“I’ve got a surprise today, my little devils!” Oak, aka TwinkDemon to his online followers, smiled wickedly into the camera as his chat scrolled with viewers chiming in with guesses. “I know the steam info lists a prostate plug for today, and that might still come into play but…once you see my new toy I think you’ll all forgive the change of plans.” Oak giggled softly, hearing the sound of tip tokens being sent his way.

He leaned off screen to grab the box sitting on the side table. It had arrived just that morning. Oak had an online wish list page that his fans could purchase toys to send him either for live streams or a private video. Opening the package that morning, he had gasped in wonder at the toy nestled inside the velvet lined box.

A sounding rod. One of his absolute favorite toys. They drove him wild and because of that, he rarely treated himself to the experience. Especially on screen, and during a live? Even more rare. He needed to be tuned into his audience and make the experience fun for them so they would pay him well. When he was out of his mind the way he felt with a sounding rod, he couldn’t properly focus on his performance or his fans. Oak knew if he ever had a partner to try urethra play on him, it would send him straight into subspace.

So he didn’t use them often. Usually as a big reward when he hit a large follower goal.

But this package? This toy? It was too good not to use. He had almost been tempted to cancel the stream altogether and just fuck himself silly. But he had bills to pay and an unexpected cancellation tended to have a negative effect on the site algorithms and brought negativity from his fans.

So here he was. Surrounded by large lights, all dolled up in a minuscule leather black skirt, a lace bralette on top, rings and necklaces adorning his body. His eyes made up with red and black on his lips. All ready for a show.

“I don’t know which one of you bought this for me but I think it’s going to be my favorite toy ever.” Oak spoke to his fans as he waited for more viewers to log on before revealing the surprise toy. Sometimes when a fan sent a toy they would include their handle on the streaming site so he could shout them out but all that was included was a note that read,

“I think you’ll enjoy this. Use it on a live.”

Oak didn’t rightly care who or where it came from, as long as he could use it.

“Hi Alpha31. Hi there Cody’s Boy.” Oak greeted a few familiar fans as they tipped him and said hello in the chat. The number of viewers edged closer to 1000 and once it hit that number, he’d show off his toy and get the real show going.

“I think there’s enough of you here for me to show off this new beauty. What do you think?” He bit his lower lip, caressing the top of the velvet box in his grip as he waited for a handful of viewers to chime in.

Open it!

We wanna see.

Show me your cock, baby.

Any comments that might tip the line into extremely vulgar or personal harassment were dealt with swiftly, Oak had a part time assistant that monitored the chat and did some social media posting during his live streams to get more views. Being able to hand over that role the last 6 months had been so stress releasing for Oak. It was difficult to fuck yourself with an 11 inch dildo and monitor the chat for assholes at the same time.

Using his small remote, Oak switched the camera to a close up shot. The view was now zoomed in on the middle of his body. He lifted the box, showing off his painted nails and rings on top for a few more seconds before lifting the lid.

“Here she is!” Oak ran a loving finger down the length of the rod nestled in the red velvet inlay. He heard the chat moving fast with commentary but Oak couldn’t pull his eyes away from the sounding rod. He pried it from it’s case, setting the box on the floor off screen and held the metal rod in his hand. Keeping it in screen, Oak caressed it. His fingers moving over the bumps and ridges of the shaft. And then up, to the pièce de résistance. The reason he couldn’t take his eyes off the piece, and probably the reason the chat was going nuts.

Sat at the top, where usually you would find a large ball or maybe a ring…sometimes even a hole to lock into a cock ring, this sounding rod had something unique. Adorned on top, polished to perfection, was the head of a demon.

Skull like in form, with two large horns protruding from the top of head above the temples and curving around and then back again, ending in delicate points that aimed away from the face. While the eyes were hollow and there wasn’t even a lower jaw, Oak still felt like someone was watching him as he admired the metal. He could barely take his eyes off of it. But the fans were waiting.

“Can you believe this?” Oak asked, finally looking up at the active chat again. His cam name, TwinkDemon, was no coincidence. Oak always had a fascination with things that were dark and spooky. Blood and guts didn’t frighten him nor did the idea of fire and brimstone. He was well known among his fans and fellow cam stars as the boy who got off on weird shit.

