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The Am-Drag Stream

Locktober Special

For justacritic

By Draconicon

The months continued to run by, and Jake continued to delve deeper and deeper into ZSS. The streaming 'job' was getting to be the core of his life, and the dragon - staying that way more and more, and risking things in public at times for mobile streams - was losing more and more of his connections to his old life, to the old way that things were. It would have bothered him if he wasn't so often distracted by the upcoming work that he had to do for ZSS, always thinking of the next stream and the next meeting with his representative. They were...very convincing, and they were always reminding him just how good at this he was.

The praise, the attention, everything that they offered was better than his old job. He just felt good here, and it was hard to say why. The blank spaces, the little moments where time just sped by between streams, and even during the streams were increasing, and if he had been getting any less out of it, he might have wondered what was happening during those times.

But he was getting so much, and he was so happy, that he didn't really care. Jake just took it as it came, and that was enough for him.

"So," he said as he settled into his gaming chair. "What are we thinking for October, dude?"

_ScalyAdmin: That's something that I wanted to talk to you about.

ScalyAdmin: There's a challenge that we like to run during October, something that only our top-tier people - those that are partner and are close to being one - get offered.

ScalyAdmin: You interested?_

"Yeah, you know it."

_ScalyAdmin: That's what I like to hear.

ScalyAdmin: Just for security, though.

ScalyAdmin: Gotta log you in properly._

"Yeah, go for -"

The shimmering lights on his monitor amped up for a moment, and the American Dragon was completely lost in them. His eyes hazed over, and he leaned froward a little more, his cock already growing stiff and hard in the tight lycra pants that he had taken to wearing over the last few weeks. No need for more than that. Just let it out...let it throb...let it drip...

In the space of a few seconds, the American Dragon had gone from gamer to boy-toy, and he groaned, leaning back and groping his cock as the streamer 'sona was pulled out of its cage in the back of his mind. He grinned in that slutty-cocky way that he always did while he was on camera, showing off everything that he had to offer. His long tail anchored him to the chair, and he put one foot up on the desk, curling his toes for the foot-lovers that may or may not have been there. All the while, he stroked himself through his pants, encouraging his cock to keep rising, keep throbbing, keep twitching for the camera.

_ScalyAdmin: Yeah, that's the stuff.

ScalyAdmin: That said, you better be ready to take a break from it._

"Nnngh...heh, what for? They love seeing this shit."

ScalyAdmin: Because the challenge is Locktober. And the device for it should be arriving...now.

Ding dong.

Jake groaned at the interruption to his self-pleasure, but still managed to get up. The lycra pants were so tight around his erection, and he growled under his breath as he walked along, feeling just how stiff and obvious it was. Even in human form - something that he still went around in outside the house, as a novelty - he was showing off more than he should in polite company, but as a dragon? When he was this big, when he was this hard, he might as well have been wearing no more than latex body-paint. It was a hot, hot, hot feeling, and he loved the way that it just swayed.

The postman had already gone away when he opened the door, probably a good thing to avoid any further legal troubles about exposure and indecency. He pulled the package in with his tail, something no larger than his clenched fist, and walked back to his bedroom.

"What the hell's this?" he asked as he sat down.

ScalyAdmin: Open it and find out.

The normal attitude of the American Dragon was right out the window when he was in this state. Months of streaming had encouraged him to have almost two different personalities, one that was useful elsewhere, one that was a complete slut on-stream. The latter was the one in charge right now, and it was both curious and obedient.

He slit the tape with his claws, pulling the sides of the box open to peer inside. The item inside made him stare.

"This...this is a..."

ScalyAdmin: Why do you think they call it Locktober?

Jake tilted the box to the side, revealing a chastity cage as it fell into the palm of his hand. It wasn't a big one, either, not the sort that just tilted down and caressed the cock by letting it fall over one's balls and curl towards one's taint. No, this one was meant specifically to cage and keep the shaft in one place, ensuring that the large rod of anyone that wore it was trapped and controlled, kept in bondage.

Just looking at it sent a shiver down his spine. Just holding it made his cock throb all the harder, almost like a fear-boner that wouldn't be held back.

"What's the idea?"

_ScalyAdmin: Simple.

ScalyAdmin: You wear that, we put in a few new point-redeems for your followers.

ScalyAdmin: They tip to tease you. If you can resist cumming until the end of the month? You get the whole pot.

