ScreenPets 4
#4 of ScreenPets
"Ugh, I've been a complete horn-ball all day," exclaimed Baph as he readied for bed. He pulled down his sheets, then sat on the edge to remove his shoes.
"Horn-ball?" Kanang looked up from the other side of the room, at his bed. The two had decided that, if they were to live together, it would probably be for the best if they slept in separate places for the time being. "How so?"
"Well, surely you've had a day where you just can't get a certain thought out of your head?" Baph removed his second sock, standing again to remove his shirt. "Today, for me, that thought was just directionless yiffiness."
Kanang murred softly to himself as he eyed Baph's back; his shoulders, especially when raised like that, made him feel a twinge of longing. It was a strange feeling, especially since Baph was almost always uncoordinated enough to get his elbows stuck in the shirt, as had happened this time as well. Chuckling at his new roommate's predicament, he considered the options. "Want to... do something about it?" he asked mischievously, grinning a thin, curled smile.
"Nah," Baph shook his head as he finally freed himself from his shirt. "Thanks for the offer; I certainly thought about that, but I think I'm just too tired. Tonight was really busy; you wouldn't believe it."
Kanang snuck up behind Baph, tiptoeing quietly. "You sure? We could have a lot of" - he hugged Baph from the back, grinding ever-so-slightly against his tail as his hands drifted along Baph's chest - "mmm, fun."
Baph broke free, turning to look sternly at his assailant. "Kanang, you know I'm not into other guys like that; please stop trying to convert me! Honestly right now, I think the only thing I need is some rest; I'm very tired and I don't think I'd enjoy such activities right now to their fullest anyway."
Kanang sighed. "I'm sorry; you know how hard it is on me when I *do* see other guys that way. If rest is what you need, then rest is what you need. Maybe we can play a little tomorrow night if you're... up for it." His grin was more apologetic this time.
"Tomorrow would probably be much more welcome." Baph began unbuttoning his pants, slowly removing them. "You going to bed too, then?"
Kanang thought about it a little bit; his previous comment, along with what had initially started the conversation, had given him an idea. "No, I think I'm going to stay up and watch a little TV."
"You sure?" Baph had removed his pants, leaving his boxers on, which meant nothing to Kanang's imagination. "I thought you had a big thing tomorrow at the hospital."
"Well, sort of, but it's nothing too major; I've stayed up later before more urgent matters. Besides, I need some time to unwind before I can even think of sleeping." Kanang's gaze lingered near Baph's crotch, thinking more on his devious plan. "I'll turn it down so you can get to sleep."
"Thanks, I've got an important lecture in the morning, actually. Good night, then."
"Good night, love."
As Kanang closed the door to the bedroom, he made sure the light was off before heading towards the TV room. When he got there, he did indeed turn on the TV in case Baph woke up or got curious; however, his attention was truly turned towards the computer screen. "Horn-ball all day, eh?" he whispered to himself quietly. "Let's see how much fun we can have with that..."
With that, Kanang opened up a text editor and began typing away, soon lost in various commands and protocols of the program in his mind. The idea of it got him quite hard rather quickly, which was difficult to hide while wearing nothing. Not that he had to, as his roommate understood such things. Every once in a while, he had to take a break to relieve himself in the bathroom to even concentrate further, being careful not to make so much noise as to disturb Baph's sleep.
Kanang's program took a little over two hours to complete; every time he thought he was done, he kept thinking of yet another little detail that the program just couldn't do without. Once he did finish, he compiled it and saved the result as a new plug-in: horn-ball.
"Only thing left to do now is let the program run its course." He started the ScreenPets program; a small pixellated image of a sleeping Baph appeared on the screen. Stroking himself lightly, chuckling at his own devious plan, he right-clicked on the image's crotch and chose the option to run his new plug-in. Immediately, two poles shot up in the image's boxers, painfully stiff if the program was working properly. He was very tempted to play with them, but thought better of it; Baph might wake up, and all the fun would be gone. Instead, he pleasured himself swiftly to get rid of his last bit of tension and returned to the bedroom.
