The Am-Drag Stream 5: Rivals Rally

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Jake Long ends up in a grudge match with Spyro, and the pair of them both get fucked with by their chats.

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The Am-Drag Stream: Rivals Rally

For Justacritic

By Draconicon

More than anything, Jake just enjoyed having his dick back. Sure, it had never been detached, per se, but having it caged for Locktober and for most of No-Nut-November had been utterly hell. He was sure that at some point he had completely gone insane, and perhaps still was a little bit crazed.

After all, it had been three days since being unlocked, three days into December, and he still hadn't actually cum more than twice. The feeling of just touching himself, stroking his dick, enjoying the pleasure that came from contact was more than enough for him.

Honestly, that might be a problem. Somewhere, way deep down in the back of his mind, Jake was aware that he had stopped doing anything but kinky things and streaming adult shit. He was aware that any other part of his life had all but disappeared. It didn't matter, though. He no longer cared about the outside world. His friends had stopped coming around. Nobody bothered knocking on the door of the shut-in that only opened his door for food deliveries or the occasional visitor from the studio. As far as the neighbors were concerned, he was 'that weirdo' that moaned all night and made the other apartments buy a great deal of earplugs.

Awareness, however, didn't bring shame. It only brought more arousal to know that there were others that heard him that he couldn't see. It made him want to be even louder.

As he jerked with one hand, edging himself, he smirked at his phone. The other dragon that had raided him - one that went by the stream handled 'PurpleSpyre', but who he knew as Spyro - had been on his case about a grudge match. Something about how they had to decide who was the real top-earner for the company or something like that.

He didn't really care; all that mattered to him was how hot it was to have a rival rather than just some other fucker that was doing cam stuff with him.

_Am-Drag: Heh, you think you can take me?

PurpleSpyre: I fucking can.

PurpleSpyre: I was the top earner for three years running.

Am-Drag: And I beat you in my first. Limp-dick slut.

PurpleSpyre: Says the bitch that spent two months on lockdown.

Am-Drag: And survived it! I won.

PurpleSpyre: Well, I won without having to combo two months.

PurpleSpyre: You ain't good enough to suck my dick.

Am-Drag: Then maybe you're good enough to suck mine.

PurpleSpyre: Heh...

PurpleSpyre: What do you say we raise the stakes?_

"Mmm..."

Jake's dick was already twitching in his hand, and it throbbed a little harder at the idea of agreeing to an unknown bet. He tilted his phone, snapping a picture of his cock.

_Am-Drag: I'm up. As you can see.

PurpleSpyre: Looks smaller than mine.

Am-Drag: Size queen slut.

PurpleSpyre: Look in the mirror.

PurpleSpyre: Let's make a deal.

PurpleSpyre: Whoever wins the match today gets the other as a fuck-toy for the rest of the month.

PurpleSpyre: No games. No holding back.

PurpleSpyre: Just a total fuck-toy.

PurpleSpyre: Deal?_

The minute that he read the wager, his cock felt like it was going to leap right off his groin from how hard it got. He wasn't sure if he was hard at the idea of having Spyro under him or being under the other dragon, but either way, he was harder than he had been for the entire duration of the other months. He growled under his breath, squeezing his cock at the base.

_PurpleSpyre: Well?

Am-Drag: You got a fucking deal._

Ping.

His phone alarm reminded him of the upcoming show, and that meant that he had to get logged in for the game. Now that he had a reason to be playing, he knew that he had all the more motivation to win.

He zipped the latex suit up again, leaving his cock out through the flap in the front and his ass likewise. There was no way to hide it, not with how he had gotten all...rounded, he supposed, back there. He'd never been small with his muscle-building activities, but this was something else.

Something better.

Something hotter.

Jake sat down, logging in. The latex suit pulled a bit tighter, dragging between his cheeks, framing his hole as he got comfortable. The chair was new, delivered yesterday, and had a great deal more heft to it than the last one. He imagined that the streaming studio had a reason to send it to him, so he hadn't questioned its appearance. All he did was enjoy the plush cushion, and the feeling of the gadget-y arms under his hands.

The computer finished booting up, and Jake pulled on his headphones. The streaming software was acting on its own -

It always does that, doesn't it?

No, he could have sworn...

The moment passed. He shrugged, letting it go by as he pulled his headphones on properly, the camera turning on and showing him on the screen. Dragon in a latex suit, showing off his muscles, his nipples as hard as could be and showing through the latex layer: he looked like a whore.

