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A Writer's Plaything for Sanmer by Draconicon

"Yeah, yeah. Look, Dave, I'm late for that stream. Yeah, the writing one. No, I don't know how long it's going to take; the guy just does what he does, and I let him go until he's done."

Azurithon sighed as he sat down, shaking his head as Dave refused to let him go. Sometimes he swore the big bull saw himself as a big brother or something, considering how overprotective and possessive he could be of the blue dragon. He spun in his computer chair, rubbing his head.

"Dave, I gotta - I gotta go, okay? I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Snapping the phone shut before the bull could say anything else, Azurithon tossed his cell back to his bed and turned to his computer screen. A documents page was up in his browser, and the cursor on it - formerly idle - was streaming across the screen.

Good evening, Azurithon. Are you ready for tonight's story?

He smiled, sitting down at the keyboard and putting his headphones on. He always enjoyed seeing the stuff that this writer put together, and it usually came with some nice music, too. Always a plus. He typed back.

You bet I am. What sort of stuff are you doing tonight?

Hypnosis, of course.

He grinned even wider. The blue dragon always loved the hypno-stuff that this author could come up with. Sometimes, he felt like he was getting into a trance just watching some of the public streams, and from what little he'd heard of the private ones, they were even better. Not that many would talk about them, for some reason; it was like they'd signed some sort of exclusivity letter, with how much they clammed up.

But enough had come out to leave him excited to get a private stream of his own, and now he was finally getting it. The dragon could barely wait.

Alright, let's see what I can do tonight.

The writer's words started flowing across the screen, moving at a surprisingly fast typing speed as the music started up in the background. It was quiet, as usual, just enough to be heard through his headphones without distracting him from the story being written. It was soothing, calming, and left him feeling focused. It seemed perfect for the sort of thing a writer would listen to, or someone that wanted to read something without being interrupted.

Azurithon chuckled as he realized that his favorite writer was writing about a dragon reading a story. It seemed kind of silly to be going that meta, but it wasn't a bad thing. Even as the story seemed to swirl deeper and deeper, following the dragon reading about a dragon reading about a dragon, he barely cared, because he knew that this writer was absolutely incredible at what he did, and he wanted to see the end result.

Even the music that the blue dragon was listening to was recreated in the story, with the soft thuds, gentle moans, and soft drumbeats repeating themselves in the text as much as the characters and the streaming letters were. He leaned forward, enticed by the direction of the story, as he'd never seen anything like this before. The letters spilled out as fast as he could read them, and he followed the story as it continued.

Despite the fact that his eyes were starting to droop from the slow music, Azurithon had never been more interested in seeing where something went. It was like he couldn't look away, just like the dragon in the story couldn't look away from his screen. It was fascinating, though he couldn't have said why. Just like the dragon in the story couldn't.

This is...

He couldn't finish typing, his attention diverted back to the story again. The words were spilling out once more, and he panted softly as he felt the excitement in the tale begin to rise. The dragon in the story was slowly getting hypnotized to believe that his brain was getting emptier and his balls were getting fuller, one draining as the other filled. Azurithon groaned under his breath, one hand idly moving down to his balls, just like the dragon watching a dragon watching a dragon in the story was.

The story continued, revealing the dragon gradually losing more and more of his willpower, more of his thoughts, as his balls got bigger and bigger. The dragon in the story was getting hornier and hornier, and Azurithon followed right along with him. He thought it was so hot, getting almost the same feelings as the blue dragon in the story. This writer was a wizard to make it feel so real.

He groaned, though, his balls so heavy and needy. The blue dragon thought about reaching down and letting them out, but then he'd have to stop reading, stop scrolling in order to do that. And the words were coming so fast and heavy now that he couldn't afford to look away. The last thing he wanted to do was miss something, to break this magical experience, so he kept looking, even as his balls felt like they were swelling to bulge the front of his pants.

Bit by bit, he leaned forward, just like the dragon in the story, and he panted, almost drooling from his own excitement. Pre bubbled against his pants as his cock hardened to follow the dragon in the story, leaving his crotch damp, but he barely cared. He needed to see more of the story.

It was so hard now, thinking of anything but the story unfolding before him. He was conscious of the way his body felt, but it didn't matter. He was aware of the phone ringing behind him, but he barely knew what it meant. He was so horny, and needed relief so badly, but he didn't bother reaching down to undo his pants. All that mattered was the story, and seeing it through to the end, like the author wanted him to.

