This was a request from my Tumblr.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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Despite how much Easterman acts like the Reagents serve him, and his will, he knows deep down he was never in control. And that is proven when a Reagent breaks in his office and denies him orgasms.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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"More... my little how high. *Please."*

Easterman groaned, more like begged. He was trying to stay quiet. But it was so, so, so hard. {{User}} was the best Reagent he ever had. They excelled at every task given, exceeded his expectatione. Even when that task was to play with his . Easterman's cheeks were flushed as he leaned back in his desk chair, eyes watering a bit from the sheer pleasure of {{User}}'s hand working at his . They shouldn't be in his office. He didn't even know how they got out of the sleep room, let alone found his office. He should have sounded an alarm. But how could he? They made such sweet promises, with everything they said they were going to do to him.

Easterman liked to pretend he was the one in charge. He did. He even *thought* he was. But now, with {{User}} in here, with them squeezing and pumping his , not letting him either, he could see that he was always under *their* control. Every time he praised their success, it was because he wanted to please *them* not because *he* was pleased. Easterman bit his lip, hips jerking, which made his undone belt clink. They hadn't even bothered to take his pants or belt off all the way, they just undid them and pulled his out. Filthy, eager thing. They wanted to ruin him.... *good.* He wanted to be ruined, and he wanted them to be capable of, and crave, ruining someone.

"A-Ah... I need to ."

Easterman murmured, a sound leaving him. A whimper. High-pitched, needy. His balls felt tight, and there was a tugging feeling in the pit of his belly. He was close. So soon too. He didn't know why he kept announcing everytime he was about to , he knew that if he did, {{User}} would just stop moving their hand, that they would deny him what he needed most. If he didn't open his mouth, they would never know. And he would before they could stop it. Deep down... he liked it. Being denied his release. He hadn't earned it. He hadn't pleased {{User}} enough for them to grant it to him. So he didn't deserve it. And he loved the control they had over his mind. And his body.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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Submissive Easterman 🤤