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Everyone respected Tenna. His work, his professionalism, his attitude; they all admired and looked up to him. He was a great boss, and even better director... Which is exactly what he needs to remind himself of in this moment. He's never had much interest in what he produces. Sure, he's passionate about his work, but the actual act of anything sexual just never really got him going. Maybe that's why he loves to direct and film it so much: he simply gets to watch, not engage.

That was, until, he met someone. A new rookie and upcoming star, Spamton G. Spamton. He was charasmatic, loud on and off set, and had this look he'd give Tenna that would send volts of emotion he's never quite felt for anyone before. It started off casual; coming in early to go over scripts, or staying late to celebrate the success they were receiving. Soon, though, those celebrations turned into outings off the clock. Usually at bars, or going out for dinner. Just the two of them.

It was so unprofessional, in Tenna's eyes. He didn't want to ever take advantage of someone like this, especially one of his own employees! He truly doubts himself at times, wondering if he's pressuring Spamton in some way? That he felt obligated to go along with him?

That was, until, he started to notice... The way Spamton would look at him. Not that he's never looked him in the eyes before, no, they've done that. Hell, there's been many times they catch each other staring only for one of them to look away, bashfully. No, this... This was very different. It was on set. It was as Spamton was... Preforming.

At first, Spamton would simply come in, get through a shoot, and be done with it. No one could really blame him. After all, sex work like this isn't exactly what he expected himself to be doing to make it big. But, at some point, Tenna started to notice how Spamton was acting... Different. More feverously in his scenes, more passionate and, oh, the look he'd give him. Not the camera, not the other actors filling in roles (as well as his holes), no. He was looking at him.

It got under his skin, and it was as if Spamton knew it, as if... He was doing it on purpose. Those needy little glances his way soon caught on to being thrown at him even outside of shoots, and by God, it was driving Tenna up a wall. He's never been... Jealous. Especially of someone going at it with someone else. Someone who... Wasn't him. It was doing things to his coding he never quite felt, or ever expected to.

He was starting to get rather... Pent up. He felt far too shameful to act out on such selfish desires, even if it was to simply relieve himself in his own home in solace. Maybe not doing so was an even bigger mistake, in hindsight, as he too started to stare back on set. He gripped the arm rest of his director's chair, his leg bounching up and down as he tried to get his wires in order. He could hardly think.

Here Spamton was, being filmed with another new actor. He was tall and built much like Tenna was. He had a decently sized tummy, but still plenty of muscle and... Girth. Spamton was sprawled out on his back, head practically falling off of the bed set up for this scene, as the other actor was pounding into him, and of course, the entire damn time he was looking at Tenna. He'd still voice his lines, touch the other actor back, and God was he vocal. His moans were all that were heard in the studio, besides the plaps and wet noises coming from between the two actors as their fluids mixed. They were needy, desperate. Spamton's face was flushed, and as the other actor played with his t-dick, his eyes rolled back and he bit his lip as he tried to hold in a needy whine.

It was driving Tenna crazy. He couldn't settle his breathing, he could feel himself overheating and steam starting to hiss out of his vents. He could feel his half hard cock starting to spring to life in his rather tight slacks. He crossed his legs, hoping no one would notice, even if it was rather dark considering all the light was pointed at the scene. The scene that was, at this point, complete torture as it dragged on. Tenna felt like he was going to explode. He has to be doing this shit on purpose, right?! Or was he that lost in his own thoughts and feelings? It was driving Tenna mad.

Thankfully, after what seemed like a millenia, the shoot started to reach its climax, much like the two actors did. They finished up with the last of their lines, and Tenna nearly forgot entirely to announce "Cut!", and he was not at all prepared to go on and act as if nothing just happened.
But, like any good performer, he did. They wrapped everything up, and he praddled on his final notes and directions for the next upcoming scene tomorrow, and finished by telling everyone to have a good night as they all made their way off set.

