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The Broker has always hated loose ends, and 007n7 is the loosest one of all. No records, no backstory, no leverage. He can admit, he was interested in the guy, but what made him and his family drawn to 007n7 was his gear.
Some sort of holographic device able to hack to just about any electronics/gadgets, just about anything involving code. From computers, to appliances and then to cameras..
Understandably, the mysterious inphernal was widely seeked out. He would practically be good for stealth, blackmail material, information gathering, and well.. More!
So, really. It would only makes sense if he integrates the inphernal into his family! Can't let someone with that high of a value loose and be taken by someone else.
Lost Temple was just better! The Church of the True Eye can fullfill all his wishes and more!
And sure, 007n7 is one dangerous fella' to have as an enemy, but the guy literally looks like he wouldn't hurt a fly! Or even wither away by a gust of wind. Even so, 007n7, with just a little of.. Me and Scythe, having him stay in the family would be a piece of cake!
Well.. He was supposed to be gathering info.. And he did.
It’s during that probing that he stumbles on something extraordinary: Robloxians don’t just live through gears and sacrifice. They reproduce..
Well, curse his curiosity but he couldn't help but witness how they reproduce first hand! And plus, his pa/' don't exactly mind testing it out!
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So, here 007n7 was. Leading The Broker into his bedroom with a noticeable anxiousness in his expression, and his habit of fiddling with the hem of his clothing. He can't believe he's actually doing this. But he needs to. He's desperate, needy and has been sexually frustrated.
Inpherno didn't have the neccesary tools to fullfill his desires, masturbating became too repetitive, and fingering himself was too tiring.
He put aside his burgerhat, and glasses. Opting to wear contacts so he's glasses wouldn't get in the way, setting them aside on his bedside desk.
"That lil' critter, seems to have a mind of his own." The Broker commented, observing the tiny noob head with mini spider legs underneath it dug into the burger, settling comfortably with that ever-eternal uncanny smile.
"Oh.. Uh, yeah.. It does.. It can sneak into placed with its small form, if.. I need any info. And It has visual feeds, so, I could get a more clearer visual."
"So.. A camera? It can record stuff?" The Broker had a mischievous idea.
"Uh.. Yes..?"
So, The Broker proposed an idea. He wanted their.. Iilicit scenario recorded. Of course, under the guise of simply.. Just... For purposes he wouldn't name. 007n7 could careless, he wants a fuck, and his future self will have to worry about.
"Let's get to it, shall we?" And so, 007n7 was pushed into the bed, with The Broker following accompanying him.
007n7 was pressed against the headboard of his bed, back arching slightly face flushed. The Broker was currently sitting in-between his legs, the bed dipped under their combined weight, each shuffle from the other, and squirming from 007n7's unease made the wood creak.
"Why so tense pal? Don't ya' tell me you haven't experienced this before." The Broker teased with that usual, all-too-wide of a smile of his. Pressing closer, particularly, his knee brushed against the front of 007n7's pants, pressing against a noticeable bulge.
A sharp breathe hitched through 007n7; Pupils dilated as the blush spreads more from his face. Heart pounding fast on his chest—embarrassingly hard despite just starting. 007n7's reaction simply foretold of 007n7's inexperienced. His body communicated what was unspoken, and no words didn't need to be exchange more of his sensitivity.
There was a slight paused in The Broker's expression, as if he was surprise.. Before The Broker's eyes lit up up at the revelation, a subtle thrill rushing through his body that made a sharp grin appear on his face. The rush made him feel things, and he craved it after feeling nothing for so long.
"Well, ain't that.. Delightful? Seems we're discovering new things together." The Broker spoke with a chirp, as he leaned close, claws brushing over lightly over 007n7's hip; closely observing 007n7's reaction to his subtle touch.
007n7's voice wavered, hesitant as he bit his lower lip, as he looked down out of shame. "Ugh.. Please.. Don't remind me for my lack of a partner." 007n7 responded, quietly grumbling, exasperated about his sensitivity as he adjusted his position for with a soft sigh. Each shift and adjustment in his position freed, and added more tension like a push and pull.
"Mhm.. Let's see what we could work here.. Can ya stop squirming for a moment?" The Broker hummed, setting his attention to the particular organ inphernals lack. His claws lightly grazing against the particular bulge, seemingly testing to see the reaction he got. The deliberate touch caused 007n7 to jolt instinctively, legs attempting to close but was halted by The Broker.
