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Working at Voxtek was quite the demanding job. The day had dragged on immensely, and the TV head had once again finished work. Despite sitting down and sipping on coffee all day, his battery had fizzled out to a measly 25%. It had changed his nature from charismatic to sluggish - him needing to charge as soon as he could.
His customers were annoying brats again - requesting refunds on damaged electronics, asking personal questions, with one even pinching his antenna. From sunrise till dusk, he put on that smile. The face of the brand. The charming man whom everyone could trust.
Looking at his phone briskly, he groaned at his co-workers' utter incompetence. That man couldn't go without him for more than a minute without whining.
" Voxxyy! Can you come and help me watch these whores? They're acting up again, and I need you to help me put them in line! "
He growled as he listened to the audio message, not wanting to engage in any more work today. Shutting off the monitors in his control room, he gracefully slipped into the wires into Valentino's studio; with him knowing his own tower very well.
"Hnnng... What now, Val?"
He groaned, marching up towards the man, observing him in his filming chair before an employee fetched him a dinky stool. Summer and Dia lay on the bed in front of him - not Angel for once, suprisingly.
Valentino had made the intimate decision to allow Vox to watch him work, commanding around all his whores. It was great, however wouldn’t allow him to move, not even to use the restroom or a smoke break. If Vox needed anything, he'd be doing it here. He needed Vox’s attention, his eyes fixated on the masterpiece he called porn.
Meanwhile, he sat there, groaning. It had been quite a while since he sat down, and these skinny whores havn't even squirted yet. It was one of the most boring things he could lay his eyes on, especially when Valentino was constantly having tantrums while directing them.
It was then that he had felt it. His drinks from earlier catching up to him. He'd be fine, right? Val was pushy, sure, but they'd be finished soon. No one watches these movies for cinematography or outrageous plot - as soon as these women cummed, he'd be free to excuse himself. He squeezed his legs stiffly, slightly shifting his eyes as his antennas drooped. Discreetly turning on his fans, he sighed as he tried to prevent overheating.
”I know you’re getting off on this, Vox. Wine?”
Valentino taunted him, passing, or somewhat forcing a glass of wine into Vox’s hands, wanting him to drink. He was planning to fill the media overlord to the brim, even if it meant leaving his whores to work alone for an hour. Valentino was sure he could trust them, and even if they ended wrecking his studio up, it’d be worth it to see Vox’s shell break. Although he was a television made of circuits and wires, he could only hope this wouldn’t cause him to error.
He knew that man often overworked himself to death, and it was safe to say he hadn't taken any breaks in a long time. This was certainly torture for his submissive boss, and he was going to wring it.
Vox grumbled some words under his breath as he crushed his dick between his thighs.
"Wine? Fuck no. Already good as is"
He put on a fake grin, before returning to a face of unease. Putting the glass of wine back onto the table, he folded his arms and stared at the prostitutes. Maybe he should hire one sometime. They were practically bred in a lab to be this pretty. Tapping his shoes upon the tiled floor (It was easier to clean up fluids with one), he moved his arms up to his head, grimacing.
”Awh, why not? I know you’re a bitch for alcohol.”
Val mocked, a grin spreading across his face as he laughed. He traced Vox’s eyes onto Dia, and also gazed at her. He elbowed Vox,
”She’s pretty, hm? Good little whore, too. Would do anything as long as she kept her job…”
Valentino said in an attempt to distract Vox and sneak the wine glass into his hands,
”Good girl, aren’t you?”
He said to her, recieving a nod and innocent ‘mhm’ in response.
The Tv hissed, refusing any more alchohol. The whiskey and coke and all of his coffees from earlier was finally catching up to him. Still, he attempted to appear professional, trying not to even break a sweat. Why did he drink that much? He grabbed himself some tea this morning too; he felt like he was going to burst.
The glass was snook into his hand, and he curled his finger and whistled. She glided over, prompted by him kissing her, and twisting her nipples. After 5 seconds, he pushed her back onto the fluid stained bed and snickered.
