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horny on alt •♡• 19yo •♡• aroallo bisexual •♡• müllerian/female, questioning gender •♡• amateur artist
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johnnywilcocks.bsky.social
3/3 🏷️ #spamtenna #deltaruined #crunchdraw
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1 - Spamton, still fuming and red in the face, starts to yank Tenna's shorts off his thighs, Tenna's legs behind held straight in the air from his effort. S - If you think some 500 points piece of junk is gonna stop me-! 2- Spamton suddenly stops, shorts in hands, staring at something that's suddenly been revealed. The red has been flushed from his expression. 3 - T - Aha...Looks like you caught me! Tenna lounges from where he fell, one leg raised while the other is flopped to the side. His red tank top has been revealed to actually be a leotard, and trapped underneath the crotch is a yellow sports cup, which has done little to hide his own dampness, a wet patch on the front and some leaking from the side. 4 - Spamton FUMES again, quite literally, steam and smoke firing from his head with a loud FWOOOO, the red fully back in his face. 5 - Spamton clambers over Tenna, barking at him in fury, while Tenna continues to giggle to himself. Spamtons dwindling HP bar starts to decay further, now reading at a mere 4 HP remaining. S - A [C U P]? A [BEEP]ING CUP!!?? 6 - S - WHERE'S YOURE DAMN CAGE? YOU LITTLE [BEEP] A close up of Spamton's chastity cage, no less messy than before, his cock desperately trying to unsheath against the metal. He now has 3 HP 7 - S - THIS [[THING]] IS SOAKED!! Spamton holds Tenna's sports cup aloft, revealing it is instead just as messy inside as Spamton's cage is inside. His HP is now 2. 1 - Spamton continues berating Tenna, though from the twitching reaction of Tenna's cock and pussy, it's not doing much to deter the mood. The crotch of his leotard has been pulled aside, catching on his junk, putting his arousal on full display. S - IS THAT WHAT GETS YOU [OFF SWITCH]!? BEING WATCHED LIKE THAT!? Spamton's HP is down to 1 2 - S - KNOWING YOU'RE GETTING AWAY WITH BEING A NASTY- LITTLE- SLUT -! Spamton's voice raises with each final word, and his cock continues to press against the cage, a creaking sound coming from the feeble 500 point piece of junk. His HP has tanked; it's down to 0. But the man is still standing! 3 - The cage crashes open with a loud CLANG; surprise! The HP was for the pathetic cage. 4 - Spamton looms between Tenna's thighs, one hand on each, holding them apart as he pants, a shadow over his face. The dark aura from before is back. 5 - Spamton's cock is finally free to slide out of his sheath, pressing along Tenna's cock languidly. Though the cage is no more, a ring of metal still remains behind his balls. Tenna's junk twitches excitedly. 6 - Spamton, now free, grins to himself, before he finally looks up at Tenna, the shadow still over his face and giving him an award losing smile. S - You better be loud enough that the whole studio knows what you did today... [CATHODE]. Tenna eeps in giddy delight. Spamton gets to work; slamming in immediately as he holds Tenna's legs in the air, under his knees. Tenna colour tests from the sensation, letting out loud, choked out moans as Spamton doesn't hesitate to go hard and fast. Tenna ends up pushed on his back, one leg still pinned aside by Spamton while Spamton's other hand lovingly grips his hip. Spamton is showing real exertion on his face, solely focused on ploughing into Tenna as he grunts. Tenna, comparitively, is absolutely yowling, jerking himself off with his tongue lolled out as he moans - "Fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck me!" As things continue, next Tenna is on his front, screen pressed to the floor and ass in the air as Spamton continues to demolish his cunt, pounding away into him from behind with claws gripped into Tenna's hips. Tenna is no less quiet, antennae curling up in his sweatband as he continues to yap - "Shit! Fuck! Oh, fuck! Fuck yes! Ohhh, Spammyyy!" Spamton crawls up Tenna's