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This was starting to get old for him. Something he never really thought he would feel about being tied up by another Spamton. At least this one wasn’t any of his first guesses. This was a new one.

And this was one he couldn’t remember bending over and fucking. That was new. He could’ve sworn he had a list with photos of every Spamton he needed to fuck over (figuratively and literally).

“You know, if you’re going to corner me, you could at least be original about it.”

This Spamton just took a puff from a cigar and smirked down at him. He had the face of any other Addison, really. The same body shape. It’s like he didn’t even TRY to stand out. Sure, his hair was dyed black and his suit was freshly pressed, but he could still be mistaken for any of their taller kin.

He wouldn’t even open his eyes a crack to show how serious he is. It kinda pissed off the bound salesman.

“Well, sorry to disappoint ya, dollface. The Classics are Classic for a reason.”

“What do you even want?”

“Heard you were giving the boys a hard time. Taking their ad slots, their clients, making it hard for them to make their Kromer.”

“Oh not this again. They just need to start working harder instead of bending over like the whores they are!”

The bound salesman couldn’t help but laugh. Yet the new Spamton just grinned at him and tapped the ashes out of his cigar.

“You’re right about that. Every Big Shot I’ve come across has been nothing but a filthy whore. You’re one of the worst offenders, though. You’re worse than the whores, actually. I think I’m really going to enjoy this.”

“Oh~? So you want to play, too~? Well good luck~!”

He knew this song and dance. This new Spamton would try to humiliate him in any way he can. But it won’t work. He’s too much of a freak for it to work. He knew he was a freak and embraced it. It was impossible for him to–

Suddenly, there was a shiny penny loafer on his clothed crotch. His captor gently grinded against the fabric, tilting his head.

“Interesting…I heard a lot about you. So I was expecting to feel something here. I know you’re supposed to be packing something. And I know for a FACT that you’re into this shit.”

Spamton felt a twinge of irritation course through him, making his eye twitch. Because he was definitely getting into it. What did he mean by ‘not feeling anything’?!

“I know you got a dick.” He knelt down beside his captive and started undoing his belt. “I’ve definitely heard you fucking the others like a rabbit.”

The captive let out a low growl, grin straining against his growing anger.

“Then how come I’ve never seen you before? Every Spamton knows me personally. So why not you?!”

“Easy there, Princess. Well, you know them on a carnal level. I just don’t have those same urges as you–...What is this?”

The captive’s dick had been slipped out from behind his undergarments. He was already hard, but…

“This? Is this it? Is this all you have to work with? Really?”

Shame burned through his body as his grin finally gave up the ghost. He slowly started wriggling his arms, twisting his wrists to free himself from his bindings.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I was expecting a cock. Not some clit. Is this what the boys have been drooling over?”

The captor tapped the twitching dick with his shoe. It practically jumped at the contact, betraying his prey’s interest in the current events. He certainly got a guttural sense of satisfaction seeing that pretty face turn red from his words.

“The fuck is your problem?! It’s not that small!”

“Oh but it is!” He grabbed his prey by the chin and forced him to look up at him. He took a puff of his cigar and blew the smoke right into his captive’s face. “But it explains so much about you! All that posturing and peacocking. Your overenthusiastic approach to everything. The need to stand out so much and make all that Kromer. All because you know that your dick is useless without all of that.”

Despite his struggling to get free, the captive couldn’t help the occasional jut of his hips against the rough sole of the other’s penny loafer. He was already pissed off, but he was still getting into it. He was a hedonistic creature, at the end of the day. If he could get something out of this, he was going to get it!

“Aw come on, Big Shot. Why the face? I figured someone like you would be proud of his assets! Instead, we got a poor little Princess who’s embarrassed by her cute clit.”

Spamton finally got his arms free. The first thing he did with his newfound freedom was swing a fist at his captor’s smug face. He felt a crack of porcelain and looked at the other, seeing a small piece of white fall off like broken fine china. His captor lightly dabbed at the broken area. While his opponent was recovering, the salesman got his legs free from the rope. He let out an angry shout as he pounced on top of the apparent doll and clawed at his pants.