Before turning in for the night, Kanang looked over his sleeping roommate longingly. Sure enough, his twin erections were quite present, already soaking the boxers through over-producing pre. Baph even seemed to be mildly grinding into the fabric, likely subconsciously, as he slept. Grinning slyly, Kanang returned to his bed and joined his roomie in slumber.
Throughout the night, Baph's dreams were filled with erotic thoughts. Most of the time, it involved him in various situations he found particularly arousing; in several dreams, he pleasured himself, while in others an unseen force did it. There were a few in which he couldn't touch himself; these were his favorite. Throughout the night, he subconsciously humped into his mattress, occasionally finding enough movement to grab one of his throbbing shafts and thrust into his hand.
*beep* *beep* *beep*
Baph woke up the next morning at 6:30. This was later than he was used to, but he felt it was necessary to get more rest before an important lecture; it kept his brain awake during the droning of the professor. He sat up, legs resting on the edge of the bed, and stretched, yawning. He then gazed down, not too terribly surprised to see he had morning wood. He *was* surprised, however, to find that he had completely soaked his boxers and that he reeked of musk. He gathered his clothes for the day and headed for the bathroom. "I'll just take a quick shower and get rid of this smell and the yiffiness at the same time," he thought to himself as he started the water.
First, Baph took care to wash his hair thoroughly, then began working on his torso. He worked a thick lather into his scales, making sure to clean every inch. As he got progressively lower, his mind lingered to his dreams the night before, and his members seemed to throb all the more diligently. Finally, he arrived at the place he had been anticipating and slowly worked the soap over both shafts, pre leaking out of each quite rapidly, mixing with the soap as he rubbed, then stroked his begging members.
The pleasure was alarming; Baph couldn't remember the last time he had jerked off with such reaction. Within a minute, he was reduced to sitting on the floor of the shower, leaning back against the wall, trying desperately not to moan so loud it woke Kanang as he stroked harder, faster. With each now forceful motion, his cocks throbbed harder, almost seeming to grow between his claws. Baph closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, the pleasure almost too much to stand as he finally hit climax. Stifling a low roar, Baph thrust into his greedy hands one more time, shooting cum all over the wall before him. His legs convulsed as his internal testicles spilled their contents and, unbeknownst to him, continued to produce at a steady pace.
When the orgasm ebbed, Baph was left panting on the floor of the shower, water still flowing over him. His lust seemed to have subsided for the time, and his cocks had become slightly flaccid. After several minutes of afterglow, he snapped out of it, realizing he was going to be late if he didn't hurry up. Rushed, he rinsed himself off, dried himself on a towel, and threw on his clothes, not paying too much heed to his members, already fully erect again. Very carefully, he pressed them up against his body as he practically jumped into his pants and ran out the door to the lecture.
Baph's old apartment had been within biking distance of the University; at the time, he had no idea he was passing by his soon-to-be roommate's place every day. Now, it was an easy five-minute walk. He ran.
As he ran, he finally began noticing his erections again; it was highly unusual for them to become that hard that soon after an orgasm, and now the rubbing of his pants against them as he ran was setting him off. He could feel pre flowing from their tips, likely soaking his boxers again; even his balls seemed to be on the same wavelength, eager to be emptied again.
"Ugh, I hope this goes away so I can concentrate on the professor..." thought Baph aloud as he bolted for the building his morning class was in. Upon arriving, he took his usual seat towards the back of the class; even this action brought his attention down to his crotch, which almost seemed to stare at him in desperation and expectation. He tried valiantly to focus on anything else - the blackboard, his notebook, his pencil - but everything seemed to draw him back to his own throbbing dragonhood. After two minutes of waiting for the professor, he decided to run to the bathroom; the professor was generally tolerant of late and even truant students, and this was an unusually urgent matter.
