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After years of push and pull, testing Spamton to his physical and emotional limits, Tenna knew how far he could shove before needing to pull back. How much pressure Spamton could handle when trapped in the CRT’s grip. Or how deep Tenna could sink his fangs into him.
Shirking down isn’t something he does often, he likes his tall figure. Being high above everyone else and having them know he’s in charge. But for occasions like this, he goes down a couple of feet. Only for the reason of not killing Spamton while he rode him.
The little puppet lies on his back and is trapped under the TV host. He gets smushed into the mattress below each time Tenna snaps his hips downwards. Each thrust almost feels like a crushing blow, Spamton could almost hear his HP going down.
But he doesn’t complain by any means, in fact he’s the one moaning and wiggling around excitedly. Every now and again he attempts to move his hips upwards to meet his partner. But his body is weak and it doesn’t make much of a difference anyways.
“[$#$#]!” Spamton curses as he tries to catch his breath, “[10/10] AH!~”
Tenna looms over him, he’s leaned forward slightly. His hands are placed by Spamton’s sides, gripping and tearing up the sheets. Another set he’ll have to just throw out and replace.
Tenna feels his fans whirling as steam rises out of his vents. He grimaces and groans. When Spamton closes his eyes and makes small whimpers of pleasure, Tenna grabs his face roughly and turns it to face him.
“Keep your eyes open!” He bares his fangs, it would’ve been a frightening sight if Spamton didn’t find it so sexy, “don’t look away from me!”
Spamton tries to nod his head but only ends up glitching and moaning. His whole body shakes violently as he feels another orgasm. At this point he’s cummed inside of Tenna twice. He’s tired and overstimulated but his partner shows no signs of stopping anytime soon.
Tenna slows down his pace slightly, just to glance down at where they are connected to see the mess. Spamton’s seed has been slowly oozing out of him and smeared all over the inside of his thighs. It’s sticky and disgusting.
Sex isn’t just for pleasure. It’s for control. Taking someone at their most vulnerable, physically and emotionally, is its own form of high for Tenna. His little salesman giving him all his attention and praise while Tenna gets to abuse and degrade him. It’s better than their usual game of cat and mouse.
Because the mouse satisfies the cat or else.
Technically, Tenna isn’t forcing Spamton into any of this. When Tenna wags his finger at Spamton and leads him into his bedroom, the puppet is all but sprinting as fast as he can to climb into the oversized bed and rip his clothes off.
Tenna is usually ready for him too, the idea of having complete and utter control over Spamton while he babbles and cries makes the CRT wet between the legs. He doesn’t usually bother with foreplay either. Kissing and gentle touches don’t have a place here. It’s not making love as much as it’s breeding intense obsession. Spamton gets Tenna. Tenna gets Spamton’s utter obedience. Using him any way he pleases. Like a doll being tossed around for enjoyment.
Tears gather at the corner of Spamton’s eyes, his body feels like it’s on fire and every nerve is screaming at him. He tries to grip onto Tenna’s thighs but his plastic hands end up slipping off his metal plates. Nothing about Tenna is organic, so there isn’t anything other than wires to grab hold of.
But his sensitive wires are way up in his chest and right now Spamton is at the mercy of the CRT.
“You are disgusting,” Tenna spats, he grits his teeth together to suppress a moan, “I could crush you right now and you’d still find a way to get off.”
A thought crosses through this mind. His tail slithers up the bed to Spamton and snakes its way around his neck. A dark grin spreads across Tenna’s face before he squeezes his neck, cutting off air.
Spamton feels the sharp pain and his hands immediately fly to his neck. He tries to tug and pull at the cables but it does nothing but bring Tenna more satisfaction. He squeezes harder before releasing just enough for the puppet to take in a breath. He coughs and fights for air before Tenna cuts him off again.
After a few minutes of on and off again choking, Tenna retracts his tail from Spamton’s throat. Spamton looks like he has hearts in his teary eyes as he takes a shaky gulp.
Tenna feels his orgasm building up. His tail whips around wildly behind him. The bed creaks and snaps underneath them. Sounding like it’s on the verge of breaking apart. The headboard is making an uneasy rhythm against the wall.
“Tell how much you need me,” Tenna squeezes his thighs hard around his partner, “tell me how much you want me!”