That’s so cool!

Wow, I’ve never seen a sound like that before.

Fuck yourself with that demon, boy.

You’re sounding today?! What a fucking treat.

The chat seemed to be just as enthusiastic about it as he was and that thrilled him. He had been nervous about switching plans for the evening last minute but not a single viewer seemed to mind. In fact, a whole new flood of viewers were joining the stream. His assistant must have sent out some social media with pictures of the sounding rod to drum up more views.

“I’ve already got her all cleaned and ready.” Oak told his fans as he shifted back on the bed to get the close up camera a view of his skirt instead of his chest. “Should I add the prostate plug in as well?” He asked, spreading his legs so the camera could pick up the tent in his mini skirt.

Oak made sure his pillows gave adequate support, double checked his side table with lube, sterile wipes, regular wipes, water, and a prostate toy. He set his camera remote on the same table, lifting his legs and bending at both knees to rest his feet on the edge of the bed.

Yes!

Open that slutty hole.

Go big or go home, TD!

Prostate play from both sides is the best.

His chat and tips gave a resounding yes to his question and who was he to deny his fans. Gently setting the sounding rod on the sterile towel on his side table, Oak grabbed the plug and lube.

“Anything for you.” He made his voice breathy, slightly deeper. The screen showed him lubing up the toy, moving the micro skirt up to reveal every shaved bit of himself to the viewers. His dick bobbed, precum already collecting on the tip. He didn’t usually start live streams so hard, often having to work himself up a bit. But the prospect of the rod waiting for him, made him frantic with need in a way he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Oak had already prepped his hole earlier in the day so he didn’t spend long adding extra lube and stretching himself out with a few fingers. Moaning for the camera, the tips and comments went by. He didn’t linger on the pleasure or the insertion of the plug like he normally might. The plug was an accessory, not the main event, and Oak was fucking ready for the main event.

He popped the black plug inside, fucking himself with it in and out a few times to tease the viewers. “Oh this was such a great idea.” Oak whimpered, playing up his pleasure just a bit. “Fuck that feels so nice inside of me.” The tips rained in, his viewers always loved his commentary. And glancing at the screen, Oak could see how much the camera loved his wet and pinked up hole as it swallowed the plug. He really did look good up there.

More.

Fuck yourself harder, baby.

I can fuck you better than that.

Demon, demon, demon.

The chat ranged from those who wanted to tell him what to do and say to those who were just there for the ride. One viewer started up the chant of “demon” and several others took to it, egging him on, begging for the sounding rod to come back out.

“Show me how much you want to see me stick that demon in my dick.” Oak egged the viewers on in return. The first few times he had done a live stream it had felt weird to basically beg for money and tips on camera. But that’s what everyone was there for, it wasn’t a secret and he quickly got over any shame about it. If his viewers wanted the good stuff, they had to pay for it. His time and his body was worth it and Oak wasn’t ashamed of that.

10 tokens, 20 tokens, 100 tokens. Amounts rolled in as Oak tuned out for a moment, fucking himself faster with the plug, letting it rub against his swollen prostate. With his other hand, Oak held up one of his legs from the back of the thigh, exposing himself further to the camera. His moans and whimpers egged the viewers on but he didn’t want to give in just yet. They could give him more, he knew they could.

“Oh my little devils, that just won’t do.” Oak shoved the plug deeply inside his hole, nestled right against his prostate and let it stay there this time. Keeping his knees bent and legs spread, Oak left the plug in place and used the extra lube on his hand to lazily stroke his cock as he watched the comments and tokens go up. “I think me and my demon deserve more than that. I know you all can give me more, can’t you?”

His throaty taunting worked and within a few minutes the tokens racked up. Suddenly, he saw the two amounts he had really been waiting for. 1000 tokens and 3000 tokens. From his two most loyal and highest paying viewers.

“Thank you, HotAlphaLad and BigZee89. You two always know how to push things over the edge.” Oak teased, giggling slightly. With one last check that the camera and his own body angle were good for the rest of the show, Oak used the sterile wipes to wash the lube off his hand and then cleaned off the head of his dick as well.