He silently thanked his luck that no one else was in the bathroom when he got there. Immediately, he entered the stall closest to the wall, dropped his pants, and sat down on the toilet. He gazed fixedly at his twin throbbing cocks, both now completely covered in pre and still leaking it profusely. He swiftly grabbed both, one in each claw, and began stroking them hard. The pleasure that filled his mind this time was even greater than in the shower not seven minutes before, and very soon he was bucking needfully into his hands, now spurting pre against the stall door. He could feel himself on the edge, so close...
And that's where he stayed. Each touch seemed to wrack his whole body with intense pleasure, yet all he could do was twitch and pre. The pressure just built and built, but there was no end in sight. Within seconds he was panting heavily, the need for release overpowering every ounce of sense in him as he continued to stroke himself desperately.
Grunting and panting, twitching and bucking, Baph could literally do no more than work his hands; after almost twenty painful minutes of pressure build-up with no release, he forced himself to let go, no matter how much his body insisted on continuing. It was obvious, at least it seemed, that something was wrong with him - he could no longer orgasm. No matter how much he tried, it wasn't cumming; his balls just wouldn't spill their contents. Very gingerly so as to not cause himself any more painful pleasure, he wrapped his members in toilet paper to minimize the leakage of pre onto his pants, taking special care to place a large wad at each tip to account for new production. He then laboriously pulled up his pants, trying desperately to not let them rub against anything that might cause him to fall back to stroking himself to no avail. Breathing very heavily, he left the restroom, making sure no one was in the hallway, and decided to return to the apartment; there was no way he could make it through another lecture like this.
Very cautiously, so as to avoid being seen both in this state and fleeing campus, he made his way out of the building and back towards Kanang's - no, their - place. While on the sidewalk, he had to fold his arms behind him to keep himself from subconsciously reaching down and feeling up his own crotch as he walked; he thought about just putting his hands in his pockets, then thought better of it. Finally, already exhausted, he reached the front door; being very careful, he reached into his pocket to grab the key, then entered.
It appeared Kanang had already left for the hospital; other than his physical absence from his bed, nothing else seemed to be different from when he had left almost forty-five minutes ago. Unsure of what else to do, Baph removed all his clothing to finally get rid of the minimal friction it caused on his body. Naturally, this just brought his dragonhood out into plain sight again, making them throb all the more painfully; Baph was certain, however, that nothing would be able to relieve him again, so he looked around for something to try to take his mind off it again. As he tried to decide, he thought about everything else he had to do that day.
"I'll have to call in sick at work, I guess," he thought to himself as he gingerly stepped towards the calendar. "Oh crap, that's right, I've got that check-up today! And the doctor is usually so booked up it's impossible to reschedule for at least a month! What am I going to do..." The calendar had recorded that the appointment was at 2:30, just after his classes were supposed to end. This gave him several hours to hope his erections away. He grabbed a plastic garbage bag from the kitchen to sit on and went to the living room to watch TV, hoping the distraction might just be enough. Flipping through channels, he decided on the Funnies Network; generally, comedy kept his attention more than anything else.
Of course, it gets to be difficult to focus on the television when one is sitting naked with two large, throbbing, drooling cocks in one's lap. Nevertheless, his effort was valiant; Baph tried desperately not to focus on the painful need, the begging of his body to find some way to relieve himself. Even during the commercial breaks, he forced his hands to stay still; the effort was causing the rest of his body to twitch and convulse, but it was keeping him steady mentally.
At roughly noon, Baph noticed a change in his smell. His attention was again drawn down, where something he hadn't expected met his gaze - his members were leaking seed instead of pre. In addition, he could see the swelling mounds of his testicles, having supposedly grown within him. This was getting bad, he knew, and the new-found attention his body was getting was only making it worse; now he was blushing and panting as before, his members twitching as he watched them hungrily.
"I guess I'll --unnh-- take anoth-- *pant* ...another shower. At least *pant* rinse myself --nngh-- off a little." He stumbled unsteadily to the bathroom, his legs now hardly able to support him as he started the water for the second time that day.
