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"Thank you, Blathers, for that…informatory segment on your latest and greatest bug killer. Let's move on to…McGucket."

"Present, ma'am." Fiddleford cleared his throat, leaning forward towards the voice coming out of the phone. 

"How goes the current project?" 

"Should have it done by the end of the week, at most. I keep hittin' a few road blocks, but nothin' I can't handle." 

Something shuffled underneath his desk, quiet enough that the conference call couldn't pick it up. 

"I've also already sent out the rough drafts for the next couple o' projects, puttin' us just a tad ahead of schedule. I made some edits to the personal computer, so next production it can be a bit more compact an' sleek lookin', just like those ridiculous things Bill Gates is puttin' out." 

"But yours are better?" 

"Oh, naturally, ma'am. I can out program that thumb wad in my sleep. These new ones will run at least twice as fast as the last ones too, an' we can triple production." 

"Excellent. Well, seems like you've got everything taken care of, so we'll let you get back to work. I don't believe anything else in the call is relevant to your current project." 

"An' if it does, just send it ta me in the mail and I'll get caught up." 

"Perfect. Now, Pynes, about that anomaly detector-" 

Click. 

Almost immediately, a needy, whiny moan came from under the desk, and Fiddleford smirked as he rolled his chair back. 

"Well, I gotta say, you certainly tried ta distract me durin' that call." 

There was a wet spot on the front of Fiddleford's jeans where Stan had been mouthing at him, and had even managed to undo the button with just his teeth. 

"I- I follow through on my- on my promises, yo- nnh, y-you know that." 

"And you know that I always follow through on mine. An' unfortunately for you, you can still form coherent sentences, which means I still have work ta do." 

It was extremely satisfying to see his partner shiver at those words. 

"How's that new toy treatin' ya, darlin'?" 

"O-oh, y-y'know-" Stan rocked backwards slightly, and whimpered. " Fuck- "

"Only if ya ask nicely." 

Stan was quite a sight for Fiddleford to see. Crouched under his desk, hands bound behind him, careful knots and gentle red rope criss crossing his chest in the shape of diamonds, right down to his pelvis. His chest and stomach looked downright sinful, with how the fat was strained against the rope, making Stan look all the more appetizing. That said nothing of his face, which was a dark red and flushed, a small bit of drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth, the pink skin accentuated by the thick, black leather collar on his neck. His lips were pink and kiss-swollen, and another cute, delectable whimper came from his partner as Fiddleford looked him over. 

Another important detail was the bright purple mechanism that had been stuck to the floor, right underneath Stan, which he was currently rocking his hips on. A soft buzzing sound sound could be heard, if you listened carefully.

"Pleeeeease," Stan whined, rocking forward and then gasping. "Oh, god, f-fuck, wait, wait wait-" 

Stan's hips bucked, his words turning into incomprehensible moans before his body shuddering, and Fiddleford watched as a small pool of liquid gathered on the floor beneath his lover. 

Stan slumped forward, quivering, resting his cheek against the smooth wood of the desk as he whimpered softly. 

"Mm, how many times is that now? Three? Four?" 

It took a few moments for Stan to answer, still recovering from his orgasm and dealing with the sight over sensitivity. Fiddleford waited patiently, crossing his legs and folding his hands before resting them on his knee. He'd really outdone himself, this time. Stan looked a right mess. 

"Se…s-seven," he finally whimpered out, squirming his hips, only to moan softly. 

" Seven? Oh my, Stanley, that's almost a new record." 

"Shut up." 

Fiddleford tsked at Stan, standing up before moving towards him. With little to no effort, he shoved the desk backwards a few inches, leaving Stan exposed and still right where he was. 

"Is that anyway ta talk ta yer master, pet?"

Stan whined, now being forced to sit up straight with the desk no longer available to him. 

Fiddleford smirked, crossing his arms and leaning against the desk, making a show of leaning his head forwards and back, taking in every inch of his boyfriend. Stan was kneeling, as usual, with his hands bound to his ankles. The delicate knots on the rope even continued on Stan's back, until it circled around his thighs, keeping his legs apart. 

"How's the back end feelin'?" 