A hot whore.

An expensive whore.

Jake half-expected to feel shame thinking that, but instead, he felt...pride. Pride that he looked good, pride that people wanted to fuck him, pride that he could be bought. And pride that people had spent so much money on getting his dick dripping over the course of the last month. That was a particularly good one.

The other side of the screen blinked, and Spyro appeared. The purple dragon was muscular, broad across the shoulders, and had much more defined pecs through his latex outfit. They both had the same suit, he realized, and he wondered how long the other dragon had had his.

"_Alright, bitch, ready to go down before the real top-earner for the site?[/]" Spyro teased.

"Only if you're ready to get on your knees and start eating my ass."

"Yeah, chat, we've got a challenge for each other. Whoever loses is the winner's bitch."

Jake wasn't surprised to see his chat box immediately light up with thoughts and fantasies there. The usual names and new ones alike - he imagined both of them had new viewers for this grudge match - sped by, but Jake just focused on the game. For once, he was more interested in what he could win than he was in what he could lose._

The challenge between them was simple. It was a basic RTS game, where they would both be building up their forces and rushing different objectives. No MOBA style, no minigame compilations, no games where it relied more on the streamer doing something with it to be entertaining instead of just being good at the game. Just a simple, old-fashioned beat-down.

It should be fun.

Jake leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other as he smirked at the screen. He was already planning out how he was going to do this when the screen pinged him. He blinked, looking back at the window that had popped up. Judging by the way that Spyro had tilted his head, he was doing the same.

" Notice. The rules for the game are as follows. The first competitor to accomplish a majority of the 3 objectives and manages to remove his opponent from the field will be declared the winner. Each time an objective is completed, the player that has yet to complete the objective will be subjected to a penalty chosen by their own and the winner's chat. If one streamer completes the objective but is wiped off the map anyway, they will be declared the loser."

So, the purpose of the objectives was less to win, and more to make it easier to win. After all, a streamer wrapped up in penalties from their chat would have a harder time focusing on the game itself. That made sense, and it also meant that the game itself wasn't over until it was completely done. He could win all three objectives, but if Spyro managed to wipe him out, anyway, then he could still be taken out.

And vice versa, if things went bad.

Not that they will.

ScalyAdmin: Is everyone clear on the rules?

"Got it, easy as pie," Jake said.

"Oh, I got this."

ScalyAdmin: Then may the game...begin.

The screens opened up, revealing a map and a set of three objectives between the two main base areas. The resource piles all over the map were familiar to anyone that played any base-building RTS games, and Jake was already moving, deploying his command center and pumping out buildings and units.

He didn't pay any attention to the other side of the screen; considering that 'PurpleSpyre' had been the top earner for a while, he probably knew how to do games as well as how to strip. There was only so much that stripping got you, after all, particularly when the audience wanted to interact. They wanted to sabotage you, to make it hard, to make it...

Why was he remembering that? He'd been a sex streamer all this time, hadn't he? He had...had...

The moment passed, and he was focused on the screen once more, going for a rush strategy for the central point. He had a large collection of infantry already, rushing a few more buildings for some armor support, but he had them on the move while gathering up more resources on the north side of the map.

The chat, of course, was as active as ever.

_DarkDungeon: If I was there.

FFiend: Man, this is going to be boring.

DarkDungeon: He'd have his ass full already.

DarkDungeon: And oozing on the floor.

FFiend: I miss the sex streams.

ButtLover69: I bet we'll get some soon.

ButtLover69: He's not that good a gamer.

FFiend: He better lose. I want to see him be a bitch again._

Jake did his best to tune that out. The Am-Drag streamer was meant to be the top, and his cock throbbed at the thought of putting Spyro under him. It'd been too long since he had a good hole to jam his cock into, and he could really use the release after all the bullshit of the last couple of months.

As he rushed the middle objective, he caught sight of some of Spyro's forces coming in from the other side of the screen. They were pushing forward, but they were slower, much slower than his own units. He grinned, watching as the timer started counting down. Pushing some of them forward to slow down and filter the hardy units climbing toward the middle of the screen, Jake looked at the camera.

"Told ya. I'm gonna win this one."

_DarkDungeon: Don't get too cocky.

DarkDungeon: I'm still waiting to wreck your ass.

FFiend: Hey, wait a second.