Baph stepped in and was immediately bombarded with the sensation of each individual drop of water colliding with his scales. Unable to stop himself, he turned around so his shafts received the bulk of the blast, swiftly losing his composure as he grasped his cocks once again. This time, as before, the pleasure was even stronger, driving him wild with need as he was again reduced to sitting on the floor of the shower, stroking himself and moaning loudly. The last shred of sanity he held onto meagerly hoped his neighbors were out.
With each stroke, as before, his cocks leaked even more; he could do no more than moan, twitch, and work the fluid onto the surface as he continued to pound like mad. Soon, as had happened in the bathroom on campus, his stream began to spurt more than flow as his whole body writhed in pleasure. Again, he felt the pressure building within him; again, a little voice inside him told him release wasn't going to happen. This time, however, it wasn't a public place; this was the relative safety of his albeit new home. The worst that could happen was Kanang walking in on him, and he wasn't sure he minded that at this point; his mind was far too gone to care about something simple like that.
And, as soon as the thought hit him, it wouldn't go away. Kanang walking in on him; there would only be three reasons he'd even approach the bathroom - toilet, shower, or to investigate the unusually-loud moaning sounds coming from it. Baph blushed and gritted his teeth, contorting his face in a twisted expression of pain and pleasure as he contemplated each possibility. The thought of Kanang walking in, completely nude himself, getting aroused at just the smell, running back to the computer to grab the remote, making his body act against his will, making his endowments act in strange yet highly-arousing ways...
And then he felt it.
It was only a glimmer, a faint slip of the possible edge, but it was there.
The shock alone almost made him stop, except his body wasn't going to allow that. Silently thanking his bodily needs for driving his hands in his moment of loss, he started thinking along the same lines again. His cocks pounded in time with his heartbeat as he imagined Kanang's lithe, naked form before him again. He was kneeling before his master, the dripping, throbbing cock before him. The smell was so arousing, but because it was his master's, not because it was male. The member before him was so commanding in presence, demanding his every ounce of attention.
In reality, his face hovered above his own crotch, the throbbing palpable from his location.
He looked up at his captor, his master, waiting desperately for his next inaudible command. The shaft before him called to him, pleaded to him... "You want some of this?" Kanang's voice rang out in his mind. He could feel his body approaching it slowly, slowly...
Baph's testicles visibly pulsed as his tongue started out of his mouth, hands still working furiously.
"Are you sure you want this, my pet?" A drop of pre hung precariously above Baph's tongue as he approached closer, ever closer... "If that's how it is... then take it."
His tongue contacted the underside of his master's member.
His tongue contacted the base of the underside of each of his own members, where they both connected with his groin.
Kanang felt a faint stirring in his loins; he looked up from his clipboard awkwardly, thinking briefly on his program last night. He wondered silently how Baph was dealing with it.
Baph's crotch erupted with the full force of every bit of pressure that had built since that morning.
Practically screaming as his body finally found release, he continued to stroke and lick as each shaft shot the spilling contents of his balls everywhere, coating both the walls and his head in the hot, sticky fluid. He bucked desperately into his hands and face as he came, his entire nether-regions feeling as though they were Old Faithful and a rock had gotten lodged in the works, having only just been forced out. After roughly a minute of this, he could stand no more attention and collapsed onto his back, his crotch still spasming as he continued to orgasm for another thirty seconds.
As he lay against the wall, water rinsing what it could off his still-aroused body, Baph contemplated his situation. Something was causing him to be constantly hard; this state compounded itself by making him rather yiffy, which only made him crave release more. For some reason, orgasm was incredibly difficult to achieve, if not impossible in most situations. This, naturally, made him more aroused because of the nature of it.
Already, in fact, his shafts had returned to full, throbbing eagerly again. Baph was exhausted, and already needed to leave if he was to make it to his appointment on time. He panted, wishing this would go away already. Making sure the remainder of his seed was off himself and the walls, he got out, considering what to do about the situation for now. Just his unusual amount of pre-cum leakage would bring attention to it.
"Wait," he thought to himself as he gingerly dried himself off. "I think Kanang said there was a time when he tried getting into latex... I wonder if he happens to have anything still?" He finished toweling himself, then stepped into the bedroom to search through Kanang's things.