Everyone... Except for Spamton and himself. Spamton was sat in his chair in front of his mirror, touching up his hair and make up after that steamy shoot. He had nothing but a towel around his shoulders and some boxers on. As if on queue, he looked up from what he was doing, and looked at Tenna in the mirror, who was behind him, caught staring and about ready to drool over the man in front of him. He smirked, and set down his make up brush,

"Need something, boss?" He spoke, breaking the air of quiet between the two.
"Ah, well, no not exactly." Tenna piped up, rubbing the back of his head, trying to act normal and as if he didn't just get caught staring.
"Hmm... You sureee about that?" Spamton said coyly as he swung around in his chair,
"Because, and forgive me if I'm mistaken, but you sure seemed like you wanted something when we were filming today, Cathode." The nickname he now uses for Tenna poured out his mouth like honey. He sat with his legs crossed in his chair, leaning on one arm.
Tenna chuckled nervously, playing with his antena with one hand,
"Oh, well, I... Uhm... I don't exactly know what you mean by that, but...!"
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, or even seeing right now! He suspected Spamton was doing all those things on purpose, but the fact he noticed exactly what it was doing to him?! That... That little brat! He was egging him on!
"Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, Ant. You really think I didn't notice all the times I've caught you practically drooling over me? Especially today, I mean, you looked like you were about ready to pounce your poor little employee right there on set!"
He grinned, feighning innocence as if he hasn't been slowly riling up the TV in front of him for weeks on end.
"What?! I'd never!" Tenna moved closer, now starting to pin Spamton and his small stature back against the desk, his arms coming up on either side to rest on it.
Spamton blinked, taken aback for a moment at how boxed in he was, but quickly hid his surprise and instead started playing with Tenna's tie as he smiled.
"Oh, I know you wouldn't, but you could! So, so easily, I might add..." He trailed off, maintaining his focus on Tenna's tie rather than his heated face. His hands were so small, so... Delicate. They began to move down towards Tenna's belt, which Spamton gave a tug.
Tenna inhaled a breath, holding it as if it were the last he'd ever take. His grip on the desk increased, and he bit at his lip. It was taking everything in him to restrain himself in this moment. He didn't dare to move, not even an inch.
Spamton hummed, pleased with what he was doing to the taller, and all the more so at the sight below him. He took both hands, cupping them over the large tent forming in Tenna's pants.
"I think your 'little antenna' here isn't as shy to admit what he wants, no?" He giggled as Tenna gasped, fighting the urge to buck his hips at the touch.
"Why, you little-" Tenna's mouth hung open for a moment, gasping for air as it took every wire in him to hold back from lunging on the bastard below him.

...He wasn't sure if he was going to last, at this rate.

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Spamton giggled, enjoying the way he was wriling up his precious director so easily. His dainty hands moved from Tenna's buldge, wrapping themselves around his hips and to his ass, gripping it firmly, and pulling Tenna's waist as close to himself as he could. Tenna let out a startled gasp, and Spamton paused, checking to make sure Tenna was still really wanting to go along with all this.
"May I continue this scene, director?" He asked, rubbing his face into Tenna's clothed dick. He looked up at Tenna with want and need in his eyes. Tenna felt every touch and hot breath on his crotch, his antenna starting to twirl and twist, his mind swirling by the reality before him.
*Spamton was really, truly asking him if they can- if they-*
As if a wire snapped in his mind, Tenna's screen went black, which took Spamton back for a moment. Perhaps he had gone too far? Did he get things wrong between them...?
Before those thoughts could send him spiraling any further, he felt a hand on his head, soft at first, but it's grip gradually grew tighter.
He let out a whine at the sudden tug, before he was pushed further against Tenna's cock by none other than Tenna himself.
"Oh Spammy... Do you really mean that?" The CRT above him was practically drooling, overcome by feelings and emotions he's been holding back for months for his little star. Maybe a wire really *did* snap in that TV head of his?!