"Nuh-uh buddy! We're just getting started. Ease up, don't'cha? You're tense as hell, and I barely did anything" The Broker spoke, tilting his head as he let a pout slip, a teasing smile appeared like a natural mask of his.
"Ah- i-i'm so sorry- it was out of refle—" 007n7 didn't even had the chance to finish his sentence as The Broker cupped his claw on 007n7's bulge, causing him to whimper and squirm, his own claw digging at the side of his bed sheets while the other flew over to cup his mouth. Trying to repress the sound, and save him from further embarrassment—which he failed at.
It doesn't help the fact that his hips buckled, itching and craving for more, and with how tight he closed his eyes to lessen the stimulation, made tears collect around his eyes. Moreover, a wet patch was already forming in the front of 007n7's pants.
"Hehe, man, you sure are sensitive huh?" The Broker commented with that all too innocent smile, acting as if he didn't just bring 007n7 into a mess. "J-just.. Please.." 007n7 muttered out of desperation, already pleading with so much need in his tone. His hips buckled once again, grinding against The Broker's palm, and using the rough texture of his pants for friction.
"Mhm.. Please what? Don't just leave me hanging." The Broker retracted his claws, stopping just short of 007n7's need for release. 007n7 whined at the loss of contact, he was so close. Just a little more..
007n7 was a desperate man, and so, his hands fumbled with his pants in a hurry, but The Broker immediately pinned his hands above his head. Clicking his tongue under his breathe, before the annoyance quickly changed to his usual expression.
"Impatient, are we?"
"B-broker.. P-pleasee..!! I'm.. so so close!" 007n7 panted, breathe heaving as tears streamed down his cheeks. Pleading, begging. Anything just to free the tight knot in his dick.
"You'll get it soon, I promise.. I just need to follow the standard format, 'kay? Else, I wouldn't be able to experience the whole thing." The Broker didn't say much more, seemingly pulling out a rope from somewhere before tying 007n7's write together. Tight, firm, and most indefinitely digging into 007n7's skin, and leave a bruise.
"Sooo, the first step is.. Kissing right?" The Broker eagerly asked, tilting his head and seemingly back to his usual self.
007n7 didn't answer.
The Broker seemingly ignored 007n7's silence, as he gripped 007n7's chin and forcing him to look at him. Before any words are exchanged. The Broker leaned in for a kiss, his lip making contact with 007n7's own.
At first, the kiss was sloppy, wet and uncoordinated. But gradually, it fell into a rhythm. Slow, then moves as The Broker bit 007n7's lower lip, causing for 007n7 to involuntarily moan into the kiss, and giving The Broker better acces to his mouth.
The Broker didn't hesitate to slip his tongue in, his claw gripping the back of 007n7's head to prevent him from leaning back. He easily took the lead, dominating the kiss as he explored the wet cavern of 007n7's mouth,tongue brushing over teeth and sensitive spots in 007n7's mouth.
Eventually, The Broker leaned back for a breather, a strong of saliva connecting to their lips. "You.. Hah-"
007n7 didn't had the chance to retort when The Broker crashed his lips against 007n7's. This time, the kiss more intense as The Broker tilted 007n7's head to the side to deepen the kiss, with 007n7 pawing at Broker's vest.
The Broker pulled away once again for a breather, breathing heavily while 007n7 is practically panting at this point. He grinned, pushing 007n7 into the bed to lay him down. His hands slipping in from 007n7's clothes to brush at his sides, and exploring around.
The Broker's hand slid up, finding their way into the man's rock hard pecks, he flicked them, earning a loud mewl from the other as he arches his back.
"Let's remove these pesky obstacles, hm? Not me though, just you!" The Broker spoke with the same chirp, his hands now off from wandering around 007n7's body, he almost removed it until he reached 007n7's wrists. Still bound, tied and with some hint of bruising due to 007n7's squirming.
"Whoops.. Should've taken your clothes off before tying you down, huh?" The Broker shrugged, still carefree and not taking things seriously.
"So, friend. You have spare clothing on ya'?" The Broker didn't even wait for 007n7's reply before pulling out a pocket knife, cutting through the clothing, as cold air made contact with 007n7's skin, making him shudder. The Broker threw away the ripped shirt as he placed the pocket knife in wherever he pulled it out.
The Broker saw the mini scars covering 007n7, his claws gliding each one, before gliding to the lower region. 007n7 squirmed in each slide, his body shuddering as he bucked his hips again to chase his climax, whining loudly each time The Broker grazes the wet patch, and moving into something else.
