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Spamton squirmed uncomfortably in the passenger's seat of Tenna's car. He fiddled with the seam of his pants, sitting up and pulling it down, trying to sit comfortably. But, the chastity cage made it pretty difficult. He gritted his teeth as he sat back down, the cage digging into his skin, his cock straining against it. He sent a glance to Tenna, who hopped into the driver's seat with a grin. "Tenna, I want it off."
Tenna made a noise of faux-confusion, then started the car. He pulled out of the driveway.
"Tenna, I want it off," Spamton said again, his hand grasping onto Tenna's wrist.
"Nah," Tenna shook his head as he drove out of the neighborhood and onto the main road. He pulled a remote out of his pocket, then pressed a button and put it back.
Instantly, Spamton started to writhe as vibrations filled his ass, a quiet buzzing accompanying it, barely audible. Spamton moaned and pressed himself back into the seat, shifting and squirming. "Tenna," he mustered through small whimpers. "I want it off. I want it out."
"Safe word if you mean it, love," Tenna said simply as he continued to drive.
Spamton glared at him, then pouted and faced the front, his lips sealed. He crossed his arms, then squeaked as the vibrator moved, the tip of it teasing his prostate. His face flushed a bright red, and he surged forward, folding in half as he struggled to keep himself quiet. "Don't tell me this will be going all day?"
Tenna shrugged. "Depends on how I'm feeling. If you're naughty, and try to take them off yourself, I'm doing it on camera."
Spamton made a sudden, surprised noise, and it settled into a long, desperate whine. "You don't mean that. Do you? Please, say you don't mean that."
"I mean it," Tenna chuckled. "So, easy way to avoid it is don't take it out, don't take it off. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?"
Spamton huffed and tried to act suave, but Tenna pressed another button and the vibrations sped up. He let out a moan and clenched his eyes shut. "I-I'll listen, just please, make it stop for a little."
"We've barely started, Spams!" Tenna laughed. "I'll turn it off once we get to the studio."
Spamton grumbled. "Fine."
Tenna drove towards the highway. But, instead of taking it, he turned onto the back roads. Spamton sat upright and made a noise of protest, but Tenna's voice shut him up real fast. "Hush, Spammy. Or does he want it on for longer? Higher speed, maybe?"
Spamton huffed and turned his head, staring out the window. "No."
"Good boy." Tenna patted his thigh, then returned his hand to the steering wheel.
Taking the back roads added about ten minutes to their commute. All the while, Spamton squirmed in his seat, making small noises, moaning whenever the vibrator brushed against his prostate. His cock strained almost painfully against the cage, aching and desperate to rise, to find release. He tried to buck his hips, to gain some kind of friction, but Tenna clicked his tongue disapprovingly. So, Spamton reluctantly stilled himself.
They reached the studio after what felt like hours. Tenna parked in the way back. Spamton whipped around to face him. "Tenna," he whined. "Please."
Tenna grinned and got out of the car. He didn't stop the vibrator. Instead, he grabbed his briefcase and jacket from the backseat and beckoned for Spamton to follow. He unbuckled his seat belt, then shakily stepped out of the car. His legs already felt like jelly. He trembled as he grabbed his own jacket and such, then followed behind Tenna to the front of the studio. Tenna pressed a button, and the vibrator sped up again.
"Tenna!" Spamton snapped, shoving a hand over his mouth to stifle a moan. "Quit!"
He shook his head and continued walking. Spamton hurried after him, shuffling awkwardly and praying that nobody looked too closely at him. When they reached the doors, Tenna turned the vibrator off, and Spamton let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you," he mumbled.
Tenna leaned down to kiss his forehead, then opened the door for him. They stepped inside and headed towards his office. But, Tenna stopped by every single person and chatted for a few moments. He kept his hand intertwined with Spamton's, so he was stuck to him like glue. He tried to nonchalantly pull himself free, but Tenna only held tighter. So, he gave up with a sigh.
Once Tenna was finished chatting, he headed to his office. Then, he let go of Spamton's hand. Spamton gave him a kiss, then headed to go get them some coffee.
Just as he was pouring himself a cup, the vibrations started up again. It was just for a brief moment, but it made Spamton stifle a shriek of surprise. He clenched his hand around the mug, and was about to pour when it happened again. He slammed the mug down with a frustrated grunt, and he glared in the direction of Tenna's office.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, Tenna," he whispered harshly under his breath.
Thankfully, the vibrations didn't happen again. Spamton finished making their coffees and headed towards the office. He pushed the door open and all but tossed Tenna's mug onto the desk. It spilled a little on his paperwork. Tenna slowly looked up at him, and Spamton felt his face go pale.
"Fuck- sorry, Tenna. I didn't mean- I didn't mean to do that," he scrambled to say, rushing over to a table on the wall to grab napkins. "Let me clean it. I'm sorry, please don't-"
"Shut the door, love."
Spamton's heart dropped down to his feet. He slowly turned and walked towards the door, closing it and turning the lock.
"I said just shut the door, love."
Spamton's eyes went wide. "No, I'm locking it."