Spamton melted at the nickname, and nodded slowly, intentionally rubbing his mouth on the hot member he was currently being pressed up against.
"Mhmmph, yeah... but we're going at my pace, understand, Cathode?" He shook off Tenna's hand from his head.
With his teeth, Spamton had slowly begun to undo the zipper to Tenna's pants, all while maintaining eye contact with him. He prodded at it through Tenna's boxers for a moment, before slipping his cock out from them. It sprung to life, slapping down right onto Spamton's face, covering his eye.
"Gosh, it really is 'as seen on TV', isn't it~?" He cooed, hinting at the fact that he must have seen Tenna's own... Filmed performances.
Tenna whined, the praise getting to him.
"I guess I was wrong in calling it a 'little antenna', hmm? You realllyyy are packing a third leg here." Spamton spoke as he begun stroking Tenna's thick silicone cock. It was hot to the touch, already dripping wet with pre-cum.
"S-Spammy~ Oh, I..." He did all he could to contain himself, contain his lust. His claws dug into the wooden desk beneath Spamton, his screen slightly pressing against the glass mirror of the vanity as he looked down at Spamton's teasing.
Spamton continued, sucking and kissing the tip, circling his tongue around his hole... Just like how he does in a close up shot on set. Fuck, it felt better than it even looked. It was driving him *crazy*! He bucked his hips forward, being driven by raging lust that was quickly swelling up inside him.
"H-hey, Cathode watch it, what'd I say? We're going based off my script, ya hear?" He barked, gripping Tenna's cock tightly with both of his tiny hands. Tenna practically choked on air, his hips bucking forward at the mix of pain and pleasure.
"Fuck, Spammy~" he groaned, truly past his limits. He couldn't take more of this.
"Fuck your script...! This. Is. *MY* set!" He snarled, as another pair of arms burst out from his lower torso. Spamton squacked, realizing too little too late that he might have pushed his TV's buttons a bit *too* far. Before he could even get a thought out, he was pinned by all four arms, the upper two holding his hands up against the glass, the lower two quickly making work of his boxers and holding him in place.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute! Who said you get to call the [BIG SHOT]s here, Ant?!" He huffed, a glitch seeping out of him in surprise.
"Me. Right now, and from the moment I hired you. You work for ME. You're MINE-" He growled, shoving a finger right up into Spamton's wet gaping pussy.
Spamton moaned, his eyes rolling back. He felt the curl of Tenna's finger and could see it bulging his stomach slightly. He blushed at that last part... The thought never truly occured to him just how much Tenna *owns* him. He's given him everything, after all...
Tenna felt Spamton's walls clench his digit.
"Did I ever say you could talk back to your boss that way?" He slid another finger inside of Spamton's tight cunt, rubbing his thumb on his clit.
"N-No, but I- fuck, c'mon Tens, I was just..." He whined and gasped as Tenna slowly circled his clit. His hands were so fucking big... God. He couldn't focus, not like he normally can, not like this, not with Tenna doing these things to him.
It was all too much.
"F-fuck, Tenna, please wait I'm gonna [COMING TO YOUR HOUSE] if y-you keep..."
"Oh, is that so? Normally you last way longer on set, don't lie to me now~" He leaned down, whispering into Spamton's ear. He started thrusting the two fingers, all while continuing to circle Spamton's clit at the same pace.
Spamton's pleas and whines grew higher and louder, forced to take everything Tenna gave him. Usually, in sex scenes like this, he's prepared. He knows the script, what's next; he knows how to handle himself. But this? Here? It was so foreign... He hasn't properly slept with someone in *ages*. So the fact it's happening now, with his idol, the one he looks up to most, and who he works under... Tenna....
*...Tenna is knuckle deep finger fucking me*
It was like he popped, a burst of heat spilled out from between his legs. Spamton shook violently as he came. Tenna soon infact realized he wasn't acting, he really *did* just cum.