ScalyAdmin: But if you lose control..._

Then he'd get nothing, and the company probably got it all. The audience would be pushing him hard, considering what they'd been enjoying the last few streams. One of the things they seemed to like most were his explosive orgasms, forcing him to edge, edge, and edge until he was nothing more than a fountain by the end of the stream, blowing his load so far and so much that it was a risk to his computer. He'd almost needed to cover the entire room in a tarp after some of those explosions.

It was a big temptation. The thought of getting that much money, of having all those eyes on him...

"You sure it's gonna be good, dawg?"

ScalyAdmin: The last person that won the challenge brought in over $50k for that month.

"Fifty...holy shit..."

That was enough money to keep him going for months. And the idea of actually taking on a challenge like that...

The Am-Drag didn't back down from a challenge. Jake nodded.

"I'll do it."

ScalyAdmin: Great. Let me start the stream so you can cage up for everyone to see.

He nodded, only to get another blast of spiraling, pulsing light from the monitor. Jake groaned, his head spinning, and by the time he was able to see straight again, he was not only staring at the camera feed, but at an eager chatbox, and he was naked. Where had his lycra pants gone? What was -

_FFiend: What's this I hear about chastity?

FFiend: Since when does the Am-Drag cage his cock?

DarkDungeon: Since he's got the urge to be broken in.

DarkDungeon: I bet that bitch is going to be mewling like a kitten by the end of this.

DarkDungeon: That dick needs to be locked up and controlled.

FFiend: Well, he needs to be locked up and teased, at least.

ButtLover69: I bet he's going to get really well-acquainted with anal by the end of this._

The teasing was already running in full swing, and Jake chuckled nervously as he realized what he might have gotten himself into. At the same time, his cock was bobbing up and down, throbbing, twitching with eager need, and he knew that he was more than ready for the pure pleasure that this was going to offer him. He gripped the cage that much tighter as he leaned back in his chair, grinning at the camera.

"Hey, yo, it's the Am-Drag coming to you here. Gonna be doing that Locktober challenge that I've been hearing so much about, and this is what I'm going to be wearing."

He held up the cage for all to see, all while posing with his feet up on the desk and his legs spread wide. His cock oozed pre-cum all over his muscular stomach, and his cheeks were spread just enough for the camera to catch sight of his asshole. Jesus, he was looking hot these days. His hole looked just enough used to be attractive rather than leaving one worried if he could take something, but not quite gaping yet.

_DarkDungeon: Yeah, cage it, you slut.

DarkDungeon: I wanna see that thing rusting with pre by the time you take it off.

FFiend: He'll be eager for any kind of stimulation by the end of this.

FFiend: Maybe we'll get him to cum from other things.

GameControls: I bet his body's going to be an instrument of pleasure.

GameControls: We'll play him instead of games._

They were eager, alright. Eager as hell. And hearing someone tell him to 'cage it', hearing someone just about command him to lock it up...

Pulsing lights and throbbing need followed. Oh, the idea of being all locked up, the feeling of his cock throbbing against the metal cage, knowing that he was going to be tense and needy all month? Oh, that was going to be fucking hot. He grinned as he flicked his cock a few times.

"Gonna need to get this soft, first. Whaddya say, chat? Do I jerk off for you before -"

_DarkDungeon: Fuck no. Ice it down.

FFiend: Don't spoil it.

FFiend: Go soft naturally, or something.

DarkDungeon: If you didn't jerk off last night, that's your problem.

ButtLover69: Yeah. No more seed spilling. You're on the clock now._

"I - you -"

ScalyAdmin: Your chat has spoken. Go get some ice, Am-Drag.

His cheeks burned as he started to realize what he'd agreed to. While he had jerked off yesterday, it had been just the once, and that didn't feel like enough anymore. Usually, he was getting off a minimum of four times a day, and his balls already felt swollen and eager from being on camera. They always felt like they were going into overdrive the minute that he had an audience, and this was no exception.

Getting up, he made a quick trip to the kitchen, getting some ice cubes and bringing them back with him. With chat watching, he pressed them to his balls, hissing as the cold cubes hissed as the heat of his body started melting them down almost immediately, but the chill was still almost like rough hands down there, manhandling his balls. He groaned, leaning his head back, his toes curled tight as he panted and huffed. The chat loved it, too. They were chuckling and mocking him, talking about how his cock was going to learn its place, and he would have been lying if he said that the comments didn't get to him.

Fuck, this was just getting hotter and hotter.

As soon as his cock was soft, he put the bowl of ice off to the side. It was a little hard to manhandle his balls through the base cock ring, and harder to slide his half-numbed dick through it. However, soon it was done, and he had the glimmering steel ring at the base of his dick.

