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"writing": "[b][u][center]Drac’s Forced Weekend Off\nPart 1\nFor AkimitsuSevecan\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nDraconicon glared at the contract on the table. Not because it was an unfair contract, but because of the fact that he was having to sign something like this in the first place. He looked up from the paperwork and turned his glare to the two canines on the other side of his breakfast table. \n\n“This is ridiculous, you know that.”\n\n“Yeah, but so’s your work schedule,” Lykus said, smiling and shrugging. “I mean, look at you. You’re stressed, you’re exhausted, you’re barely keeping up with all the paperwork that you gotta do as the Dean.”\n\n“I can keep up.”\n\n“For how much longer?” Azorious asked, the demon wolf cocking his head to the side. “Not an expert here, but I can see all the signs of someone breaking down over here.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Look. Just sign the contract, and we’ll take care of everything,” Lykus said, still smiling. “You know we care about you. We just want you to take a weekend off, take a breather, and let us help you get back on top of things.”\n\nHe sighed, looking back down at the contract. The black-scaled dragon knew that they weren’t wrong, but it was hard for him to pull back from any kind of work. Particularly stuff that he knew he was obliged to do. Yes, there were all kinds of failsafes and back-ups for Academia Draconis, and there were plenty of professors that could cover his shifts and take care of his students for a weekend (hell, he’d designed it so that they could cover things for a month without his direct input) but there was something about his personal pride that made him feel [i]wrong[/i] for not doing it all the time. \n\nHe was the Dean. It should be him keeping an eye on the academy. \n\nAt the same time…\n\nDraconicon closed his eyes, all too aware of how much that made his eyes [i]burn[/i] with relief. When was the last time that he’d spent his weekend reading or doing something more fun? When was the last time that he’d got more than five hours of sleep for the night? When was the last time that he’d done anything for himself rather than for someone else outside of the thirty-minute breaks that he occasionally took?\n\nToo long. \n\nWay too long. \n\n[i]And they are willing to help.[/i]\n\nLykus and Azorious were good men. Lykus was a card wolf, black and white and dressed in a vest and a tight pair of shorts that really showed him off, and he was as bouncy and helpful and happy as a puppy most of the time. Really skilled, though, and one of those that Draconicon could trust to take care of anything dangerous that popped up if it was really required. And Azorious? Incubus that he was, the demon wolf was a powerhouse, and while it was debatable which of the two was pervier, he knew that the demon had the sheer magical power to take care of just about anything that came up. \n\nAnd more to the point, they both cared enough that they weren’t going to let him out of his penthouse without him getting rest. If he wanted out, he’d have to really fight, and he didn’t want to expend that kind of energy. \n\nSighing, he wrote his name at the bottom of the contract and pushed it back. \n\n“One weekend, subject to renewal, which we all know that I’m not going to do,” he said, shaking his head. “I agree not to leave the penthouse, I agree not to portal things in to keep doing work, and I agree to at least [i]try[/i] the things that you throw my way as a way of relaxing, with a veto after twenty minutes of not enjoying it.”\n\n“Yep, that’s the contract,” Lykus said, passing it to Azorious, who snapped his fingers and made it go up in flames. “And the first thing you’re going to do is take a nap.”\n\n“…What?”\n\n“Take. A. Nap.” The black and white wolf nodded toward the penthouse bedroom. “I’ll come cuddle in a few minutes after we get everything set up, but you need sleep.”\n\n“I – oh, fuck…”\n\nDraconicon could feel it already. The heaviness behind his eyes was not just a result of the lack of sleep for the last – ugh, didn’t want to think about how long. It was the result of some magic in the contract, something that allowed the two wolves to enforce the ‘suggestions’ they had for him to relax. He could already feel his arms and legs going sleepy-limp, and he knew that if he didn’t start moving, he might end up falling asleep right then and there at the table. \n\n“You two…are bastards.”\n\n“Heh, not really,” Azorious said, getting up. “Come on, Drac. An hour’s nap, then you can get the fun stuff.”\n\n“Mmmph…fun for you…”\n\n“Well, for you, too. We know you that well, at least.”\n\nMuch as he wanted to argue, he could tell that it was more in the petulant, childish way rather than any real significant need to be right. Draconicon let himself be pulled out of his chair and half-walked, half-carried to the bed. He was barely aware of the two wolves stripping him out of his black robe before he fell onto his mattress and conked out. \n\n[i]Not. Fucking. Fair.[/i]\n\n#\n\nHe woke to the feeling of a mouth on his dick, and he knew it was Lykus from the way that the wolf was lingering over it. Azorious would have been all the way down, holding it in his throat to force orgasm after orgasm as soon as he woke up. Lykus loved the cum, for sure, but he was also someone that just enjoyed the feeling of a hard cock in his muzzle almost as much. The black dragon sighed, slowly reaching out and resting a hand on the wolf’s head between his legs. \n\nLykus thrummed in a happy growl as soon as they made contact. Draconicon huffed at the little swallow before his friend pulled back, the smaller wolf lifting his head up and making eye contact. \n\n“Heh, an hour already?” Lykus asked. \n\n“Mmmph…feels like it,” Draconicon muttered, rubbing his eyes. “That was just…unfair.”\n\n“Hey, you were the one that complained that you can’t nap. All we did was make sure you could.”\n\n“You ordered me to.”\n\n“And?”\n\n“…Ugh. Thank you, but still. Ugh.”\n\n“Hehehehe. Come on. Get up.”\n\nMuch as he hated to admit it, the nap had done him some good. His eyes didn’t hurt anymore, and he felt genuinely better than he had previously. He sat up with a groan, cock still twitching from – \n\n“How long were you sucking me off?”\n\n“Oh, I’d say about thirty minutes. Ten minutes cuddling, thirty minutes sucking and hugging your legs.”\n\n“And humping?”