This toy Fiddleford had made was a bit unique. Sure, Stan was essentially riding it, but it wasn't just the one entrance it went into. 

"Not- not bad, a-actually." 

"Still green?" 

" Very green." 

"Excellent." 

Pushing himself off the desk, he strode to stand in front of his kneeling boyfriend, those lovely brown eyes staring back up at him. Sweat drenched curls framed Stan's face, eyes glazed over with lust as Fiddleford began to unzip and lower his pants. 

"Then I reckon finishin' what ya started won't be much of a problem, now will it?" 

Stan swallowed before licking his lips, watching eagerly. 

Now, Fiddleford wasn't the most impressive cowboy at the rodeo, but he had a decent sized dick. It certainly made Stan happy. 

"Work that magic with yer mouth, darlin'. Maybe iff'n you do a good enough job, I'll take ya off that toy and fuck ya my self." 

"Yes sir." 

All too eagerly, Stan leaned forward to lick at the head of Fiddleford's half erect cock, tongue flicking out expertly. Fiddleford took a step closer, letting one of his fingers trace along Stan's jawline. Testosterone had certainly helped his face fill out- he even had some stubble on his chin. 

"Yer gorgeous like this, sweetheart." Stan didn't respond, pressing the flat of his tongue against Fiddleford's head before curling his tongue in a way that made the taller man gasp. " God, that tongue o' yours is sinful." 

Stan grinned up at him. Fiddleford's finger traced down to his boyfriend's mouth, just barely touching his lips before Stan pounced on it. He took the digit in his mouth while smirking, swirling his tongue around it before sucking. 

The action was more than enough to send Fiddleford to full mast, making a quiet noise of approval in his throat. 

Slowly, he pulled his finger out of Stan's mouth, a string of saliva connecting them. The younger man made a show of licking his lips, leaning back- and gasping again. 

" Fuck," he whined, trying to kneel up all the way, but with the way his wrists were tied to his ankles, it wasn't happening any time soon. 

"All in good time, darlin'," Fiddleford all but purring, sliding a hand into Stan's hair and gripping it tightly. Without needing to be prompted, his boyfriend opened his mouth obediently. Using his free hand to guide it, the head of his cock pressed against Stan's tongue before the other man took initiative and wrapped his mouth around it. "Mmh, such a good boy , love. Been waitin' for this all day, haven't ya?" 

"Mmh," was the muffled reply, with Stan doing the familiar motion of swirling his tongue around Fiddleford's head, and if he were a weaker man, his knees would've buckled. 

Stanley Pines was good at many things. Sucking dick was in the top three. 

A low groan came from Fiddleford as the motion continued, Stan taking his sweet time before allowing more of the member into his mouth. Hypothetically, he could tease his partner like this all day. But he wasn't even sure if he had all day left in him. 

He'd already cum seven times , and Fiddleford was almost definitely going to make that eight, if not nine. Ten would be the new record, but his muscles were starting to cramp from being in the same position for so long. 

Not that he was complaining. 

The noises coming from the man above him were like music to Stan's ears. He took great pride in being able to pleasure his partner- Fiddleford did so much for him, the least Stan could do in return was make him happy.  

Stan hummed as he pressed the base of his tongue to the underside of Fiddleford's member, relaxing his throat as he began to bob his head forward. In doing so, he had to lean his torso forward, and that triggered a whole bunch of things at once. His hips jerked as the vibrator moved with him, sending shivers of pleasure up his body. 

A moan sounded from his throat as he bobbed his head, slowly finding a rhythm that worked for him and made Fiddleford moan. The hand tangled in his hair kept him steady as he moved, guiding him back and forth. At this point, deep throating Fiddleford came easy, but his boyfriend still acted like it was his first time whenever it happened. 

"J-jesus, Stanley, lookit you-" Fiddleford moaned, and Stan hummed in response, the dick in his mouth muffling the soft moan that he made when he rocked backwards. With each bob of his head and every movement of his body he made as he diligently sucked his boyfriends cock, he could feel the toy move inside him with his his body, effectively fucking himself.

He was loving every minute of it. 

