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You leaned against a stack of unused island-themed props, an expensive headset still resting on your ear. It had been a busy day, full of frantic last-minute adjustments and the usual controlled chaos of live television. Thankfully, watching Tenna charm the pants off of the audience always made it worthwhile. Your boss, and childhood friend, Mr. (Ant) Tenna, truly was good at his job.

The connection you shared with Tenna went way back. Further back than either of you cared to admit. Though he was a bit older than yourself, the two of you survived awkward teenage years. Even after his rise to fame, he'd kept you by his side, making you his trusted backstage manager along with a man named Mike. Your bond with Tenna was a strange mix of care, playful rivalry, and (on your part at least) an undeniable crush that had blossomed somewhere in your early twenties. 

You watched him now, taking in the last rounds of applause, waving happily to the lingering members of his studio audience. He really was good. Almost too good.

As the curtains closed, you finally greeted your boss after your long day. “Tenna!” you yelled, pushing yourself off of the props and rushing towards the stage. “Your show was great today! No issues backstage!” You beamed up at the much taller man. 

He turned, his screen tilting towards you, as a perfect, charming smile spread across it. "My star, I wouldn't expect anything less when you're in charge!” He smirked and moved his hand to the side of his mouth, as if hiding a secret from a potential audience. “You’re the only one I trust not to accidentally broadcast my most embarrassing moments. I can always count on you." 

You chuckled as his praise reached your cheeks. Tenna’s iconic red suit shimmered under the remaining lights. “You know I would, so don’t test me.” You teased, despite knowing you would never be able to bring yourself to sabotage your boss.

The TV adjusted his yellow tie “Well, then it’s a good thing I try my best to keep you happy. Speaking of which, you’re not rushing off, are you?”

Your heart did a familiar flutter. This was your ritual. After every show, while the crew packed up and the studio emptied, You and Tenna would linger, chatting for hours. Sometimes it was about work, sometimes about the absurdity of fame. These were the moments you secretly cherished, the ones where the line between boss and friend blurred just enough to remind you of the old days. You wished you could stay and talk to him forever, just listening to his many jokes and stories.

“You know I never rush off, Tenna,” you replied, a sarcastic smile on your lips. “Besides, who wouldn’t jump at the chance to listen to a celebrity complain for over an hour.” He sighed as  you playfully hit him. “Come on Tenna, I’m actually doing my job. Just let me finish back here. It’ll only be about twenty minutes.”

“Fine.” The TV-headed man pretended to look offended as he started walking in the direction of his dressing room. “Don’t keep me waiting!” He yelled.

Your usual end-of-day activities didn’t take as long as you thought they would. Mike had taken care of most of your shared chores, leaving a few simple tasks for you. So, only ten minutes after Tenna left, you started walking towards his private dressing room, your usual gossip spot. The studio was quieter now, the distant clatter of equipment being packed away provided a muffled rhythm to your footsteps. It was strangely comforting to roam the empty halls, which were usually so full of activity.

Once you reached his door, you quickly pushed it open, not even thinking of knocking first. Though, you probably should have. Before you could say anything, your eyes landed on Tenna’s couch. Specifically, what was on it.

Tenna… Your friend… Your boss… was touching himself through his pants. His hand was frozen, wires exposed, and screen locked on a bright, flushed pink. His body was tense, rigid, caught in the most intimate, vulnerable position. The air in the room suddenly felt electrified. Unable to speak, your eyes shifted to the coffee table in front of him. Your shock only intensified. On the table was a picture of you.

You wouldn’t have called it the most flattering picture. Your hair was slightly disheveled, and you were wearing a casual outfit. It was enlarged, framed, and propped up perfectly for your best friend’s viewing pleasure.

Your mind raced, thoughts colliding at once. Embarrassment, shock, attraction. He was doing that to a photo of you ? Your face flushed, a warm blush spreading quickly across your cheeks. A strange warmth began to spread through your chest. For some reason, you didn’t find this gross or strange. It was… undeniably flattering.