"Spammy," he said, his voice dripping with warning. "Unlock it."
"Tenna," he turned and stared at him, apprehension and shame in his gaze. "I'm locking it."
Tenna broke character for a second, giving him a nod. Spamton felt a little relieved, and he walked back to the desk. Tenna snapped back into character, and patted his thigh. "Here."
Spamton trembled as he sat on Tenna's knee. The pressure made the vibrator dig into him a little more, and he let out a low moan. Then, it turned on. He shoved his hand over his mouth, or he tried to. Tenna snatched it before he could muffle his moans, then brought it to his lips to kiss. "If you want to be quiet, make yourself be quiet. Don't muffle." He grinned. "More fun that way."
"Nothing about this is fun," Spamton mustered between huffs and small moans.
"It's so much fun! What do you mean?" Tenna nuzzled against his face, kissing his cheeks as his hands wrapped around his waist. He squeezed him, making Spamton inhale a sharp breath. Tenna pressed his lips to his neck, then started to kiss the sensitive skin. Spamton craned his neck, giving Tenna more access to the crook of it. He grinned and dove in, kissing, licking, sucking.
Spamton's hips bucked and he whined, his cock straining, aching, painful. Tenna pressed a button, and the vibrator buzzed to life, making Spamton clamp his mouth shut, forcing his moans back down. Tenna grinned as he bit down particularly hard, and Spamton jolted, a moan spilling from his lips.
"N-not fun," Spamton tried to argue, tried to be defiant. He gasped as Tenna pulled his shirt up by the neck, then licked a thick stripe from his shoulder to the back of his ear. He moaned into his skin, his own cock pressing up against Spamton's ass. He started to grind, and Spamton whined. "That's not fair."
Tenna shrugged as he continued to mouth at his neck, teeth grazing along his skin. Spamton shuddered as a shiver ran down his spine. The vibrator sped up. He instinctively raised a hand to cover his mouth, but Tenna clicked his tongue and bit down especially hard. Spamton moaned openly, unable to keep himself quiet. Tenna held his hips tighter, pulling him down harder into his lap. He started to rut into him, his cock straining against the seam of his pants.
Then, he got an idea.
"Spams," he whispered in his ear before biting the shell of it. "On your knees, if you please." It was more of a warning rather than a request, because Tenna's leg slid out from under him and Spamton collapsed to the floor.
He grunted as he was wedged underneath the desk, firmly pinned between the back of it and Tenna's legs. They spread wide, and Tenna's hand rested on his knee. Spamton grumbled something incoherent under his breath, and in response, the vibrator sped up. He bit back a moan, then he started to undo Tenna's pants.
"If you're cheeky," Tenna said. "You'll be choking on me until lunchtime."
Spamton shifted to glare at him. But, Tenna laid a hand on his head and shoved him back down. He let out a surprised noise, then got back to work undoing Tenna's belt. He shimmied his pants down a little, then moved his boxers out of the way. His aching cock lurched forward, and Spamton took the tip into his mouth. Tenna's hand stayed on his head, fingers carding through his hair, gentle in contrast to his current mood.
Spamton licked a stripe along the underside of his cock, and Tenna let out a pleased sound. He leaned forward, opening his mouth wide as he took the length of it between his lips. He bobbed his head, getting used to the feeling of his jaw stretching around him. The sheer size of him made Spamton tremble. The tip struck the back of his throat and he gagged a little, tears in his eyes. Tenna's hand tightened around his hair, just a little. Spamton clenched his eyes shut, then he started to suck properly.
He retracted fully, then slid forward, taking the whole length again. He continued that process, swallowing and moaning every time Tenna's cock hit the back of his throat. Tenna hummed in pleasure, his hand stroking his head gently. The vibrator sped up, and Spamton let out a low whine in protest. The hand in his hair tightened again, a warning. He needed to be compliant. Spamton huffed a breath out of his nose, then continued to bob his head, moaning around his cock.
Tenna's cock throbbed in his mouth, hot, wet, dripping pre-cum. Spamton swallowed it down, the taste salty on his tongue. He swirled his tongue around the tip, then ran it along the underside. His pace slowed, just a little, as he felt Tenna's hips start to buck forwards.
That was met with a firm tug to his hair. Spamton grinned, then retracted. He opened his mouth to say something when Tenna's hand lurched forward, snatching him by the bottom half of his face, squeezing his cheeks. "Don't speak," he snapped. "Do what you're good for. Nothing else."
He dropped his grip, and Spamton pouted, a sharp retort on his tongue. But, he sighed and stayed quiet. He started to suck him again, and Tenna gave a nod of approval. He quickened his pace, retracting halfway before taking it all back in. He bobbed more frantically, as he felt Tenna's cock twitch and tremble. Then, both of Tenna's hands latched onto either side of his head. Spamton let a strangled moan as Tenna held his head firmly in place, pulling it towards him.
He leaned forward, then he started to buck his hips at a desperate pace, thoroughly fucking Spamton's throat. He pulled and tugged at his hair, letting out little grunts as he took what he wanted. Spamton couldn't do anything but comply. He let his jaw fall wider, his throat squeezing tighter. Tenna gasped as he fucked his throat, heat pooling in his gut with every rough thrust. Tears spilled from Spamton's eyes as he continued to gag and choke. His hands flew up to grab Tenna's knees for support.