Before he got to the dresser, though, another thought came to him. "They usually require urine samples for these things, don't they..." Carefully, he returned to the bathroom with a plastic zip-up bag; as cautiously as he could, he urinated into it while seated on the toilet, then sealed it when there was a sufficient amount. He then returned to the bedroom.
Sure enough, at the bottom of his sock drawer, Kanang had exactly two condoms. It was almost too perfect. Baph slid each one on very carefully, hoping against hope that just the touch wouldn't set him off again. Indeed, by the time he fitted the second, he wanted desperately to forget the whole thing and go masturbate again, but he restrained himself. "This check-up is important to my job," he reasoned with himself. "Besides, it shouldn't take more than a half-hour; I can certainly last that long if I lasted as long as I did this morning." He got dressed, making sure to position his units against his body again and securing them with a belt, holding the bag in place with it as well, then headed out the door.
This time, it was a bike ride. Baph scolded himself for not having a driving permit at first, then realized he'd be far too distracted to pay attention to the road. Not that this was any better. Grinding against the seat with every pedal, he made his way to the doctor's office.
"Excuse me, nurse..."
"Yes? What do you need, Dr. Pa?" The nurse looked up from the surgical tray she was preparing.
"Do you know where Dr. Crenshaw is?"
"Sure; he's at his general practice office up the road."
"General practice? I thought he was a neurosurgeon." Kanang scratched his head in confusion.
"He is, silly; however, he's part of a group of doctors that provide general practice; his shift is on Thursdays."
"Ah, thank you. I'll need to find someone else for my question, I guess."
"Mr. Ijmm? The doctor will see you now."
Baph stepped into the examination room, waited until the door was shut, then changed cautiously into the provided gown. This made him highly self-conscious, but it wasn't as though he had a choice. Besides, nothing poked through thanks to his belt idea.
"Ah, Baph, how are you?" The doctor smiled a crocodile grin.
Baph blushed lightly. "Err, well enough I suppose."
Dr. Crenshaw looked down at the folder he held. "I see you're here for a routine check-up." He produced a cup from the shelf behind him. "You know the drill."
Baph took the cup into the office restroom and shut and locked the door. He reached up under the gown, pulled out the zip-up bag, and poured its contents into the cup over the toilet bowl, emptying the rest directly. Thanking whatever power was giving him luck during this ordeal, he closed the cup and returned to the exam room more confidently, glad to be done with that part.
Dr. Crenshaw already had his stethoscope ready. "Thank you, Mr. Ijmm; now I'm going to need you to take a few deep breaths for me."
Baph had some difficulty with this, but he managed to pull off deep breaths when necessary. The cold stethoscope did stimulate him a little, but because he was already trying desperately to ignore such sensations, it wasn't by much.
*Hmm,* thought Dr. Crenshaw to himself, *his breathing is somewhat spasmodic. His heartbeat is quite high as well; this isn't a normal reaction. I wonder what's going on?*
"You okay, Mr. Ijmm? You seem a bit shaky today."
Baph gulped. "Uh, no, I'm fine, really; I just... it's a bit cold in here. Yeah, it's a bit cold; I wasn't ready for that."
Dr. Crenshaw saw through the obvious lie, but shrugged it off. It was something embarrassing; that could mean anything, not necessarily bad. "Okay, let's continue."
Baph made it through most of the rest of the check-up quite well; he was very proud of himself for having put up with it for so long. Then, Dr. Crenshaw snapped on a medical glove. *Oh, crap...*
"Alright, time for the part everyone hates." Dr. Crenshaw leaned over in front of his patient, reaching up under his gown. Baph blushed deeply, panting somewhat now, very worried about what might possibly happen; no one else had touched him while in this state, and he had no idea what it would do to him. The hand continued, grasping at roughly where his internal testicles were, and felt around. Baph gritted his teeth, holding his breath to stifle a moan, hoping it would be over soon...