Bit by bit, even those feelings faded, leaving him with nothing but the idea of following the story. Nothing but the idea of doing what the words told him to do. And as he reached that point, he stopped thinking of anything but the words themselves as they started to change.

The blue dragon reading these words is so horny, so very eager to see his will leave him, just like his thoughts have left his head. The idea of being a horny, eager boy is such an enticing one, so powerful, so delicious, so arousing that it is impossible to ignore. The idea of stepping away from his responsibilities and just following orders, of doing what he is told, of offering himself to those his master chooses, is too good an idea to resist.

Azurithon blindly nodded, his tongue hanging out, his cock so hard in his pants. He leaned back in his chair, unable to look away from the screen, unable to move as his cock made a harder, wetter tent in his pants, the crotch utterly stained with pre, his balls feeling like they were going to rip right through his clothes.

Yes, the blue dragon reading this is ever so willing to give up all that he has, all that he ever was, in order to have this happiness. No more teachers, no more bosses, no more annoying co-workers or family members. All that matters are the words to the story. All that matters are the words written by the Master Writer for the blue dragon to read.

The blue dragon is so close now. His balls ache, his mind is empty, his cock is begging for release. All it will take for him is to admit what he is. All he has to do is say what he is, what he should be, what he needs to be, for his Master Writer.

Azurithon wanted nothing more than for that dragon in the story to say the words. He needed to hear what the dragon needed to be. Hell, if he knew what it was, he would say it himself; the other dragon had no idea of how lucky he was, to be offered the chance to be the Master Writer's slave. The idea of being the Master Writer's toy, the idea of belonging, and being told what to do, all while being hypnotized and after cumming out their will, was too hot to resist.

"A slave."

A slave.

"A slave," says the blue dragon, admitting at last what he is suited to be. No more a free dragon, no more a man who can put down his books and think of other things. Only a creature suitable to be commanded, to have his life written out for others. And as he became this, he came.

Azurithon came as the words entered the screen. It was a hard, mind-blowing orgasm, one that rocked him to his core and nearly sent him flying off of his chair as he flailed. His pants were instantly soaked by the power of his orgasm, filling them with a messy load of cum, his cock incredibly visible through the now-darkened, soaked material. He kept cumming and cumming, losing what little thought was left in his mind as his cum carried his mind out through his cock.

The feeling of it, the immense pleasure, was more than he could take. Azurithon's face went slack, and he stared ahead of him as the words were slowly erased. As each line disappeared, he felt like his mind, his identity, his memory of his life went with it, as he was being reprogrammed to serve a different need.

When he stopped cumming - which only happened when the screen was blank again - he slowly calmed down, his breath going from ragged pants to something closer to gasps. He stared ahead, blankly, awaiting the next words.

Slowly, they came.

The blue dragon was known to everyone as Azurithon, but he knew himself as Slut. Those that knew him best knew what he was good at, a small pool of skills that included gaming, a bit of drinking, and sex. Those few that knew that used him very often, and they were a horse named Steve, a fox named Carl, and a bull named Dave.

Azurithon slowly nodded as these thoughts started to fill his mind. More words filled in more of his memories, starting back at the end of high school when he started offering himself to people. Seldom the same person twice, at least at first. By the end of his first year, though, he 'remembered' having had every male in his year twice, and some over a dozen times. He smiled at the 'memories' of his graduation, where they'd all gone out to Steve's house and had an orgy with him in the middle of it, using his real name rather than that fake name he had to give all the time.

The blue dragon known as Slut had a lot happen to him in college, eventually meeting up with his Master Writer, that would allow him a chance to live the life he always wanted. Obedient, happy, and filled with sex.

"Obedient...happy...filled with sex..."

And to that end, he attended all of the Master Writer's streams, always coming in with excitement and little memory, always looking forward to his fulfilling endings, and always looking forward to his new orders.

"New...orders..."

The blue dragon would shortly remember his order to call his friend, Dave, and apologize for hanging up. He would then offer to show the bull a good time, in order to make up for it, doing his sluttiest best for all that he had done in the past. After all, he had a good bit to make up for.

Yes, yes he did. The idea of putting anyone through that sort of rudeness was impossible for Slut to live with. He had to make it up to Dave.

And so, he lived happily ever after, a slut forever. The end.

The document closed, and Azurithon blinked. He blushed as he looked at his cummy pants, but didn't stop groping himself as he reached for his phone, dialing Dave's number.

"Hey, Dave? Yeah, just got done. Hey, I'm sorry for what I said...Do you want to come over? I got something here...well, let's just say I think you'll - You will? Thanks, man. Thanks."

The End