“Oh, good boy, pet." Fiddleford practically purred, his free hand cupping Stan's cheek. " Such a good boy, you got no idea what ya do to me." 

Stan moaned in response, knowing full well that Fiddleford was getting off on Stan's pleasure as much as his own. 

"I can't wait to fuck ya later. I see that puddle on the floor- yer absolutely soaked, from fuckin' yourself on that toy. I reckon you'll be beggin' me to fuck ya, iff'n I wait much longer. Seven times isn't enough for ya, is it? You're such an eager li'l slut, you want more. " 

A soft whine left Stan, his response being to let his jaw fall slack, and stilling while keeping Fiddleford's dick halfway in his mouth. He raised his eyebrows up at Fiddleford, offering the slight challenge. 

"Oh, that's the game ya wanna play, huh?" Fiddleford smirked, twisting Stan's hair tighter to keep him in place. That was all the warning Stan got before Fiddleford's hips jerked, hitting the back of his throat in a way that made him wish he were untied, if only to grab at his boyfriend's hips. 

"Look at you , takin' it so easy. Lettin' me fuck yer face, as if ya were made for it." Stan moaned as his partner fucked his face, enjoying every second of it. Even though they'd started not too long ago, he could already feel the telltale sputtering of Fiddleford's hips. "An' there you are, ridin' that toy, fuckin' yerself raw. Well, sweetheart, maybe I should get that pleasure, hm? You've fucked yourself enough for one day- I think I should- get- the- pleasure-"

The last few moans were punctuated with a thrust of Fiddleford's hips, his voice strangling into a moan. His partner shuddered as he came down Stan's throat, who swallowed every drop effortlessly. 

" Good boy." The hand released his hair as Fiddleford pulled out, and Stan allowed himself to go slack. 

Possibly a mistake, on his end. Literally. 

"A-ah! Fuck, goddammit, fuck me-" Stan cried out, unable to help himself before he started bouncing on the toy, taking full advantage of finally being able to be loud and pleasure himself. Sucking off his partner had been magnificent, and now, finally being able to put on a full show? 

Stan was thriving. 

Whines punctuated each downward thrust, and it barely took a minute before Stan was gripped with pleasure, white hot shivers wracking his body. He rode himself through his orgasm, finally collapsing on his knees with the toy still deep inside of him, in both entrances. You'd think he'd be tired of the over sensitivity. 

He wasn't. 

"Fuuuuuuck." 

"Ya sure did, babe." 

Stan opened his eyes, and there was Fiddleford, sitting back down in the chair, previously spent dick already half hard again. The sight made Stan whimper. Or maybe it was the fake dick still vibrating happily away inside him. 

"En-enjoyin' the show?" 

"You know I am." His partner smirked, leisurely stroking himself. "Maybe I should just leave ya there. Ya do such a good job if takin' care o' yerself, maybe I could actually get some work done while ya do."

"C'mon, that- that wasn't the deal ." Stan squirmed, though all it did was make his situation worse. Or better, depending on how you look at it. "I-I behaved while you- nnh, w-while you were on you- your call!" 

"Mm, true. You were very good. Maybe if ya ask nicely, I'll take care o' you myself."

Stan whined loudly, still shaking slightly from his orgasm. And from spending who knows how long on a vibrator. And from cumming eight times, now. 

"Pleeease, please Fidds, I- I've been good, I need it." He punctuated the word 'need' with a slight bounce, moaning softly. "Let- let me pleasure you , please? Why- fuck, I'd- I'd much rather b-bounce on your cock. You- you fill me up so good, an' I- nnh, I want it, please ." 

"Ya drive a hard bargain, darlin'." Fiddleford walked back over to him, circling Stan before crouching down and undoing the ropes around Stan's ankles. Moments later, Stan felt a pair of strong but thin hands grab his hips, lifting him up off the floor and the vibrator. "I reckon a good pet deserves a good reward." 

Stan whined as he was carefully placed on his feet, hands still behind his back as he leaned heavily against his partner, shivering as he felt something wet and warm trickle down both legs. There was a decently sized wet spot surrounding the purple toy, and Stan could hear some more liquid dropping onto the floor behind him. 