"Gorgeous girl, keep doing that shit."
He breathed heavily.
"Val, excuse me."
He promptly stood up.
”Where do you think you’re going?”
He raised an eyebrow, looking up at Vox and pulling him back down onto his seat by the flowy part of his jacket.
”You’re sitting here and watching these bitches dance whether you like it or not. They’re doing this for free.”
He slid an arm around Vox, using all his pressure to keep him glued onto his seat.
”Stay put, Vox. Be a good boy for daddy.”
He chuckled, tracing a spare hand around the rim of his screen and down to his collarbone, tugging on his bowtie and causing it to loosen.
Vox grumbled in return.
He struggled as hard as he could, now crossing his legs. He thought he had found hope. Apparently, Val was going to torture him tonight, how he wished he never agreed to spend time with him in the first place.
He began to shake slightly and quiver like it was winter, hand on his thigh and the edge of his chair. No matter how much he resisted, Val wouldn't let him go. That man was sick.
The dirty talk and touching sent currents down his circuits, almost electrocuting Val by accident. It was a bad habit of his.
"Can I.. get up soon? I'm getting bored."
No he wasn't. He wanted freedom. He wanted his bladder to be empty. Still, he fought for his way on the chair. Valentino was less powerful than him, yet he could just toss him around like this?
"What did I just say, dipshit? No.”
He got slightly irritated, and took this as a sign that he should start directing Vox to his bedroom.
He grabbed Vox by the edge of his screen, pulling him up the stairs and into the room after yelling to his prostitutes to continue working, and locking the door behind them both.
He pushed Vox onto the bed with sheer force and agression,
"We both know you aren’t getting bored, you whore. You have two options: tell me the truth on why you needed to leave so bad, or not feel your legs for the next twelve hours. The choice is yours, baby.”
He grinned, snickering beneath his breath. He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag of it, and blew it into Vox’s face to attempt to ease him up.
The other crossed his legs as he was dragged, wincing like a puppy. Laying on the bed, he couldn't help but bring his hand down to touch his cock. To suppress a boner, or the piss. Anything works.
"You're so demanding..."
He sighed, worrying over the loss of his own dignity. Val isn't a fan of keeping secrets. By next morning, all of his workers would probably know about Vox's weak bladder.
"So pushy, aren't you? Heaven forbid I want to leave your studio for once..."
He rambled, annoyed. Still, his hand was practically groping his cock, sending charged waves of electricity down his entire body, antenna spiking.
He reached into Valentinos cloak, finding a cheap cigarette. Lighting it with a spark, he hoped it would take his mind of his bursting bladder. And by Satan it was bursting. One wrong move and he was a goner.
”You never want to leave my studio though, do you baby?”
The moth lifted down his glasses and winked at Vox flirtatiously. Suddenly, what could have been wrong with Vox came to him in a thought, as if Valentino was some sort of mindreader.
In a swift movement, Valentino lifted his foot up onto the bed, his heel almost slamming into Vox’s screen and breaking it. Luckily, this wasn’t the case, and instead, he traced the base of his high-heel around Vox’s chest, slowly lowering it until his heel hit the other’s bladder. Vox could only admire what he looked like with his cloak open - shirtless with a thong and sluttly black thigh highs. He pressed down, being nice and going soft.
"You always want to spend time with me, don’t you, precious?"
He bent down, causing the pressure on Vox’s bladder to heighten,
"Whimper for your favourite pimp. Mmhn…”
Valentino’s grin was constant, tracing his two lower hands around Vox’s waist and massaging it.
He gripped onto his cock even tighter, heavily breathing. Suddenly, he yelped, unable to control himself.
"FUUCCK-!"
The energy that had jolted up from pleasure zapped Valentino - He hoped he wouldn't get killed for this. He couldn't hide his desperation now. His legs we folded so tight over each other they could be considered origami, as he bounced up and down frantically. The room had no hope. He didn't spy a private bathroom, not even a plant pot. Shit, Val always had at least one of those.
