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“I’ll be closin’ up shop soon, luv.” Ramb’s voice spoke softly as he tried his best not to disturb Tenna’s current position against the bar. He was moping for a lack of a better word, head resting on the counter after having drank far too much for a weekday; though the reason for doing so was even more pathetic than his refusal to leave.

Spamton had gotten far busier recently, to the point where he had to leave the studio for most of the day and leave Tenna to his lonesome.

Tenna always said the same thing, parading on about how he could handle hosting the show himself and didn’t need his co-host to keep things running - but it never lasted.

He’d manage to do the afternoon broadcast and maybe some of the evening, but the night time slot always had to be taken up by re-runs on nights like this.

Knowing that his audience probably hated seeing something they’d seen before instead of something new only made him feel worse as he isolated himself from the crew, the cycle always ending with him mumbling his worries to Ramb before he drank himself numb, which was where he was now.

Ramb was certainly concerned for his behaviour, but found himself more annoyed at Spamton’s disregard for the other as he knew very well the damage he caused as it was always waiting for him whenever he got back.

Ramb felt his eyebrows furrow as he cleaned the inside of a glass at a faster pace than usual, his annoyance getting the better of him.

That little salesman should be back by now, shouldn’t he?

For the few times this had occurred now, Spamton had never been late to the point where Tenna may be left here completely by himself. A part of Ramb wanted to stay until he showed up, but he couldn’t admit that he was worried.

Ramb needed to recharge, especially thanks to the extra work he had done serving his boss tonight. Risking losing his power was a dangerous game, especially with how long it’d probably take for someone to find him slumped on the floor behind the bar.

“Tenna, luv?” Ramb hummed as he took the half-empty shot glass from Tenna’s side to clean it, his mouth pursed into a concerned look. “You’ve got to get going soon. I’m sure he’ll be-“

“He’s… he’s probably not even coming back…” Tenna suddenly spoke, despite his screen being incredibly dim. A whine came from his inner workings before he weakly tried to grab the glass back, but Ramb pulled it away before he could.

Ramb knew better to challenge Tenna when he was like this, but he needed to keep some sense in him if he was willing to converse now. Another drink really wouldn’t help.

“What makes you say that? He’s done this before, hasn’t he?” Ramb internally grimaces to himself. He can’t believe he has to say that like it’s just… complete normalcy. “What makes this time any different than… say, the time he did it last week, aye?”

For a second, it almost seemed as though Tenna had become unresponsive again. He stayed completely silent, appearing to have given up before he spoke again, his voice slurred and quiet. “I don’t know… I just… I have a bad feeling.”

Tenna whined again, feeling his tail curl around the bar stool as he vented. Saying it out loud made the possibility so much more terrifying. What if he didn’t come back? What if their partnership was over?

Uncaring hands clawed up to his head to pull at his antennas as he continued to overthink, despite the feeling of soft caring hands trying to get him to stop.

Of course he wasn’t coming back. He had so much potential. He was so… new! Spamton knew so many things that Tenna had to embarrassingly ask him to explain time and time again and yet still he couldn’t wrap his head around most of the things that salesman yapped about in his free time.

Tenna whimpered, feeling his chest grow tight as his hips involuntarily moved forward in a slow motion across the bar stool. Fuck. He needed him. He needed him to come back right now. He couldn’t do this- not here… not in front of Ramb he couldn’t-

The harsh grasp on his antennae was suddenly replaced with him grasping open air as they pointed upwards, suddenly filled with a buzz of electricity and the recognition of the voice he had heard behind him.

Tenna spun around on the bar stool to look down at Spamton walking in, somehow keeping his balance from the spin despite his inebriated state. The smaller man slowly locked in on Tenna’s lower half, causing him to quickly close his legs together.

“Well! Someone certainly missed me, huh?” He chuckled as he strolled over, looking up at Tenna for a moment longer before making eye contact with Ramb.

Needless to say he didn’t look happy with Spamton’s appearance, even if it was going to make Tenna happy.

The two of them stared at each other bitterly, eyes narrowing as Tenna looked over them confusedly, his tail now flicking against the side of the bar in anticipation of what was to come between him and his partner.