ScalyAdmin: Now the tube.

Right, the tube. He picked up the steel length, holding it at the base of his cock. Just seeing the comparison reminded him of just how intense this was going to be. Even soft, his cock was at least seven inches, and he knew that it grew quite a bit further when he was hard. The cage? It was only four inches long. His soft, flaccid cock would be crushed down by almost half its length just to fit into the cage.

And somehow, that turned him on.

He squirted some lube inside of the metal tube to make sure that he could sidle his dick on in, but even that was nearly enough to start making him hard again. He huffed as he wiggled it down, encouraged and egged on by his chat.

_DarkDungeon: That's it.

DarkDungeon: Cage that fucking thing.

DarkDungeon: Make it so you're just a little ass-slut.

FFiend: Keep those feet up.

FFiend: I love looking at those fucking soles.

FFiend: So hot.

ButtLover69: Fucking hell, that ass is going to be gaping by the end of this month.

DarkDungeon: You're a caged slut. No real dragon would let his dick be caged.

GameControls: Mmm, you're going to be fun to play with this month.

ScalyAdmin: And there's the new redeems._

Click. The cage reached the base of his cock, and some sort of electric lock sealed it in place. He groaned as his cock felt all the more sensitive now that he couldn't touch it, and he hissed as he felt the cage slip just a bit further down, the part around the tip of his cock almost magnetically dragged down so he couldn't just move it around, or roll it, or tease it.

It was bad enough just like that, but then he saw something worse. The chatbox rolled up, and someone had redeemed something for merely five-hundred points.

DarkDungeon has redeemed Five-Minute Vibes.

"What - Nnngh!"

Jake gasped, his hips twitching up as he felt the cage suddenly start buzzing, humming away around his dick. There were vibrators built into the cage?! That wasn't fair!

Yet, even as he huffed and panted, even as he gripped the arms of his chair to desperately keep a grip on reality, he could see the tips rolling in. Dollars that were going to go right into his bank account if he could keep this up for the whole month, if he could keep from losing control during that time. He panted, his cheeks turning up in a blushing grin.

"Come on, guys...that all you got? Give it to me...show me what you can do!"

Thirty-one days later...

It was October 31, Halloween, and Jake Long was completely at the mercy of his chat. His eyes were rolled back in their sockets and he stood over the wreckage of a fucking machine that the chat had bought for him. The whole thing smoked from the intense speed that it had been modded to reach, the damn thing broken from overuse, and the dildo that had been on the end of it was still embedded in his ass.

"Fuck...fuck..."

His hips bucked every few seconds on their own, the vibrators buzzing away in the cage almost constantly now. His cheeks burned hot, and his eyes rolled back again and again when the other redeems pinged in.

Ping. Prostate buzz.

Ping. Nipple tease.

Ping. Oil up.

Jake panted, his face twitching, his mind in a haze. Something slipped -

"I can't take it! Please, fucking please, let me cum, let me fucking cum! I can't - I can't - I can't -"

Then the colors came. His breathing slowed, and his lips turned up in another cocky grin as he looked his chat right in the eye.

"Yeah...that's it...you love looking at me...you love seeing me like this...come on...I can take it..."

Back and forth, back and forth the personalities went. The trance was shaken, nearly broken from the intense stimulation, and the persona for the stream and the remnants of the dragon beneath were in constant war for supremacy, one wanting to keep going for the stream's profit, one wanting to end this while there was still some bit of him left.

They were not going to stop. Not now. Not when there was still so much...

Jake growled, thumping the cock cage against the desk, showing off what they'd done to him over the month. His dick...his dick was throbbing, parts of the compressed shaft shoved through the slight holes in the cage. The metal had been made with the idea of 'air holes' and 'shower gaps', but he was so turned on that his cock had long-since plugged those with the swollen flesh. What it couldn't do to extend forward it did by extending out, and what it couldn't do there, it just pushed against the cage. Push, swell, push, swell, lifting his cock up ever so slightly in the cage and making his groin just...ache.

Everything ached, but it was a needy, hot ache.

The switch flipped again, and Jake tumbled back into his chair, a sweaty mess, desperately grabbing for the dildo in his ass. He held the base of it, the broken-off arm of the fucking machine a handy handle as he started ramming it past his busted rim.

"Ah...ah...ah! So...so fucking..."

_ButtLover69: That's what I love to see.

FFiend: Put those legs higher! I want those sweaty soles!

