Victor settled into his seat at his desk, cracked his neck, and sighed through his nose. A quick glance at his calendar showed tomorrow circled in red, and a quick glance at his computer showed a blinking red "5" over the Eris icon. He kind of smirked to himself and pulled up the window. He had a feeling he knew who'd been pestering him, and sure enough, five messages lit up as soon as Eris finished loading.
G: vex
G: VEX
G: yo VEX where you AT
G: vex i swear to goddess if you dont fucking say something
G: I KNOW YOURE THERE COWARD YOUR LIGHT IS GREEN
V: Listen, I know you're absolutely
smitten
with me, but the constant badgering is a little much.
G: OH AND HE FINALLY SHOWS HIMSELF
G: little mister "oh uh sorry gale i have to go to the doctors to make sure my dick isnt going to fall off"
G: COWARD
G: was the doctor hot at least
G: five bux says she was a succubus with some fuckboy nurse blushing beside her the entire time
G: all pretending she's not about to succ that dick DRY as soon as youre out the door
V: Yeah, not quite. She was a lamia. Probably an Asklepian?
V: Anyway, I actually just got back from the pharmacy. The doctor set me up with a prescription for, uh
G: for what
Victor felt his cheeks tinge with heat. There was no real easy way to say it, so he might as well just rip the bandage off. Gale would understand. It wasn't something he'd gotten by
choice.
Just some infection that had fluttered through the air. He sighed through his nose once more and got it over with.
V: Apparently I have cumbrains.
G: oh no!
G: holy shit, when did you find out?
G: like how many days in i mean
V: The doctor said we caught it early, so it's not
too
bad.
V: definitely explains why I've been zoning out sometimes, though.
V: And why I've been flubbing punctuation, too. Ugh.
G: "oh jeez gale every time i jerk off i lose IQ points"
G: "gale do you think this is going to affect my performance in the competitive erotic roleplay circuit"
G: "i wonder how many times its going to be before i forget the apostraphe in the possessive imperative"
V: Technically it's every ejaculation, not just masturbation.
V: Also, apostrophe*
G: "ah fuck do you think i might end up not being a joyless pedant if i have too many nondescript ejaculations gale oh no" :(
Victor rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat. He could always count on Gale to cheer him up. Or attempt to make light of a potentially debilitating condition he'd come down with. No pun intended. His smirk returned, and Victor took solace in the fact that he at least had the presence of mind to spot wordplay. Even if it did kind of tie into his illness. Ping. Ping. God, but Gale just wouldn't shut up, would she?
G: so what kind of medicine did you get
G: libido suppressants and stuff?
V: Yeah, more or less. Apparently it really only lasts a week and change, so I'm already a fair bit through it.
G: that's good!
G: oh
G: but you've got the H gene?
V: Mhm.
V: That's the big problem.
V: And kind of the reason why I don't think I'm actually going to end up taking the stuff she prescribed.
V: The suppressants I got would technically remove the impetus to, you know, "self-satisfy," but the H gene means I'd get backed up real quick.
G: i feel like i've only heard you complain about getting backed up once or twice tbh
V: Yeah, it's not something I like doing too often. Hurts a
lot.
V: I'm not, like, an especially "lusty" young man, so I think I'll be fine not taking the suppressants.
V: I'm just going to ration myself to prevent buildup.
V: To be frank, I'd rather feel kind of loopy for a day or two over having my balls ache.
G: rationing masturbation
G: what a time to be alive
G: "ive got three jerk-off stamps here, what can i get for that"
G: "times are tough, vex. i can get you a nursing handjob video but that's the best i can do right now"
V: I think you're projecting.
G: im not getting defensive, YOURE getting defensive
G: oh! speaking of projects
G: uh
G: nevermind, i was going to send some sweet "pix" of my latest cosplay but idk if that would like compromise your schedule or something
V: Gale, I can rein myself in enough to see your new cosplay. :P
G: i call fucking bullshit, you just used a fucking emoticon
G: youre halfway to cumdumb already
V: I'll risk it. Send the picture.
V: Here's hoping I still remember to use the red pen in my dis-cum-bobulated state.
G: omg you fucking dork
- GAELSTROM has sent 3 file(s)! -
Victor leaned back in his seat and clicked on the first. Well, no, he hovered the cursor over it. He wasn't
worried,
per se. But he hadn't jerked off in a day or so, and. Well, there was no easy way to say it. Gale was actually fucking
gorgeous.