\n\n“Nah, not this time. I just wanted you to relax,” Lykus said. \n\n“…Thanks, again,” he said, shaking his head. “Okay, okay. I’m not going to say that I didn’t need this –”\n\n“Good! Because you did!”\n\n“Don’t push it,” he muttered, tapping the wolf’s nose. “But yes, I needed this. And thank you for the nap and the cuddling. Now. Just tell me this. How strict are you and Azorious going to be about ‘no work’?”\n\n“Very.”\n\nDraconicon looked up, shaking his head at the red and black demon wolf standing in the doorway. The big guy wore a smile and nothing more, leaning against the doorframe with his dick half out of his sheath and twitching upward. He glanced down at it, then back up with an eyeridge raised, only for Azorious to laugh. \n\n“Nah, not gonna fuck ya yet. I mean, I could – contract says I can get you on your knees, if I want – but not yet. Only if the other stuff doesn’t work.”\n\n“And the other stuff is…”\n\n“Games!”\n\nLykus grinned, leaping out of bed with his own dick swinging. Draconicon couldn’t help but crack a smile at the two hyper-hung canines; despite the height and energy difference between the two, they were really bound to one another. It was cute seeing them bounce off each other, energy-wise. \n\nAs he leaned back against a pillow, Lykus gestured out of the room. The wolf’s grin looked like it would snap his head clear in two as he spoke. \n\n“I put together a computer for you, and I’ve got all kinds of stuff for you to play.”\n\n“You really think that’s going to help me relax?” Draconicon asked, arching an eyebrow. “I don’t do well with puzzles.”\n\n“Who said anything about puzzles? I remember the stuff you like, heh. And I know that you like to…show off, heh.”\n\n“…What’s that supposed to mean?” the dragon asked, lifting an eyebrow. \n\n“He means that he set up a streaming service,” Azorious interrupted. \n\n“Azorious!”\n\n“Come on, you’re not going to keep teasing him when he’s supposed to relax, are you?”\n\n“Well – I – It’s fun to get him showing off. He’s got all the goods in all the fun sizes, you know?”\n\n“Hehehe.”\n\nAs the demon petted the mortal wolf, Draconicon leaned back a bit further, arms across his chest. He wasn’t nearly the sort of gamer that Lykus was, he had to admit. He didn’t go out to different shops to play games, either of the card or board variety, and while he had played some tabletop games in the past – even run them, much to the enjoyment of many – but he hadn’t played any computer ones for a while. \n\nWell, not the [i]normal[/i] kinds of games, at least. \n\nHe rubbed the back of his head as Lykus sat down with him again. \n\n“Come on, just give it a try. I’ve found three or four that you’d love.”\n\n“Uh-huh. And why do you think I’d like them?”\n\n“Well, one, the music’s fucking great,” the black and white wolf said. “And I know that’s a plus for you.”\n\n“…Okay, true.”\n\n“Second, they’re not too deep; they have a decent story, but they’re mostly just letting you play and the story comes second when you want to look at it.”\n\n“Getting better.”\n\n“Third, they have a lot of challenges, but you can grind to get past them instead of being locked behind a skill check.”\n\nHe nodded.\n\n“And last, it’s like a mix of Dark Souls and Dynasty Warriors. It’s got all the flash and cheese while still having the difficulty.”\n\n“Sold,” Draconicon said, chuckling as he pushed himself out of bed. “So, I’m going to be playing that huh? Annnnd what’s to stop me from putting it on pause and talking about magic on-stream?”\n\n“You’ll get shut down by the contract if you try,” Azorious said. \n\n“Dammit.”\n\n“Come on. Get dressed, and we’ll get you set up.”\n\n#\n\nIt didn’t take long at all for the pair of wolves to get him all set up. It was quite the elaborate streaming area, too. The wolves had clearly been busy while he was sleeping, getting one of the guest rooms of his penthouse covered with foam to keep the sound at the right levels, getting a microphone and camera set up in front of him, having triple monitors to keep an eye on all the programs at once – \n\n“Lykus?” Draconicon said, leaning down as he adjusted the chair. \n\n“Mm?”\n\n“Why is there a camera under the desk?”\n\n“Uhhhhhhh you’ll see.”\n\n“…Right.” He looked back at the wolf. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t sign me up for horny streaming, right?”\n\n“Maaaaaaaybe, maybe not.”\n\n“Lykus.”\n\n“Just try it, okay? You don’t have to play it for long, but just try it.”\n\n“If it wasn’t for the contract –a”\n\n“But the contract is there, so you gotta do it anyway,” Azorious interjected, chuckling. “Just sit down, pick up the controller, and get ready. We’ll mod it from the other rooms to keep everything running smoothly.”\n\n“Are any of these people gonna know who I am?” Draconicon asked as the wolves walked out. \n\n“Nope, warded it myself,” Lykus said. “Have fun!”\n\nAnd just like that, the dragon was alone. He looked back at the computer monitor, the game already up and ready, and the streaming program – according to Lykus – just needed him to click a button for it to run. He picked up the controller, set it in his lap, and took a moment to just stare at the game. \n\nIt looked like something fairly standard, a fantasy game that was focused on a delving into Hell, or some stand-in for it. There were red-skinned demons all over the place, and red-furred ones, as well. Fires, flames, all kinds of curses being flung around in the opening cinematic. There were player characters that charged forward, some swinging swords, some using repeating crossbows, and others throwing out spells like another would throw daggers. He smiled despite himself, shaking his head. \n\n“Well, this should be fun. Let’s see how it goes…”\n\nHe clicked the start button. The stream program beeped, then flickered, before being replaced with various names. \n\n\n\n[b]Wolfen3: What – oh, this is a new guy. \nWolfen3: Ever streamed here before?\nJammeJoe: Heh, playing the [i]Infernal Descent,[/i] eh? Nice.\nJammeJoe: First time?\nWolfen3: Which mode you playing on?\nBooboi: Hey, why are some of the rewards blacked out? \nBooboi: Mods?\n(Mod) Lykus: Hey, everyone. We’re going for a thirty-minute test session to see how it works for the streamer. \n(Mod) Lykus: For now, just be patient and treat the sexy dragon in front of you to a good time and show him how much you appreciate him. \n(Mod) Lykus: If it all goes well, everything gets unlocked after the thirty minute mark, so be patient, and let’s have fun. \n(Mod) Azorious: Or you have to deal with me. The not-nice one.