*Ah, so that's the issue,* realized Dr. Crenshaw, feeling the obvious erections. *But, he should know better than to even try that without proper warning; normally, this is a very serious problem. Thankfully, I foresaw that possibility and designed the bots accordingly; still, I'll have to reprimand him somehow for this.*
"Well, seems like everything's in order. You can get dressed now." Dr. Crenshaw grinned his crocodile smile again. "Have a good day!"
Alone once again, behind the safety of a closed door, Baph dropped the gown off his shoulders so fast one would have thought it was heavy. He looked down at his crotch, and what he saw this time shocked him - the touch seemed to have started a bit of growth in the entire region, the middle of his cocks being squeezed tightly now by the belt holding them in place. The condoms were also in bad shape; the tips were ballooning from build-up of pre. He gingerly loosened the belt, swiftly put on his clothes, and ran out of the building almost forgetting to pay his copay.
Again, he ground against the seat with each pedal as he made his way back to the apartment. This time, each grind was much more deliberate.
Upon arrival, he again removed his clothing rapidly, leaping into the bathroom to remove the over-full condoms in the shower. As he touched himself to do so, however, he finally lost the will to hold himself back. Collapsing on the floor yet again, his hands helplessly stroked his cocks, almost of their own accord.
Kanang returned to the apartment at roughly 8 that evening; it had been a long day at work, and he was hoping he could just sit in front of the television and de-stress for a little while. As he opened the front door, however, his thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like someone being beaten to death. Loud screaming and moaning, accompanied by rhythmic pounding sounds, were coming from the bathroom. Within seconds, he recognized the voice screaming as Baph's. Now desperate to get to the bottom of this, he burst through the bathroom door. "Baph, are you okay?"
The entire room was steamy, yet the shower wasn't running. The door to the shower, on the other hand, was closed, and behind it was a faint red blur. The noises were coming from it. Kanang opened this door quickly, not at all expecting what he was now laying eyes on: a red dragon, body and shower walls completely covered in his own seed, pounding away and licking at two three-foot dicks, moaning intermittently. Around the base of each member appeared to be a small rubber band; upon closer inspection, Kanang could tell they were busted condoms.
He tented rather swiftly at the sight. Baph looked up briefly from his ministrations, his eyes pleading for help as he continued. The look made Kanang chuckle as he went out and grabbed the remote.
Baph stood up abruptly, all extremities removed from his twitching, desperate dragonhood. The pain of his unattended arousal was enough to make him whimper as his legs walked him out into the living room, where Kanang sat at his computer.
"So," began the turquoise master, "how was your day?"
Baph could do nothing but whimper louder as his cocks leaked profusely onto the floor. One of the condom bases finally snapped and ricocheted around the room briefly.
Kanang stiffled a chuckle. "That good, huh?" He flicked the scroll-wheel on his mouse, causing Baph to let out a scream of pain as the sensation traveled up both his monsterous shafts. "How did you like the program? Wrote it myself; you were the inspiration last night, when you said that you'd been a horn-ball all day. What did you think?"
Baph whimpered and moaned, trying desperately to move his hands to his throbbing need but unable to.
"Oh, all right, I suppose if it'll help you talk." Kanang right-clicked on the image of Baph's cocks and selected cum. Immediately, he was drenched as his roommate roared weakly in immense relief, his twin members propelling his seed everywhere. Once it started to die down, Baph fought the urge to moan in pleasure to tear Kanang a new one.
"You did this to me!? My entire day, I was worried sick! I could hardly sit still in lecture, I had to call in sick at work, and worst of all, I had to go to a check-up in this state!"
"Oh, so *that's* why they've grown."
"Wait, what?" Baph tried to cock his head in confusion.
"One of the parameters I set was that your equipment would grow with each touch, but grow exponentially when someone else touched it. I had intended it to be more fun for this moment, but I can see your doctor already set it off."
"Ah. What other parameters did you --ahh-- set?" His cocks were again at full attention, hoping Baph would give them his undivided. "Other than --nngh-- the constant erections."