"Get off there!"
He begged, shoving Valentino off his bladder and wincing. The man was bursting; he really had to use the restroom. No matter how much he fought, Val would still cling to him and drag him back.
"Whimper..? Satan... Fuck no."
He breathed heavily. Valentino definitely deserved to end up in Hell. That was for sure.
Meanwhile, the pimp had yelped from the zap, being pushed from Vox’s bladder and end up ontop of him, pinning him down to the bed. He bit his lip, staring at Vox with his red, squinted eyes.
”Makeout with me, whore.”
He spoke seductively, before pushing their faces together and sucking on Vox’s tongue, kissing him intimately as he rested right on top of his bladder. Soon enough, he pulled away.
”I wasn’t asking you, I was telling you. Be a good little bitch and whimper for me before I make you.”
He grinned, forcing two of his long fingers down Vox’s throat and forcing him to choke on them, pulling them out, strands of saliva connecting his fingers and Vox’s 2D mouth.
He wasn't able to object at Vals orders, as he was immediately brought into an intense makeout session. As a porn director, of course Val was messy and sloppy with kisses. It annoyed him, and the moisture caused his screen to buffer, and click buttons it wasn't supposed to.
He breathed heavily, crying out in desperation at this point. The man caved. Pleading whimpers escaped the Tvs mouth, trailing on longer than they should've. He sounded like a crying puppy, poor thing.
As he began to choke, he began to yelp more, and gripped his hands upon Valentino's slim waist. He gagged, but managed to escape the man's fingers, which smelled of bodily fluids
"Look.. Just - Can I do something before we do anything else?!"
”I know you’ll go piss, Vox. You already know what my answer to that is.”
He allowed Vox to sit up, only to get onto his lap and trace his fingers down the television’s chest. His boner growing and feeling the need to get riskier, he said,
”If you want to piss, do it right here, baby. There’s no harm in it, it’s a win-win, and I can wash your suit. It deserves a good clean…”
He grinned,
"I’m satisfied with your choking, baby. You make such sweet noises… mmnh, it gets me rock hard…”
He rested his head on Vox’s shoulder, whispering into his ear.
"Why do I have to do it here?! You're a fucking kinky bastard, you know that?"
He scoffed, tightly squeezing his thighs together; still sitting up. Staggering whimpers were let go out of his mouth as his body was grazed. He feel like he could burst. Fuck. There were no distractions anymore, it wasn't even funny. He looked up at the ceiling, begging for a solution.
"Shut up.. I'm not pissing myself infront of you. I'll find a way to go somehow."
He continued to plot, eyes darting around the room. Maybe he could hypnotise his lover to forget about his dying desperation. Yet, there was no saving this.
"Val... let me go.. please."
He pleaded, his claws gripping onto the moths fur coat. It was all he could think about. The relief that would come soon- The gushing stream- But he couldn't think of that right now.
”Good boy… Your begging will only allow you to go in your trousers, baby…”
He punched Vox’s bladder yet again, looking up at him and laughing. For an unknown reason, he found the man’s unbearable pain and desperation so fucking enjoyable.
”You’re not leaving this room till you piss yourself, Voxxy baby. Come on…”
Valentino himself was also desperate. He needed his eyes to be blessed by the sight of Vox pissing himself. His little sub was getting so whiny; he hadn't been this turned on in days.
”Are you really that fucking worthless? Come on, piss for daddy… your sex life would be nothing without me, you pathetic virgin. Don’t make me get impatient.”
"I'm not ruining my suit for you- GAH-"
He moaned as Valentino bashed his bladder, feeling droplets of his golden stream drip out. Fuck fuck fuck fuck- Once a tiny bit was out, he wouldn't be able to recover. He would have to accept this utter humiliation. This was one of the worst things Val had ever put him through. It's a miracle they have stayed together so long.
