A Fuckton of Polygrumps

Egobang: Accept My Shaft

Warning: This chapter contains explicit concepts, language, and actions

Synopsis: Dan is recording a sensual revamping of a single called Accept My Shaft from NSFW, Ninja Sex Party's first official album. The song is being re-recorded to be in an album of Ninja Sex Party's greatest hits. Arin is meant to join the two later for Starbomb recordings. Arin finds himself eaves dropping and eventually sitting in on his co-host's singing session. In the heat of the moment, he realizes something very important: he's extremely aroused by Dan's voice.

The sun was high in the sky and the time was somewhere around midday. Danny took a sip of water from his generic bottle and waved to Brian, who was silently tinkering with the switchboards outside the recording booth. He pulled his messy jewfro back into a ponytail and cleared his throat, placing headphones on and taking a deep breath. He had been a musician forever, it seemed. Even so, being in the booth and having a spotlight on him was still a bit nerve racking. He shook off the nerves and ran his fingers through his tangle hair once more before finally perfecting the ponytail.

"Brian," Dan murmured, fixing his bright blue kimono. "I'm ready. Arin will get here soon and I wanna get some NSP recording done before then, okay? Sound good?"

Brian nodded silently and gave a thumb's up before placing his fingers on the trusty switchboard knobs.

"I redid the backup vocals for Accept My Shaft and I want to know what you think," Dan explained, taking another gulp of water.

The slow beat kicked in and Dan's bony shoulders relaxed immediately. He was now his seductive persona, Danny Y. Sexbang. His shyness melted away and gave way to the sex-crazed, charismatic lead singer of Ninja Sex Party. He lowered his voice to a sensual whisper and drew his lips nearer to the mic. This microphone was the ear of every orgasming fan, ready for his velvety voice to fuel their fantasies. Despite being the nurturing kind of guy, teasing was something Dan took great pleasure in.

"The times we've had

The times we've missed
The times we've embraced
And the times we've kissed
The times we've loved
And the times we've laughed
Now it's time...
To accept my shaft," Dan murmured into the mic, eyes closed and mouth drenching the microphone in sensual vocals that could weaken anyone's knees.

Dan couldn't deny how good it felt to be in character. Mild and dorky Leigh Daniel Avidan was no match for his alter ego in the recording booth. His sexual lyrics and gorgeous harmonies had placed him in a state of almost blissful ecstasy. He sang, his lips grazing the mic ever so gently as if he were teasing whoever was listening.

Arin opened the door of the studio quietly, sitting down next to Ninja Brian as he fixed his pink kimono.

Fuck yeah, Arin thought to himself as he watched Dan belt into the microphone almost flawlessly. I could listen to you sing all day. Another hot verse was almost erotically spoken and Arin felt his heart thump a bit harder in his chest than usual. As Dan stood in the booth, skin dripping with delicate little sweat droplets, Arin bit his lip.

"-And now you must survive my thunderous erection-" Dan sang on, eyes still closed as if shutting out the distractions of the world.

Arin stroked his scruffy beard, trying to restrain himself from rubbing a palm against his pulsing crotch as he attentively watched his best friend bust lyrical nuts all over the recording booth. There was something absolutely mind numbingly delicious about watching Dan sing. He looked as if he were always on the verge of climax with each high note jacking him off with tender, attentive hands. Arin always noticed how disheveled and tiredly content his friend looked after recording sessions. Dan came out looking as if his mistress, his beloved music, had given him unbelievable pleasure beyond the comprehension of mere mortals. Almost instinctively, Arin began palming himself through his kimono, and let Dan's voice provide the rest of the lubrication needed for him to get off. In a feverish, horny haze, Arin opened the recording booth door and stood across from his best friend. Dan continued singing, though his gaze shifted to the man in the corner standing speechless and listening. His voice was hypnotic and Arin was entranced almost instantly.