Not really her fault, considering she had a blend of succubus and holstaurus genes. Still, she was hot enough to make a career out of streaming and cosplay. Given how many of her fans seemed to almost
worship
her, Gale's streaming handle of "Golden Calf" was pretty apt.
In short, he wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to resist jerking off, but...there was definitely a slight risk of it, wasn't there? But Victor had said it'd be fine. And Gale was already messaging him, asking what he thought. And if he didn't look, she'd know why, and she'd tease him, and- And fuck it! Victor clicked on the first picture-
Oh.
Oh.
V: Oh, this is the sponsored cosplay?
G: yeah!
G: it's incredible, i just had to send over my measurements and they sent over the entire getup
G: SUPER high quality material
V: Yeah, I can see that. It looks real nice.
Of course, Victor wasn't exactly talking about the outfit itself. More the stacked seductress wearing it. Gale had told Victor that she was going to be a cosplayer at some game convention coming up. Some company was putting out a spy game, and they wanted her to come dressed as the main character. It was an incredible opportunity regardless, but...it had taken her a while to mention it was an
H-game
convention. And hoo, did the outfit match that setting.
The "picture" must've been part of a promo shoot, because it was more of a pin-up than a selfie. Gale cut a coquettish figure, her hourglass curves packed tight into a black jumpsuit, zipper practically pulled down to her navel. Hip cocked to the side, she smirked at the camera, casting her bedroom eyes at the viewer seductively. Victor pulled up the other two, dragged the windows so he could see all three at once, and-
No! No, he'd set up his schedule. Tomorrow. He had to wait until tomorrow. Fuck, he was already hard, though. Victor palmed himself through his pants, his eyes gravitating towards the bottomless valley of Gale's cleavage. The outfit wasn't very complex, but somehow he knew that she'd lure in boys no problem. Probably just wobble her tits at them and leave them spellbound. She could use charm spells, couldn't she?
He took a deep breath and tried for a moment not to think about Gale luring in convention attendees with her curves. Then he just said "Fuck it." He could just rearrange the schedule. Victor pulled down his pants and tugged out his cock. He could just use tomorrow's ration today, and it would be perfectly fine. He flinched when he heard the
ping!
of a new message, and Victor tabbed back quickly to respond.
G: vex, everything ok over there??
G: do you want me to delete the files, or
V: No, I'm fine. I'm just marking them up with my red pen.
V: this is going to be a bloodbath, honestly.
G: >:V
He tabbed back, grinding his cock up against his palm before beginning to pump his cock. This wasn't the first time he'd jerked off to one of Gale's cosplays. She actually encouraged it. She might not encourage it right now, but in the past she'd peppered him with photos, cleavage shots, swaying hips, her big, bouncy bust, the kind of provocative pictures that left him gasping and panting and
cumming
hard. In fact, she seemed to
delight
in coaxing him into cumming. Even if she was just showing off something she was excited about this time instead of teasing him, the end result wasn't going to be any different, because Victor was just about ready to pop off in seconds.
He drooled over her hips, her tits, her plush, perky ass, and even if there was a worried little voice in the back of his head telling him to stop, Victor didn't care at
all.
Hell, it made it feel even
better
as his balls plumped up with a hot, thick load of cum.
But there was still
one
little problem. Well, besides the idea that he was going to get a little stupider once he came. A prior arrangement between him and Gale, one that would probably tip her off that he was doing something he shouldn't.
See, Gale could be
persuasive
when she had Victor turned on, and in the past, they'd set up a little system. She'd send him over "sample" pictures from her site that often far surpassed what premium members got, and in exchange, he set up a little macro to send her five dollars at the touch of a button. To be used when he hand-milked a cumshot from his dick to one of her pictures. If he did it
this
time, she'd see the transaction and say something about it. Probably shut down entirely until he got over his case of cumbrains.
If he
didn't,
he wouldn't get that little tingle in his brain, that chemical pat on the head for being a
good
boy.
Right now, the latter
far
outweighed the former. It felt
good,
and he wanted to feel
good,
and staring at those tits on his screen dulled any and all sense of worry. She'd understand. He'd explain the schedule. He'd
lie
to her, and she'd believe him, because why wouldn't she? She wouldn't have any way of telling-
Victor gasped and panted as he jerked himself off, and with the click of a button, perfectly timed... He
splurted
a fat wad of cum into the air, painting his chest with streaks of hot, thick white as Gale got five dollars richer. And as Victor got one cumshot stupider.
Fuck, it felt
good,
though.
He got a ping-ping-ping, and Victor tabbed over to see what Gale had to say. Probably worried that he'd just jerked off, but he just had to tell her about the schedule-
