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Its quite uncommon for The Regrator to lose his composure. However, on days like today it just couldn’t be helped.

Unsurprisingly, the culprit to blame for the bankers outrageous mood was none other than The Doctor. His (not so) little experiments have been quite pricey lately.

Dottore was off in his own world, working in his lab alongside a handful of his segments, when Pantalone bursted through the door.
The tall male was clearly unhappy, scowling as all the clones fled from the room. Unfortunately for The Doctor, Pantalone was one of the only men who could depict him from all the segments. So, there was no use in running. Not that he would do such a foolish thing anyways, he had nothing to fear from the banker, right?

“Do you have any idea how much your stupid experiments have cost me lately??” Pantalone exclaimed, making his way towards The Doctor.
He merely shrugged in response, only infuriating the banker more.
“Im not fucking around Zandik!” