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Cathal wasn’t one to be engrossed in his job. It was a low effort, minimally physically demanding job- just how the Multislacker liked it. Their job was simple; watch over the cameras that recorded each and every square inch of the Sellbot Headquarters. It was a quiet day. There were no Toons to barge in to try and take his hat, or their funny sticker... Or to try and push his father off the roof, like barbarians . Odd… Usually there's tons of them, all trying to crawl on his dad like weevils. Whatever. It wasn't Cathal's job to watch over them.
Maybe there weren't any Toons because of the meeting he was deliberately avoiding by "doing their job". All the sellbots (and he means all ) were forced to attend the mandatory ‘end of quarter’ meeting. Cathal could technically say he was there, as there were cameras in there, and one of his screens was on that... But the volume had been reduced to zero as he watched other, more interesting, things. Such as two managers running through the halls as they laughed to themselves. Cathal narrowed their eyes and followed them through the halls, until they reached a closet. Smart choice, right? Unfortunately not, as whoever installed these cameras put them everywhere but the bathrooms. (Yes, Cogs use the bathroom. Don't ask questions you don’t want the answers to.) Cathal brought all the cams to the particular closet, making a sort of fullscreen to the two managers playing hookie.
Oh - it was that purple prick and his fiery fling- Graham Ness Payser and Flint Bonpyre... wait, Flint ? What was he doing there, he's not a Sellsbot! Cathal leaned a bit heavier on his left hand, intrigued. The two were almost instantly on each other like lovers starved, hands groping at tits and hips rutting against one another. It was almost comedic, how desperate they were to be touching one another... Almost.
They parted, only to start stripping off their suits. Cathal felt his mouth dry and a throbbing in his lap. Wow… That's ... a lot more skin than he ever expected to see of both Cogs- Well. More of Flint. Graham was not shy about showing off his skin, but, wow, that stripe really DID go all the way. All the way down his sides, wrapping around his toned and skinny hips, only to run two stripes up the sides of his cock. Jeezus. It was big- at least from the corner view Cathal was getting. His cock seemed to extend from his body all the way to the bottom of Flint's goggles, when the bossbot kneeled to suckle and play with the sporty seller's balls.
'Small ass balls,' Cathal thought. Made the cock longer, but it wasn't what Cathal preferred. He liked ‘em fat and round.
Flint wasn’t too bad looking himself. As the snooted cog started slurping on that shit silly style, Cathal traced over his fiery body with hungry eyes. They weren't even ashamed of taking pleasure in watching their fellow coworkers fuck- it was too hot to look away! Flint... his broad shoulders were accented by the mane of fire that spilled from where Graham knocked off his helmet. The closet was only lit by his flame, and the light that seeped under the door.
Flint had several vents that breathed smoke as he took Graham's dick into that snout proper. He could see as Flint fingered his leaking pussy as he sucked, dripping wet with what looked like hot, glowing juices. Fuck... They could even see Flint's massive t-dick between his fingers... Flint's pussy must either burn like a bitch or feel like heaven.
It's not like Cathal would know- they've never been laid. They ran a hand over their crotch and squeezed, just as Graham moaned loud. Seems they're picking up the pace, so why shouldn't he? He unzipped his fly as Flint stood, taking Graham’s head into his hands and sticking that snout down his throat. Was that a French kiss? Who knows- it seemed to drive Graham wild as he just about knocked the bastard down and pinned him to the floor.
With thick legs hooked on tiny shoulders, the two cogs began to properly fuck. Cathal whined a bit and fished out his cock- not nearly as big as Graham. Thankfully the other didn’t know- that'd be something they'd never hear the end of. The two had a one sided rivalry ever since they were hired at C.O.G Inc... Hydrogen Nepo Baby vs Coughing Rich Kid. That thought made Cathal laugh a bit, thumbing over the head of his cock with his left hand, as he pawed around for the remote with his right. He wanted to hear those two- he’s always been one to like hearing the moans and sounds of sex. When their hand finally made purchase, the blasting of the built-in microphone startled the two unaware cogs into stopping mid-hump. SHIT! They forgot about that feature...