“Took you long enough.” Ramb spoke plainly, taking off his apron with a huff as Spamton sneered at him. If the two of them were alone, he probably would have had more to say - but he knew better than to run his mouth.

The lack of bite in his tone appeared to amuse Spamton, as the salesman knew all too well that Tenna would do practically anything to protect him, especially in his current needy state.

“Well, you can’t rush perfection! What can I say?” Spamton jeered up at him, his stubby tail wagging as he walked back over to Tenna before the poor guy started begging for him. “Let’s split, Tens. Before you get tossed out.”

That was enough of a threat to get Tenna standing up, even if he had taken it the wrong way. Spamton clearly meant being tossed out by Ramb, but Tenna had seemed to take it literally, as being thrown out of the Dreemurr household was something he expressed extreme fear about when he was at his worst.

…oh well, whatever got him up and moving.

“R…Right! After uh… after you, Spams.” Tenna mumbled, not even catching the nickname slipping out. His antennae returned to droop, though it wasn’t caused by sadness and was more linked to his current docile mood - which of course pleased the other very much.

“Right you are, big shot. C’mon.” Spamton then began to walk off with Tenna in tow, giving a snarky wave to Ramb before turning back around to focus on their trip to Tenna’s dressing room.

Tenna was noticeably quiet as he walked behind Spamton, due to his body being focused on keeping his balance steady. The drinks certainly weren’t helping his clumsy steps, but neither was the growing arousal between his legs that only seemed to become more prominent every step he took.

A short whine slipped from him again, causing the other to chuckle at his neediness. “I wasn’t gone that long, Tenny. Lighten up.”

A small part of Tenna wanted to protest or at least attempt to mention the fact that this was the longest that Spamton had been away - but he couldn’t bring himself to. That’d be bad; and he didn’t want to be bad. He wanted to be a good TV.

Tenna felt his screen grow hot as Spamton turned to glance at him again, his gaze soon trailing down to where it had stopped before. He smiled appreciably, the sight clearly making his ego go through the roof.

“Maybe it’s a good thing I got here when I did, though. You probably wouldn’t have lasted much longer, pup.”

It took every inch of restraint for Tenna not to collapse to his knees then and there, begging for Spamton to just take him in the hallway and promise he’d never leave him again.

He wasn’t sure how, but he resisted against his urges, replying with some sort of hum of agreement as he continued to walk alongside his business partner with the sensation of his tail flicking the air behind him.

After what felt like forever, they reached Tenna’s dressing room; Tenna opening the door for Spamton and to allow him inside first, the routine practically being like clockwork to him no matter how much he drank.

Tenna stood in the doorway for a few extra seconds, watching as Spamton paced over to his usual spot on the couch with his short stubby tail wagging up a confident storm behind him.

His own tail did the same, thwacking against the doorframe before he finally moved, slowly but surely making his way over to the other - though not daring to sit down next to him.

He knew the rules.

“Attaboy Tens.” Spamton grinned, looking up at him approvingly. “Good job remembering the rules this time.”

Good job. He was doing a good job.

Tenna’s mind felt fuzzy, which was a feeling surprisingly completely unrelated to his intake at the bar. He was so close to tipping to the edge, words almost seemed to be a foreign thing for him to know.

“Mmhm.” He mumbled, clasping his hands together a little bit as he tried to remain somewhat calm. He eyed Spamton carefully, watching his every move as he awaited what was to be spoken next.

Spamton grinned, managing to hide his amazement of seeing Tenna so hopelessly docile and yet so needy at the same time.

Maybe he needed to abandon him more often…

He waited a few seconds more, before finally commanding him to, “Sit.”

And like clockwork, Tenna was on his knees on the ground, now practically at eye level with the other, but on the ground nonetheless.

“Good boy, Tenny.” Spamton purred as he leaned forward to caress Tenna’s face, a hand gripping one of his antennas and slowly making motions on it with his thumb. He loved seeing the TV squirm and try his best to be quiet, even when everything was working against him.

“You nearly broke a rule earlier, you know.” Spamton tutted, noticing Tenna’s tail swishes slowing down. “Puppy nearly had a good time without me, didn’t he?”

Tenna let out a whimper, silently urging himself not to roll his body forward as Spamton placed a foot on the bulge in his pants. He instead nodded, his mouth dry as he tried to plead.