[/b]\n\n\n\nDraconicon smiled despite himself. It looked like they were going to have a good time with this, considering the way that his friends were leaping right in with everything. He held up the controller. \n\n“Well, quick introductions out of the way before the game. I’m going to stay anonymous, and there’s no arguing that. First time playing, first time streaming, so let’s just see what happens, eh?”\n\n\n\n[b]JammeJoe: Sounds good to me. \nWolfen3: Sure. \nWolfen3: Gonna be hard to focus on the gameplay with this dragon in front of me, though. \nJammeJoe: Took the words out of my mouth. \nBooboi: Mmmmph. These thirty minutes are gonna suuuuuuuck.\nJammeJoe: Get over it, boo. It’ll be fine.[/b]\n\n\n\n“Anyway, let’s get started.”\n\n#\n\nDraconicon was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the game. He’d gone in with minimal expectations, hoping to just kill time quickly until he could get out of the chair, but there was something about the gameplay that sucked him in. \n\nIt was a simple enough thing. Each level was a map with thousands of imps and demons coming down from the other side of the level, and he had his player character, plus a small squad of heroes, and as many of them had to survive the battle as possible. Most combat was pretty simple, meant to be a way to show off, but it didn’t take long for the enemy types to go from being no more than a walking target to be dangerous. \n\nEach level was ‘beaten’ when he conquered the enemy spawn points, each defended by a miniboss that could have been a mid-tier boss in other games. There wasn’t much strategy to it, but there was some, and he had to be very focused on the game to play it properly. Taking it too lightly ended up costing him time, health, and more. \n\nHe thought he was about to finish the third level when the final spawn point exploded with fire. Draconicon sat up in his seat as a bigger demon stepped out, realizing that this one was supposed to be a proper boss. Tall, powerful, it was more like a bull than the other demons had been, and – \n\nBeep. \n\n\n\n[b](Mod) Lykus: Soooooooooo, how you liking it, Drac?\nJammeJoe: I think he was so into it he missed most of our messages. \nJammeJoe: Probably for the best. Doesn’t need to know how much we’re simping. \nLaurelHard: Yeaaaaaaah, that was a bit embarrassing earlier. \nLaurelHard: Doesn’t mean I’m not going to do it again. \n(Mod) Lykus: Still liking it? Ready for phase 2?[/b]\n\n\n\n“…Honestly, I forgot I was streaming. Sorry for going quiet there, guys. But, uh…yeah, yeah, I can keep going,” Draconicon said, rubbing his eyes. “Oof. Wow. This game just sucks you in, doesn’t it?”\n\n\n\n[b](Mod) Lykus: Great! Then let’s get started. \n[(Mod) Azorious has unlocked more rewards.]\n(Mod) Lykus: Come oooooon, lemme do something. \n(Mod) Azorious: You snooze, you lose. \n(Mod) Azorious: Besides, you can activate something.[/b]\n\n\n\n“Activate – what are you going to –”\n\nThe demon boss roared in the background of the game, and Draconicon’s eyes went wide as he [i]felt[/i] something. He whipped his eyes over to the bottom of the streamer program, noticing that Lykus had redeemed something. \n\n[i]Prostate Feedback: 120 seconds, Redeemed by (Mod) Lykus.[/i]\n\n“Oh, you son of a bitch…You got me –”\n\n\n\n[b](Mod) Lykus: I’d keep playing, Drac; impacts hit the booty a lot harder now.\nJammeJoe: Oh, there’s so many. What else you got?\nJammeJoe: Camera angles, sensory redeems – holy shit, hypno spirals?\nLaurelHard: Oh, what? Foot cam?\n[LaurelHard redeems Foot Cam, 60 seconds.][/b]\n\n\n\nDraconicon’s cheeks burned bright red as a webcam block appeared beside his face in the stream image, a camera pointing right at his soles. He curled his toes tight, biting his lips slightly as the camera zoomed in, then out, taking in the full view of the rings on his toes and the anklet around one leg. Chat loved it. \n\n\n\n[b]LaurelHard: Holy shit, those are sexy feet. \nJammeJoe: Hey, only one secondary cam at a time?!\nJammeJoe: No fair. \nLaurelHard: Hey, pull them up, lemme see sole!\nBooboi: I wanna see DICK. \nBooboi: Dragons have big ones, right?[/b]\n\n\n\nIf he hadn’t been blushing before, he sure as fuck was now. His face was on fire as he squirmed in his chair, and it didn’t get better as the demon boss kept roaring. Every distant echo was a dull throb across his prostate, and when he unpaused the game, it got much stronger. He gasped, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he pushed himself to run across the game map – \n\nSMACK!\n\nAn unseen demon managed to get a surprise attack, and the blow actually felt like someone had just jabbed a vibrator against his prostate. The dragon gasped again, his toes curling [i]tight[/i] on the other camera. \n\n\n\n[b]LaurelHard: Oooooh, honest toes.\nJammeJoe: I bet his dick’s even more honest. \nJammeJoe: You getting hard, dragon?\nBooboi: Dick cam!\nBooboi: Dick cam!\nHellHound45: What about ass-cam?[/b]\n\n\n\n[i]Don’t you fucking dare,[/i] the dragon thought, all but sure that the wolves had set that up. \n\nHe forced himself to focus on the game again, doing his best not to think about the fact that his asshole was twitching and clenching every time that he blocked the surprise enemy. It was like micro-thrusts and teases across his prostate again and again, and he huffed as his cock started rising between his legs and running down one sweatpant leg. He huffed and shivered, focusing in as best he could – \n\n\n\n[b][HellHound45 redeems Penile Feedback, 60 seconds.][/b]\n\n“You son of a – mmmph!”\n\nHe managed to keep from whimpering as he delivered the killing blow to the ambushing imp, but it was a damn close thing. His toes curled tighter still, his feet pressing against each other on the side cam before that closed. Draconicon forced himself to keep moving, trying to ignore the dancing vibrations inside of his ass and along his cock as the screaming and vibrations in the game kept getting translated onto his body. \n\nNot fair. Not fucking fair. \n\nHe saw other things happening out of the corner of his eye. Someone else redeemed crotch-cam, but he was still wearing his pants, so it wasn’t [i]as[/i] interesting as they wanted. Someone was complaining, Lykus was saying something, but the dragon was just focusing on the game. \n\nBig guy. \n\nBad guy. \n\nBeat the boss. \n\nEnd stream. \n\nThrob, throb, throb. He could just barely see his cock trapped in his sweatpants at the edge of his vision, the shaft throbbing so hard and so visibly against the gray cloth. He bit back a gasp as he blocked a fireball, the rush hitting him [i]hard.