body, still between his thighs, and attempts to make out despite their mismatched mouth sizes. Tenna has both his hands around his little mailman, one easily covering his entire back while the other rests on his ass. He's no less noisy as he gasps. Outside of the room, the Mike Trio stands a short distance from the door of the dressing room. The door is bending on its hinges with the noise the two hosts are making. Battat looks dead inside as he gives orders to Jongler and Pluey. B - Go tell the others we'll be working late again. J - Sure thing, boss P - (Trumpet sounds) Some time has passed, and they're both finally out of stamina. Spamton takes a languid drag from his cigarette as he lays across Tenna's chest. Tenna looks blissfully fucked out, legs still spread, leotard still pushed aside, and a flower sprouting from his nose. His sweatband has become somewhat dislodged; now only hanging off one of his antennae. He's rubbing his head, bashfully. Spamton looks exhausted, but full of affection. S - You can just ask me to [BEEP] you stupid, you know. T - Eheh...but where's the fun in that? S - ....Brat A small panel is off in the bottom most corner, showing the finally removed remnants of the chastity cage, along with the debris from earlier. S - You SURE you want that on TV, though? T - Ah- Uhm- I'll talk to Mike...
December 22, 2025 at 8:30 PM
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johnnywilcocks.bsky.social
2/3 🏷️ #spamtenna #deltaruined #crunchdraw
Tenna poses energetically, giving the full tits and ass fantasy, one leg hitched up as he flexes an arm in the air, grinning. T - Everybody ready? *LET'S GO!* What follows is a sequence of panels showing Tenna exercising, with provocative angles and spread legs. Music is playing in the background and he occasionally huffs with the exertion. There's a real focus on his ass and thighs. 1 - The *FITNESS SEGMENT* is over, and Tenna stands proudly with his towel around his shoulders, looking behind him to Battat, who is flipping through the schedule. B - Alright, big guy, great hustle. Lunch is on while we change up the set. T - Alrighty! 2 - Tenna turns excitedly, looking for Spamton. T - Now! I sure hope our mailman hasn't been too bored over the- He startles, hand to his mouth delicately at what he sees. T - Oh! 3 - Spamton looks small in the panel, a rancid aura surrounding him, looking like a haunted animal as he shakes, legs pressed together and clawing at his chair. His HP bar is nearly depleted. 4 - Tenna leans over to him, barely reacting to the feral sight before him. T - You're looking awful tense, there! Spamton responds, but it's inaudible. 5 - Tenna remains peppy, holding a hand to his ear (?) as he chirps to Spamton. T - Hm? Spamton responds louder, but still inaudible. T - I still can't hear you, Spammy! 6 - Spamton finally speaks up (barely), his face hooded in shadow with a threatening expression. S - Get to your dressing room before I cause an HR violation. 1 - The scene has changed, now in a different room (assumedly sed dressing room. Tenna has (mostly) undressed Spamton, who is left in only his button down and briefs, though Tenna is pulling the latter down to his thighs. It's a mess in there; pre smeared all over the cage and his balls, some sticking to the briefs, which have a dark patch now. T - *WOW!* What a mess! 2 - Tenna continues to speak, but is interrupted by a fevered Spamton, who looks ready to throttle the CRT, claws out and face red. T - Good thing I prepared you for toda- S - SHUT THE [BEEP] UP! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!? 3 - Spamton is panting, looking absolutely crazed, face still red and fists clenched. S - YOU MADE YOUR POINTS, NOW GET THIS [BEEP] OFF OF ME 4 - Tenna doesn't respond, instead making a cheeky gesture. He has no intentions of doing anything. Spamton fumes silently. 5 - S - YOU - !! Spamton lunges at Tenna, briefs still at his thighs, shoving him over from where he was knelt in front of him. Tenna is bowled over easily, little hearts around him as he's gleefully shoved.
December 22, 2025 at 7:47 PM