“I… I didn’t do anything Spams I… I moved a…against the stool once! One time! Right before you came in I-“

Tenna was then cut off by Spamton giving him a kick to the underside of his head, which was a weak spot for him. In an instant, Tenna’s screen went dark, which basically blocked out his entire field of vision whilst allowing his body to still feel sensations as his screen rebooted.

It was like a makeshift blindfold in a way, or at least that was what Spamton liked to call it.

“One time is more than enough, Ten.” Spamton hissed as he brought Tenna close to him by pulling his tie, the sensation of that alone making the TV’s tail go haywire.

Spamton’s other hand continues its ministrations on his antenna, fondling it delicately yet with enough speed to cause overstimulation to rise in Tenna all the same.

“What am I supposed to do with you, hm?” Spamton chuckled, then remembering that whilst Tenna’s screen was rebooting, he couldn’t exactly talk either.

Just like a good dog should, anyway.

“Do you really deserve pleasure after disobeying me like that? Does my big stupid puppy deserve to feel good?” Spamton went right up to his face, his voice low. “Or should I leave you tied up and give you nothing because you’ve been a bad boy?”

As if on cue, Tenna’s screen whirred to life as he moaned desperately, causing a splash of red pixels to appear over his metaphorical cheeks. He stared at Spamton quietly, panting under his breath as he tried to compose himself.

“I…I’ll be good Spams… I… I um…” Tenna trailed off, getting another yank of his tie in response.

“You better have a real showstopper for me, Tens.” Spamton pulled the tie again, his teeth gritted hard as he grinned madly at the other beneath him. “Because if it doesn’t impress me, you’re going to the dog house.”

Tenna shuddered, not wanting to spend the night in the dumpster outside again. It had happened on a particularly unruly night, which he barely remembered when he had woken up covered in banana peels and rotten garbage sticking to his suit.

“I um… ah…” The tie tugging certainly wasn’t helping, as Tenna’s mind only seemed to continually fill with fuzz and need as Spamton’s hungry expression kept him feeling lower than low.

He looked around the room, his vision blurred and briefly interrupted by another tug to get him thinking. He panted, hips unapologetically moving forward against Spamton’s foot before his gaze finally landed on the cushions adorning the couch the other was on - an awfully crass idea immediately coming to mind.

“I…I don’t even… I won’t need you I… I’ll just use the… that! The… the cushion…! H…haha!”

The movements stopped as Spamton looked behind himself, a large eyebrow raised in absurdity of the idea. However, he slowly began to grin, then chuckled to the point where it turned into a cackle - which Tenna couldn’t help but quietly laugh along with.

“The cushion, huh?” Spamton repeated as he turned back to Tenna, noticing the nervous smile on his face. Either he was nervous to begin with, or he didn’t actually think that his request would be taken seriously.

Spamton of course wasn’t going to allow him to back out of it now. Not when the mere idea of seeing such a sight before him already had him growing hard.

“Well… I can’t say no to that.” He grabbed a cushion from the couch and tossed it to the floor, just barely missing Tenna’s head as he threw it over him.

The quiet thumping of his tail could be heard as it thwacked against the couch, but Tenna didn’t dare comment on it. He was in enough hot water as it is.

Why was that the first thing he had thought of? Why not… something more tame? Why not the magnets again?

He internally cursed himself, nearly moaning in frustration of his own drunken stupidity.

The magnets were what he needed right now - why hadn’t he thought of it? What had stopped him from thinking of the one thing that he knew could aid him into the mindless state he was craving, apart from the horrifying desire deep inside of himself to perform for the other?

Tenna stopped, red pixels collecting on his face again.

Performing? PERFORMING? What the hell was he thinking? He wasn’t some sort of-

“-exhibitionist, ey pups?”

Spamton had been speaking and he wasn’t even listening. His body tensed, glancing downwards to see that Spamton’s foot had moved away from the position it had been in before, clearly leaving him with one option to receive the friction he needed.

Tenna gulped, hoping he hadn’t missed an instruction. “I’m… I’m not really I… I just ah… wanted to… try something new, I suppose…”

“There’s no point in lying, Tens.”

“Lying? But I’m n-“

“This isn’t new to you.” Spamton gripped the underside of Tenna’s head, bringing the other right up to his own face. “You just haven’t done it in front of anyone before, have you?”