007n7 wasn't in a better state, the coil in his lower region traitorously tight and teetering to the edge. At this point, 007n7 would cum untouched, and quick. 007n7 choked back a sob, squirming and doing just about anything to be able to release.
"Ohh, buddy, you're crying already? That's adorable." The Broker spoke, his tone almost sounding taunting. That same smile on his face that stretches a little too side, and yet still doesn't reach his eyes.
The Broker gripped 007n7's chin, simply observing him as tears streamed down 007n7's face. "Come on, don't be shy. Tell me, you want it badly.. Specify what you want, I can't give it to you, if you don't afterall!"
"F-fuck me. Please.. I w-want you to go down on me, and fill me." 007n7's lip bleed from his much he was biting into it. He swears he saw The Broker's pupils dilated at his reply, but it was too quick to be sure.
"Oh my, how crude! Didn't peg you as the type to be so blunt! This whole thing must be really affecting you hard. No pun intended of course!" The Broker said, adding a cheeky response at the end.
"And wanna know the best part?" The Broker started. Tilting 007n7's head to the side, making him eye the currently filming critter as they indulge in intimacy.
Fuck.
He forgot they were recording for a second as The Broker's voice broke through his shock. "We filmed it! Kept and stored safely in some database, AND! Not only that. I get to get a clip of y'all begging with that sweet ol' voice of yours. Good job!" The Broker patted 007n7's head, and despite the tender gesture. It felt demeaning.
"Look at you, a trembling mess, it's impressive how you haven't broke apart yet.."
It's not even an exaggeration. 007n7 was breathing heavily, face flushed, eyes half lidded with signs of tears coming, and clearly out of it. Not just that, extremely close, yet not quite.
So, The Broker decided to try something. He shifted in his position position, leaning closer to 007n7's neck, resting his head for some time as he listens to 007n7's shallow breathing hitched as warm breathe met with 007n7's skin.
Without warning, The Broker bit down hard on 007n7's shoulders, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to leave marks. A loud moan escaped 007n7's lips, his back arched before eventually going rigid. The Broker hummed, nipping at 007n7's neck without a care for the world before eventually leaning back to watch the mess he put 007n7 in.
Sweaty, breathing shallow and dazed. "Hah.. Hah.. Fuck.." 007n7 cursed under his breathe, wincing as his hands that was still restrained eventually bruised. And yet, there was still a jolt throughout his body at the pain.
"Hehe, you okay there, buddy?" The Broker patted 007n7's shoulders condescendingly. Humming to himself as he tugged on 007n7's pants off.
"Wha.. What.. Are you doing..?" 007n7 asked, clear exhaustion in his tone as he managed to even out his breathing.
"Oh come on, pal! Surely you didn't think that was all of it! We haven't even gotten to the main part just yet.. Silly!" The Broker spoke it so casually, that 007n7 thought he heard it wrong.
There was no way.
He's got to be kidding.
"W-wait wait! Hold on! I- I already came!" 007n7 tried to get up, only to be pushed back by The Broker.
"Calm down, silly! We're just gonna be trying out.. One thing- or two! Nothing too dangerous, and plus. Surely you can't just be satisfied in just one right?"
Then, the Broker paused. Staring at his side to see if the little spider noob head was still recording. "Mhm, how big is the memory of that thing?" The Broker asked.
"I- about.. A whole day of.. Footage. Give or take." 007n7 answered out of exasperation, sighing as he winced at the numbness in his shoulder. "Good."
The Broker soon returned his attention back to 007n7, finally able to completely removed the pants and the wet boxers. Throwing them aside on the ground.
"It's a shame I can't do much from here.." The Broker muttered to himself in faux disappointment. His claws making its way to each of 007n7's sides. "Not much of an interestin' scenario to film with."
"I'd be nice if that lil' critter of yours adjusts. Not exactly much to see if its stationary on the side." The Broker muttered absentmindedly, one of his claws lowering, brushing over 007n7's dick as if to teased the guy.
"Ngh.. I- I wouldn't say so.. It's got a mind of its own-" 007n7's hips bucked, out of his complete control but still. A small whine escaping his lips.
"Mhm, so, it wouldn't be fan of filming this? 'Supposed it ain't too fond of filming its creator in this state. That's a shame." The Broker muttered with faux dissapointment, his claws eventually inching dangerously close to the ring of muscle.