[/i]\n\n\n\n[b]JammeJoe: Fuck, that dick’s dancing. \nBooboi: Need to seeeeeeee!\nJammeJoe: Think we can get it to cum in there?\nJammeJoe: Bet that’d make a huge stain.\nHellHound45: Feel the fires of Hell, dragon-boi!\nHellHound45: You’re nothing but a bitch for these demons. \nHellHound45: Get fucked, you scaly –\n[(Mod) Azorious has timed out HellHound45 for 1 hour.]\n(Mod) Azorious: Ain’t coming back unless the streamer says he likes that.[/b]\n\n\n\n“T-thanks Azorious,” the black dragon muttered, grunting as the prostate feedback finally tapered out. “Fuuuuuuuuck, that was more than I was ready for.”\n\nHe couldn’t stop panting. The chat kept hitting him with more and more redeems. Sometimes they forced the camera back to his feet, sometimes back to his dick, and once – just once – they got it in the back. Just the seat of his pants, nothing under it because he was still dressed, but that was still just a little embarrassing. It was worse when they were pushing the redeems for feedback. The ones for his nipples did jack-shit, but the ones for his prostate and his cock were hard to ignore. The one that sometimes made him feel like there was a cock in his mouth was just weird. \n\nThrough it all, he just kept trying to play. His gameplay was getting worse as he kept getting more and more horned up, but he kept pushing himself, further, further, further. He got to the boss and – \n\n\n\n[b][JammeJoe redeems Penile Feedback, 180 seconds.]\n[Booboi redeems Prostate Feedback, 180 seconds.]\n[LaurelHard redeems Foot Feedback, 180 seconds.][/b]\n\n\n\n“You…fucking…baaaaastaaaaaaaaaaaaaaards!”\n\nOne hit and he was curled up in his seat, his feet off the ground and his back arched against the chair. He tried to block, but just getting a hit on the shield made him feel like someone had just jammed a magic wand under his balls. He moaned, shivering, even dropping the controller on the third hit – \n\n“NNnngh!”\n\nAnd then he was cumming. His cock jerked in his sweatpants and squirted, shooting one string after another into the gray cloth. The camera was focused right down there, too, catching every single squirt. He couldn’t stop, his breath coming in harsh pants as he kept cumming, and cumming, squirting away as the sweatpants started to cling to him. \n\n\n\n[b]LaurelHard: Hooooo fuck, I bet he could paint his feet white with that. \nLaurelHard: Shit, we shoulda had him strip. \nLaurelHard: Get it squirting all over his feet and the bottom of the desk. \nJammeJoe: That’d kill the under-desk camera. \nJammeJoe: But…could be hot. Hey, mods, can we get a condom application redeem?\nBooboi: Heh, he’s about to die. \nBooboi: Rocket in three…two…one…[/b]\n\n\n\nDraconicon tried to save the session, but it was too late. The bull-demon boss hit him one more time, and it pushed him over the edge. He moaned as he went from one orgasm to another, not only staining, but soaking his sweatpants. Bubbles of cum shot out through the little gaps in the fabric, bubbling free and running down his bulge. \n\nWhile his orgasm was still going on, a BRB message spread across the stream program. He was still shivering when the door opened and Lykus and Azorious rushed in, the two wolves gently pulling the headphones off him and putting them to the side. Draconicon leaned back in the chair, waving them back as he caught his breath. \n\n“You okay?” Lykus asked. \n\n“Coulda…coulda told me…it was going to get that…that lewd,” he panted. \n\n“Heh, maybe, but it’s more fun if it’s a surprise.”\n\n“…Won’t…won’t argue that,” he groaned, rolling his head back against the chair. “Fuck…fuck, I haven’t cum that hard in a while.”\n\n“No shit. Dunno if there’s any saving those sweatpants,” Azorious said, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Not that I’m complaining about getting you naked.”\n\n“Yeah, I’m sure…”\n\nHe shook his head, taking a few deep breaths. It’d only been another fifteen minutes since the game shifted like that. Total of forty-five minutes streamed. He felt like he’d just been in bed with a stellar lover for the last three hours. Fuck, that was different. That was a [i]rush[/i] and then some. Still trying to catch his breath, he looked up at the black and white wolf. \n\n“Break. I need a break,” he said. \n\n“Sure, no problem. Let’s get you some water, a bathroom break, and –”\n\n“And some questions and answers,” Draconicon said, wobbling to his feet with a groan. “And a shower.”\n\n“Well, bathroom and shower can be a nice start,” Lykus said with a chuckle. “So, before you wash it all off. You mind?”\n\n“…Go for it.”\n\nAs Lykus dropped to his hands and knees, shucking the dragon out of his sweatpants, and Azorious went through the process of turning off the stream for the moment, Draconicon wondered what was going to happen going forward. Certainly was going to be an interesting weekend if they had things like this planned, but holy shit he was glad that nobody on the stream had realized who he was. That was something that he [i]really[/i] didn’t need getting out, what with his reputation and the state of things with his academy. They did not need to know that they had a pervert like him at the top of the heap. \n\nBut…\n\nHe had to admit that – despite the embarrassment and getting so worked up from the game – he was having a good time. And more importantly, he was more relaxed than he had been for [i]some[/i] time. He didn’t know if there was something in the game doing that, or if it was the double-orgasm followed by a happy blowjob, but whatever it was, it was working for him. Maybe Azorious and Lykus did know what they were doing. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Once more, Drac is getting into that overworked cycle. This time, Lykus and Azorious come by to drag him back to a relaxed weekend…whether he wants to or not. \n\nTags: M/M, M/solo, Dragon, Wolf, Wolf Demon, Demon, Draconicon, Docetri, Streaming, Game Streaming, Lewd Streaming, Series, Body Control, Magic, Feedback, Forced Pleasure, Forced Orgasm, Cum, Orgasm, Blowjob, ",
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Drac’s Forced Weekend Off Part 1 For AkimitsuSevecan By Draconicon
Draconicon glared at the contract on the table. Not because it was an unfair contract, but because of the fact that he was having to sign something like this in the first place. He looked up from the paperwork and turned his glare to the two canines on the other side of his breakfast table.