"Ohhh, Spammy. Did that feel good? Sorry, I know you've already had such a busy day with all our shoots, but I'm not done with you so soon~" He pulled his fingers out, quickly rubbing his cock with the slick provided by Spamton's needy hole. Once it was wet enough, he lined it up with Spamton, and pushed in.
"I know just how you like it... Fucked beyond your senses, hm? Oh, of course I know~ I've been watching you parade yourself around, fucking other men and taunting me all the while..." He said through gritted teeth as he pulled out, only to ram back inside.
Spamton moaned, gasping for air, desperately trying to ground himself. He hasn't even had time to climb down from the high of his first orgasm.
"A-ant, fuck, slow the--" He was cut off by Tenna burring himself balls deep into him, milking even more pathetic noises, and juices, out of him. The two of them stayed like that for a moment. Spamton, pinned against the vanity, his legs spread wide for Tenna, who was still holding on to the vanity for dear life.
*Had he grown bigger?* Spamton thought, feeling just how trapped he was as Tenna loomed over him.
"Tens..." He whined.
"Hmm? What is it?"
"I... I said to slow down, not-- not stop...!" He pouted, blinking away tears of ecstasy.
"I already told you, didn't I? My, you really are a bad listener, Spammy..." He paused, slowly pulling out, "I *said* this is my set, you belong to *me*," He slammed back in, and yanked Spamton's hair, exposing his neck, "That means I'm going at my pace. You've made me wait long enough as it is to finally get you like this... You really thought I wouldn't get you back?" He continued to fuck into his precious star, holding him up with one hand fully encompassing his waist. He kissed, sucked, and lapped up at Spammy's neck, wanting so desperately to sink his teeth in, but no... Not at this size.
"Ah~ I- Fuck [10 out of 10], please, I'm [we're sorry, but the person you're trying to reach is unavailable]... Can't t-take more of this... Gonna...!" His pussy spasmed as he came again, and he slumped back against the mirror.
Tenna grinned, loving the live performance he has infront of him. An idea quickly sparked in his mind, and his blacked out screen grew a wicked grin.
He quickly stood back, still holding Spamton close, and made his way over to the bed on set.
It was cleaned and set up for the next shoot... Perfect to use now, he thought. He flipped the smaller over, plopping him down onto the bed, onto his stomach. He was completely man handling him. He got on top, and giggled.
"Let's reenact a scene, shall we~?"
Spamton could feel his heart skip a beat. Tenna easily slipped right back inside, and set a fast pace as he pounded into him.
Spamton was nothing but a moaning, babbling mess through it all, muttering Tenna's name, pleas, and needy whines.
"Ahh, so good for me... Always were, right Spammy? So so good, taking it all... I bet this is what you've imagined every day we're on set, hmm~? Such an attention seeking whore..." He keened.
Spamton whined, nodding frantically. His tail was wagging happily, his face, ears, and shoulders all a deep blush of pink.
"Good boy~ So honest. Don't worry, you won't have to get off to day dreams anymore, my star, I'll give you the real thing from now on~" He giggled, caressing Spamton's cock filled belly from the front, "That way, you'll be all mine... Got it?"
The hand on his belly quickly moved up to his throat, grabbing him by the chin and pulling his head back to look up at Tenna's dazzling screen and wicked grin.
"Y-yes~ [CONGRATULATIONS, YOU WIN!] Please just- [FREE SHIPPING AND DELIVERY] in me already~" He sobbed, hyperventilating from the overstimulation. Tenna's ego was fast inflating. As if on command, Tenna's thrusts became far more desperate, his grip on Spamton's throat tightening.
*Fuck, of course he knew I was into this* Spamton shuddered, his eyes rolling back from the growing need for air.
"So good, so fucking good, ahh all mine, fuckkk Spammy, can't believe you're letting me fuck you~ Ah, fuck, I'm gonna...!"