ButtLover69: I want him to sit on my face.

FFiend: Does that chair look familiar to anyone else?

DarkDungeon: Now that you mention it..._

Jake ignored them, keeping his eyes on the screen. He was, for the first time in months, utterly focused on a game rather than on sex. It was slowly coming back to him, and he felt...accomplished, in an odd sort of way. It felt like he was almost like some sort of old memory of himself, like...

Like...

The game dinged.

ScalyAdmin: First objective seized. Point, Am-Drag.

"Goddammit," Spyro groaned.

Before Jake could celebrate too much, the game paused. Everyone turned their attention back to 'PurpleSpyre's' camera, and even Jake blinked in surprise.

The other dragon's chair rotated, bending and folding in a way that left the dragon reclining and thrusting his hips forward. The thick muscles on display in his chest were taken out of the limelight, replaced with the thick muscles of his core being forced forward along with the bulge between his legs.

"Oh, man..."

Jake couldn't deny that the other dragon had a hefty cock, and a pretty damn good one, at that. He honestly wasn't sure which of the two of them were bigger at this point, and he was pretty sure that they'd need to be cock to cock to find out for sure.

At any rate, the latex costume was pulled open, the chair forming bindings that kept Spyro's chest pinned against the back of the chair and showed him off all the more. Jake just kept watching as that fat dick was pulled out and -

"Holy..."

The vote must have happened all but instantly on the other side, because Spyro went from stripped to getting his cock shoved into a milking tube in less than a minute. The purple dragon started moaning, too, gasping and shivering as he arched his back. The suction tube pulled tight to the base of the other dragon's cock, visibly buzzing and vibrating around the thick shaft of flesh, showing off just how big it could get, and...

And how much...

How much it leaked...

Jake found himself drooling. Not much, but slightly, and he honestly didn't know if it was in envy of the stimulation or the thought of how it would feel to have that cock against him, pressing into him, using -

Nnngh, not now.

He could feel his own dick jumping, throbbing, but he tried to look away. Unfortunately -

"Heh, you like what you see, bitch-dragon?" Spyro asked.

"Nnngh...shut up and game."

"Don't get too upset. I mean, hey, just because I'm the bigger dragon..."

Jake shook his head, though his concentration had already been fucked. His thoughts shifted to how it might feel to have that big dick under his tail, to have that back there rather than the dildos and the other -

The game started again. He fumbled for the keyboard and the controls. The middle objective was taken and off the board. He didn't have to think about that. But the others -

He got a warning that the southern objective was already being attacked. How? He tapped a few buttons, and he groaned.

Fuck...

He should have pushed forward with the rush rather than going for the middle objective. Spyro had been spreading his forces out, taking his time to set up three different avenues of attack. While Jake had managed to stymie one, it meant that he had no other forces to send up to the other two lanes. He'd have to -

ScalyAdmin: Second objective seized. Point, PurpleSpyre.

"What? Yo, what the fuck?" Jake shouted, slapping his desk.

"Mmmph...planning, Jake. Looks like the Am-Drag gets a bitch moment."

"You - ack!"

His chat must have voted just as fast as Spyro's had, because he was already being tilted back. The chair he was in was completely under the control the chat, and that meant that he was going to get some humiliating moments.

His back was pinned to the chair in seconds, and his cheeks burned as he realized that he could no longer lean forward. Worse, his legs were pulled up and back, leaving his ass exposed to the camera, his feet up by the sides of his head. He knew for a fact that FFiend would be enjoying the view of his sensitive, exposed, slightly sweaty soles for the camera, but he was more concerned about how much of his ass was showing.

And in how much detail.

"Holy shit, man, how much of a gape do you got?"

"Shut up and play," Jake said, his cheeks burning.

"I mean, I'm still gonna make it worse when I get you, but man, I thought I'd at least have to work a bit."

Jake did his best not to let that get to him, but every passing second had him more aware of his own body. He blushed as he realized that the chat had mostly bound him up rather than hitting him with stimulation; he couldn't reach the keyboard and mouse as well as he had before, but he wasn't getting buzzed and horned-up.

Not yet, at least.

But the chat was laughing at just how much his cock jumped in the suit, how outlined it was in the latex that clung to him from head to toe, and more, how his hole was just...so visible. He blushed every time that he looked at his own camera, watching the exposed pucker jump and clench. Each time that it relaxed, it was impossible to miss just how easy it was to look into his own depths, his 'modesty' barely saved by the fact that all one could see was some of the latex inside of him rather than the pink inner walls.

