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“Are you sure you're okay with this?” Tenna asked, holding the CD that Spamton would upload himself into. The CD that would be inside of him, working him from the inside in his wires.
“I trust you won't break me and I won't break you.” Spamton seemed overly excited about this whole thing. Especially when Tenna pressed the button on the DVD player to open the tray.
“What happens if I do break you?”
“I'll return to how I am right now! Just be gentle. I might be out of commission for a little bit if I'm broken.”
Tenna tenderly gave the CD to Spamton and watched as his body quickly vanished and compressed into the disk. Landing once again in Tenna's hand. He knew he was in there. It was like the disk was smiling at him, eager to be slid into Tenna's disk tray.
He sat down at his desk. If nothing became of it, Tenna would be okay with that. But he would regret that line of consciousness as he pressed the disk into the slot on the tray and pushed the tray closed.
The disk ran for only a moment before it felt like little hands were everywhere, pressing into his circuity. Spreading from his disk tray throughout his body. Just as quickly, the tray popped open and those hands were gone.
Tenna looked confused, the fan in his head spinning ever harder at the sensation and then immediate loss. A hand slid across his black dress pants to cup his growing bulge.
“You little tease, you're going to make me work for it?” He wasn't expecting an answer as he popped the tray back in himself, gasping at the return of hands sliding down his chest, gripping at his wires from the inside, yanking at his antennae.
It popped out again, sending a whine out of his mouth. Smoke was starting to stream out of his vents. “Spammy, please!” He jabbed it back in with force this time, gasping and rolling his hips as it felt like his wires were being licked and bitten. He arched off the leather seat, bucking his hips up into his hands as the tent in his pants pulsed. He was silently grateful for the costume team that made his pants stretchy or he would've ripped his pants right then and there.
Once again the tray popped out of him. He could've swore he heard the disk laughing at him. Fine, Spamton was going to play that game. That damn mailman forgot who he was dealing with because right now, Tenna was in charge.
He shoved it back in and held his finger on the slot. “What are you going to do now, you little shit?! I'm in control! You forgot that you uploaded yourself for me to use! To use you!” He gasped hard. Something deep in his circuity was constricting around his dick, giving it tighter pumps that only Spamton's body could give him. It was like he was fucking him, but without even getting undressed.
His hips bucked up at the sensation. “Fuck! Spamton! This feels- fuck- you're so tight! It feels so good! Ah!” He bucked his hips again. His tent getting impossibly tight in his pants.
As if the sensation couldn't get any better, it was like Spamton slid himself inside of him, hitting his prostate like he always did. His mouth felt like it was filled with his squirming mass despite knowing that it wasn't there. Overwhelmed with it all and having no way to stop the growing pressure, he came all inside of his pants, wailing and gripping the arms of his chair as he uselessly pumped his hips up to a Spamton that wasn't there.
Now without the hands on his tray, it popped out. His screen was dark, still rebooting after that hard orgasm. Once he came to his senses along with his screen, he saw his partner and mailman sitting on his desk nonchalantly, smirking down at the TV. Illuminated by his glow.
“How was that, Tenna?” He couldn't wipe off that smirk on his face, even if he wanted to. Just the sight of Tenna ruined by his actions. He wasn't expecting to be suddenly manhandled by Tenna.
With large hands on him, Tenna ripped his pants off, no longer caring about decorum or trying to preserve the team time with making a new pair. Getting back at Spamton was his only goal now.
“Wait, Tenna! Let's talk about this!”
“I'm gonna fuck that pretty little cunt of yours! I'm going to fill you so full and plug you up, you'll be laying eggs for weeks!” Tenna dropped his pants to the ground. The ones that were a mess thanks to Spamton’s doing.
Spamton moaned into his hand at the words and gasped when he was shoved on the desk, a hand on each of his limbs. He forgot Tenna had four arms, even if he only ever showed two on camera.
“I bet you want that too, you little shit! You little slut! I can't wait to make you my bitch.”
Despite it all, Spamton let his cockiness shine through. “What are you waiting for, Tenna? I'm right here!”
That was all Tenna needed. He shoved inside his wet cunt, both of them groaning at linking their bodies together. He didn't wait, pumping his hips into his mailman. “You're driving me crazy, Spamton! Who knew you wanted to plug up all my holes. Or is this a sign you wanted that done to you?” He only got a moan in response. “You're getting your rocks off just thinking about it, hm? Well, I'm here to please.”
Like what Spamton did to Tenna, he shoved a finger into his asshole and filled his mouth with his large tongue.
Spamton gasped out, not knowing where to put his hands for leverage. He found the CRT's box, gripping onto his antennae like his life depended on it as his holes were filled by Tenna. Not even a sound could leave his throat, he was plugged too tight. He still tried, humming against Tenna's tongue and softly pushing the giant off of him. Tenna ultimately wanted his mailman for another day so he retracted his tongue out, pulling a gasp and coughing from the lack of air.
“Jeez, Tenna!” Spamton coughed out, panting.
“Sorry,” Tenna lamented, worry on his face, “I didn't mean to hurt you. You just made me go crazy.”
“You can keep going, but if I tap your box, you pull your tongue back. I still need to breathe.”
The same goofy smile spread across his screen as he plunged at a reasonable depth in Spamton's mouth. The smaller man sucked on his tongue, hands on Tenna's box as he was slammed by Tenna’s dick and fingers. He didn't even realize one full hand slipped into his asshole and fisting him from below, he was so full. He couldn't even process the noises coming from their shared body smacking.
He didn't even feel the orgasm coming until he was cumming all over Tenna, gasping into the tongue as he did. “There you go. Good boy!” He whined at the praise, still coming down from the high as much as he could with Tenna still using him like his person fleshlight. It was just his dick now, pounding into him. A necessity to breed his mailman. To make good on the promises he made.
Desperate to feel as full as he did, he slipped that tongue back into his mouth.
Tenna looked down at Spamton, sucking his tongue off, drool spilling out of his mouth. The lewd sight before him was enough to send him over the edge, spilling his seed all inside of Spamton. He instinctually grabbed his waist, pushing him down on the length.
“I intend to keep to my promises. You will be laying my eggs for the foreseeable future! My seed will stick in you.”
Spamton just gave him a smirk. “Sounds to me you want another round?”