“This is ridiculous, you know that.”
“Yeah, but so’s your work schedule,” Lykus said, smiling and shrugging. “I mean, look at you. You’re stressed, you’re exhausted, you’re barely keeping up with all the paperwork that you gotta do as the Dean.”
“I can keep up.”
“For how much longer?” Azorious asked, the demon wolf cocking his head to the side. “Not an expert here, but I can see all the signs of someone breaking down over here.”
“…”
“Look. Just sign the contract, and we’ll take care of everything,” Lykus said, still smiling. “You know we care about you. We just want you to take a weekend off, take a breather, and let us help you get back on top of things.”
He sighed, looking back down at the contract. The black-scaled dragon knew that they weren’t wrong, but it was hard for him to pull back from any kind of work. Particularly stuff that he knew he was obliged to do. Yes, there were all kinds of failsafes and back-ups for Academia Draconis, and there were plenty of professors that could cover his shifts and take care of his students for a weekend (hell, he’d designed it so that they could cover things for a month without his direct input) but there was something about his personal pride that made him feel wrong for not doing it all the time.
He was the Dean. It should be him keeping an eye on the academy.
At the same time…
Draconicon closed his eyes, all too aware of how much that made his eyes burn with relief. When was the last time that he’d spent his weekend reading or doing something more fun? When was the last time that he’d got more than five hours of sleep for the night? When was the last time that he’d done anything for himself rather than for someone else outside of the thirty-minute breaks that he occasionally took?
Too long.
Way too long.
And they are willing to help.
Lykus and Azorious were good men. Lykus was a card wolf, black and white and dressed in a vest and a tight pair of shorts that really showed him off, and he was as bouncy and helpful and happy as a puppy most of the time. Really skilled, though, and one of those that Draconicon could trust to take care of anything dangerous that popped up if it was really required. And Azorious? Incubus that he was, the demon wolf was a powerhouse, and while it was debatable which of the two was pervier, he knew that the demon had the sheer magical power to take care of just about anything that came up.
And more to the point, they both cared enough that they weren’t going to let him out of his penthouse without him getting rest. If he wanted out, he’d have to really fight, and he didn’t want to expend that kind of energy.
Sighing, he wrote his name at the bottom of the contract and pushed it back.
“One weekend, subject to renewal, which we all know that I’m not going to do,” he said, shaking his head. “I agree not to leave the penthouse, I agree not to portal things in to keep doing work, and I agree to at least try the things that you throw my way as a way of relaxing, with a veto after twenty minutes of not enjoying it.”
“Yep, that’s the contract,” Lykus said, passing it to Azorious, who snapped his fingers and made it go up in flames. “And the first thing you’re going to do is take a nap.”
“…What?”
“Take. A. Nap.” The black and white wolf nodded toward the penthouse bedroom. “I’ll come cuddle in a few minutes after we get everything set up, but you need sleep.”
“I – oh, fuck…”
Draconicon could feel it already. The heaviness behind his eyes was not just a result of the lack of sleep for the last – ugh, didn’t want to think about how long. It was the result of some magic in the contract, something that allowed the two wolves to enforce the ‘suggestions’ they had for him to relax. He could already feel his arms and legs going sleepy-limp, and he knew that if he didn’t start moving, he might end up falling asleep right then and there at the table.
“You two…are bastards.”
“Heh, not really,” Azorious said, getting up. “Come on, Drac. An hour’s nap, then you can get the fun stuff.”
“Mmmph…fun for you…”
“Well, for you, too. We know you that well, at least.”
Much as he wanted to argue, he could tell that it was more in the petulant, childish way rather than any real significant need to be right. Draconicon let himself be pulled out of his chair and half-walked, half-carried to the bed. He was barely aware of the two wolves stripping him out of his black robe before he fell onto his mattress and conked out.
Not. Fucking. Fair.
#
He woke to the feeling of a mouth on his dick, and he knew it was Lykus from the way that the wolf was lingering over it. Azorious would have been all the way down, holding it in his throat to force orgasm after orgasm as soon as he woke up. Lykus loved the cum, for sure, but he was also someone that just enjoyed the feeling of a hard cock in his muzzle almost as much. The black dragon sighed, slowly reaching out and resting a hand on the wolf’s head between his legs.