“Think you’re so tough?! Let’s see what you’ve got packing then–”

It should’ve been obvious the moment a piece of his face fell off, but he was completely null of sexual body parts. When he said he had no carnal desires, he meant it. No wonder he was so arrogant about this! But then who did he think he was, saying he was small!

Spamton only had time to blink before the sound of fabric tearing apart preceded the sensation of a strange, gooey…thing grabbing his limbs. He was hanging in the air, that gooey sensation crawling up his legs.

His captor stood up, shrugging off his now ruined jacket and shirt. He rolled his neck and sighed, stretching his arms out as though he just woke up from a long nap. He was ball-jointed, much like a puppet. Four pillars of an inky black substance had protruded out of his back and had the salesman in their slick, unrelenting grip.

“You know, it didn’t have to be like this. You could’ve just taken your punishment like a good girl and maybe even get your rocks off. But no. You just had to throw a temper tantrum over your tiny dick, right? That’s your problem. You just can’t stand not having control. You really think you’re any sort of man right now?”

The inky appendages spread his prey’s legs apart as he took a couple steps closer. With an uninterested scoff, he lightly ghosted his fingers over the now weeping cock. He chuckled as his prey got completely red in the face with anger.

“Screw you! Screw you! You don’t even have a dick! What do you know about being a man?!”

“I know a real man wouldn’t feel the need to fuck his competition just to get an edge. I know a real man doesn’t need to destroy everything in his path just to get ahead. And I certainly know a real man doesn’t need to resort to caking himself in makeup just to keep a pretty face. The boys constantly talked about you topping them, but I think that’s just because they like bottoming more than topping you. I bet your ass is just as loose as your mouth.”

Two fingers shoved their way into the salesman’s mouth. They pressed down, and he gagged on them trying to go down his throat. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped him as two more fingers went in and started to thrust in and out. He instinctually wrapped his lips around them, his tongue dancing between them with practiced ease.

“Poor girl. You must’ve done so much sucking to claw your way to where you are. You think taking all those cocks would make you a real man, too? Is that as close as you can get to a real man’s cock? Oh, no wonder you got so far. Such a pretty face you’re making. And your clit’s so excited, too. Do you enjoy this? You enjoy being a toy for real men?”

His cock was just begging for release. He never felt so humiliated and so turned on at the same time! Fuck…He could come from this! It’s like his captor knew exactly how to please him by just playing with his mouth!

Then he noticed that the puppet finally opened his eyes.

Pink and Yellow met his gaze. Wild, crazed, completely unfitting with the calm tone the man spoke with. Like someone else was looking at him through the puppet.

He gagged trying to voice his thoughts.

“Oh? Pretty Princess has something to say? Tell ya what. If you can squirt from having your cute mouth played with, I’ll let you say whatever you want. Deal?”

Spamton felt a wave of fear crash over him as those fingers that teased his cock earlier ghosted a little further down. They gently caressed and toyed with the hidden slit between his legs.

How did he know about that?! He’d done everything to keep that hole hidden from everyone! No other Spamton had even known of its existence!

Yet, as though his mind was being read, the fingers did nothing more than some surface petting. They didn’t even try to go in.

The fingers in his mouth got rough. Thrusting in and out, fucking his throat like a toy.

“Come on. Be a good girl and come for me!”

It wasn’t satisfying. It didn’t bring any sort of rush or relief. But once he finally came, it felt like he could finally breathe. Tears streamed down his face as the other cooed at him for “squirting like a good girl”.

He was furious! He was humiliated! He was already plotting revenge! He wanted to smash that fragile body into a fine dust!

He was suddenly on the ground, landing on his ass with a soft thump.

“Now did you wanna say something, Princess?”

“...How can you stand yourself…?” His voice was wrecked, throat somewhat sore in his favorite way. “So…painfully average…All that…All that talk about me doing so much to stand out, but you…! You don’t make any sort of real profit, do you?”

“Awww my sweet pretty face, you really don’t get it? The average is the safest place to be in for something steady. Get Rich Quick leave you poor in a day. Consistency, Big Shot! That’s what you need! That means keeping your impulses to a minimum. Consistent work quality, day in and out.”

“...Your…Your Benefactor…?”

“Benefactor is such an impersonal word! They are my Friend, after all! And they are always here to lend me a hand!”

The inky appendages grabbed the puppet’s ripped clothing. Like magic, the clothes mended themselves to fit around his body like nothing happened. He closed his eyes and straightened his bowtie, putting on that Big Shot grin.

“Pleasure doing business with ya, Princess. You best clean yourself up before the boys find you like this. It’s a Shark-Eat-Shark world out there, and you’re definitely a small fry!”

He laughed as the naked salesman shot up, trying to get a swing at him. The poor thing tripped on an inky appendage.

“This isn’t over! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!”

“I’m sure you will, Princess. I’m sure you will.”

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“That bastard! Goddam it! It’s not that small! It’s not a…uff…!”

His core burned as he stroked his cock furiously. Yesterday just wouldn’t leave him alone!

“I’m…I’m a real man…hah…I’m not embarrassed…”

The moment kept replaying in his mind. The feeling of those strange appendages wrapping around his limbs…!

“Bastard…Stop calling me Princess – Ugh! Stop..uhn…I’m not a princess – nff! It’s not tiny!! I’m not loose! Fuck!!”

His hips twitched and bucked into his hand. Fuck…He was so close…! He stuck his fingers and gagged himself. Imagining those sick fingers in their place…!

He needed a push! And he hated what ended up being that push!

“Come on. Be a good girl and come for me.”

The way he said it so smoothly and easily! The way he made it sound so natural! Like he was always a good…a good…!

“Ugh…Uhn…I’m gonna…”

The heat in his core suddenly snapped. He choked on his own pleasure as he came. He moaned loudly, stroking himself furiously through his orgasm.

“Look at you, squirting like a good girl.”

“Shut up! Shut up! Asshole! Bastard!! Die!!”

He panted and let the remaining waves of ecstasy wash over him. It felt so good! It felt so humiliating! He wasn’t sure if he wanted more or if he wanted to kill that guy even more!

But he did know one thing…

“I…I need to find him…”

“Were you seriously looking for me? I knew you were desperate, but this is sad on a whole new level!”

It was true. Spamton was looking for the puppet salesman all day. Such a simple task proved to be one of the most challenging things he’s ever done! Every time he caught a glimpse of the other, it’d be like he just slipped into the shadows.

Now he finally had the puppet cornered in a dark hallway, away from prying eyes.

“Quit the crap, bastard! You think I was bluffing when I said I’d kill you?!”

“Yes.”

Already, he could feel his cool slipping from his grasp every second he was with this fake bitch. He raised a fist and took a swing, but the other man simply caught it in one hand.

“Who do you think you are?! You think you’re better than me?!”

“Of course I don’t think that. I just know it.”

He grit his teeth at that response. His grin was straining under his hardly concealed rage. This guy was already pushing his buttons, and they just barely started talking!

“You–!”

Suddenly, he was the one being pressed against the wall.

“Relax, Princess. If you wanted a repeat of yesterday, you should’ve said so in the first place!”

There was that nickname again! Just thinking about yesterday just made him angrier!

“You’re so cute when you’re angry.”

“I’m not cute!”

“Adorable.”

“Shut up! Shut! Up!”

The puppet leaned in a little closer. “Alright, then. How about we make a deal?”

Like the word itself was magic, that got him to stop his fussing.

“...A deal, huh?”

“A wager, even! You seem like a gambling man. Could even be fun for you!”

He shoved the puppet man a bit to get him to back off.

“I’m listening.”

“If you really are not such an easy Princess, then let’s prove it. I bet that I can make you come with both my hands behind my back!”

The shorter salesman looked offended. “Fucking excuse me?”

“If I can make you come in 15 minutes without using my hands, then I win! If not, then I’ll shut up! You’ll have proven yourself better than me, and you’ll have your pride back.”

His mouth curled into a snarl. “Seems too good to be true. What happens if you win?”

“I get to do anything I want with you for the rest of the day.”

He should say no. He should tell this porcelain lunatic to shove it down his throat. He should bring this guy down and break his whole body with his fists.

And yet…There was a certain thrill to this challenge. A high he’s prone to chasing. He was already making poor choices, so…

Besides, what’s the worst this guy can do? Make fun of him some more? Humiliating, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. No one will have to know, either.

“...Fine.”

“Shake on it.”

The hand extended to him felt like a bad omen.

“...Deal.”

The moment the handshake was over, the hand was snatched away. True to his word, the puppet put both of his hands behind his back. Before Spamton could smirk, the sound of ripping fabric made his heart drop.

“Ha! Based on that look, I’m guessing you forgot about these babies. Too focused on trying to prove you’re not such a Princess that you didn’t stop to think!”

Inky black appendages sprung out from behind the puppet. The slightly taller man laughed as two of them snaked around each of his legs, creeping beneath his pants. They felt slimy, yet dry. They creeped all the way up his thighs and started to fondle the swell of his ass. Another tendril had slipped into his shirt, curling around his torso and wrapping around his neck.

“This…This is cheating!”

“Is it? I said I could do it with both hands behind my back! I’m an honest man, you know.”

The tendril that wrapped around his torso started to squeeze. Tighter and tighter, slowly cutting off his airflow. The tip of the tendril suddenly filled his mouth. It tasted as cold as it felt going down his throat. It was wriggling in his mouth, making his throat bulge out and rub against the tendril on its outside. He was being choked from both ends, yet his breathing didn’t feel hinder. Despite it, the familiar haze of choking on a cock started to cloud his mind.

The one of the two appendages that were resting on his ass crept closer and closer together, dipping into the light fat. The tip of it kissed his hole, the feeling likened to a slimy tongue. It licked and teased until the opening loosened enough to carefully insert itself in.

The other tendril snuck down further, teasing his–

“Mmnff…!”

“I gave your pretty clit so much attention yesterday. I barely had the chance to play with your perfect little pussy. And I know how much you love having something in your mouth. Hmm your ass is just as easy to open up as I thought it would be.”

Spamton’s knees buckled. His pants felt like they were about to be ripped apart. Not just from the appendages shifting beneath them, but from the overwhelming stimulation making his dick strain against the fabric. Everything was moving exactly the way he liked it. It felt so good…!

The final tendril angled his head to make him look at his captor.

“What a pretty face you’re making, Princess. Is your pussy that neglected? It feels so wet already.”

That Big Shot Grin was sharper than it should’ve been. Was it his hazy mind, or did the puppet look more sinister?

He could only groan around the inky mass fucking his throat.

“Oh, you’re being such a good girl right now. So responsive! So obedient! I just want to…I want to…!”

His captor leaned in closer, their noses barely not touching.

“I want to tear you apart from the inside out! I could stick this extra one up your ass and shove them all the way through! I can make them pull apart until you’re ripped in half! I can have one travel down your windpipe and wreck your lungs! You’re so frail! At my mercy! You’re nothing!”

Was it the way his pussy was being shallowly fucked?! Was it the haze draping over his mind?! Was it his sweet spot being mercilessly massaged?! Why did that sound so hot?!

“So fragile! It would be so easy! I could rip you apart limb from limb! Oh, Princess! You’re my new favorite toy! I don’t think I’ll ever let you go! You’re mine! You’re mine! Mine to play with! Oh, but don’t worry. I love sharing my toys! You can still be a loose whore whenever you want! I’ll break you apart and put you back together, and you are gonna thank me for it!”

The tendril in his mouth came out with a pop. Spamton’s breathing came out in whistling gasps.

“Say it! Say you’re my Princess! Say you’re my pretty girl!”

He’d later tell himself it was because he was so close to coming. He’d say that it was just the rush of finally being able to breathe properly. But it felt like the words were being squeezed out of his chest.

“I’m–I’m your pretty girl! I’m your Princess!”