Tenna’s screen, still pink, finally flickered with a mixture of embarrassment and something else. He snatched his hand away from himself as if it hurt, attempting to cover himself, though the stray wires and bulge in his pants was unmistakable. 

“Ah! Oh my! I wasn’t expecting you to be- um- done this soon!” He awkwardly rambled, I was just… adjusting my internal wiring! Very- uh- delicate work, you know!” As hard as he tried, there was no chance of him denying what you just witnessed. It wasn’t like you were upset. You had to admit, you had considered getting off to an image of your friend multiple times before, though, you had never actually gone through with it.

You couldn’t help but smile, slightly amused by his scrambling. Still, you felt bad for barging in. "Tenna," you said softly, your voice attempting to calm the TV, "it's okay."

His screen flickered again, the panic slowly fading, replaced by a cautious hope. “It’s… okay?” He repeated, as if he was still processing your words. You walked over to his couch, your eyes still on his screen. You picked up the framed photo of yourself. It felt warm in your hands. 

"I… I don't mind," you continued, your gaze unwavering. "Honestly." You couldn’t tell him the truth. The truth that seeing him like this was everything you had ever wanted.

 You couldn’t help yourself as you slowly lowered yourself onto the lap of your boss. You settled against him, feeling the familiar comfort of his metallic frame. Your hands rested on his chest, feeling the soft vibration of his internal workings. His hard bulge dug into your thigh.

Tenna reached up to grab the collar of his shirt, waving his other hand as if he was sweating. “Boy- is it getting hot in here!” He was adorable.

As the two of you sat there for a moment, your mind drifted back, replaying years of shared history. All the late nights spent side-by-side, working, laughing. The lingering touches that lasted a second too long, the questions you were both too afraid to ask. The times you’d almost blurted out your feelings, the times you imagined this very scenario, every single night, lying in bed, a secret fantasy. And now, you were actually living it. The reality was even better than the dream.

Tenna nervously tilted his screen to the side. You lifted your hand, caressing the side of it. He felt so warm, as if his systems were overloaded. The tension in the air was overwhelming. Without a second thought, you leaned in and placed your lips to his screen.

Immediately, the TV kissed you back, gripping at the back of your head. It was messy, powered by years of pent up feelings. His fangs, which he usually kept hidden, grazed your tongue as your mouths clashed together. It was electrifying, literally. You swore you could have felt a slight sensation of static on your lips. After a moment, you pulled away, earning a small whimper from the TV.

"You know," he began, "You should… you should come over later… please." He ended on a soft, almost pathetic plea, his screen radiating nervous hope. How could you refuse such a request? He was too convincing when he was that flustered and vulnerable.

"I'll come to your place later," you confirmed, your voice gentle. You leaned into him, resting your head against his screen, feeling the warmth of his presence. This was real. This was finally happening. 

Suddenly, a loud crackling voice came on over the studio’s intercom. “The building will be closing in approximately fifteen minutes.”

To the disappointment of both you and Tenna, you slid off of your friend’s lap, brushing off your outfit. “Tonight… you better wow me.” You teased. “Show me what you’re willing to do to please me. You know I’m not easily impressed.” It was a complete lie. Despite your words, you felt as though you would crumble at the slightest touch. Even thinking about it made you want to give yourself up to the man right there.

Tenna grinned with a softness behind his usually cocky smile. It was a softness that you had seen many times before. The TV stood up, grabbing his bag. “Then… I’ll make sure to give you a show you’ll never forget.”

You made your way toward the door, before turning back one last time. “I’ll see you tonight, big shot.”

Just when you were out of sight, you giggled, throwing your hands into the air and doing a little twirl. You could already tell it was going to be the best night of your life.

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The crisp outside air howled against your ears as you stood waiting on Tenna’s front steps. You had just survived the longest couple hours of your life, and now you were back to waiting. Apparently your boss had to “prepare” before you came over, whatever that meant.

After what felt like an eternity, the large door opened, and Tenna was standing in its frame.