Kanang considered for a bit. "Well, there was that, the growth bit, the fact that you couldn't possibly orgasm outside this apartment - I had hoped you would have gone to school and work - and that the more your body needed release, the harder it was to come by, even while here. Your balls were set on constant production, of course, to add fuel to the fire, and then there was the exhorbitant amount of pre leakage. I see you found a brief way around that bit." He motioned at the remaining piece of condom with one hand, the other busy mildly stroking himself through his pants.
Baph could no longer speak for the need for orgasm, but he nodded jerkily in understanding.
"Did you have fun in spite of the trouble?"
Baph nodded.
"Do you want to continue for a little while?"
Baph nodded.
Kanang took a brief moment to remove his clothing, revealing his own stiff member. Baph flashed back to the many fantasies he had experienced throughout the day and whimpered as his master's cock demanded his attention as before. Oblivious to the hungry eyes, Kanang turned to the computer and started clicking and typing.
Baph's body started with a light rhythmic thrusting of the pelvis, causing his cocks to bounce before him. The motion and the sight were only arousing him more, his musk filling the room, making the air thicker than a London fog. Even Kanang's breath was heavy as Baph continued his persuasive dance, now leaning back so his hands supported his weight from behind, thrusting roughly now into the air. Pre now spurting from his shafts as before, Baph could do nothing against the motion but moan, which only made his need worse.
Kanang began stroking himself needily now as he made Baph flip onto his hands and knees, rump high in the air to grind the members on the floor in a forced display of desperation. Very quickly, the floor was coated in pre, making the motion a lot smoother and more pleasurable for Baph, not that his mind could be thankful for it at this point.
Then, as Baph continued to basically fuck the floor, he noticed something he recognized taking place. His cocks kept their full arousal, yet slimmed down and felt prehensile. This was the tentacle plug-in, he knew; this made him curious to know what Kanang had in store.
Both tenta-cocks extended out across the floor toward Kanang; one gripped his needy cock as before, while the other presented itself before Kanang's mouth, where he obediently took it in and began sucking hard on it. This drove Baph wild as he continued grinding against the floor, his testicles swelling beneath him from their build-up. Still, the thought of his cock in Kanang's mouth returned him to his earlier fantasies again; he found himself staring hungrily at his master's crotch again, drooling almost as profusely as his shafts.
Kanang noticed it this time. He stood up and removed the member from his mouth, keeping the other around his own. "You want some of this?" He thrust lightly in Baph's direction. Baph nodded.
Kanang approached Baph's position, commanding his body to close the gap. "Are you sure you want this, my pet?" A drop of pre hung precariously above Baph's tongue as he approached closer, ever closer... "If that's how it is... then take it."
Baph's lips clamped down on the two cocks tightly and began milking them for all he could. Kanang was taken by surprise at the skill of his roommate; already, he was almost on the edge. Baph, on the other hand, moaned around the shafts in immense pleasure as he continued, his now overlooked cock leaking and throbbing more profusely. Kanang, noticing this, took it into his own maw again and milked it hungrily.
The two continued this odd contortion for several minutes, the pleasure causing pressure to build up within both of them. Baph's testicles were practically external again and pulsed with need, as Kanang's were doing internally. Soon, Kanang felt his orgasm approaching; he right-clicked the image on the screen again out of the corner of his eye and hovered the mouse over the cum option, keeping it there as he held it, held it... and clicked as soon as he could hold back no longer.
The simultaneous muffled roars from both of them sounded in harmony as each finally spilled the contents of their desperate balls into each other's waiting maw. Kanang thrust furiously into Baph, swallowing what he could, while Baph could do nothing but continue to grind the floor with his rump high in the air as he got twice the blast. Unwilling to swallow, he released his hold on the two cocks and promptly got a face-full of cum spray.
Kanang recovered first; as soon as he did, he closed out the horn-ball plug-in. Baph lay on the floor for quite some time, spasming as his climax continued until he was finally drained. Kanang waited for a while for the soaked dragon to get up, only to hear a faint snoring coming from him a few minutes later. Chuckling at the exhausted sub, he turned his attention back on the computer.
He purposefully left the tentacle plug-in running, then went to clean himself up.