"My, wouldja lookit that." Fiddleford chuckled above him, and Stan buried his face into his boyfriend's chest. He felt strangely empty now. Going from having both entrances filled to neither, it was weird. Plus, the lack of vibrations. It was a wonder he was on his feet at all. "Looks like that toy did quite the number on ya, huh love?" 

"Mmh." 

"Oh, none of that. Now it's my turn." In one quick, easy motion Stan was scooped up, being carried bridal style by the other man. "Wanna stay in here on the couch, or go to the bed?" 

"Bed, please." If they did it in the bed, he wouldn't have to be moved again. Once Fiddleford was done with him, he probably wouldn't move for an hour. At least. 

Moments later, Stan felt himself being deposited into their mattress, gently being rolled over onto a waiting pillow to prop himself up. He wiggled a bit, turning his face so that he could look up at his partner, who was smiling down at him. 

"You're gonna hafta do laundry tomorrow. I just got all over this pillowcase." 

"Oh, no worries. We'll most likely have to change the sheets by the time I'm done." 

A shiver ran through Stan at that. 

Going from kneeling to being on his stomach was a bit of an adjustment, and the cool air between his legs made him whine softly. He could feel his release still coating his thighs, and with his ass elevated and on display, he felt like a piece of meat. 

He watched as Fiddleford slowly unbuttoned his shirt, taking his sweet time in folding it before setting it aside. His partner took his sweet time, walking over to their dresser. Excitement raced through him when he realized what his partner was doing, hearing different things rummaging around in the drawer. 

"What d'ya think I should do to ya now, pet?" Fiddleford hummed, taking out a riding crop and looking at it thoughtfully, hand on his chin. "Such a good boy deserves to be rewarded, doesn't he?"

He whimpered in response, shivering in anticipation. The collar rested heavily on his neck, but not in an uncomfortable way. Just enough to remind him he was wearing it. 

"W-whatever you'd like ta to do me, master." 

"That much is obvious. But good answer." 

The riding crop got placed on the top of the dresser, followed by a few silk scarves, what looked suspiciously like nipple clamps, and a wand. It was the wand that made his eyes go wide, an excited whimper leaving him. 

"Excited, are we?" The drawer slid closed, Fiddleford making his way back over to the bed, most of the objects in one hand, the other twirling the riding crop easily between his long, lithe fingers. "I guess lettin' ya be on a vibrator for nearly an hour wasn't enough, was it?" 

"No, master." His eyes followed every movement, flexing his fingers and hands against the ropes that still bound him. The scarves and wand were laid on the bed, the nipple clamps placed right within his line of sight, but the riding crop remained in Fiddleford's hand. In one quick, sweeping motion, it flew through the air, pausing just before it made contact. The leather caressed his cheek, trailing down to his chin and tilting it upwards. 

"Good boy, pet. Wouldja like ta watch master reward you? Or wouldja prefer to be blindfolded?" 

"W-whatever you want." Stan swallowed thickly, unable to help but lick his lips. "I know- I-I know you'll take good care of me, sir." 

"That's right. Because I take care of what's mine, don't I?" The crop very lightly smacked his cheek, not near hard enough to cause any real pain, more a gesture than anything. 

"Yes sir." 

Fiddleford hummed his approval, before setting the riding crop down and grabbing the scarves. The weight shifted on the bed, and after a moment something soft covered his eyes, throwing his world into darkness. 

"Color?" 

"Green." 

"Good boy." 

The blindfold tightened around his head, and he felt his partner shift. A shiver ran through him as the soft leather of the riding crop ghosting down his shoulder and side, coming to rest on his raised ass. It tapped it once, twice, each time slightly harder than the last. It wasn't enough to make him gasp- not yet. 

"I can hardly tell you've been kneelin' for the past hour. Yer ass looks as plump as ever, pet." 

A light smack. He was quivering with anticipation. 

"Thank you, master." 

The riding crop slowly traced the curves, leaving his skin briefly only to lightly tap his entrance. Stan whimpered, feeling himself throb as the crop pressed against his clit, just barely rubbing it. 

"Is that good, pet?" 