He had already cleaned the demon sound before the starting the show but ran a wipe over it again, you could never be too careful when putting things inside your dick. “Now don’t rush me, little devils. It’s been a while since I’ve treated myself to plugging up my dick. I’ll need to go nice and slow.” Oak grabbed the lube he used specifically for sounding.

Fuck that dick, boy.

Closer camera, please TD!

BigZee and I have always got you, baby.

With requests for a closer view coming in, Oak clicked a button on the remote and waited for his camera to focus. His computer screen showed the camera zoomed in so that most of the shot was the top of his dick, and just a bit of his stomach. It gave his viewers a perfect view for the insertion of the rod.

Using his pinky finger, Oak swirled lube around his piss hole, pressing gently to widen the opening. Oak could feel goosebumps pop up along his arms and legs as he moaned at the sensation. His urethra was so fucking sensitive, it was almost too much already. He had to remind himself to breath and take his time. He wasn’t just telling a line to his audience, it really had been a while and he needed to pace himself. Going too fast with sounding could cause tearing and damage.

Wiggling his pinky finger into his hole, Oak felt his ass twitch around the plug pushing it into his prostate to increase his pleasure.

“Fuck that’s so good.” Oak sighed out. His eyelids drooping, he took old of the rod and lubed it up. “Do you think my hole is ready for it?” He asked the viewers. Swirling the bulb at the end of the rod around his glans, he teased himself. The head of his dick was red and pulsing, so ready for action.

A loud grunt exploded from Oak as he applied the slightest bit of pressure to the rod and allowed the first bulb to pup into his urethra. The tip counter went crazy as he moaned and shivered, keeping the rod held in place so it wouldn’t go deeper yet.

Oak really wanted to fucking come already.

Wrapping his free hand tight around the base of his dick to keep from blasting off too soon, Oak slowly thrust the rod up and down, adding centimeters at a time. As every new bump and bulb on the metal was pushed in, his asshole twitched, pressing the plug harder against his prostate and adding fuel to the fire that was his libido. Completely forgetting to watch the chat, too caught up in the way it felt as the rod entered him. Instead his gaze focused on his dick and the rod sticking out of it. With rapt attention, he grunted, groaned, panted, and moaned. He didn’t think the viewers minded his lack of commentary given the sound of the tips rolling in at a rapid pace.

After what felt like hours, Oak was past the last bulb on the rod. All that was left was about half an inch of solid, smooth metal and then the demon head would be resting against the tip of his cock. Holding his shaft completely upright, he let go of the rod and allowed it to sink the rest of the way inside due to gravity.

“Oh my fucking fuck.” Oak felt like he had just run a fucking marathon. Sweat beaded on his chest, his lungs heaved trying to get air. The room felt heavy with a presence he couldn’t name and all the while, he couldn’t take his eyes off the demon’s head resting against the slit of his dick. He gave himself a stroke from root to tip and bit on his lip in an attempt to not fall apart at the seams.

He took a moment to take a few deep breaths, his heart beating in his dick, before he moved his gaze up to the chat window for the first time in a while.

You look wrecked, baby.

Holy shit, TD!

I can fuck you up better than that.

That’s the best present you’ve ever gotten.

I couldn’t hold my nut.

Don’t stop now.

They all seemed to be having a good time watching and approved of his performance. “Glad you are enjoying it. You’re right, this is the best fucking present. Thank you anonymous viewer.” Oak said aloud, feeling slightly more clear headed now that his gaze was off the rod sticking out of him.

“Should I fuck myself with the sound now that it’s all the way in?” Oak asked his viewers, using his index finger to push on the head of the demon, letting the rod brush against his prostate. After a handful of hefty tips rolled in, Oak started stroking himself. Keeping the pressure light, his hand loose around his hard shaft.

He groaned, feeling the bumps and bulbs inside shifting with the pumping of his hand. It felt good but wasn’t enough. The chat continued to encourage him with dirty words and over the top endearments they had no right to use on a stranger. But Oak ate it, and their money, up and smirked at the top of the screen.