Lykus thrummed in a happy growl as soon as they made contact. Draconicon huffed at the little swallow before his friend pulled back, the smaller wolf lifting his head up and making eye contact.
“Heh, an hour already?” Lykus asked.
“Mmmph…feels like it,” Draconicon muttered, rubbing his eyes. “That was just…unfair.”
“Hey, you were the one that complained that you can’t nap. All we did was make sure you could.”
“You ordered me to.”
“And?”
“…Ugh. Thank you, but still. Ugh.”
“Hehehehe. Come on. Get up.”
Much as he hated to admit it, the nap had done him some good. His eyes didn’t hurt anymore, and he felt genuinely better than he had previously. He sat up with a groan, cock still twitching from –
“How long were you sucking me off?”
“Oh, I’d say about thirty minutes. Ten minutes cuddling, thirty minutes sucking and hugging your legs.”
“And humping?”
“Nah, not this time. I just wanted you to relax,” Lykus said.
“…Thanks, again,” he said, shaking his head. “Okay, okay. I’m not going to say that I didn’t need this –”
“Good! Because you did!”
“Don’t push it,” he muttered, tapping the wolf’s nose. “But yes, I needed this. And thank you for the nap and the cuddling. Now. Just tell me this. How strict are you and Azorious going to be about ‘no work’?”
“Very.”
Draconicon looked up, shaking his head at the red and black demon wolf standing in the doorway. The big guy wore a smile and nothing more, leaning against the doorframe with his dick half out of his sheath and twitching upward. He glanced down at it, then back up with an eyeridge raised, only for Azorious to laugh.
“Nah, not gonna fuck ya yet. I mean, I could – contract says I can get you on your knees, if I want – but not yet. Only if the other stuff doesn’t work.”
“And the other stuff is…”
“Games!”
Lykus grinned, leaping out of bed with his own dick swinging. Draconicon couldn’t help but crack a smile at the two hyper-hung canines; despite the height and energy difference between the two, they were really bound to one another. It was cute seeing them bounce off each other, energy-wise.
As he leaned back against a pillow, Lykus gestured out of the room. The wolf’s grin looked like it would snap his head clear in two as he spoke.
“I put together a computer for you, and I’ve got all kinds of stuff for you to play.”
“You really think that’s going to help me relax?” Draconicon asked, arching an eyebrow. “I don’t do well with puzzles.”
“Who said anything about puzzles? I remember the stuff you like, heh. And I know that you like to…show off, heh.”
“…What’s that supposed to mean?” the dragon asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“He means that he set up a streaming service,” Azorious interrupted.
“Azorious!”
“Come on, you’re not going to keep teasing him when he’s supposed to relax, are you?”
“Well – I – It’s fun to get him showing off. He’s got all the goods in all the fun sizes, you know?”
“Hehehe.”
As the demon petted the mortal wolf, Draconicon leaned back a bit further, arms across his chest. He wasn’t nearly the sort of gamer that Lykus was, he had to admit. He didn’t go out to different shops to play games, either of the card or board variety, and while he had played some tabletop games in the past – even run them, much to the enjoyment of many – but he hadn’t played any computer ones for a while.
Well, not the normal kinds of games, at least.
He rubbed the back of his head as Lykus sat down with him again.
“Come on, just give it a try. I’ve found three or four that you’d love.”
“Uh-huh. And why do you think I’d like them?”
“Well, one, the music’s fucking great,” the black and white wolf said. “And I know that’s a plus for you.”
“…Okay, true.”
“Second, they’re not too deep; they have a decent story, but they’re mostly just letting you play and the story comes second when you want to look at it.”
“Getting better.”
“Third, they have a lot of challenges, but you can grind to get past them instead of being locked behind a skill check.”
He nodded.
“And last, it’s like a mix of Dark Souls and Dynasty Warriors. It’s got all the flash and cheese while still having the difficulty.”
“Sold,” Draconicon said, chuckling as he pushed himself out of bed. “So, I’m going to be playing that huh? Annnnd what’s to stop me from putting it on pause and talking about magic on-stream?”
“You’ll get shut down by the contract if you try,” Azorious said.
“Dammit.”
“Come on. Get dressed, and we’ll get you set up.”
#
It didn’t take long at all for the pair of wolves to get him all set up. It was quite the elaborate streaming area, too. The wolves had clearly been busy while he was sleeping, getting one of the guest rooms of his penthouse covered with foam to keep the sound at the right levels, getting a microphone and camera set up in front of him, having triple monitors to keep an eye on all the programs at once –
“Lykus?” Draconicon said, leaning down as he adjusted the chair.
“Mm?”
“Why is there a camera under the desk?”
“Uhhhhhhh you’ll see.”
“…Right.” He looked back at the wolf. “I’m pretty sure you didn’t sign me up for horny streaming, right?”
“Maaaaaaaybe, maybe not.”
“Lykus.”
“Just try it, okay? You don’t have to play it for long, but just try it.”
“If it wasn’t for the contract –a”
“But the contract is there, so you gotta do it anyway,” Azorious interjected, chuckling. “Just sit down, pick up the controller, and get ready. We’ll mod it from the other rooms to keep everything running smoothly.”
“Are any of these people gonna know who I am?” Draconicon asked as the wolves walked out.
“Nope, warded it myself,” Lykus said. “Have fun!”
And just like that, the dragon was alone. He looked back at the computer monitor, the game already up and ready, and the streaming program – according to Lykus – just needed him to click a button for it to run. He picked up the controller, set it in his lap, and took a moment to just stare at the game.
It looked like something fairly standard, a fantasy game that was focused on a delving into Hell, or some stand-in for it. There were red-skinned demons all over the place, and red-furred ones, as well. Fires, flames, all kinds of curses being flung around in the opening cinematic. There were player characters that charged forward, some swinging swords, some using repeating crossbows, and others throwing out spells like another would throw daggers. He smiled despite himself, shaking his head.