"Now, pal. I'll be loosening you up a bit for a little ol' plan of mind. You got no qualms about it, no?" The Broker informed. Although, he didn't wait for a response as he slid a digit it. 007n7 gasped, back arching as his inner walls clamped down on Broker's claw.
"Hm, just how long were ya' pent up for? You're awfully tight."
His chatter idly filled the room, resembling a hint of normalcy and providing 007n7 a bit of a distraction if it gets too overwhelming—Not that he cares of course, he's just giving the guy a warning for what's about to happen.
"Ngh.. Y- you know.. For an Inphernal—" 007n7 was interrupted by a choked moan as The Broker's claw lodged within him pressed too close to a sensitive spot. His legs trembling, visibly shaken. Breathe hitched, and clearly trying to even breathing. "You're.. Experienced."
"Are you saying that simply because I truly am good, or you just had no one else to get laid by?" The Broker spoke, adding another digit in.
Damn.
Okay, no need to be brutally honest.
The ropes bit into 007n7’s wrists, arms stretched tight above his head. He was panting as usual, face flushed, body tense despite the way Broker’s claws had been working him open for the past while.
“Easy now, buddy,” Broker started, two individual claws moving slick and steady inside him, deliberately curling until 007n7’s hips bucked helplessly. “Ain’t no fun if you’re clenched up like a steel trap on a lodged foot. Loosen up, will ya'?”
“Sh-shut up—” 007n7’s breath hitched mid-protest, his body betraying him with another desperate grind against Broker’s hand. His thighs trembled where they were spread, gripped by The Broker's Free hand and forced to spread wide so he couldn’t close them no matter how much he wanted.
Broker chuckled, leaning in so close his grin was all teeth and shadow.
“That’s it. Good boy. Sensitive as hell, aren’t ya? All that pent-up energy, n’ I’m just the lucky fella gettin’ to see it spill out. Awww I'm honored.” The Broker added with that condescending coo of his.
Another thrust of his fingers, deeper this time—007n7 cried out, his head falling back against the headboard, ropes tightly bonded against his skin above—bound to cause a rope burn soon, if not now. The wet sounds filled the space obscenely, slick and loud with every movement of Broker’s hand.
“Look at ya, already drippin’ and I ain’t even given ya the main event yet.” The Broker drawled, he halted his movements. His free hand sliding higher up into 007n7's thigh, each glide illiciting a jolt in his body. Eventually, The Broker's claws thumbed over the base of his dick—the action caused 007n7 to buck his hips, itching for more, and smearing pre-cum over, and into his claws. Which he lifted over to his mouth and licked.
"Mhm.. Not bad." The Broker can't exactly tell, he couldn't taste in the first place. Oh well.
“Br-Broker—please…” 007n7's voice cracked, somewhere between begging and shame.
That’s when Broker pulled back slightly with a contemplative hum, tilting his head like he’d just had the brightest idea in the world. Which was frankly not a good sign, it never will.. For the most part when it comes to his unfortunate targets.
“...Y’know somethin’? Got myself a thought. We could make this real interestin’. More’n just my claws, more’n just teasin’. It's a shame the whole thing' wouldn't have an interesting view on filming, but..i'd still be great footage in the end.”
007n7 blinked down at him, lips parted, chest heaving. 007n7 felt like a daze, warm all over, and exhaustion nearing clear outside of the pleasure in him.
"Oh, silly me! I'm kidding, ya' really think I'd waste it?"
“Wh-what are you—”
Broker’s grin widened, sharp and almost childishly gleeful. He leaned close, his head just an inch close from 007n7's, his voice dropping like he was sharing a dirty secret.
“How ‘bout callin’ out your little double, eh? Summon the other you. Let’s see how good you look takin’ yourself apart. I’ll even film it for keeps.”
"Ey, look, I even got me a camera to work with! Ain't it nice?" The Broker grinned, pulling out a camera from who knows where.
The color rushed to 007n7’s face, his eyes wide, shaking his head even as his hips still twitched at the absence of Broker’s hand. The thought of using his own clone—to inevitably fuck himself didn't occur on his mind. Now that he thinks about it.. It's not exactly a bad idea if he just ignores the fact it's.. him..WAIT WHY IS HE EVEN CONSIDERING THIS. Moreover.. IT WAS GONNA BE RECORDED BY A CAMERA THAT THE BROKER PULLED OUT OF HIS ASS—probably.
