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“They better not start now,” Cortex grumbles to himself, transferring some mysterious liquid from a pipette into a petri dish. “I’ll kill them. Well, if this doesn’t kill me first.”
He was referring to the experiment, but he may as well be talking about…
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His mind wanders to the previous night. You had decided to experiment with a new toy on him, a remote control bullet vibrator. It was the already overwhelming sensation, combined with the unpredictability, that led him into a tier of pleasure he’d never quite experienced before. In the haze following that session, you made a sly mention that the pleasure didn’t necessarily have to end that night. He instantly agreed.
Big mistake.
The fact that you could bring him to his knees at any moment terrified him. But the anticipation was almost stronger. This morning, you had already given him a taste of what was to come. Attempting to make his morning tea, he was interrupted by a sudden, low buzz, leading him to nearly spill boiling water on himself. He eventually regained composure, smiling cockily to himself, feeling as if he’d bested your paltry attempt at a distraction.
Then he sat at the table.
There was a pulsating wave. Then another. It didn’t stop. He slammed his fist on the table, face bright red. Eventually he had given up on breakfast, his head face-down on what was once a plate of toast. Inevitably, minions passed by, raising confused eyebrows at the sight of their boss folding in on himself for no discernible reason. Maybe he lost a fight last night…?
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Cortex’s mind fades back into the present, realizing that he’s been standing over his experiment doing nothing for about five minutes. Realizing that you haven’t turned it on for several hours. Realizing that he wishes it would return. You know better than to mess with him while he’s playing with bioweapons — and you also know how to tease a desperate pervert. He finishes his task and, anxiously, attends to his computer for data entry. The seat is taken. N. Brio spins around to face him.
“Doctor Cortex,” he states, “There’s an anomaly in the system. I’m not quite sure what it is yet, but it won’t render the data properly.”
“Oh, of course it stops working at such a —”
A pulse.
Cortex coughs into his elbow to hide any immediate reaction he otherwise would’ve had. N. Brio, thankfully, doesn’t seem to notice.
“If you give me a few minutes it should be up-and-running again…”
“ACK.” The intensity goes up a notch.
“I know it’s not ideal, but you don’t need to go on moaning about it.”
“You don’t understand — augh!” Cortex’s complexion begins to abandon him.
N. Brio’s eyes widen with genuine concern. “...Do you… need a doctor?”
“No, no, I just — mmph — nevermind!”
Running as fast as his little legs can take him, Cortex books it to the nearest room, the lab next door. Slamming the door behind him, he can’t even get a few steps in before the feeling becomes too overwhelming to move. He pushes his back up against the door — not careful enough to avoid bashing his back into the doorknob — and slowly slides down onto the floor, gasping.
“Fuck…”
It’s only now he’s noticed how visibly aroused he’s become, his hardness pushing uncomfortably against his pants. Just as he’s felt he’s hit rock bottom, just as he’s ready to give in…
The vibration stops.
Neo snaps back to reality, realizing the frenetic state he’s in, the state you put him in.
A distant call echoes through the door. “Doctor Cortex?” It’s N. Brio. “The computer’s working now if, you, uh, wanted to finish your experiment.”
He really has to finish that experiment.
And you’re going to get it as soon as he’s done.