His captor leaned all the way in and whispered so sweetly into his ear. He almost missed it over his own moans.

“Good boy.”

The tendril that was coiled around his body was suddenly gone, leaving his ribs sore and feeling bruised. The tendril in his ass shot deeper, just shy of breaching into his guts. And the tendril in his pussy bullied its way all the way up against his cervix! His head snapped back so suddenly, it almost pulled a muscle. He fell to his knees as his tongue lulled out of his mouth.

He was silently screaming.

“Oh there’s that pretty face I was looking for. Coming in your pants like that? Have you no shame, Princess? Of course you don’t. You only care about getting off. Shame you lost our bet, though.”

He finally slumped as the other tendrils suddenly vanished, leaving him feeling so dreadfully empty. The only thing keeping him upright were the hands of his captor holding him steady by his shoulders.

The puppet licked a tear rolling down his cheek. He knew he looked completely debauched. Face wet and shiny with spit and tears, panties completely ruined by his own come, sweat making his hair look crazy…

Ruined. He was ruined. He was ruined and ashamed and he felt so good…

The world was…fading away…But why…? He’s stayed awake through more intense orgasms than this…!

He looked at the man holding him. His eyes were open again. That crazed look in his eye like last time. Rose and Gold taunting him in a way that didn’t feel like the sleazy salesman they were attached to.

“Oh, you and I are going to have a lot of fun. Don’t you worry. I won’t tell anyone…yet.”

When he woke up, the first thing he heard was the click of something metallic.

“Ah, finally. I was worried you were going to sleep through our little playdate.”

He was suddenly standing upright before he even had the chance to get his bearings. He was standing in front of a mirror…

…Oh…

…Oh no…

His face turned completely red upon seeing the outfit he was wearing.

A dress. A rather modest white and pink dress. With poofy sleeves that went down the middle of his biceps, a frilly skirt that went past his knees, cute bows on either side of his hips and right on his bosom, a matching frilly collar, and white gloves that made his hands look so dainty…!

“Oh look at you~. So pretty in your dress, doll. I even gave you a nice cage on your little clit to keep you from getting it dirty.”

His tormentor played with his dress, messing with the cage around his cock that it covered.

He felt tears welling up in his eyes.

“How’s it feel, Princess? Nice and snug? Maybe you need a smaller size?”

He didn’t need to see the other’s face to know that his face was especially smug about this. Yet, his cock twitched in interest, unable to get hard from the cage trapping it.

“...Don’t tell anyone…”

“Oh Princess, didn’t you hear me before? I said I wouldn’t tell anyone…yet. And if you wanna keep it that way, you’re gonna listen very closely to this one rule.”

“...What…?” He felt defeated. Knowing his luck, the puppet already had pictures of him in this embarrassing outfit.

“Never seek me out again. Never try to find me. Never try to follow me. And never try to corner me again. Got it, Princess?”

“Y…Yes…s-sir…” It felt like he needed to say it. Just to make sure the puppet was satisfied. Another blow to his already shattered pride.

A tongue trailed up his chin, picking up a stray tear off of his face.

“Oh, ‘sir’? You’re so desperately cute~. No need for that, doll.”

The puppet bent down slightly and reached under the dress.

“You’re being such a good girl. I’ll reward you by playing with your pussy!”

A confident hand slid down past his caged cock and thrust steady fingers into his still wet pussy. His legs shook at the sensation, already feeling close to coming. The noise of those fingers going in and out was so obscene…!

“No! Hahh~aah! F-Fuck you! Stop! Ohh…!”

Despite his words, his body leaned into the hand fucking him. He stuck his tongue out, moans flowing freely out of him.

“Juuuust relax, Princess. You can come as many times as you want. I set the whole day aside so we can have all sorts of fun. And maybe, just maybe, if you’re creative enough, you can pay me back somehow. Don’t worry, though. I’ll make sure to compensate you when the day is over.”

“FuuuUCK!”

This was going to be a long day…He better be paid his weight in gold for this…! And that bastard better keep his word about not telling anyone!

Next time…Next time for sure! He’ll kill him next time!