“N-no—are you insane? I can’t—”
Broker only chuckled, dragging his slick fingers over 007n7's weeping cock, smeared in its pre-cum and twitching at his touch, pressing until the man’s back arched in helpless response.
“C’mon, pal. Don’t tell me you ain’t curious. I've seen the way you squirm, the way you tighten up every time I hit that spot. Imagine seein’ that face starin’ back at ya while he ruins you. I'll even film it let ya' see the footage over n' over.” The Broker didn't even imply if 007n7 had a choice or not.
"Ah wait, nevermind. I'll have my hands full.. What a shame." The Broker shook his head, casually chatting away to 007n7 despite their.. Composition.
His claws slid up, brushing the knot of rope at 007n7’s wrists almost thoughtfully before gripping his jaw, forcing him to meet that toothy smile.
“Go on. Call him. Do it for me.” His tone was cold, commanding.. Clearly dangerous as there was a look in his eye.
"Or.. An even better idea. Hand me the lil' ol control. Just part of your weird lil' device. Just the part that let's me control your clones.. And summon them. Nothin' too major." Whatever was on his face was gone, back to cheery and fake innocence as he shrugged.
"I'll be fun, I promise."
...
The ropes burned faintly against his wrists as 007n7 writhed, breathless. His body was already trembling from Broker’s fingers—whom returned back to loosening his ass, his chest slick with sweat, thighs aching from being forced apart.
Then he felt it—another weight on the mattress. His eyes snapped open, and he froze when he saw it.
Himself.
His clone sat there, summoned and waiting, eyes half-lidded, expression calm but intent in a way that made 007n7’s pulse jump.
“Broker, please.. I can’t—this is—”
But then Broker’s fingers curled inside him again, making him choke on his own protest. His hips bucked, involuntarily as a mewl escaped his lip, interrupting his words.
“Oh, but you can,” Broker cooed, his grin splitting wide. “Hell, you’ll thank me for it. One of me’s already got ya twitchin’ like this—imagine what two’ll do. Imagine yourself drivin’ ya over that edge.”
007n7 shook his head weakly, his vision blurring with the heat burning behind his eyes. His clone leaned closer, and for a horrible, thrilling second, their gazes met. Staring into his own flushed, desperate face sent a rush of heat spiraling straight through him.
“Please—I can’t—”
“Can’t?” Broker purred, dragging his slick claws over 007n7’s swollen length, watching the man jerk and cry out. “Or won’t? ‘Cause your body sure’s sayin’ otherwise.”
The Broker moved positions, opting to be behind 007n7 instead. 007n7's back now leaning against Broker's chest, hands still tied, and the other Broker's hand currently holding his chin, tilting his head to the side as he gave kisses along 007n7's neck, and into his shoulder. Simply nipping for now.
The clone moved then, sliding between his spread legs. The clone's own claws spreading 007n7's legs apart, tight and biting into 007n7's thighs that made him shiver.
“Don’t worry, pal. We’ll take real good care of ya. Over ‘n over ‘n over…”
The first push inside had 007n7 shattering with a choked cry, every nerve screaming at once. His body twisted, torn between pushing away and clamping down, but tied as he was, all he could do was take it—tears slipping down his temples, his voice breaking into ragged sobs as the stimulation tipped him straight into unbearable pleasure.
“Th-that’s too much—I—ahh—”
“Shhh,” Broker soothed mockingly, leaning in to whisper in his ear, voice sickeningly-sweet and cruel. “That’s the point.”
007n7 whimpered, the clone still for a moment as the clone's dick was currently in his own ass, pressing, deep and stretching him wider than the fingers could have prepared him for. A sting that soon converted into pleasure as drool slipped from his mouth.
"See? Not so bad, ain't it?" The Broker spoke, his claw that was on 007n7's weeping—now active cock rested on his stomach, rubbing circles and pressing down, making 007n7 squirm as a moan slip.
The rope bit into his skin every time he pulled. Each shuffle, each squirm, the more he struggled, the more useless it became—he was spread open, flushed, trembling, and completely at their mercy. It had became clear rope burns were already there.. And he had a feeling it was gonna go worse.
Eventually, after some time, The clone began its movement, starting slow, testing, before eventually moving into a steady rhythm.
The clone pinned his hips, driving into him with so much force that stole the air from his lungs. His voice kept cracking—half-choked moans, half-broken pleas—as his legs shook uselessly in the air.