"Y-yes, sir." 

A light tap before it disappeared. He could hear rustling, feel the bed moving as his partner shifted, but he couldn't see. His skin tingled with anticipation, unable to help another soft whimper. A chuckle, then hands brushed his chest. Something rubber gently closed around one of his nipples, followed by the other. A soft click- he moaned, feeling the vibrations to his core. A new vibration, one he hadn't felt yet today. 

"How's that, darlin'?" A finger circled one of them, and he whined his answer. 

"V-very good, sir." 

Another chuckle, and the hand withdrew. The vibrations didn't stop. They continued, low, always there, and Stan knew he was in for a real treat. 

The riding crop returned, lightly tapping his ass once, twice, three times. Not as hard as it could, just testing the waters, testing his resolve. A whine left him. 

He heard the crop whistle through the air moments before he felt it. 

Smack. 

"Oh, lookit that, pet." 

Smack. 

Stan moaned, flexing his hands, spreading his legs the best he could while remaining up right. 

Smack. 

He gasped, feeling the spot smart. The riding crop shifted each time- always alternating cheeks, always hitting him in a new spot. He loved it. 

"Such a good boy." 

Smack. 

"Drippin' wet, even after fuckin' yourself for an hour. How did I get so lucky, hm?" 

Smack. 

"Such an obedient thing. You'll do whatever I want, won'tcha baby?" 

Smack. 

"Mmhm." 

Smack. 

"Use yer words, love." 

Smack. 

The riding crop rested on his ass, brushing over the sore welts it has just caused. Stan whimpered. 

"I'll do anythin' y-you want me to, master." 

A shift of weight on the bed, a soft buzz. His ears pricked, desperately trying to guess when and where he would be touched. 

Smack. 

Briefly, the wand rubbed against his entrance, spreading him, before withdrawing. He couldn't help his whine, squirming in need. 

Smack. 

"Needy, ain't we?" 

"Ye-" 

Smack. 

"Yes, sir," he whimpered, pressing his face into the bedsheets. 

"You'll do anythin' I want?" 

Smack. 

"A-anything." 

Smack. 

"Beg for it, babe." 

Smack. 

"Please, p-please, I-" 

Smack. 

"I need it- I'm such a- such a needy w-whore, I need- I need it, I need y-you, please-" 

Smack. 

"Need me , hm?" 

A low moan left him as the wand returned, very slowly rubbing his center. That, paired with the vibrations are his nipples and his over sensitivity, he wouldn't last much longer. 

"Want-" he whined, arching as the vibrations got stronger. "N-need you, want- wanna get f-fucked, b-by you , sir." 

A hand grabbed his ass, giving it a firm squeeze, the wand moving up to his clit. His moans got higher pitched, coming quicker, hips bucking. 

"Pl-please, I'm about- I'm gonna-" 

"Go ahead an' cum, darlin'." 

The pressure built up in his abdomen, his body quivering as a full, proper orgasm took him over again. His breath hitched, his hands clenched, brain becoming white noise. He whined loudly as he felt his cum trickle down his legs, going slack on top of the pillow underneath him. The action caused the nipple clamps to press against the pillow, making the vibrations just that much more intense. 

"What a good boy, pet. Such a good boy." 

A moan left him as a hand rubbed his ass, giving it a light smack before disappearing. 

Shivers ran through through him as he heard his partner move around, hearing the telltale soft thud of fabric hitting the floor. A hand gripped his hip, a whine leaving him as something pressed against his entrance. He felt Fiddleford lean over him, bare chest pressing against his bound arms, breath ghosting on his neck. 

"Are ya ready, love?" 

"Mmhm. P-please." 

Slowly, his partner began to push in, the two of them groaning at the feeling. Lips began to press hot open-mouthed kisses against his neck, undoubtedly leaving bite marks and hickeys for him to look at in the morning. 

"Been wantin' to do this to ya all day," Fiddleford panted, squeezing his hip as he entered. Stan whined in response, unable to form words as he felt his partner push fully inside of him, filling him. "Ever since ya started ruttin' on me before my conference call." 