Stilling his hand at the base, his free hand came back into play. Holding the demon rod around the skull, he pulled it out slowly, testing the amount of lubricant and the friction of the bumps inside. Perfection. It scrapped along inside his urethrea in an intoxicating pull, hitting points he didn’t know could give him pleasure this way.

“It feels so good.” He moaned, reminding himself to add commentary now while he could still talk. He didn’t think it would be long before he went non-verbal. This demon had him hooked and he was in free fall to subspace all on his own.

Blinking sweat from his eyes, Oak sped up the pace of his thrusting. Pulling the sound out over a few of the bulbs and bumps before pushing it back in. Not all the way out and not all the way in, not yet. He wasn’t ready. It was the perfect length to reach his prostate and given that thing was swollen with arousal and already stimulated from the other side, he knew he’d shoot off within minutes of touching it with the rod.

“Do you see how red my cock is? I’m so fucking hard.” Oak grunted, twirling the rod to the left and right a bit before continuing to thrust. “I need more. I…I..fucking hell.” He whimpered. “I want to fuck my prostate with it. Please, can I?” Panting, Oak darted his eyes up to the chat.

Encouragement all around.

Fuck yes.

Do it, boy.

Let me come ruin you.

But it wasn’t words he was waiting for. Oak knew how to play his audience, he just had to wait until they caved. He pulled the rod almost all the way out and then let go, allowing gravity to pull it back in. At the last second, he grabbed the last few inches of rod as it stuck out of his tip, not allowing it to hit the promised land just yet. “Please. I need it.” He begged again, looking up in time to spot the high spenders sending in the tokens he needed to keep going.

“Fuck yes.” He grunted, pulling the rod out until all that was left was that first bulb. He tugged gently, his slit widening to try to let it out. Before it slipped free, he let go and this time he didn’t catch the rod, let it sink in fast as gravity took over. “Fucking fuck yes. Thank you, thank you.” Oak’s whole body shuddered as the first bulb sank in and thudded against his prostate.

He turned into a mess of moans and whimpers from there. Sometimes pulling the rod out to the last bulb and letting it drop on it’s own weight, other times thrusting it and pressing it down into his prostate himself until the lights flashed before his eyes and the pleasure flowing through his body became too much.

Oak shifted his hips, allowing the plug in his ass to press harder from the inside, one of his hand squeezing the base of his shaft, teasing his tight balls with his fingers. The air around him felt heavy, anticipation and…something else whetting his tongue as he panted.

“I need to come. I need to come. Please.” He barely had the presence of mind to beg his audience for the money. It was part of the routine, they didn’t get to see him come unless they paid for him for it. In that moment though, little else mattered but the hollow eyes of the demon peering back at him, the metal and silicone pressing on his most sensitive body part. After a few minutes of hearing tokens chime, not even caring if he allowed time for the high amounts to flow in, Oak couldn’t take it anymore.

He had to come or he was going to fucking die.

His hips thrust up as his thumb sat on top of the demons head, grinding the bulb against his prostate. One moment he was teetering so close to the edge he could taste it and then as if the heaviness in the room snapped, he was coming. Shouting his pleasure, Oak jacked his shaft. Watching in awe as his come shot out the eyes of the demon, flowing up through the hollow metal tube and running in rivulets down his cock.

“Oh god, oh fuck. I didn’t know it did that,” Oak gasped, pumping his hips up, clenching against the plug in his ass to prolong the orgasm as long as possible. With one last slow slide of come from the demon, Oak felt his body shiver and then relax. His muscles went lax, as the world still spun around him. Had he ever come that hard in his life?

“Well that was interesting.” He commented aloud. He peered up at the chat, which was unpredictability going wild at the surprise oozing come. He waited for those in the chat to exclaim their own finishes and then he slowly pulled the rod out of his slowly softening dick. He was oversensitive and overstimulated. But as the bumps and bulbs pulled slowly along his inside walls, he knew if there was a partner there, he could 100% rally again.

But he was alone. As always. And it was time to wrap up the stream and clean himself up. He was a mess of sweat, lube, and come.