One hand left his head, then the vibrator sped up once again. Spamton moaned, low and strangled. His hips started to buck on their own, humping the air pathetically as he tried to chase his own release. Tenna caught wind of this and slapped his face. Spamton froze as more tears stained his cheeks. He tried to pull off so he could breathe, but Tenna held him tighter, fucked his throat harder, faster. The tip of his cock relentlessly abused the back of Spamton's throat, making him sob and choke around him.
Then, Tenna came. Spamton's eyes went wide as his cum spilled down his throat. He tried to swallow it down, but Tenna's cock refused to leave the confines of his mouth. His hands loosened, the thrusts eased to a stop, but he remained buried inside. Spamton tried to shift, but that was met with another slap, and the vibrator sped up again.
"You're staying," Tenna grinned down at him.
Spamton tried to say, "But you said if I was good-" But it came out as nothing but gibberish.
Tenna seemed to understand, and he gave a sympathetic coo as he stroked his tear-stained cheek. "I know. I lied."
"But Tenna!" he tried again.
"No complaining. Aren't you so happy to be serving me, Spams? You should be." Tenna patted the top of his head, then scooted a little forward and got comfortable. "Oh, hold on. You'll be there for a while." He stood, and Spamton inhaled a large gulp of air. He coughed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, covered with cum and saliva. Tenna returned not a moment later, and he situated a pillow by his feet. "Sit on that."
Spamton sat on his knees on the pillow, getting himself comfortable. He gave Tenna a nod, then he sat back down. Spamton opened his mouth, and Tenna's cock slid inside once again. Tenna sighed contentedly, relishing the warmth and constriction around his cock.
"Could stay this way forever, Spams," he praised. "You feel so good, so warm. Molded to me like putty. Can't take anything else but me."
Spamton moaned and nodded. He tried to bob his head, but Tenna patted his cheek.
"No, love. Stay still. I need to work." He grinned. "You're so eager to please. Would take me as many times as I wanted, and you wouldn't be able to say no. Isn't that right?"
Spamton responded with a moan. Tenna chuckled and stroked his hair.
"Let me know if you need a break or water. Okay? Two taps on my right knee."
Spamton nodded. Then, he got settled. His hands rested on the tops of Tenna's feet, helping to hold himself up. The vibrator continued to buzz, but Tenna had turned it down to a slower speed, just to tease. Spamton squirmed as the pleasure, his cock begging for release, but he knew that he wouldn't get any.
Tenna got to work. Spamton could hear the pen scratching along the paper. Tenna hummed, then made an 'oh' sound and stood up. Spamton whined a little at the loss, which made Tenna chuckle lightly. He walked over to the record player and started some smooth jazz, then sat back down. Spamton happily swallowed his cock again, his mind shifting from his bratty demeanor into easy compliance.
"Good boy, Spams," Tenna muttered, and Spamton melted.
They continued like that for a long while. Spamton was glad that nobody came to bother them. He didn't know what he would do if someone came through that door. He knew it was locked, but Tenna wasn't above being cheeky like that, even though it made Spamton a bit uncomfortable. It didn't make him feel bad, per se. Tenna was just, quite frankly, an absolute freak.
Spamton let his mind slip completely into submission, his thoughts becoming floaty, his brain turning fuzzy. His jaw started to ache, but it was dull and easily ignorable. Spamton sighed contentedly as he leaned a little bit forward, getting more comfortable. Tenna stroked his hair, then returned to working.
After a while, Spamton patted Tenna's knee twice. He retracted, and Spamton pointed to his mouth. "Water?" Tenna asked. Spamton nodded. Tenna grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Spamton, who unscrewed the cap and drank. Once he was done, he handed it back to Tenna. He patted his cheek, then Spamton dropped his jaw again. They returned to their original positions, and Tenna continued to work.
Spamton lost track of time, completely overtaken by comfortable fog. When Tenna pulled away again, he whined in protest. Tenna fixed his cock back into his pants, then knelt and helped Spamton stand. He kissed his lips. "I've never been so productive," he grinned. "We'll have to do that more often."
Spamton smiled weakly and leaned into his arms, relishing the warmth and comfort. Tenna sat back down, holding Spamton tight in his lap. He kissed him over and over, grinning as Spamton giggled and latched onto the front of his shirt. He curled up, his feet resting on Tenna's thighs, safely tucked between his arms. He closed his eyes.
"Sleepy," he mumbled.
"I'll set up a rerun," Tenna responded as he kissed his forehead. "Hungry?"
Spamton nodded.
Tenna grinned. "How's about Panera Bread for lunch?"
Spamton gave him a cheeky grin. "Blueberry lavender lemonade for me. And a turkey and cheddar sandwich."
Tenna snorted. "Whatever you want, love. We'll leave in a little bit."
Spamton gave a nod and another sigh. "I love you, Tenna."
Tenna kissed him. "I love you, Spams."