"Nn?" He was pathetic. But he wanted more, he wanted the other man to tell him that, he wanted Fiddleford to move. 

"But ya looked so cute down there, under my desk. Squirmin', whinin'. Not too different than ya are now. You're takin' it so well, darlin'." 

Both of them moaned as Fiddleford began to move, starting the pace slow and steady. The hand that wasn't on his hip found itself on his chest, rubbing the sensitive area around the nipple clamps. 

"Next time I oughta let ya suck me off while you're down there. You'd look so perfect, my cock in your mouth, fuckin' yourself on that toy. A good little cock slut. Fuck, sweetheart, you're so tight. I expected maybe that toy had loosened ya up for me." 

Stan whined, loudly. The combined sensations of the dirty talk, the vibrations on his nipples, and the steadily growing speed at which he was being fucked was too much. He could feel himself clench, earning a moan out of his lover, those white tingles beginning to climb up his body again. 

"Ya gonna cum again, hm?" The question was punctuated with a rough thrust, and it repeated, again, and again, and again. "Go on, baby. Ya earned it." 

He didn't need much more prompting. Within moments he was climaxing again, tensing around the dick sliding in and out of him, letting out soft cries as he came. 

But Fiddleford didn't stop. 

No, he kept going, and it felt amazing. 

" Shit, was that good, love? Ya felt fantastic, clenchin' around me like that. Such a good boy. What number was that, nine?" 

"Te- ten," Stan panted, moaning loudly as his partner kept going, pounding into him, hitting his core with each thrust. 

" Already? " Teeth scraped his neck, followed by a kiss. "Really- really outdid myself this time, didn't I? Jumpin' up ta eleven, an' I bet you could go for more, couldn't ya?" 

"Mmhm, yes, ye- ah, f-fuck, Fidds!" 

"K-Keep goin' darlin', I'm almost- fuck , almost there-" 

Stan had seen stars multiple times already, but this time really took the cake. Fidds hit him in just the right spot, the sweet moans coming from his partner making his climax all the sweeter. 

Fiddleford rested on top of him, the two of them panting together. He whimpered as a hand removed the nipple clamps, the items still lightly buzzing as they fell onto the bed. 

"You- you were fan tastic , Stanley," his partner murmured, placing a few kisses on the nape of his neck. "Y'okay? Not too rough?" 

"Mm-mm. N-never." He blindly lifted his face, and felt lips press against his in a gentle kiss. 

"Good boy. Sit tight, lemme clean ya up." 

A sigh left him as he let himself relax, the weight on the bed shifting again. Carefully, the knots around his arms loosened, until he was able to stretch them and rest them by his sides. The ropes around his chest followed suit, and soon after the collar around his neck was gently slipped off. He felt the scarf be untied, but he kept his eyes closed, slowly stretching his arms over his head. Footsteps left and came back, a warm, damp cloth carefully cleaning the insides of his thighs. He shivered as he felt lotion gently applied to the marks on his ass, before carefully rolling him over. 

"You're- you're the best, babe," he murmured, opening his eyes to smile dopily at his boyfriend.

The southerner smiled back at him, leaning down to give him a gentle peck on the lips before continuing his clean up. 

"Eleven times, huh? How ya feelin' love?" 

" Amazing," he whispered, grinning, earning a chuckle from Fiddleford. 

By the time his partner joined him on the slightly soiled bed, Stan could feel the exhaustion beginning to creep through his bones. The second Fiddleford laid down, he squirmed his way over and snakes his arms around Fiddleford's middle, pulling the taller man close to him. 

"Miss me? I was barely gone five minutes." 

"Too long." 

Fiddleford chuckled, letting his arms loop around Stan, resting his chin on the tousled brown curls. The younger man yawned, the action popping his jaw before he rested his face against Fiddleford's tanned chest. 

"Tired?" 

Stan snorted. "I just came eleven times. Course I'm tired. Now shut up, it's nap time." 

"I guess I'm not allowed ta go back to work?" 

The arms around Fiddleford's torso tightened. "Nope. Not til I wake up and you make me dinner." 

"Alright, alright." His partner chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "Get some rest, darlin'. Ya earned it."