Mmmph...too many big toys...

Or just enough. The tips were rolling in, still, and his viewers liked seeing him all gaped out. Maybe -

Game. Game!

He knew that he wasn't going to be able to stop Spyro's forces from taking the northern point. With that in mind, there was really only one way forward. If he could reach Spyro's base before Spyro could reach his, then there was a chance that he could still win.

And he had a fair bit of infantry in the center...

"Alright, here goes nothing."

_FFiend: Push those feet closer.

FFiend: I'll tip you $50 if you grind them on something.

ButtLover69: I bet I could get my whole fist up that ass now.

DarkDungeon: I nearly did when he was in the vacbed.

ButtLover69: I wonder if we can make his ass bigger.

FuckMeNOW: I want that cock.

FuckMeNOW: Dragon cock's the best.

ButtLover69: You take the dick, I'll take the ass, and all's going to be good._

They weren't even paying attention to the game. Why was he not surprised?

Jake pushed forward, even as he saw the markers on the map changing again. The northern objective point was almost in Spyro's hands, and he bit his lips as he braced himself against what might be coming. What was chat going to decide they wanted for him next? More of a cock milking thing? Or would they want dildos? Or -

He put it out of his head and just did his best to play, but every so often, he had his eyes drawn to Spyro's screen. The other dragon was distracted, too, but at least he could reach his controls more easily. Worse, that cock...

Jake felt his head slipping, his mind focusing more and more on that fat dick. Little things from the last few months, little bits of hypnosis that had come up - things that he could barely remember, but were still there, just more...more obvious, now that he wasn't getting fucked or jerking himself off and distracted - were making him want it. He wanted to stare at that dick rather than at the screen. He wanted to slut it up rather than game.

Focus, focus!

And yet, that part of him that wanted to focus was making more and more mistakes. That cock. That delicious, hot, fat cock -

ScalyAdmin: Third objective seized. Point, PurpleSpyre.

"Mmmph...fuck..."

"If I didn't know better - nngh - I'd think you were trying to lose."

"Fuck...off..."

The answer to his earlier question was being answered already. Jake felt his legs being nudged further apart, and he could see the camera view shifting, splitting. One part stayed on his face, but the lower half focused on a dildo rising from the underside of the chair. He groaned as he saw the mechanical arm attached to it, and he knew for a fact that this was going to be a hell of a reaming.

Though the dildo itself was only seven inches long - only, oh how his standards had changed - and only two inches thick, it was attached to a high-speed, high-pressure fucking machine. Jake felt the lubed tip against the latex barrier along his ass, and then felt it just ram in without any easing into it.

"NNNGH!"

Jake arched his back against the chair as much as his bindings would let him, mouth gaping open, eyes wide, toes curling at the sides of his head. He could barely breathe at first, his fingers sliding away from the mouse and keyboard as his cock jumped in his suit.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, always fuck, always fuck!

The orange-red dragon fought against the utter compulsion to just submit to the pleasure of that thing in his ass, but oh god it was hard. His eyes were rolling back, his mouth hanging open, and his cock was throbbing so hard beneath the layer of latex, sliming his stomach and making him feel just so...so dirty, so naughty, so fucking hot. He panted hard, his asshole clenching around the toy as it started to speed up further, jackhammering his hole right there on camera.

"Ooooooooh!"

He moaned like some cam-whore going through her first time on a sybian, and he felt almost as helpless as one, too. His hands twitched, his mouth hung open, and he tilted his head back as he felt an orgasm rolling up from the depths.

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

_ButtLover69: Man, can the guy even get off with his cock anymore?

ButtLover69: That's almost an asspussy now.

DarkDungeon: I treated him well.

DarkDungeon: *trained

FFiend: Man, look at those curls.

FFiend: Want a fucking footjob...so bad...

DarkDungeon: Buy him._

"You guys shut up. If you want to buy him, you'll have to buy him from me, not the company," Spyro said.

Jake panted, almost whimpering past the raw pleasure that was pumping up his ass with every thrust from the machine. His cheeks burned, his cock throbbed...

And he grabbed the mouse and keyboard again. Click, click, click, trying to send them further down the map, even as he could see the multicolored dots coming for him. He was so close -

Ping.