ButtLover69: Someone lost to anal.

ButtLover69: Someone that can't stop.

DarkDungeon: He's almost broken.

ButtLover69: Never getting off to anything but anal.

DarkDungeon: Controlled, slutty...horny...Heh. I bet he doesn't even really want to cum anymore._

"I need to cum! Fucking - please, please, please, just make me - Nnngh!"

He was so close, but there was just that little bit of resistance there, that little bit of pressure that was keeping him from getting off by hammering his prostate. He didn't know why he couldn't push past it; the flow of pre-cum through the cage was so ridiculously high at this point that he was all but sure that he was going to be wearing a rusted cage by the end of the night.

No, no more, not for the night, couldn't take it, couldn't -

"Nnnnngh!"

He pushed the toy out, his asshole gaping for the camera. He'd taken a fist before, he could do it again. It might actually be big enough now that he'd ruined his ass with the fucking machine. He started to reach down -

The colors.

The tingles.

The control.

His hand shook as it slowly pulled back from his ass, and he smiled again, almost drooling from the corners of his mouth as he grabbed his thighs, instead. He leaned back, pulling his legs up, his sweaty soles on either side of his head as he turned to the camera. His cage oozed pre-cum over his balls, down his taint, and over his hole. So much, so much heat and warmth and slime going down there.

His balls. Oh, his balls were so huge now, particularly as he looked into the camera and saw what they had become. They were bigger than his fist, and their weight pulled them down so far that they almost hid his hole. They would have, if it wasn't for the stretching that his ass had gone through over the course of the month. He brought his tail up, tracing around his rim, making his already-shaky smile tremble further as the chat saw him, as he teased himself, as he realized that he was so fucking close.

"Yeah, you love it. See how good I am? It's almost there...just five minutes left, heh. You can't break me."

Ping. Prostate buzz.

One of three eggs that he'd had rammed up his guts at the beginning of the month flicked on again, and even entranced, the Am-Drag felt it. He threw his head back, almost stabbing through the back of the chair with one horn as he panted, his hole clenching shut tightly before gaping once more. His toes fanned out, his legs shook, and his cock jerked with pre-cum shooting through the tip.

_DarkDungeon: Was that an orgasm?

DarkDungeon: Better not have been.

FFiend: No, he didn't curl his toes the way that he usually does.

GameControls: Man, he's looking hot.

GameControls: Almost wish he was out of that so we could make him suck himself.

ButtLover69: Heh, think you'll ever get off with your dick again, Am-Drag?_

"Not...not sure..."

At this point, he honestly wasn't sure if he would be able to get off normally again. A month of teasing, vibrating, and more...

Ping. Another redeem. FFiend wanted him to oil up and put the toys to use again.

He groaned as the eggs kept going wild in his ass, his chastity cage feeling so tight, so tiny, so over-stuffed with how his cock kept trying to harden. His oversized balls were feeding his dick more pre-cum and goo than it could entirely get rid of, leaving his cock all but swimming in it as a weak stream escaped through the various holes around his shaft.

He brought the toys up, a pair of thick dildos that he put on his desk. He lathered his feet up in special oils that the company had sent, and he pressed them to the silicone cocks -

"Mmmph!"

Everything, everything felt more sensitive since he had gone through the chastity of a month, but the oils had been the bane of his existence. Whether as a lube, as a massage oil, or as this, they turned up the sensitivity of wherever it was applied. His feet were nearly a goddamn erogenous zone at this point, sensitive and shiny and -

Fuck, fuck, fuck, just giving a footjob on camera was getting him horny and drippy and -

Another switch. Jake desperately rammed his own tail up his ass, rapidly fucking himself, the wet 'schlick-schlick' sound of it going in and out, the ridges on his tail grinding on his rim and his prostate making it all the more lewd. He arched his back against the chair, screaming as he tried everything that he could to get himself off. He slid the toys between his toes, fucking every sensitive spot, and his tail went six inches, twelve, eighteen, a full two feet into him, fucking his depths and leaving him so fucking close -

_ScalyAdmin: Ten.

ScalyAdmin: Nine.

ScalyAdmin: Eight._

So close. The two personalities fought to stay conscious, one wanting to cum, the other trying to hold out for the last few seconds. They were dripping, sliming, squirming, so close to the edge, so close to being rewarded.

Ping. Prostate buzz.

Another egg went off, and Jake screaming and whimpering like he had never done before. His balls felt like they were trying to pull up, but the ring around the base of his cock was keeping them from making it up easily. The sheer weight of their load was so intense that it was a tease in and of itself.