Flint was looking around nervously and his eyes landed on the camera- it was almost like he was looking into Cathal’s eyes. That made their cock jump. "H- Hello?" His deep voice whimpered, he must've seen the little red light under the camera that showed someone is looking. "What- w-was that the cameras, babe? "
"Cathal! I know you're looking at us!! Go away or- or I'll kick your shiny metal ass off the roof!" Grama barked, hands digging into his lover's tits. (Which were VERY nice, by the way. Fire-themed top scars and everything...) Cathal fumbled for the remote and with a shaking hand, brought it to his mouth.
"Uh- well I wouldn't do that. You're the ones breaking the mandatory meeting rule." He said. They knew that it was a flimsy argument, but can't blame a Cog for trying!
"Bullshit- you're not there either!" Ah, dangit. "Fuckin'... pervert... I bet you're doing this on purpose!"
"D- doin' what?” Their voice broke with arousal, cock jumping as they've been found out. He couldn't decide if it was hotter if he wasn't found out or if he was known to be watching…
"Are- you getting off to this??" Flint was quick to ask, big beautiful eyes pleading into Cathal's. Fuck. Much better if they knew. His hand started stroking again, slowly.
".. 'nd if I was..?" Their voice was low, testing the two. The two looked at each other and spoke in low tones, soft enough so that the cameras couldn't hear.
"You can't tell anyone you saw us," Graham said, louder, "or we'll go straight to your dad! I bet he'll be so pissed his perfect little angel was a nasty pervert~" Oh- right in the fatherhood! Cathal grit his teeth and sighed into the mic.
"I wasn't plannin’ on it. You two are much more interestin’ than some borin’ meetin’... I don’t wanna ruin my show after all~." The two blinked, and Cathal could swear he saw Flint's fire glow a bit hotter- a touch more blue. Gotcha .
“Alright, fine! But keep quiet, I'm fucking my boyfriend, not you!" Graham growled, before starting to rut into his lover- unexpectedly it seemed, as Flint writhed, mewled, and grasped at Graham’s arms to keep steady. Cathal ran a finger along the slit of his cockhead, gathering precum as he did, and spread it all down his shaft.
“Deal." He said, to no one, as he put the remote on the armrest of his chair. He stroked in time with Graham's thrusts, the lean Cog making an unusually slow, teasing pace. They couldn't tell if it was for the Cog under him, or the Cog above.
It wasn't long before Flint made some demand to go faster, and the two sped up. Cathal moaned with each thrust of his own hips, imagining it was him fucking Flint intstead of Graham. Boy, he'd pay to see the look on that pretty boy’s face when he came home, busted from the Toons, only to see his worst nightmare in bed with his lover... The fantasy made the rising urge to cum ever more taught- like a line of wire pulled too tight.
Fuck… Oh cog- Cathal might cum before those two even get close- but he couldn't stop- it was too good--! They steadied their free hand on the armrest and started thrusting into their fist with earnest, moaning and growling with desire and lust- And before they knew it, they were blasting ropes onto the bare wood of his desk, his hand, and even his pants- which he neglected to pull down all the way. With heavy breaths he came down from his high, shuddering as he ran his fist over his cock one last time to make sure all his love was out.
“... that feel good, you little shit?" Graham’s tinny voice broke him from his stupor and his eyes shot open. Oh shit. He was totally pressing the mic on the remote when he came!!!!!!!!! Shit!!!!!!!!!! "I knew you were lazy… but a quick shot too- ack-" Graham was cut off from belittling (sexily) Cathal by Flint, who shook his head.
"I- I think it was k-kind of hot..!" The buff Cog said, hiding his face a bit. Always so shy, even during sex... Cathal sighed and removed his hand from the remote, only to click away from the lovers. He slapped a hand over his monitor in shame. Definitely never going to live that down now- Graham’s going to be on his case for MONTHS, if he’s lucky.