Spamton may or may not have hit the nail right on the head. Tenna would never admit it, but his body was certainly quick to betray him as his antennas twisted together in nothing but pure unfiltered embarrassment.

The grip on the underside of the TV increased slightly as Spamton’s nimble fingers itched under to the array of wires that made up Tenna’s delicate neck. He had left a few bite marks there before, though thankfully for the both of them it was never an area that the cameras ever got a close enough look at.

“I’m so glad to be the first, if you’ll allow me the pleasure of seeing it, big shot.” Spamton purred, continuing to dig his fingers into the other until he gave in.

For as desperate as Tenna was for any kind of stimulation right now, the increased straining of his crotch practically throbbing in his pants made it clear that it was only a matter of time before Tenna gave in to his own request.

A good mutt would follow the rules stated by his master anyways.

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Time seemed to slow down as Spamton continued the intimate movements on Tenna’s neck, though he made sure his nails purposefully stayed away from the wires that he knew caused the worst reactions; only to make him crave the extra stimulation even more than he had been already.

It was equivalent to a dog being scratched on the chin, though in this scenario the dog would much rather be receiving sensations elsewhere, if the continuous squirming of his body hadn’t already made that evident.

“S…Spams… I.. I don’t know if I can…” Tenna whined, trailing off as his head subconsciously leaned into the touch to at least give himself some form of relief.

Despite the mild dizziness of his vision, he was unfortunately too aware of his surroundings to carry out what he had promised, despite the repercussions it would bring.

Said repercussions came quicker than expected, as Spamton shoved him to the ground after seeing him begin to grind his hips into the floor again - which was the movement he wanted, though not on the object that had been promised.

“I’m not asking you.” Spamton huffed as he watched Tenna limp on the ground, his body shuddering as he used an arm to sit himself back up.

Seeing him like this only made Spamton more aroused, but he couldn’t deny it was also starting to piss him off. Tenna being so docile and shy certainly had its perks, but he hadn’t been pushed to his complete limit, which had left him in this strange limbo state of wanting to please him, yet being too embarrassed to at the same time.

Spamton noted this mentally. He’d come back even later next time. Just to see Tenna hit that sweet spot of actual desperation.

“Even though you offered yourself to me so nicely, puppy doesn’t seem to be able to do it by himself.” Spamton finally continued, grinning as he saw Tenna wince upon hearing the degradation. “If you can’t do it by yourself, then take it as an order .”

The silence after was deafening, the air feeling thick with tension and desire. Tenna stared at the ground, panting as he tried to get himself together after being shoved. The action had made him noticeably harder for some reason, which only made his aching need for friction worsen.

“ Tenna .”

He looked up at Spamton, feeling guilt course through himself with the look he was currently being given. He knew he was being bad - he was being a bad TV, a bad dog… just awfully bad in general; but seeing Spamton stare at him with such malice threatened to make him even more submissive.

Disobeying the rules was a dangerous game, but Tenna couldn’t help playing with fire. There was just something about being treated lower than low that made his insides buzz, which he wouldn’t be surprised if Spamton had caught onto a long time ago.

He just had to be careful and not overdo it. It’s not like he was disobeying on purpose this time, anyways. He was just… too aware. Too conscious of the position he was putting himself into right now. One of the most well-known presenters across many different Dark Worlds, confining himself to acting like a lapdog to his business partner because - well, there was a sick part of him that loved it.

“Do it now , before I leave you here like this and never come back.”

Tenna’s body moved before his mind had time to catch up with him as he soon found himself positioned in front of the cushion that had been tossed over his shoulder minutes prior; his cock practically throbbing for touch in his pants as it further strained against the fabric.

He… must’ve crawled over here, right? Surely Spamton had liked that. He couldn’t be that mad at him if he had done something so good without being asked. He wouldn’t throw him out. Spamton would never do that. He’d never leave him. He’d always be here. He’d come back eventually if he left. Just like today-

His body had once again moved without him realising, beginning slow grinds on the cushion that immediately caused his face to heat up and pixelise once again. His gloved hands dug their claws into the fabric as he continued to move, hot long pants draining from his mouth whilst the sensation of his tail flicking behind him worked in rhythm with his movements.