_ScalyAdmin: Three.

ScalyAdmin: Two.

ScalyAdmin: One.

ScalyAdmin: Zero. Happy Locktober, everyone._

And just like that, all the toys...stopped. The buzzing in his ass, around his cock, the utter urgency, even the sensitivity, just died. Jake slumped back, slightly over a foot of tail still buried between his cheeks as he struggled to catch his breath, a breath-stealing numbness creeping over him as all the stimulation was just...taken away.

It was, in some ways, the ultimate denial. It wasn't even a ruined orgasm. It was a moment of pure denial, where all that stimulation, all that promise, all that tease, was just...ripped away, leaving him not even on the cusp, but with all the pleasure just falling away, leaving him with almost nothing.

The dragon almost wanted it to start all over again, and he nearly passed out from the sheer amount of stimuli drop. His head spun, the trance struggling to reassert itself, but eventually, it did. The dragon turned to the camera, looking at himself, and he chuckled.

"Fuck...fuck, I'm a mess...but I did it, guys. I'm the Am-Drag, and I win."

Chat was split between being denied a show and being impressed that he had managed it. Hell, even the cocky streamer-persona was rather impressed that they had made it. Considering how hard those last few minutes had been, it had never entirely been guaranteed that he'd make it to the end of the month.

But what a month it had been. As Jake leaned back, catching his breath, his chat pinged.

_ScalyAdmin: Great job.

ScalyAdmin: Now, how do you feel about raising the stakes?_

The dragon's eyes went wide. Raising -

"What the hell are you talking about?"

_ScalyAdmin: Oh, just a little opportunity.

ScalyAdmin: You could cash out now, and we'll unlock that thing, and there's no shame at all. You did just make it a month.

DarkDungeon: Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?

GameControls: Oh, he's going to be a mess if Scaly's thinking what I'm thinking.

ScalyAdmin: But we did just finish October. There's another November event.

ScalyAdmin: Of course, it requires a buy-in.

DarkDungeon: I fucking knew it.

DarkDungeon: Do it, Am-Drag. Do it!

ScalyAdmin: Your winnings from this month are $49k. Not quite a record, but they could be.

ScalyAdmin: If you can complete No-Nut November._

"No...Nut...November?"

The three words barely made any sense, and the thought of putting himself in for another month of what he'd just experienced brought about a perfect mix of horrified and needy feelings. His competitive side begged him to take it, to set that record, while the part of him that had come out so desperately during the last five minutes begged him to just stop, to take it and go, to not put himself through that again.

It was all a mix of emotions in the back of his head as he stared wordlessly at his monitor. Chat, clearly, loved the idea, and DarkDungeon in particular was offering to throw out a shit-ton of money if he could have the chance to be part of 'helping' during part of the month in-person. Some of the others were begging for him to put on jocks during that time and keep them to sell later, so that they could get his musk.

The entire fan-base that his streaming had built up was cheering for him to take the offer and sign himself up for more suffering. He could barely believe it, shaking his head slowly as he looked at the words scrawling up his screen, even as his cock began to throb again at the idea of being denied for a whole other month.

ScalyAdmin: What do you say, Am-Drag? You in?

"Mmmph..."

He should say no. The reasonable thing to do would be to say no; he had gotten more than enough money to keep him going for months, and he could take a break from streaming, get his head on straight, make sure that he wasn't doing anything even stupider than he already had. His balls needed a break, needed relief, needed something after a whole month of denial and overstimulation.

And yet, at the same time, it had been the hottest month that he had ever imagined, and he'd done some stupid - if hot - things during it. Going out to the store at midnight in nothing but a pair of lycra shorts, buzzing and showing off his dick to the chat via his phone and risking getting caught. Naked walks in the park. Going to the 'toy shop' and sucking someone off in a booth in a desperate measure to get something even if he couldn't get what he really needed at the time.

God...fucking...

ScalyAdmin: Well?

"...I...I...I'll do it."

ScalyAdmin: Excellent. The redeems will be back and improved tomorrow, everyone. Jake, get some rest. You're going to need it.

The End

Summary: Jake Long continues the adventures in stream-land, and this time decides to go for Locktober. It might have been a mistake.

Tags: M/solo, Streaming, Chatbox, Stream Chat, American Dragon, Rule 34, Chastity, Edging, Denial, Risk, Anal, Tail Sex, Foot Fetish, Exhibitionism, Exposure, Desperation, Teasing, Prostitution, Pre-Cum,