“There’s my star!” Your boss beamed, stepping back to allow your entry into his house. “Come inside!” He was dressed in a more casual outfit, just a button-up shirt and pants.

You didn’t even bother with a response. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, you launched yourself at Tenna, driven by a raw urge that had been simmering for years. His arms instantly wrapped around you, pulling you toward his large frame as your lips crashed against his screen.

The kiss was electric, a release from years of pent-up tension and unspoken desire from the both of you. His screen flashed pink as he returned the kiss with energy that matched your own. His lips moved against yours, tasting of the lingering excitement from the studio.

Your hands, almost instinctively, reached up to grab the sensitive tips of his antenna. The reaction was immediate. A low moan resonated from his chest, a sound that vibrated through your own body as his screen flickered wildly with pleasure. It was something you had accidentally discovered many years ago.

“Ah! You remembered,” he gasped against your mouth. 

You grinned. “I did.”

As your fingers gently tugged and stroked the base of his antenna, Tenna’s hand moved up from your back. He tilted your head, exposing the sensitive areas of your neck. Then he began to trace the sharp tips of his fangs along your skin. A shiver ran through you, a mix of fear and exhilaration.

"You have no idea," he moaned, "...how much I’ve wanted you."

The aggression between you escalated, the kisses deepening, growing more frantic. Years of unspoken longing now exploded into raw passion. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel the metal of his chest beneath. He as well worked with surprising speed, pulling at your clothes. Fabric flew to the floor, discarded in the name of overwhelming attraction.

You stood before each other, your body illuminated by the screen fixated on it. The years of desire were finally coming to fruition. You couldn’t help but stare at his large figure. The TV had a large number of sensitive points, including a dick-like structure that was now incredibly hard, and a hole that you really wanted to fuck.

“Wait!” Tenna started, “I’ll be right back!” Just like that, the man reached into a plastic bag on the coffee table. You hadn’t noticed it when you first walked in.

Tenna held his hands out. “After work, I went and grabbed this… for us.” In his grip, was a brand new black strap-on harness, along with a large silicone dildo. He had gone out and bought it. Just for tonight. Just for you .The thought of Tenna going into a store to buy this made your heart swell with a strange mix of affection and giddy excitement. 

You took the harness into your hands. Before you could respond, Tenna knelt. Just like that, the famous TV personality dropped to his knees before you. He looked up, his screen tilted like a puppy. "Please," he whined, his voice a desperate, almost painful whisper, "I’ll be good. I’ll need you."

He whimpered softly, a vulnerable sound that sent heat into your face. This wasn't the usual Tenna you knew, cracking jokes with confidence. This was pure, unadulterated need.

You pretended to think carefully for a moment, exaggeratingly tapping your chin with your finger. Tenna’s whimpers grew more insistent, his screen flashing with impatience. The sight of him, so powerful and large yet so completely at your mercy, was truly intoxicating.

“You know what?” you finally declared, “Because you’ve been so good for me… such a wonderful boss and an amazing friend, I’ll do it.” A playful smirk crawled onto your cheeks.

You reached for the harness, feeling the black, slightly stiff material. It fit around your waist well enough, though you fumbled a bit with the tightening. Tenna scrambled up to help you, his gloved hands shaking slightly as he pulled the straps tighter around your hips. His fingers brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. He was practically vibrating with anticipation.

“Not so fast,” you whispered, your voice teasing. Your gaze dropped to his hips, and you couldn't help but let out a soft giggle. His dick looked painfully hard.

“Tenna, I haven’t even put the dildo in. Calm down…” you teased, unable to resist poking fun at his eagerness. As soon as you said the words, the man’s screen dimmed in embarrassment. “Not so confident now, are you?” you pressed, smiling as the TV’s large member grew even harder. You reached for the dildo, putting it through the strap. It felt a bit funny, especially considering he bought the largest dildo you’d ever seen.

This would be the first time you’d ever done something like this, and you assumed it was his first as well. Maybe it wasn’t. For some reason, you felt a pang in your heart at the thought of your friend being pleasured by anyone other than you.