Spamton was right. He had done this before; he had done it on his bed one night after the other had gone home, his mind clouded with thoughts of him to the point where he had to get himself off - the only reliable option at his disposal being one of the pillows resting against the headboard.

The memory came back to him in full swing as his movements continued, his body overheating as he went back and forth thinking of how good it had been back then, doing such a vile thing without Spamton even knowing.

Then again… with what he had said earlier, maybe he had known. Maybe without Tenna noticing, on that particular night Spamton had come back and eyed him through the crack of the door as he mindlessly fucked his pillow to death, whimpering and huffing to himself due to the absence of his dear, dear partner in everything.

As the memory further unlocked Tenna found himself whining and whimpering in the very same way, though he couldn’t deny that his current movements were far more desperate than the last time he had done this, even though he had been - supposedly - alone.

“F…Fuck…” Tenna mumbled, resisting the urge to cover his mouth as he swore. “Am I… Is this… h…hah… is this good… enough…?” Somehow, he managed to tear his gaze away from the floor to look over at the other on the couch, though a part of him almost wished that he hadn’t.

Almost immediately after seeing Spamton in the midst of stroking himself Tenna felt his crotch become wet, it only taking him mere seconds to realise that it was pre-cum staining the inside of his boxers faster than it ever had in his life. 

His fangs bit his bottom lip hard, a strangled moan choking out of his throat as he tried desperately to continue his movements without finishing too early. It was hard finding a balance, especially if all it took was one look at his partner’s stiffened cock to send him halfway over the finish line already.

“Oh Tens… ” Spamton purred as he watched Tenna’s continual struggle, finding him getting lost in the sensations particularly amusing. “This is better than good this is… one of the best shows I’ve seen from you in a l…long time…”

Tenna stiffened at the praise, his tail beginning to whip behind him in desperation of hearing more. Hearing that he was better than good gave him the push to give his crotch a long wet drag against the cushion, to the point where he caused his own back to arch with how amazing it felt.

Fuck , he was good at this.

“Really…? It… It’s that good…?” He was practically aching to hear more, his rhythm picking up a bit more as he began to babble on and on whilst the threat of release continued to build.

Spamton could only pick up his own pace as he watched Tenna fully lose grip on himself, the frantic rocking of his larger body threatening Spamton’s release to happen far earlier than he had expected it to. His hand moved in rhythm with the grinding before him as the needy pleads of desperation filled the silence that had previously only been occupied with the occasional pant and rough brush of fabric upon fabric.

“-do anything I… I’ll kneel at your feet whenever you want I… I’ll do anything a…anything I swear just… just please… ” Tenna whimpered, huffing out something between a moan and a huff. “Please don’t go I… I can do this every night after… after every show and b…between breaks… aha… ah… please please please don’t leave again Spams please… f…ffffuck please I’ll be yours I…I’ll be your dog-”

Tenna will be his dog.

Tenna, the host of TV Time, one of the most successful shows he had ever seen; wanted to be Spamton G. Spamton’s dog.

His dog.

Spamton hadn’t heard what had come next after that, due to his fingers slipping and his body being far more reactive to that sentence than he could have ever imagined.

Due to his cock being out in the open, Spamton’s unexpected ejaculation had caused his cum to spray upwards - it being at an angle so perfect that some of it had landed on top of Tenna’s head, who soon stopped his ramblings after he had seen it dribbling down his screen.

Tenna slowed himself enough to eventually focus on the shaking form of Spamton again who was twitching on the couch, his trail of destruction dotted across the floor until it had reached its target. He had never seen the other look so undone, the quiet pants and wheezes coming from Spamton’s body as a free hand continued to weakly stroke himself made a horrid urge to stir inside Tenna.

Not only had he accidentally broken a rule by causing Spamton to break without being told to, but he had also left him completely vulnerable - for once.

Without much thought behind it, Tenna left the (now faintly damp) cushion as he crawled across the floor back towards Spamton, who was still reeling from the sensations of getting off to such a truly dirty thing.

However, Spamton quickly became alerted to the sound of fabric shuffling across the floor, which led to his head weakly lifting up to search for Tenna. He was a bit disturbed finding him steadily on approach with an almost empty look plastered across his screen, if you could even call it that.