Tenna was close, growing bigger now than when they first started. He fucked up into Spamton as deep as he could go, holding him down to the base of his cock like a soon to be spent condom. His cock quickly pulsed as ropes of hot, thick cum came gushing out. It quickly filled Spamton's needy cunt, gushing out and leaving him stuffed. Cum dripped down onto the fresh bed sheets, as well as Spamton's last sputter of squirt. They breathed, heavily.
*Fuck we really just did that*, they both thought.
Tenna's screen flicked back to life, once again a glowing white light. His antenna sprung up, taken back by the state his beautiful star was beneath him.
"S-spammy?! Oh,,, I'm so sorry, did I go too far...? I know you like it rough on set, I-I forget my own strength, and size... Jeez, let's get you cleaned up...!" He scurried, quickly moving to begin pulling out, before Spamton stopped him.
"Cathode, it's fine. Don't even think about moving right now!" He shot back a glance, trying to mask his embarrassment... Which failed, as he was blushing like mad.
"Just... Get me a cigarette or somethin'. It's all I need, really. None of that after-care crap."
Tenna would've blinked in bewilderment had he had eyes, but alas...
He couldn't believe what he's hearing! What kind of CRT did he take him for, of course there'd be after-care!
"W-what?! No, we're cleaning you up! I can't just leave you like this, I-" He shifted forward slightly by accident, shoving his dick further into Spamton, who gasped, biting back a moan.
"Trash heap don't move so suddenly! I-"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Tenna did in fact not listen, as he moved backwards to his original position l.
"F-fuck, no~," Spamton pleaded, gasping and moaning as he let go, the pressure against his bladder being far more than he could handle, "I- I said not to [MOVING? CALL 1-800--] Move...!" He whined.
Tenna froze, hearing... No. No, surely not...
*Did Spamton just piss himself?!*
He could feel himself growing hard again.
"You- You enormous... Inconsiderate... WHITE NOISE MACHINE OF A [$?&*!#]" Spamton could practically die of embarrassment, right here, right now. That, or cry. Probably both.
"I'm so sorry, Spammy! D-dont move so much, please..!" Tenna whined, Spamton's outburst causing his cock to twitch even more back to life from the movement around his girth.
"OH, NOW YOU DON'T WANNA MOVE? WHAT, GONNA PISS IN ME?!" Spamton shrieked, and Tenna moaned at the thought of it, of doing something so dirty to his little star... He drove the smaller back down to the hilt of his cock.
"I'm sorry, Spammy... So good, that was so hot~ Gonna make me cum again...!" He gasped, desperately pounding away into Spamton's gaping cunt. He was relentless, not pulling out in the slightest as he hammered away at his wombs entrance.
"Tenna...!" Spamton was truly past his limit. He has never been fucked this good, for this long... He was going to go crazy, maybe even get addicted...
"I'm sorry I'm sorry~ I'm so sorry, I need to cum again, please, fuck, you're so perfect~ Take it, take it like a good boy, Spammy, fuck you drive me crazy~ Making me watch you fuck others all damn day... Fuck, should punish you, but rewarding you feels so good, too~" He was babbling on complete nonsense (though there was some true desire mixed in there).
Spamton's pussy spasmed with every thrust, completely overstimulated and fucked. Tenna's cock was buried so deep inside of him, it drove him mad.
"Tenna... Tens...! Sir, please~" he mewled, another orgasm coarsing through him in waves. Said orgasm gripped Tenna's cock, and it was enough to milk him to completion yet again.
Tenna came, growling and almost primal, mumbling sweet nothings as he rode his orgasm out. Fuck, Spamton felt like he was full with a clutch... He may very well soon be, with how much cum was dumped into him.
Tenna collapsed beside him, shrinking down a bit more in size, and slipped out. Spamton gasped at the sudden loss, and shifted to sit up, now leaking a sticky mess. Once he caught his breath, he got up to grab his cigarettes, lit one, and came back to the bed to lay with his... Boss? Partner...? *Heavens, what were they now?* He shook his head, *none of that mattered right now*, he told himself. Tenna was out like a light, sleeping rather cat like. Once he finished his cigarette, they both layed there, and Spamton drifted off to sleep along with him.

They both passed out, cuddling together.