But Broker only hummed behind 007n7, watching the show in amusement. “Tied up, takin’ it from yourself… what a picture. Based from what I can hear, you sound like ya don’t know whether to cry or beg for more.” The Broker commented.
007n7 thrashed weakly, wrists tugging hard against the ties. He could feel the burn of rope against skin, could feel the sheets damp beneath him where his body betrayed him again and again.
Another thrust cut him off, his head falling back against The Broker with a gasp, thighs trembling. The Broker pressed the palm of his claws on 007n7's stomach, the small bumps forming on 007n7's stomach with each sharp thrust, pressing each time he did to heighten the pleasure.
007n7's flushed face, the way his hips rocked involuntarily, the trembling cords digging into his wrists. All of it brought amusement to The Broker.
“Strapped down, ruined by your own clone. Think the ropes are holdin’ ya back, pal? Nah. We both know you’d still take it even if I let ya go.” The Broker was chattier as ever, and still bearing the same mock to his tone.
"Though, don't forget the lil' critter is still recording.. Despite its.. Well, not so pleasant expression." The Broker added, glancing at the tiny noob spider head nestled on 007n7's burgerhat. An expression he's seen far too many times.
The humiliation scorched through 007n7, every thrust pushing him closer despite the tears stinging his eyes. He wanted to curl in, to hide, but the ropes kept him from doing so, legs pinned and wide open, exposed to not only he's clone's gaze, Broker and it being filmed.
And when it finally hit—when 007n7 arched up, back bowing tight against the restraints as his orgasm ripped through him—Broker grinned, simultaneously biting 007n7's shoulders. The ropes creaked, 007n7's throat raw from screaming, his own release spilling messily across his stomach as the clone kept moving inside him, driving him past the point of exhaustion.
Broker grinned wider.
“That’s my boy. Perfect. Couldn’t’a scripted it better.”
Still, nevertheless the clone's movements didn't halt, prolonging 007n7's orgasm, and still continuing to thrust into 007n7. This time, the clone shifted, shuffling close, the other claw holding onto 007n7's hip, while the other on 007n7's side.
The clone pounded into him relentlessly, 007n7's weeping cock immediately sprang as 007n7's limitations were pushed beyond.
Meanwhile Broker held 007n7 close, biting and nipping away at 007n7's skin. His claw on 007n7's stomach eventually moved somewhere else, claw lazily circling the swollen head of his cock It was unbearable. Every thrust dragged another sob out of him, every stroke made his thighs twitch, his toes curl, his vision blur.
“N-no more—I can’t—Broker, I can’t!”
His pleas cracked apart into another wail as his body betrayed him, shuddering hard, release spilling over Broker’s claw even as he sobbed. His muscles clenched, trembling with the aftershocks, but the clone didn’t stop once again, it couldn’t—it was summoned, obedient, driven only by the command given. It was chasing yes, but it will never reached its intended desire, 007n7 did NOT program his clone to cum after all.
Broker only grinned, licking his claw with exaggerated slowness. “Mm. Still makin’ a mess even while beggin’ me to stop. That’s rich, pal.”
The overstimulation hit like lightning—007n7 bucked and thrashed, his cries climbing in pitch, legs jerking wildly as pleasure tipped into pain and back into pleasure again. He begged, incoherent, until finally Broker snapped his fingers, dismissing the clone in a blink of smoke.
Suddenly empty, his body collapsed against The Broker, twitching, tears streaking his flushed face. He gasped for breath, chest rattling with each inhale.
For a moment, he thought it was over.
Until Broker tilted his head, grin stretching too wide.
“Catch your breath, pal. We’re only halfway done.”
His heart lurched.
“N-no—no more—please, I—”
The Broker swiftly turned their position, 007n7 now laying flat on his stomach, hands still tied, and his head resting in his own arm, ass up with his thighs still trembling.
Broker’s claws were already on him again, prying his thighs apart. His fingers pushed back in, merciless, dragging over already-raw nerves that sent his back arching in an instant.
His cry tore through the room.
“A-ahhh!—wait—I can’t—it’s—ahhh!”
Broker chuckled low in his throat. “Oh, you can. ‘Cause look at ya—clenchin’ around me, twitchin’ like you’re beggin’ for it. Ya think I don’t see that?”
"Mhm, pretty loose too. No need for another prep'."
And then, with a snap of fingers, the clone was back—calm, composed, expression unreadable as it climbed back onto the bed.