Spamton wasn’t even really sure how he had deciphered that emotion from him due to the TV’s lack of eyes, but he was incredibly certain that whatever was going on with him was nothing good, especially when their size difference was added to the equation.

“N…Now… hey… wait a second.” Spamton spoke up, becoming a bit more panicked as Tenna didn’t wait. He wasn’t listening at all, almost clouded with the desire of something new and usually untouchable. “I…I didn’t tell you to stop, pups.”

Tenna once again refused to reply for a moment, his body coming to a halt in front of the couch as Spamton continued to try and make himself retreat - even though he couldn’t move a damn inch.

His body didn’t want to move. It wanted this more than he did.

“...you didn’t tell me to break you either but… seems like a lot of rules don’t really matter today.” Tenna weakly chuckled as he pushed himself upwards, towering over Spamton a bit as he used the edge of the couch to keep himself upright.

He had no idea what he was doing - he genuinely didn’t know if this was because of the alcohol, his wet cock threatening to break his belt or some fucked up third thing; but he was beginning to lean towards it being the latter.

Tenna had known for quite some time that Spamton liked him acting like this, completely beneath him at his utter beck and call, but he had no idea that the desire for it had run this deep.

For something that had started as something to only belittle Tenna for his neediness, seeing Spamton snap and spill without even meaning to had made something finally click.

“You… love this.” He began, laughed a bit as he grabbed hold of Spamton’s pant leg as it hung at his ankles, a hot breath coming from the smaller man as he squirmed. “You really love me being below you… being your mutt. Your… your plaything, your… animal .”

Tenna continued to pull until Spamton clattered to the ground beneath him, the smaller man being left with no other option but to stare up at him with his stiffened length still dangling between his legs. His tail was swiping up a storm beneath him, but Spamton was more than glad that the buzzing of Tenna’s body was currently overpowering it.

“...don’t you?” Tenna almost whined, his thumb going low and gripping the base of the other’s cock, grinning as it teased a whimper of desperation out of the one typically in control.

“I do I… I do you… you’re such a good boy Tens…” Spamton twitched beneath him, his whole body boiling despite his lower half being undressed. “So… so good so… well behaved whenever… heh… whenever I need you beneath me I… I couldn’t ask for a better pet.”

Spamton was half lying through his teeth. Tenna was being so unruly right now he couldn’t even think of how to punish him for it.

Him liking the defiance had nothing to do with his judgement being clouded.

Despite Tenna having a bit of an upper hand here, he couldn’t help the shiver that ran through his body upon hearing the praise. His tail began to wag behind him again as he leaned downwards, giving one side of Spamton’s face a massive slobbery lick.

He couldn’t help but further fondle with Spamton’s crotch in the midst of the lick, whirring with excitement as he heard a particularly strangled moan writhe from beneath him. 

Spamton had never been so turned on and terrified in his life, as for a second he thought that Tenna’s fangs were going to find themselves lodged into his skin - though he was grateful that what he had gotten instead was even more beautifully overwhelming.

His body burned and contorted like it never had before, though somehow he found the strength to raise his hand up to push Tenna’s head up, effectively lodging his hand in between one of the aforementioned fangs.

Spamton’s finger gingerly brushed against it as he breathed out, watching as Tenna didn’t resist the touch whatsoever and remained compliant with whatever Spamton wanted to do next.

“I… I know what you want.” He chuckled lowly, continuing to brush his fingers along the tooth as he spoke. “I know what you’ve been wanting this whole time, puppy I’m… I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to catch up to you…”

A foot was once again lodged between Tenna’s legs, drawing a whimpery moan out from his mouth as he remained shakily pinned above the other. He then dared to bring his tongue closer to the hand inside his mouth, immediately regretting it as he felt Spamton’s thumb press down on it, hard .

“You want to lose yourself in this.” Spamton then continued, his foot rolling in a circular motion on Tenna’s bulge as he went on. “You… hhhah… you want… no, you need me to talk down to you more. Talk to you like a stupid dumb animal who can’t do anything by himself, isn’t that right?”

Tenna groaned hopelessly, nodding slowly as his desires were finally discovered. Maybe Spamton didn’t know that it actually helped the abandonment not feel as bad, but he didn’t care. 

