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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.”