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"And he's still so firm." She crooned, her hand still around his ready cock, peeking from his drawers, hovering over a growing damp spot in his underwear. "Nasty. You just can't help yourself, can you?" Tenna leaned her face further into his, with that sharp grin taking up the lower half of her screen, "Just like a man - he can never be satisfied only cumming once." Spamton's stomach clenched, heat flooding his system again. He whined in his throat, arching his head back with a shuddering breath, "P-please..." "Please, what, Mr. Spamton?" "M-make me cum again, Madame... p-please I-" Spamton shivered, "This perverted man needs it. I-I need it so, so bad, I-I can't - I can't without your touch-" And he gasped as she pumped her wrist, pinkie out, and left his hips shaking violently in her wake. "Good boy. Good please." She crooned, as she began to stroke him off, "When we're done here, I'll have a treat for you." She purred and her screen reflected spirals back in his desperate, hungry gaze, "You ever try testosterone before?" Tenna's smile sharpened to a point, "I think you'll love it."
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When they say force masc defernull hypno you sit your ass down and you take NOTES!! #deltaruined
Grizz 02:20 "You're a guy, aren't you?" She said it so casually, like she was commenting on the weather or observing a car accident outside her window. Spamton choked on her whiskey, hacking half of it back up from her lungs. "Where the hell did that come from??" "Something I've thought about." Tenna took a slow swig from her glass, and crossed one leg over her knee, "You act like I did." Spamton let out a laugh, "Well, duh, back when you weren't big around here, right?" She thumped her head back on the casting couch with a huff, "Sure, keep calling me small why don't you." "Not that." Tenna turned her head, "You act like I did. Like you're stuck in clothes too small for you." Spamton shifted under her gaze. The taller woman had no eyes to speak of, but she could still feel them bore into her face. Like she was looking past her face into some unseen truth in Spamton's core. The woman told bullshit for a living - what gave her the right to see any truth? Spamton laughed it off, like she usually did, taking another sip off her glass, "Hate to break it to you, Cathode, but I'm a gal. Always have been. Thats just how it is!" "Then what does that make me?" "H-huh?" Tenna was leaning over the couch to loom over her, "I'm a woman now. What does that make me if I wasn't one before?" "I..." Spamton looked off, "Psssh, Tens, cmon it's. It's different with you. You..." Spamton swallowed - why did it feel so difficult? - "You make it work." "As opposed to you." Spamton finished her glass, "L-Look, it's like this. Sometimes, you know, i-it's just- It's like-" Another hard swallow. The drink wasn't sitting right in her stomach. "I wouldn't-" "But you're hard." Spamton blinked and turned her head up to Tenna's screen. "H-huh?" "I said-" Her screen flickered out, and it started from the middle, a white circle of static that began to cut through the black, spiraling outwards in a circular pattern, "-you're hard." Spamton's breathing hitched. Grizz 03:21 "I know my way around men." She continued, and her hand graced Spamton's thigh with her presence, her claw tips stroking against the fibers of her stockings, "I know how they act. I know how they get around me." A smile spread on her screen, and her hand moved up her skirt, to her hip, and further to cup her breast, "I know how to make them behave for me." Spamton let out a moan that she bit her lip around. Try as she might, she couldn't draw her eyes from the pattern on Tenna's screen. It was doing something to her head, calming her. Relaxing her senses into something more malleable for Tenna to work with. "I can train him to be a good mutt for me." She said, and cupped under Spamton's chin, pulling to let her mouth hang open for a moment, "If he wants it." Her head felt fuzzy, and the quietest it'd been in years. So Spamton nodded, and Tenna rewarded her with a swipe of her thumb across her shirt buttons, tearing them from their threads and allowing her shirt to fall open. Tenna then sat back, grabbing a cigar off the nearby ashtray, "Strip." She said, tucking it to her lips, then reaching back for a side table, keeping her screen focused on Spamton's line of sight. "Leave the underwear." Obeying felt like second nature with Tenna. It felt like the only thing you were supposed to do, if you wanted to keep your head