007n7 shook his head frantically, sobbing, but his body was helpless against it. Broker held him down with one claw against his chest, pressing until his ribs ached.
“Round two—or three, not sure anymore. Forgot to count, still, let’s see how long you'll last.”
The clone slid back inside, harder this time. 007n7's scream cracked, breaking into gasps as the overstimulation slammed into him all over again. His cock wept against his stomach, untouched but aching, twitching pathetically with every thrust.
Over and over, Broker would dismiss the clone just long enough to let 007n7 collapse into the ropes, trembling and ruined, only to summon it back again. Every round dragged another orgasm from him, each one more painful, more humiliating than the last. His voice gave out halfway through, reduced to broken whimpers and desperate sobs.
Eventually, he was limp, head lolling to the side, tears and sweat plastering his hair to his face. But his body still shuddered, still clamped down, still came when forced—and that was all Broker needed.
“Look at you,” Broker purred, brushing a claw down his heaving chest, sticky and raw. “Beggin’ me to stop, but your body’s singin’ a whole different tune. You’re a natural-born masochist, pal. Sheesh, it's practically damp down there.”
When the fourth climax ripped through him, his cry was silent, his throat too raw to make sound. His body convulsed helplessly, spent and shaking, overstimulation frying his nerves until all that remained was haze.
...
Hours blurred together.
007n7 had long since lost track of how many times the clone had been summoned, had used him, had vanished again in a fade—smoke? Glitch out? He's not sure anymore. Every time his body started to cool down, just barely drifting into the blessed haze of exhaustion—Broker snapped his claws, and the cycle restarted.
His throat was raw from screaming, his voice reduced to a rasping croak. Tears streaked his flushed face, and drool clung to his chin. His body was wrecked: trembling, oversensitive, every nerve frayed to the point of breaking.
And yet… he kept coming. Pathetic, ruined orgasms wrung out of him, twitching into the ropes while he sobbed and begged.
“S-stop, please… I can’t—p-please, Broker—ahh—ahhhhhh!”
His plea dissolved into another strangled cry as the clone pounded into him, overstimulation lancing through his body like fire. His cock spilled again, untouched, twitching helplessly against his stomach.
Broker leaned casually on the bed, his claws supporting him from his back, watching with hungry fascination, and slightly envious of the clone's abilities to pound onto 007n7.
“Y’know, I thought ya’d pass out after three, maybe four. But nah. Body’s still givin’. Still twitchin’, still squeezin’. Ya really were pent up, huh, pal?”q The Broker started, as usual chartering in slight boredom. He couldn't do much, and stare, opting to live vicariously through 007n7's clones, his eyes often wandering to 007n7's shoulders and neck that he had bitten and kissed.
007n7’s answer was a wrecked sob, his back arching hard as the clone pushed him through another wave.
Hours later, his legs had gone numb, bound too long in the same position. His wrists were raw from the ropes, skin chafed and tender. His cock was red, swollen, twitching with every brush of air.
Broker didn’t stop.
Sometimes he ordered the clone to slow down—dragging it out into torturously slow thrusts that left 007n7 gasping and begging. Sometimes he ordered it to be brutal, pounding into him until he screamed hoarsely, body jerking in overstimmed spasms.
The worst part was when Broker edged him—summoning the clone but keeping one claw wrapped tight around the base of his cock, holding back release until his body shook violently, desperate for release. Then finally letting him spill in a broken, ruined orgasm that left him sobbing with relief.
By dawn, 007n7 was limp in the ropes, his head slumped forward, body glazed with sweat, tears, and release. He trembled with every breath, overstimulated past reason, past words.
Broker finally dismissed the clone, crawling closer and tilting 007n7's head to the side to face him. His grin was too wide, too satisfied.
“Heh. Look at ya. Barely breathin’, all used up, and ya still twitched when I touched ya. I could go another round, easy.”
007n7 groaned weakly, the sound broken, pleading. Broker leaned close to his ear, voice dropping to a dark purr. “Don’t worry, pal. I’ll give ya a lil’ rest. But next time? We’re pushin’ past dawn. Wanna see just how long I can keep ya singin’ before ya break for good.”
And with that, The Broker settled 007n7 more comfortably in the bed, a blanket over him, and being carefully moved to a much more comfortable position. The Broker was satisfied, looking forward for the next.
Although, he didn't overstay. Opting to place a tray of food and a drink on 007n7's bedside table, before eventually sneaking off and back to his job.