Speaking of Graham, there was a sudden knock at his door. Before Cathal could even start cleaning up and put his dick away, the man of the hour burst into his office, holding a naked Flint in his arms.
“Wh- hey!?” They squeaked as Flint was unceremoniously dropped into their lap. “What’re you doing?!” Hopefully Flint couldn’t feel him starting to chub up again…
“Well~,” Graham started, leaning over and looking Cathal in the eyes, “we decided, since you liked watching us soooo much, why not get a better view~?” Their eyes darted over to Flint’s, who was repositioning himself to be facing Cathal, straddling him.
“I-It was my idea… You sounded like you really liked it, and- um… I wanted to check to see if you were still all cool with it since you left so suddenly-” He rambled, hiding his face in Cathal’s suit a little. Warm…
“... Y-yeah. Yeah this is fine-!” They could hardly speak with how dry and worked up they were gettin’, but Cogs Above , they wouldn’t pass up something like THIS!
Flint smiled a little and fully seated himself on Cathal’s lap, his t-dick rubbing on the underside of their cock nicely. Graham gently inserted his cock into Flint’s wet cunt and started fucking into him, slow and never once taking his eyes off of Cathal’s screen. “Can- can I touch?” They asked, hands nervously gripping his seat. Flint gently took both their hands into his much larger ones and pushed them onto his chest. Ohhhh man… Squishy, with just a touch of firmness… Cathal’s cock twitched, just as a well timed thrust made Flint buck his hips. They couldn’t fight the little moan that brought out of him, but it seemed to make Graham thrust a little harder, a little faster too. Soon with every thrust he was making both Flint and Cathal make such sweet, desperate noises. Cathal felt like he was going to cum again, untouched. They only got a small word out before Graham stopped, grunting low and digging his teeth into Flint’s shoulder hard. Oh, he was cumming!
Graham pulled out of Flint, which made the Bossbot whine loudly. “N- nooo! Don’t stop, I- I was almost there!!” He turned and gave the Pacesetter a sad look.
“Oh, don’t worry dear, you’ve got Cathal to ride, don’t you?” Holy shit. Is this real life?? Did Cathal die and go to the big scrapyard in the sky??? Graham was willingly letting Cathal, of ALL Cogs, have his sloppy seconds??? Cathal had to bite a hand and take a few deep breaths, unless he cum before actually being able to do that.
“Okay! Yay! 💖” Flint purred before moving his hips to set Cathal inside himself. It… wasn’t scalding! It was just right, a perfectly wet, hot hole for Cathal’s dick. Flint started grinding down and bucking his hips, and Cathal could only hold onto his love handles as they were ridden fast and hard- so very intense and very different from how they thought their first time would be! But it was amazing. Cathal felt Flint’s cunt tighten and flutter around their cock as he came, a small lick of fire escaping from his mouth and grazing their CRTV screen. It was too much, and Cathal unloaded their second load of the day right into Flint’s double stuffed pussy. They felt lightheaded, warm and dizzy, but sooooo spent. It was a wonderful feeling. They passed out just as Flint started to stand.
When his systems finally rebooted, he was being carried home by his father. He blinked and sat up a little more in his dad’s arms, which got him to finally notice their awakening. “Ah, good morning Cathal!” He said, voice jovial as always. “I heard from Graham that you slept through the whole quarterly meeting.” There was a slight bite of disappointment, but his face remained a smile.
“Yeah… um. Sorry.” They said, lamely. Allan just shook his head and laughed.
“Oh, don’t you worry, you didn’t miss anything. If I could’ve, I would’ve fallen asleep watching it too! Mr. Hollywood would just not…” Cathal spaced out as his dad gave him the spark notes of the meeting, which was mostly gossip from the lower Cogs Allan had overheard. They settled into his arms as they finally made it home.
Yeah, you could say Cathal liked his job.