“Well, this should be fun. Let’s see how it goes…”
He clicked the start button. The stream program beeped, then flickered, before being replaced with various names.
Wolfen3: What – oh, this is a new guy. Wolfen3: Ever streamed here before? JammeJoe: Heh, playing the Infernal Descent, eh? Nice. JammeJoe: First time? Wolfen3: Which mode you playing on? Booboi: Hey, why are some of the rewards blacked out? Booboi: Mods? (Mod) Lykus: Hey, everyone. We’re going for a thirty-minute test session to see how it works for the streamer. (Mod) Lykus: For now, just be patient and treat the sexy dragon in front of you to a good time and show him how much you appreciate him. (Mod) Lykus: If it all goes well, everything gets unlocked after the thirty minute mark, so be patient, and let’s have fun. (Mod) Azorious: Or you have to deal with me. The not-nice one.
Draconicon smiled despite himself. It looked like they were going to have a good time with this, considering the way that his friends were leaping right in with everything. He held up the controller.
“Well, quick introductions out of the way before the game. I’m going to stay anonymous, and there’s no arguing that. First time playing, first time streaming, so let’s just see what happens, eh?”
JammeJoe: Sounds good to me. Wolfen3: Sure. Wolfen3: Gonna be hard to focus on the gameplay with this dragon in front of me, though. JammeJoe: Took the words out of my mouth. Booboi: Mmmmph. These thirty minutes are gonna suuuuuuuck. JammeJoe: Get over it, boo. It’ll be fine.
“Anyway, let’s get started.”
#
Draconicon was pleasantly surprised at the quality of the game. He’d gone in with minimal expectations, hoping to just kill time quickly until he could get out of the chair, but there was something about the gameplay that sucked him in.
It was a simple enough thing. Each level was a map with thousands of imps and demons coming down from the other side of the level, and he had his player character, plus a small squad of heroes, and as many of them had to survive the battle as possible. Most combat was pretty simple, meant to be a way to show off, but it didn’t take long for the enemy types to go from being no more than a walking target to be dangerous.
Each level was ‘beaten’ when he conquered the enemy spawn points, each defended by a miniboss that could have been a mid-tier boss in other games. There wasn’t much strategy to it, but there was some, and he had to be very focused on the game to play it properly. Taking it too lightly ended up costing him time, health, and more.
He thought he was about to finish the third level when the final spawn point exploded with fire. Draconicon sat up in his seat as a bigger demon stepped out, realizing that this one was supposed to be a proper boss. Tall, powerful, it was more like a bull than the other demons had been, and –
Beep.
(Mod) Lykus: Soooooooooo, how you liking it, Drac? JammeJoe: I think he was so into it he missed most of our messages. JammeJoe: Probably for the best. Doesn’t need to know how much we’re simping. LaurelHard: Yeaaaaaaah, that was a bit embarrassing earlier. LaurelHard: Doesn’t mean I’m not going to do it again. (Mod) Lykus: Still liking it? Ready for phase 2?
“…Honestly, I forgot I was streaming. Sorry for going quiet there, guys. But, uh…yeah, yeah, I can keep going,” Draconicon said, rubbing his eyes. “Oof. Wow. This game just sucks you in, doesn’t it?”
(Mod) Lykus: Great! Then let’s get started. [(Mod) Azorious has unlocked more rewards.] (Mod) Lykus: Come oooooon, lemme do something. (Mod) Azorious: You snooze, you lose. (Mod) Azorious: Besides, you can activate something.
“Activate – what are you going to –”
The demon boss roared in the background of the game, and Draconicon’s eyes went wide as he felt something. He whipped his eyes over to the bottom of the streamer program, noticing that Lykus had redeemed something.
Prostate Feedback: 120 seconds, Redeemed by (Mod) Lykus.
“Oh, you son of a bitch…You got me –”
(Mod) Lykus: I’d keep playing, Drac; impacts hit the booty a lot harder now. JammeJoe: Oh, there’s so many. What else you got? JammeJoe: Camera angles, sensory redeems – holy shit, hypno spirals? LaurelHard: Oh, what? Foot cam? [LaurelHard redeems Foot Cam, 60 seconds.]
Draconicon’s cheeks burned bright red as a webcam block appeared beside his face in the stream image, a camera pointing right at his soles. He curled his toes tight, biting his lips slightly as the camera zoomed in, then out, taking in the full view of the rings on his toes and the anklet around one leg. Chat loved it.
LaurelHard: Holy shit, those are sexy feet. JammeJoe: Hey, only one secondary cam at a time?! JammeJoe: No fair. LaurelHard: Hey, pull them up, lemme see sole! Booboi: I wanna see DICK. Booboi: Dragons have big ones, right?
If he hadn’t been blushing before, he sure as fuck was now. His face was on fire as he squirmed in his chair, and it didn’t get better as the demon boss kept roaring. Every distant echo was a dull throb across his prostate, and when he unpaused the game, it got much stronger. He gasped, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he pushed himself to run across the game map –
SMACK!
An unseen demon managed to get a surprise attack, and the blow actually felt like someone had just jabbed a vibrator against his prostate. The dragon gasped again, his toes curling tight on the other camera.
LaurelHard: Oooooh, honest toes. JammeJoe: I bet his dick’s even more honest. JammeJoe: You getting hard, dragon? Booboi: Dick cam! Booboi: Dick cam! HellHound45: What about ass-cam?
Don’t you fucking dare, the dragon thought, all but sure that the wolves had set that up.
