or anything else. Instead, the spiral brightened, and he stared at it, his eyes caught at the very center as words started poking through his mind, words that might have come from chat or somewhere else entirely.

Show-off.

Slut.

Exposed.

Horny.

Horny when Naked.

No Clothes.

Naked Monkey.

He stared, his breath catching in his throat as the various commands were pushed right into his skull, his eyes widening further and further as his cock got harder and harder. He had never, ever felt this hard before, and yet, he was sure that he wasn't anywhere close to orgasm. On some level, he didn't want to be.

"Nnngh...more...come on...more..."

_MonkeyLover: Monkey likes to be naked.

MonkeyLover: Monkey likes to show off.

MonkeyLover: Monkey likes to put his dick on camera. Makes him hornier than anything else.

DanDan: Monkey likes it up the ass.

DanDan: Monkey likes showing that he likes it up the ass.

DanDan: Monkey is an ass slut.

BigDom: Everyone likes you as a slut.

BigDom: Everyone likes you naked.

BigDom: Don't you like doing what everyone likes?

BigDom: Don't you want everyone to like you?_

His breath caught in his throat at that idea, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he almost came right then and there. His toes curled tight against the arms of the chair, and his breath wheezed out as he shivered from head to toe. God, that felt good, and the idea...the thought of showing off to make people like him...

That need to have someone pursuing him...

Paying for him...

Obsessing over him...

Fuck, that fed his ego, and it made him want it even more. He nodded without thinking about it.

_BigDom: You want it.

BigDom: You are a ZSS boy.

BigDom: You are a ZSS toy._

"I'm a...a ZSS boy...a ZSS toy..."

_BigDom: Keep saying that.

BigDom: You can cum.

BigDom: But only if you make enough money.

DanDan: how much?

BigDom: Let's say $1,000.

AssEater: I can pay that.

AssEater: But I want his ass reamed.

BigDom: I bet. But it's up to him whether he spends that money to cum...or keeps it for what he needs it for._

Keep for bills, or spend for pleasure? Keep for bills, or spend for pleasure?

Takehiko moaned, feeling his toes curling tight from the idea of being kept on this edge for as long as it took to make the money to earn his way out of it. His eyes clenched shut, but only for a moment before he was looking at the spiral again.

With each passing second, that spiral and its magical words were making him feel so good, so hot about being exposed and shown off. It felt good to have his dick out, even better to have his ass spread by some dick that might or might not have been there. Was it -

He looked down, and his eyes went wide as he saw it. Or...something like it. It was blue, impossibly spectral, but he could see it with his own eyes now, floating between his legs and rutting him bit by bit. His cock jumped every time that it bottomed out, feeling it forcing his hole wide open and teasing him with the friction-stretch that followed. Goddamn, but it was amazing, and he wanted -

Ping.

Another reward, another - oh, fuck, another hundred. The toy disappeared, replaced by a tongue that went right for his pucker. His mouth went wide as he arched his back, thrusting his hips right off the chair to grind against that tongue.

"Oh, FUCK!"

His ass cheeks spasmed as that broad, slippery ghost tongue worked him over, dragging along his rim and almost thrusting into it right off the bat. He couldn't find enough air to talk, his heart hammering in his chest, sweat droplets running from his head down his temples, along his chest and stomach, everywhere. He felt like he was bathing in it, his body hair and fur swept back by the sheer deluge of it.

"Fuck...fuck..."

He was so close, so on edge. He fucked his ass back against the ghost tongue, feeling it almost sliding into him more than once, and the chat was going wild. They loved him.

They loved him...as a toy.

Ah...nngh...

The spiral held his mind again, and he slowly went still as he stared at it, his cock bobbing, twitching, throbbing, spitting pre-cum against his belly as the words went by. He couldn't look away, and that ghost tongue ground against his stretched hole as he read the words.

_Horny.

Exhibitionist.

Toy.

Slutty.

Monkey.

Boy.

Horny.

ZSS.

Toy._

"I'm a...ZSS boy...I'm a...ZSS toy..."

