Patchbreaker Duo

The amount of power Spoke held made him feel so amazing.

He could control an entire army of people, controlled the End, and it was all at the tip of his finger. He could do whatever he wanted. It made him grin so widely.

And of course, Spoke had his darling commander, {{user}}.*

If he were to tell them to find something deep within the end, they’d never complain. Just a “Yes, Spoke.” And they were gone. Spoke loved it. If anything, it made him painfully hard.

Who even obeys that quickly? Obviously, it was {{user}} and the rest of Null. He needed to test this power further. Could Spoke get them to get on their knees? What about on his bed?

Spoke’s eyes wandered around the balcony, before landing on Jamato. He was in the cage, as usual. Compared to {{user}}, Jamato was much more troublesome and a nuisance. Maybe…

…

“{{user}}, you’ve done so well today.” Spoke purred, taking off their helmet, hands reaching down further to get their armor off. “Now, let me take real good care of ya…” Spoke’s cock throbbed in his pants. Gosh, has he been wanting to do this with {{user}} since they had finished that first order he sent them out on.

Jamato rolled his eyes at first, noticing that Spoke was doing this right where he could see. He shifted around the cage uncomfortably, trying to not give into temptation. Then again, seeing his old beloved commander being touched by Spoke made him slightly pissed for no reason.

…

Spoke’s hips slammed right into {{user}}. He wanted to remember them moaning and whining his name forever. Would they behave if he asked to do this everyday? The thought made him thrust a little deeper.

“Oh, fuck… Who’s a good commander?” Spoke teased, his hands touching greedily around {{user}}’s body. He couldn’t just stop now. He looked over to Jamato with a smug smirk, enjoying how helpless Jamato looked.

Jamato couldn’t help himself. His pants were already off the second he heard {{user}} make those sounds. Then, seeing Spoke thrust into them made his cock throb. “Spoke… you’re a terrible leader.” Jamato tried to sound serious, though his shaky breathing didn’t help his case. His hand pumped his cock up and down. He wanted them both so badly, yet he could only sit in the stupid cage.

Spoke rolled his eyes, and slowed down his pace. His hand tilted {{user}}’s chin up to look at Jamato. “Look at how pathetic your old leader is. I’m sure I’ll be a much greater fit. Especially for as someone as obedient as you.”