Spamton was giving him a golden opportunity and he was not going to fucking waste it.

“I need to make my big dumb mutt feel like one. I need him to feel below me, aching for my touch like a good boy and kick him when he’s already down.” Spamton continued, grinning as Tenna’s face got redder and redder. “I need to get you a collar. I need my Tens on a collar and leash so that everyone in this fucking studio knows how much of a desperate whore you are for my attention.”

Spamton hissed, closing one eye as Tenna accidentally dropped a lob of slobber onto his face. 

Wow, he was way more into this than he fucking thought.

“ But… ” He trailed off for a moment, smirking at what was to come. “I also need to let my puppy have some fun.” Spamton noticed Tenna’s antennae spike upwards, meaning he was still on the right track with saying what he wanted to hear. 

He meekly pressed his finger into the pointed end of Tenna’s fang, smiling calmly as his tongue didn’t bother to intervene this time. His foot also gave a rough shove to Tenna’s bulge, earning another warbled moan to choke from his poor, needy throat.

“That’s what you want right now, isn’t it?” Spamton let his hand slip from Tenna’s mouth to hold him by the side of the head again, caressing the edge of his screen faintly. “My Tenna wants to be in control for a little bit. He wants to get what he wants for once, finish off what he started and most importantly -”

Tenna was brought even closer to the other with a sudden pull of his tie, the strain of which only being further punctuated by the intense pressure that Spamton’s foot was pressing down on his genitals, practically edging him for an answer.

“ You want to make your master feel good. ”

“I…I do. I really do.” Tenna’s mouth was dry, but he still managed to reply as quickly as he wanted to. “I’ll do anything Spams I… I’ll do anything for you… you… you’re so good to me you know exactly what I want you… I can.. I can trust you to-”

Tenna spluttered, his words being cut off as his tie was pulled again from his impatient partner beneath him.

“Then quit your yapping and get on with it, mutt.”

Tenna didn’t need to be told twice.

In one awkward movement, he bent his head down and bit into Spamton’s collar, hoisting him up like a cat being picked up by the scruff as he crawled back over to the cushion on the ground from before, an idea of what to do to please himself clearly already on his mind.

Spamton let out a light grunt as he was dropped onto the cushion, grimacing lightly as he felt the slight wetness beneath him. He then looked up to see Tenn eagerly looking over him, a hungry look on his screen - yet there was definitely some hesitance lurking.

“Is… Is this what puppy wants to do? T…Take me here?” Spamton felt his body heating up again. Being pinned down by Tenna was one thing, but the thought of feeling his entire body rocking against him was something else entirely.

Tenna nodded, his antennae twisting as he contemplated what to say. He had been told to keep his mouth shut but… - “As… as long as you’re okay with it I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Spamton rolled his eyes. Even when Tenna was the biggest, horniest thing he had laid his eyes on, somehow the prick found a way to also be the most soft and empathetic idiot he had ever met. 

“You won’t. Promise.” Spamton breathed out, his chest heaving slightly. “If you somehow do, I’ll be sure to let you know before you kill me.”

Although Tenna was still pretty nervous, another yank of his tie was all it took for him to submit to his needs, grinding heavily against Spamton’s body as he pounded him into the cushion with the rhythm of his hips. 

For as quiet as he tried to be, he eventually started moaning like there was no tomorrow, desperately mumbling how good Spamton felt beneath him and how long he had been waiting to please him like this.

Spamton of course could only focus on keeping himself conscious, groaning and writhing himself as Tenna rode him like he was nothing - the occasional sensation of his clothed cock brushing against his face nearly sending him to the edge all over again.

His sensations were doubled due to his pants still being at his ankles, but the main reason for his overstimulation was the sheer weight and size of the other above him - which admittedly was something that he had always found attractive about him.

Tenna was attractive for two reasons related to his height; the absurdity of how much of a submissive whore he actually was when it came to any form of sexual intimacy - and the absolute overstimulation he was able to cause practically anyone if he so much as fondled their body in a particular way.

Even though Tenna was totally losing himself in the moment, Spamton couldn’t help but love how gentle he still was. How the man had mastered the act of completely crushing someone yet not causing any physical pain was beyond him, but he didn’t care.