A chat member had donated to add an effect. Jake barely had a moment to look before -

"NNNNGH!"

It was sensitizer. They had just paid to flood his ass with fucking sensitizing goo.

Jake screamed in pleasure as he was rocked back, flattened out from the sheer pleasure of being utterly ass-fucked by the machine. Everything felt better, stronger, more intense than it had only a few seconds ago, and it had been damn hard to take it even then. The red dragon moaned, cumming in his suit, and...

And his eyes were locked on Spyro's cock being milked in the tube. Both dragons were being tormented and teased, and he could make out a small thing where the other dragon's balls were being tugged, rubbed, oiled up by something just out of the camera's view, but obviously his chat wasn't spending as much money as Jake's was spending on him.

"Nnngh...mmmph...mmmph..."

It felt like he was in a string of rolling orgasms. The game was no longer anywhere on his mind. All that mattered was the barrage of pleasure that came from one orgasm after another, from that stiff little toy ramming past his pucker time after time. He couldn't think, could barely breathe, and all he wanted was to cum.

Cum.

Cum.

He was swimming in it in the suit, and he couldn't think straight as the game beeped. The last of his units self-destructed just out of range of the other base, and Spyro...Spyro won.

ScalyAdmin: Game over. Winner: PurpleSpyre.

"Nnngh..."

"Heh, heh...got it...still got it..."

ScalyAdmin: Best streamer goes to PurpleSpyres. Highest earnings to Am-Drag, for bringing in $200 for the quick stream.

"...Well, fuck. You know what? I'll take it. I got all the money I need, anyway, and I got a brand new toy for my troubles."

ScalyAdmin: Am-Drag will remove his suit and display himself. A collar is waiting, and so is a toy.

A toy...a collar? He didn't remember -

Ding, dong.

The various restraints that held him back faded away, but not the warmth that he got from staring at Spyro's cock on the other screen. Something there...held him...

Ding, dong.

Ding, dong.

Ding, dong.

He wasn't sure how long the ding-dongs continued, but eventually, he got up from the chair. The moment that he did, the ding-dongs stopped, but the image of that purple dragon's cock remained burned into his brain.

Master-cock. Best-cock. Serve that cock. Hunger for cock. Horny for that cock.

Jake was barely able to keep walking as his own shaft bobbed up and down, sliding against the pre-slimed latex as he took it off. There was no need to wear that. An owned toy did not wear anything that wasn't given to him by his master. That was how it worked, right? Right, it was.

By the time he reached his front door, he was naked. Completely, utterly, totally bare, his cock as hard as it could be, and drooling down to the ground. He opened the door all the way, not even caring about giving everyone some full frontal, and leaned down to pick up the package that had been left behind.

Heavy.

Firm.

He stepped back inside, walking back to the computer room. By the time he was there, the box was open, and the leather collar inside was around his neck, and a massive dildo - one that had to be modeled after Spyro's cock - was on the floor. He squatted by it, grinding his cock against it, lubing it with pre-cum and showing off how similar they were in size.

"Ride it, toy," the purple dragon said.

"Yes...Master..."

The word felt like it was dragged from the back of his head, forced out of him, but at the same time, it felt...good. Really good. He panted as he squatted down, legs spread, showing off his own cock. It was still hard to tell who was the bigger of the two of them, but did it matter at this point? He didn't think that it did. It was just...him. Him serving the bigger, stronger, more masculine purple dragon.

"Mmmph...I lost...I'm the loser...a dick-loving loser..."

Jake grinned as he held up his hands, forming a 'v' for a victory that he'd never get, and slowly lowered himself further, further, and further still. The slick dildo pushed past his rim, and he imagined himself sliding down on his new master's cock. The spinning feeling in the back of his head matched up with the slight spiral in Spyro's camera, keeping the Am-Drag focused on the big dick being displayed to the world there.

The big dick that had modeled for the cock in his ass.

The big dick that owned him.

"Cock-lover."

"I'm a good cock-loving loser..."

"That's right...and you're all mine..."

And Jake...was happy.

The End

Summary: Jake Long ends up in a grudge match with Spyro, and the pair of them both get fucked with by their chats.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Exhibitionism, Chat, Streaming, Am-Drag, American Dragon, Spyro, Jake Long, Rule 34, Bondage, Anal, Toy, Dildo, Cock Milking, Cum Milking, Series, Hypnosis, Semi-Prostitution,