intact. Not that Spamton really knew where her head was. Her eyes felt warm looking at that screen, and her hands moved slowly. The shirt was already open at least, but the skirt needed some fiddling with the zipper - one she didn't have the mind for right now. With enough snagging of her kitten claws, it caught on the zipper, and she tugged it off, taking her stockings partly with it. She paused, hesitating on the rumpled waistline of them. Tenna blew smoke in her face, "Those don't count. And men don't wear stockings anyway." But she wasn't... Hooking her thumbs, she dragged them down, stretching the tears she'd made in them. Grizz 03:37 "Good boy." Tenna shut the table drawer and brought her hand around, grasping tightly around something - something with a shiny, red tip poking out the end of her fist, "I'm going to cut your panties. You won't worry about that because you won't be wearing them after this." She took another inhale and leaned over, pressing her claw against the front of her panties. The hole wasn't big, but Spamton still shivered at the smoke she breathed across her groin, "Look at you. Just aching to be touched." She opened her hand, pulled the waistband of her panties away from her stomach, and slipped the shape under and through the hole. The strap-on sat snugly against her groin, and Spamton couldn't help but widen her eyes as she looked down at it, huffing between her teeth. "You can hardly bear it." She brushed her fingers up the length of her shaft, and Spamton took a sharp inhale through her teeth, one eye shut. A low whine catching in his throat. "So sensitive..." Tenna grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled, and Spamton flopped bonelessly across her lap. "You're a perverted little thing, aren't you?" She brought her finger to Spamton's mouth, "Open." Spamton didn't think he could fit even one, a thought that popped like a soap bubble in a bath. Who would say no to Tenna? An idiot - which she (he?) was, but that was besides the point. Her jaw hung open, and Tenna pushed her finger between his teeth. Further, deeper, to the back of his throat and beyond. He squinted at her screen, doing his damndest to keep his gag reflex at bay, and let his eyes open again when she pulled it back. Spit slicked between her fingers, and Tenna curled them around his aching cock. "Hard as a rock. You couldn't get any harder if you tried, could you?" Tenna stroked up and down on the slicked length, and god, god he could feel it. Slowly, at first, his eyes staying trained on Tenna like an obedient dog with a treat. He wouldn't dare look away, not even to see what she was doing to her- Grizz 03:48 Spamton grinned like an idiot. In the corner of her vision, she saw something she could look at, if only from afar. And her paw came to grab a hold of Tenna's breast. Kitten claws tugging at the fibers of her shirt, while Tenna's grin only widened, "Such a good boy. Look at how HARD you are already. Just from fondling a tit." She tilted her head down at him, quickening the speed of her wrist. "You're just a little pervert, aren't you? All men like you are the same." She pumped her hand, her slicked glove soft against the silicone length. Spamton could imagine just what he'd do if she gave him the chance - thrust his hips to fuck into her fist and then see what other hole he could push himself into. "All it takes is a little coaxing and you fall apart completely. No backbone at all." He melted back against her legs. His head spun, his stomach flipped. His cock felt like it hurt he was so hard, already dripping cum into onto his panties Boxers. Between his teeth, Spamton let shaking breaths part between the gaps, and his eyelids fluttered, gripping firmly onto her tit. "T-T-Tenna-" She squeezed his cock, pausing her pumping, "Are we on a first name basis, Pig?" Spamton gulped, "M-Madame... P-please I. I-I need to-" "You need what, man?" She brushed her thumb over his tip, dripping with saliva pre already. "Speak up." "I-I n-need to- P-please, let... let me cu-" "You haven't already?" She smirked and braced his back against her free hand, "And I'm doing all the hard work. The least you could do is cum, since I'm already touching you so much." No, she wasn't actuatty touching her- he felt something twitch inside him, a bucking of his hips. A tightening of his stomach. A sensation that got his eyes to flutter, then roll back. He pressed down on the tips of his toes and thrust into her palm, with a sharp cry and tears pricking his eyes. Cum, cum, cum, that's what he could do. All he could do.
August 28, 2025 at 12:15 PM