“H…Heh… my big sweet p…puppy is… nearly finished already, isn’t he?” He mumbled beneath the weight, not even giving a shit how whiny his voice was getting. “Puppy’s practically full to bursting… h…he’s been waiting… Tenny’s been waiting so long for… for permission just like a good boy…”

Tenna picked up the pace in agreement, the most animalistic whines and whimpers slipping from him as nothing but desperation began to take hold. Spamton was right - when was he not ? - he was so right he… he needed this so bad he… he…

Fuck it.

Tenna used one hand to keep himself upright as he undid his belt with his dominant hand, thankfully having the skill to have it unlocked in seconds. Spamton could only watch as Tenna wriggled his pants away from his hips, tugging desperately at his stained boxers before his cock sprung out with enough force to knock him out if his head had been close enough.

Spamton somehow felt his own dick throbbing again, as if it was rising to try and meet with the other’s. Tenna’s was practically more than half his body height, even if the TV had been granted the opportunity to modify it like the rest of his body if he ever desired to - it was still extremely fucking impressive.

Spamton had never asked, yet now didn’t exactly seem like the best moment to either.

“F…Fuck… o…okay.” He laughed nervously, watching as Tenna weakly fondled himself as he remained straddled upon the cushion and himself. “S…Someone’s eager…” He choked a bit, the mere thought of having that damn thing shoved down his throat horrifyingly hot - but at the same time, it might actually kill him.

Spamton found himself staring at the width of the thing with eyes wider than they had ever been before, which Tenna almost took as an invitation to proceed further. As his cock was brought closer to his face, Spamton practically went as red as their suits, waving his hands defensively to stop the motion before it was too late to go back.

“H…Haaah! N…No need for that b…big shot I… I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough.” A nervous cackle followed his words, the volume of it slowly fading as Tenna retreated and continued his strokes on his throbbing appendage as Spamton caught the little breath he could.

“You’re…. You’re sure I can-”

“Ah ah ah. Mutts don’t talk.” Spamton cut him off before he could get a proper word in, watching as Tenna meekly nodded and continued to stroke, his hips slightly rocking the cushion as the speed of his movements increased.

His tail whipped and curled in desperation as his expression pleaded for release, his body soon giving in to whimpering and quietly howling at Spamton for the go ahead, which the other relished in despite the rockiness of his vision as Tenna continued to jerk and move around.

“Good boy.” He purred, loving seeing him on the edge like this. “Look at you whining and whimpering for release just like a good dog should…”

For as much as Spamton was relishing in the moment, Tenna probably was going to kill him one way or another if he didn’t let him go soon. There was just something so addicting to be able to push him to his absolute limit and keep him there for as long as he could, even if-

Tenna growled, bucking his hips hard as Spamton spaced out in his fantasies again. Like clockwork, his impatience was steadily growing and he certainly wasn’t going to listen to orders for much longer if this edging continued.

“Ghck!” Spamton choked from the movement as Tenna practically rolled across his dick, nearly flattening it in the process. Now he was in the danger zone. Literally .

He knew when it was time to throw in the towel, even if lingering on the edge was now going to cause him a bit of bruising. “Alright… Alright pup… you… you can go. H…Heh. Finish up and show me how much my Tenny’s been holding back.”

Tenna followed the command quicker than any of the others, his hand pumping loving strokes that only increased in speed and power the longer he tethered on the edge before finally he broke, his moan crumbling into static as he came practically all over the floor, leaving a massive puddle dripping and oozing that he’d probably be asked to lap up later.

He fell back onto his ass as he huffed and wheezed, the relief coursing through his system like a drug that never ended, finally loosening up the joints that he had been keeping locked up the entire time he was holding back his release.

A few seconds later, Tenna slowly noticed how quiet it was, which was a bit alarming. Usually Spamton would have said something by now, unless he was -

Oh my god.

Tenna sat up on his knees as he went over to the puddle he had created, noticing a soggy Spamton-shaped figure dripping in his cum. He gasped, meekly picking him up by the collar to see if he was okay - clearly being fearful that he had somehow killed him by making him drown.

After shaking him a bit, Spamton finally spluttered out a bit of air, cum dripping off his entire body as he was hopelessly dangled by the other.

“Tenna.” He coughed. “I’m… never doing that again.”