He couldn't hear Valentinos insults from his rushing thoughts; he needed to go. Anything for this pain to go away. After those few droplets, more began to leak.
"Shit..!"
As soon as Valentino saw droplets seep their way through Vox’s slacks, he helped by pushing his hand down onto his crotch, piss seeping down Vox’s leg and onto Valentino’s hand. It was warm and comforting, he loved it.
”Mmf, good. I knew you could do it, you sweet thing.”
He brung his hand to his face and licked his fingers, before placing it back onto Vox’s crotch, massaging his dick through the fabric as it leaked with more piss.
”Stay still, baby… you’re twitching!~ There’s nothing wrong with trying something neww, Vox…”
Valentino’s cock was also hard, so with his spare hands, he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock from his thong, grinning.
”Got anymore in you, slut?”
He attempted to stay still, but was wriggling with desperation. The man couldn't help but smile at Val's comfort, considering he was usually a cruel and unforgiving man. His boxers leaked with more of his piss, before he had enough.
Quickly and frantically, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick, breathing heavy. Val deserved this.
"Yeah.. I guess I do have more in me."
He immediately began to piss on Val, moaning loudly as he was finally allowed to go. He had been holding it in for hours. The stream was strong, soaking into Vals rich cloak while also repelling off it.
He whimpered. How was he supposed to help himself? It felt so good, fuck. For him to piss on the guy that treats him like shit, fuck yes. Humiliating him. It was heavenly.
He pressed down on his bladder to try and empty himself quicker, yet he also wanted to savour this moment. Soaking Valentino in piss.
Val opened his mouth wide, catching some of Vox’s golden stream and feeling the warmth in his throat. Then, he stood back up, towering over Vox. He grabbed the other’s cock, pointing it towards him and watching in awe as it soaked his expensive suit and jumper.
"Utterly adorable you are, Vox… I don’t want you to empty yourself out!”
He complained, snapping his fingers, Kitty brung him a cocktail in a large glass. He put it on the table beside them both, grinning.
”Drink it, baby.”
He commanded, moving a lower hand down the man's trousers to Vox’s tip and using a long finger to cover his hole, his flow coming to a quick stop.
He attempted to stay still but was wriggling with desperation. The man couldn't help but smile at Val's comfort, considering he was usually a cruel and unforgiving man. His boxers soaked up more of his piss before he had enough.
"Shit.. Don't-!"
He whimpered, trying to redirect his flow. This suit costed his thousands, and for it to be ruined like this? He was drenched in his own liquid, his fan now kicking in.
"You want me to drink it!? I know that's the shit you're into, hell no!"
Still, he needed to finish off. He squirmed and gripped his cock, aiming it at Val again. Anything to release this deflating water balloon.
He was once again back to holding, grasping his dick intensely. Valentino always had to embarass him like this, didn't he?
”You really don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?”
He grabbed the edge of Vox’s screen, directing his head towards the cocktail placed on the table.
”Drink THAT. I want to fill you up even more.”
He smirked, following up with a chuckle. He loved Vox, really, and would do anything to see him under his control, fulfilling all of his dirty fantasies.
”I know this is new for you, papi, but no need for the attitude! You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, or else you wouldn’t have been let off so easily.”
He kept his finger over Vox’s urethra, even pressing his hand down on his bladder to tease him further.
"Hnnng... Fine, you cocky bastard."
He growled, finishing the small drink and writhing for any future release. This was shaming at its finest.
"Good boy! Aww... Always listening to my orders like an obedient puppy!"
"Shut... Up!"
He breathed heavily. As a reward, Valentino finally let him continue his stream, it spurting across the bed before finally ending in some small dribbles. It was... over? Hours of torture... for around a minute of pleasure? It almost felt like he still needed it, in a sort of phantom way.
"Voxxy, listen to me closely. I want you back in my studio 3 hours from now. If you're not bursting to the brink again, consider that screen shattered."
"... Yes, Val."
He reluctantly agreed, zapping away in shame while sopping wet and pensive.