Spamton gasps and tries to blink hard to clear his vision. He loves this sight. Of Tenna’s naked body exposed and all his shiny plates glistening. His face is distorted with occasional flashes of static when he’s on the verge of extreme pleasure. It’s a sight so rare for anyone to see but himself. Even with the size difference Tenna is still tight and slick around him. Driving Spamton crazy.
“[CATHODE] you’re my [WHOLE WORLD AT MY FINGER TIPS]! You are [EVERYTHING AND MORE]! I [LOVE TV]!”
A broken moan cuts out of Tenna’s audio and his body shakes subtly, “Say that again.”
“I [LOVE TV]!” Spamton obeys even though his voice is hoarse. He gasps as he feels his partner speed up. It almost feels as if he’ll be smashed into pieces if Tenna rode him any harder.
“KEEP GOING!” Tenna demands. He’s so close. He just needs to hear those three little words again.
“I [LOVE TV]! I [LOVE TV]! I [LOVE] you [TEN] AH!” Spamton’s body somehow has enough strength to convulse one last orgasm. His moans are muffled by Tenna’s and he feels the TV host clamp tightly around his dick.
Tenna’s screen flashes white as an error message briefly shows up before disappearing. Tenna’s orgasm takes him a minute to come down. His body is overheated and he still feels a tingling sensation all over him. He still feels Spamton inside of him so he pushes himself off of him and sits on his knees. The sight in front of him is both repulsive and arousing.
Spamton is sprawled across the sheets with a goofy grin on his face and tongue hanging out of his mouth. His little chest is heaving for air as his entire lower half is damp. His hair sticks up in all directions, Tenna might’ve pulled it at some point but he can’t recall in the moment.
“[HEAVENS] above that was [AMAZING, EXCITING] and so [HOT HOT HOT]!”
Tenna looks down at himself and frowns, “Look at this fucking mess. You really don’t know how to control yourself.” He gets off the bed and goes into the bathroom. He cleans off all the cum and sweat, most of it being Spamton.
Tenna will have to do a deep clean of himself later. But right now he finds a strange comfort in the heat inside of him. It’s the closest he might ever feel to being organic.
It was perhaps the only thing he could envy about Spamton. Maybe that’s why he loved digging his nails into his body and seeing how much pain and pleasure he could pull from them. The puppet’s body was mostly soft with occasional parts made of plastic.
Tenna walks back to the bedroom where Spamton has his eyes closed and is already snoring soundly. Tenna would’ve rolled his eyes if he had any. He scoops up his limp body, “Wake up you little rat! You are cleaning this mess up.”
Spamton merely groans and doesn’t wake up.
Tenna huffs and places Spamton on a chair as he rips the destroyed sheets off the bed. He replaces them before tossing the puppet back on the mattress.
“You are useless, absolutely worthless.” Tenna gathers all his pillows back on the headboard and pulls the blanket over himself. He places Spamton on his chest. He feels the mailman shudder so he places a hand over him. Spamton nuzzles into him as he sleeps.
Tenna glares at him. How dare he be this way. Making Tenna do all the hard work and cleaning while he sleeps. The absolute audacity.
If Tenna didn’t- if Spamton didn’t need him so badly he’d throw him out onto the streets. Have him fight for meals and shelter in the garbage.
Tenna holds Spamton tighter as he turns off his screen and drifts into a dreamless sleep.
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Spamton woke up hours later. His body ached all over and he wondered for a dizzying moment if his hips were cracked. He felt his throat and already knew he was bruised. His joints were stiff when he tried to move. He crawls out from under the large hand covering him.
Tenna is dead asleep, his screen is pitch black and Spamton can hear the very faint buzz of electricity.
Spamton scoots closer to his face and stares at it. He can see his reflection in his partner's screen. He looks like a mess. All torn and used up.
Spamton frowns. What if Tenna woke up one day and realized he could do better? Spamton is no longer the bright and young salesman he was when he started working in TV world. And he hasn’t quite made up for running out on Tenna all those years ago.
The smaller darkner leans forward and kisses Tenna’s screen carefully. Just a small peck. It’s not much, just the click of plastic against glass.
No one could care about Tenna the way Spamton does. Not his audience or crew. If he has to break his bones to keep the CRT happy, then that’s what he’ll do.
Nothing stops Spamton G. Spamton from getting what he wants.