With a sudden return of his charming nature, Tenna looked up. "Before we start," he said, his voice regaining some of its smooth, show host quality, "I have a little request if you will." He gave you one of his iconic charming smiles, the kind that won over thousands of viewers every night. "In return for being good… will you let me record our little show? For my personal benefit, of course!"

Your face flushed with embarrassment. He wanted to record you having sex? Your first time doing this? It wasn’t something you were necessarily opposed to, but it did shock you quite a bit.

“Um, well… if you don’t show anyone…” you stuttered, your voice barely a whisper. The thought of anyone else seeing your intimacy was mortifying, but the idea of being captured forever in Tenna’s private archives was thrilling.

After getting your consent, the TV-headed man set up a tripod camera, pointing it toward his couch. It looked to be high-quality, but not exactly modern. Unsure what to do, you waved at the lens.

Tenna awkwardly laid himself down onto the couch, ass up on the armrest. He was still facing you, but situated in a way that allowed you to reach his desperate hole.

He laughed nervously, "Well, folks," he said, turning his screen slightly toward the camera as if addressing an invisible audience, "looks like I’m in for a treat."

You grinned with a surge of desire, your fingers wrapping around the dildo’s smooth, firm length to cover it in lube. "You sure are," you murmured, and with a slow, deliberate movement, you guided the strap into his waiting hole. 

The first inch was a tight squeeze. Tenna’s screen turned a frantic pink, mirroring the sudden pleasure pulsing throughout his body. You took your time, letting him adjust, feeling the vibration of his internal mechanics against the dildo. He gripped the couch, unable to suppress a loud moan. 

You chuckled, a thrill running through you. “This is nothing yet."

With another slow push, you slid deeper, a soft groan escaping both of your lips. The vibration of the inner workings surrounding your strap pleased your clit similar to how a toy would. Tenna’s back arched, his head tilting.

Soon, you found a rhythm, pushing in and pulling out. Tenna’s hands moved from your hips, sliding down almost instinctively to grab your ass, pulling you deeper with each thrust. His legs trembled as the friction continued to pleasure you both.

Then, with your free hand, you reached down to find his hard cock. You began to stroke him with a firm and deliberate pace. 

The combination of the deep penetration and the simultaneous touch on his dick was too much. Tenna’s entire body went rigid against you. A desperate whimper touched your ears, louder this time.

“Ah… nngh… more,” he begged, his voice broken and pleading, devoid of all his usual composure. He thrusted his hips against you, seeking deeper contact. “Please… I need… I need you. Don’t stop… I’ll be good…”

His words were a jumbled mess of pleas and desperation. His mind was clearly scrambled from the overwhelming sensations. He was trembling violently beneath you, his fingers still digging into your skin.

Before you knew it, he was at his release. His hips thrusted furiously against the dildo. With a final, shuddering gasp that sounded half-static, half groan, Tenna reached his climax. His body violently shook as he spewed electric cum onto his own chest. The glowing fluid from his release pulsed with a faint light. He looked completely undone.

You watched, mesmerized, as his body stilled. Then, with the aftermath of his release still resonating in the air, you gently pulled the dildo out. You shifted, settling beside him on the couch, pulling him closer to rest against your shoulder. You gently rubbed his head, tracing the side of his screen as he slowly recovered from his intense climax. 

Suddenly, with a surprising surge of strength, Tenna’s arm shot out, shoving your body playfully into the cushions of the couch. You landed with a soft thump, momentarily surprised.

Still panting, his screen shifted to a mischievous, confident grin. “You think I’m finished?” he teased, his voice regaining its usual charisma  “The show isn’t over just yet.”

Before you could even fully process Tenna’s words, he shifted, leveraging his weight. The next thing you knew, his once again hard dick was pressed firmly against your hole. Then, with agonizing slowness, he began to rub it against your clit. It was a deliberate motion that sent a fresh wave of arousal theough your body. The change in his attitude was like whiplash. You definitely weren’t complaining though.