He forced himself to focus on the game again, doing his best not to think about the fact that his asshole was twitching and clenching every time that he blocked the surprise enemy. It was like micro-thrusts and teases across his prostate again and again, and he huffed as his cock started rising between his legs and running down one sweatpant leg. He huffed and shivered, focusing in as best he could –
He managed to keep from whimpering as he delivered the killing blow to the ambushing imp, but it was a damn close thing. His toes curled tighter still, his feet pressing against each other on the side cam before that closed. Draconicon forced himself to keep moving, trying to ignore the dancing vibrations inside of his ass and along his cock as the screaming and vibrations in the game kept getting translated onto his body.
Not fair. Not fucking fair.
He saw other things happening out of the corner of his eye. Someone else redeemed crotch-cam, but he was still wearing his pants, so it wasn’t as interesting as they wanted. Someone was complaining, Lykus was saying something, but the dragon was just focusing on the game.
Big guy.
Bad guy.
Beat the boss.
End stream.
Throb, throb, throb. He could just barely see his cock trapped in his sweatpants at the edge of his vision, the shaft throbbing so hard and so visibly against the gray cloth. He bit back a gasp as he blocked a fireball, the rush hitting him hard.
JammeJoe: Fuck, that dick’s dancing. Booboi: Need to seeeeeeee! JammeJoe: Think we can get it to cum in there? JammeJoe: Bet that’d make a huge stain. HellHound45: Feel the fires of Hell, dragon-boi! HellHound45: You’re nothing but a bitch for these demons. HellHound45: Get fucked, you scaly – [(Mod) Azorious has timed out HellHound45 for 1 hour.] (Mod) Azorious: Ain’t coming back unless the streamer says he likes that.
“T-thanks Azorious,” the black dragon muttered, grunting as the prostate feedback finally tapered out. “Fuuuuuuuuck, that was more than I was ready for.”
He couldn’t stop panting. The chat kept hitting him with more and more redeems. Sometimes they forced the camera back to his feet, sometimes back to his dick, and once – just once – they got it in the back. Just the seat of his pants, nothing under it because he was still dressed, but that was still just a little embarrassing. It was worse when they were pushing the redeems for feedback. The ones for his nipples did jack-shit, but the ones for his prostate and his cock were hard to ignore. The one that sometimes made him feel like there was a cock in his mouth was just weird.
Through it all, he just kept trying to play. His gameplay was getting worse as he kept getting more and more horned up, but he kept pushing himself, further, further, further. He got to the boss and –
One hit and he was curled up in his seat, his feet off the ground and his back arched against the chair. He tried to block, but just getting a hit on the shield made him feel like someone had just jammed a magic wand under his balls. He moaned, shivering, even dropping the controller on the third hit –
“NNnngh!”
And then he was cumming. His cock jerked in his sweatpants and squirted, shooting one string after another into the gray cloth. The camera was focused right down there, too, catching every single squirt. He couldn’t stop, his breath coming in harsh pants as he kept cumming, and cumming, squirting away as the sweatpants started to cling to him.
LaurelHard: Hooooo fuck, I bet he could paint his feet white with that. LaurelHard: Shit, we shoulda had him strip. LaurelHard: Get it squirting all over his feet and the bottom of the desk. JammeJoe: That’d kill the under-desk camera. JammeJoe: But…could be hot. Hey, mods, can we get a condom application redeem? Booboi: Heh, he’s about to die. Booboi: Rocket in three…two…one…
Draconicon tried to save the session, but it was too late. The bull-demon boss hit him one more time, and it pushed him over the edge. He moaned as he went from one orgasm to another, not only staining, but soaking his sweatpants. Bubbles of cum shot out through the little gaps in the fabric, bubbling free and running down his bulge.
While his orgasm was still going on, a BRB message spread across the stream program. He was still shivering when the door opened and Lykus and Azorious rushed in, the two wolves gently pulling the headphones off him and putting them to the side. Draconicon leaned back in the chair, waving them back as he caught his breath.
“You okay?” Lykus asked.
“Coulda…coulda told me…it was going to get that…that lewd,” he panted.
“Heh, maybe, but it’s more fun if it’s a surprise.”
“…Won’t…won’t argue that,” he groaned, rolling his head back against the chair. “Fuck…fuck, I haven’t cum that hard in a while.”
“No shit. Dunno if there’s any saving those sweatpants,” Azorious said, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Not that I’m complaining about getting you naked.”
“Yeah, I’m sure…”
He shook his head, taking a few deep breaths. It’d only been another fifteen minutes since the game shifted like that. Total of forty-five minutes streamed. He felt like he’d just been in bed with a stellar lover for the last three hours. Fuck, that was different. That was a rush and then some. Still trying to catch his breath, he looked up at the black and white wolf.
“Break. I need a break,” he said.
“Sure, no problem. Let’s get you some water, a bathroom break, and –”
“And some questions and answers,” Draconicon said, wobbling to his feet with a groan. “And a shower.”
“Well, bathroom and shower can be a nice start,” Lykus said with a chuckle. “So, before you wash it all off. You mind?”
“…Go for it.”
As Lykus dropped to his hands and knees, shucking the dragon out of his sweatpants, and Azorious went through the process of turning off the stream for the moment, Draconicon wondered what was going to happen going forward. Certainly was going to be an interesting weekend if they had things like this planned, but holy shit he was glad that nobody on the stream had realized who he was. That was something that he really didn’t need getting out, what with his reputation and the state of things with his academy. They did not need to know that they had a pervert like him at the top of the heap.
But…
He had to admit that – despite the embarrassment and getting so worked up from the game – he was having a good time. And more importantly, he was more relaxed than he had been for some time. He didn’t know if there was something in the game doing that, or if it was the double-orgasm followed by a happy blowjob, but whatever it was, it was working for him. Maybe Azorious and Lykus did know what they were doing.
The End
Summary: Once more, Drac is getting into that overworked cycle. This time, Lykus and Azorious come by to drag him back to a relaxed weekend…whether he wants to or not.