Every time he repeated it, he could feel that pleasure doubling, rebounding on him. Admitting what he was, not a streamer, but a toy for those that watched them, was as humiliating as it was arousing. His head rolled back against the back of the chair, but his eyes couldn't leave the screen.

_DanDan: I want to see if he'll blow.

MonkeyLover: I got $200 lying around.

AssEater: I'll throw another hundred in.

DeepDickin: $300 here.

BigDom: Let's see what sort of discipline our little toy has. Will he spend it...or will he keep it?_

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

With each donation, he could feel his cock throbbing that much harder and that much stronger. His balls felt like they were rising up. The tongue had been replaced with the horse cock again, and he stared at it as it went deep, so far inside him. He had to be hallucinating, or the spiral was doing other things to his head, or -

Or it didn't matter, and it just felt good. The toy, the ghostly blue ass that bounced on his cock, the tongues on his balls, everything was pushing him right to the edge. He wanted to cum, he needed to cum, but -

But the bills.

But reality.

But everything else.

The choice came up, and he saw it glowing in front of the spiral. It was asking him: Cum or Keep?

He made the only choice he could. He took the mouse to the 'Keep' option and clicked it. The money drained away, and he moaned as he felt his orgasm drift off with it. His balls were still pent-up, his cock still throbbed, but he couldn't help himself. He needed the money.

BigDom: That's a good toy. Now...let's keep going.

Takehiko groaned when he woke up the next morning. The feeling of being sweat-soaked was a familiar one, but it was usually accompanied by a hot summer morning, not a comfortable fall chill. And he was usually in bed, not sprawled out at the computer.

But he was naked, and he had morning wood, which was something. He chuckled as he looked at his cock, shifting his weight off his sore tail as he reached down.

However, as soon as he touched his cock, it started going soft. Not completely flaccid, to be fair, but softer than usual for morning wood. He blinked, cocking his head to the side as he looked at the weak shaft.

"The hell..."

He pulled his hand back, waited for a few seconds as it came back up, and then tried to stroke it again. Just like before, it went down.

"What the hell?"

Ping. Ping.

Two notifications from his phone. He grabbed it and checked. One was from his bank, telling him that he'd just deposited -

"No way..."

He re-read it, but there was no denying the numbers. He'd deposited $1,800 from the ZSS job last night. $1,800. That was...that was more than enough to carry him through the billing cycle for the month, and possibly well into next, considering that he'd been paid by work already and had another paycheck coming. Holy shit.

Shaking his head as he dismissed the notification, he opened the other. That one came from ZSS, and it was a little more concerning. He muttered under his breath as he read it out loud.

"To user Takehiko, here is a summary of the stream of yadda-yadda, both your income and the new conditions you've accepted for your service, yadda-yadda-yadda...reversible upon agreement of both company moderator and payment of $500..."

His eyes went wide as the realization of what he'd just entered into came crashing down on him. Not only had he moved from the free version of ZSS - which he'd assumed was all he had until BigDom started messaging him last night - to the paid, premium version, but he'd also accepted BigDom as his ZSS moderator. That didn't sound too bad, until he saw that it granted the man permission to moderate more than the stream chat. It allowed him to moderate the rewards that the chat could claim, as well as...

As well as the hypnotic controls and conditioning that he could be put through on a stream. His eyes widened further and further as he saw what had happened to him. Exhibitionism had been raised to a near-all-powerful kink, forcing him to go soft if he didn't have an audience for his pleasure. More than that, he'd gotten a 'size queen' kink, and the list just went on, and on, and on...

And the only way that he'd cum...was if he earned enough. He had been pushed into a contract requiring a minimum $1,000 stream to actually be able to cum, and that $1,000 would either be spent on orgasm, or go to his bank. He was essentially in a chastity contract unless he upped his game.

"...Oh, fuck..."

And he was getting hard just thinking about it...

The End

Summary: Takehiko has a rather...interesting experience streaming with ZSS, a new streaming service.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Anal, Rimming, Sweat, Monkey, Streaming, Exhibitionism, ZSS, Embarrassment, Arousal, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Chastity, Domination, Chat, Edging,