“Thanks for hanging out, little demons. For those interested, this show will be edited and put up for sale for premium members only within the next week. I’ll see you on the next live.” With the hand not still clutching the demon sound, he held up the sign for devil horns and then clicked the off air button. Making sure all his cameras were off and knowing his assistant would handle retrieving and editing the file, Oak shut down his computer.

He gave himself a few minutes to stretch out his legs and regain his strength before he pulled the plug from his ass with a grunt and pulled the miniscule clothing from his body. Gathering both used toys, Oak stumbled his way into the bathroom attached to his recording room. It wasn’t the main bedroom and bath of the house so the bathroom only had one sink, and a standing shower but it was adequate for his needs.

Leaving the used toys on the sink counter, Oak hopped in a cold shower to wash off the sweat, lube, and come that covered his body. Wanting to get himself a snack and a nap, he didn’t linger in the shower longer than it took to soap up his body and use make up cleanser on his face. Running his towel over his body in a perfunctory manner, Oak dropped it in the hamper, then grabbed his special toy cleaner and set about washing first the butt plug, which he left to dry in the drying rack he kept just for his toys.

Picking up the demon sounding rod, he treated it almost reverently, allowing the warm water and cleanser to run through the hollow spout. The world around him closed in, his focus dedicated to the metal warm in his hands as he soaped them up and caressed the shaft, cleaning each ridge and bulb to perfection. Oak left the demon head for last, wanting to give it the attention it deserved. Adding a touch more cleanser to his fingers, he rubbed his thumb gently along the skull of the demon, pressing against the hollow eyes were his come had spurted out just minutes before.

The air around him shifted and Oak felt a shiver run down his spine but he couldn’t’ seem to turn his gaze away from the demon he held. He ran his thumbs along each horn, twisting and turning, he lovingly cleansed any lube, come, or germs away from them. He was so focused on his task that at first he didn’t even notice the red tinted water that pooled beneath the toy. With a soft gasp, he spied the pinprick sized wounds on each thumb, the tips of the horns apparently much sharper than he remembered from their first cleaning.

With a fascination he couldn’t name, Oak watched as his blood drip drip dripped from each wound, hitting the head of the demon, splashing against the horns and the hollow eyes before running off to join the water in the sink. Heart rate jumping, Oak felt his well used dick straining with need against the cold sink.

“Fuck.” Oak groaned, shaking his head to dispel whatever horny trance he had fallen into. Keeping well away from the horns, he rinsed the toy once more and then wrapped it in a clean towel to dry it off. Ignoring the throbbing below his waist, Oak peered at his thumbs but they seemed to have stopped dripping blood and the wounds were so tiny they didn’t really require any attention that he could tell.

Not wanting to leave the favored metal rod to dry off in the bathroom, he took it from it’s towel, flicked off the bathroom light, and walked back into his recording room. Two steps into the room and a high pitch scream left Oak without his consent.

On the other side of his bed, near the side table that held his sex toy accessories, stood…someone. Not a man. At least not a human man as far as he could tell.

“What the fuck? Who the fuck are you? Why the fuck are you in my house?” Oak shouted, gesturing angrily toward the…creature.

The creature turned toward him now, his eyes glowing gold with fire and his lips curling up in a snarl to show off sharp pointed teeth.

Oh what the fuck. Oak thought as he tightened his hand around the sound rod, His dick tightened, hard and at attention in front of him as his mind bouncing between fear, anger, and arousal in equal measure.

Blog About Ch1: Sex Shops and Inspiration

I wanted to offer a story for free followers, so you all get a taste of my work. I plan to post 2 chapters a month. I have a vague idea of where the story is going but I will be using polls and posts to ask for some input from readers!

Where did TwinkDemon come from?

I follow this independent sex toy shop on instagram (website, instagram) and a few months ago they shared about a certain sounding rod that I thought was super different and hot.

When I saw recently that it was back in stock, I screenshotted it on my phone so I could come up with a character who would want to use a toy like that.

And the perfect reason to have a demon headed sounding rod in a story? An accidental demon summoning of course!

Chapter 1 is pretty much 4,400 words of pure smut. The main character is a twinky, femboy, gothic, camboy named Oak. The whole first chapter is a live stream where he uses the demon headed sounding rod.