He leaned down, his glowing screen close to your face, his voice dropping to a seductive growl. “What do you want?”

A low moan escaped your lips. “You… your cock…” you finally managed to gasp out, your voice dripping with desire. “I want your cock… inside me.”

With a sudden possessive movement, Tenna reached down and gently took hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head. He didn't use much force, but his large size made it clear you were trapped beneath him. Speaking of size, you couldn't help but notice again how truly massive his dick looked. A flutter went through your body. It looked like it would barely fit inside you. It was nerve-racking, but incredibly exciting.

"Good," He said, satisfied with your answer. "...I’ll give you everything you want.”

Tenna then shifted his weight, his hips slowly starting to move forward. The tip of his cock pushed against your entrance. You could feel the intense pressure of him attempting to push inside of you.

“Fuck! Tenna, it hurts!” you squealed as a sharp surprising pain replaced the pleasure. Your hips instinctively tried to pull back, but his grip on your wrists was too strong.

Immediately, he pulled back. "I’m so sorry! Let me just…” He released one of your wrists, reaching down to grab the bottle of lubricant you'd used earlier. He squeezed a generous amount onto his hand, before rubbing it on his cock.

He positioned himself again. This time, he pushed slowly. You clenched your jaw, biting back a cry as the stretching intensified. With a deep groan from Tenna, his dick fully slipped inside of you. You gasped, your body shaking. He held himself still for a moment, letting you adjust.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded. Then, slowly, he started to move.

Tenna began to thrust with a deep, rhythmic motion. The initial sharp pain that had made you cry out suddenly became replaced with immense pleasure. Each slow, deliberate push filled you as his cock pressed against depths you hadn’t known could be reached. You arched into him instinctively.

“Tenna!” His name spilled from your mouth.

He leaned down, his screen practically touching your face. “Do you like it? Tell me you like my cock.” 

You bit your lip, trying to catch your breath as he continued to pound into you. “I- I love your cock, Tenna…” you choked out, your voice quiet. “It’s so… so big! It fills me… so good.”

He picked up the pace, driving into you with increasing force and speed, his body a relentless, pleasurable weight above yours. He was no longer holding back, pouring years of pent-up longing and unspoken desire into every motion. 

"Tell me more, darling," he rasped, his voice rough, "Tell me how it feels... to be mine."

“It feels- Ah!- Amazing!”

Tenna’s screen pulsed with a furious, passionate crimson as he continued to pound into you, each thrust deeper than the last. The couch creaked under your combined weight, and the air around you grew thick with the scent of sex.

You were nearing your breaking point, every nerve screaming with pleasure. You tried to wrap your legs around his large waist, desperate for more.

"It feels… so good, Tenna! I… I'm yours! Oh god, yes!" you cried out. Your vision blurred around the edges, the vibrant red of his screen taking over your mind. You could feel the tightening of muscles deep inside you.

The TV whined, his composure gone and replaced with pure desperation, “I’m… gonna cum…”

With one final thrust, your body convulsed with a powerful climax, making you cry out Tenna’s name in a desperate sob. Your muscles clenched around his massive cock, milking every last drop of electrifying cum from him. You collapsed against him, a tingling sensation still pleasuring your insides.

Tenna slowly pulled out of you. He shifted, carefully moving his large frame, then gently pulled you against him, holding your exhausted body close to his chest.

You nestled into his touch. Your breathing was still heavy, but your heartbeat was beginning to settle. Tenna’s arm wrapped securely around your waist, his hand coming to rest on your hip, stroking it with a slow, tender rhythm. His screen glowed softly against your naked body.

He finally spoke. “That was truly amazing.” With your last drop of energy, you praised the TV. “ You were truly amazing.”

As the two of you fell asleep on Tenna’s couch, your bodies intertwined with one another, you felt as though everything would be okay. With a sigh, you closed your eyes, ignoring the fact that, across from you, a camera was still filming.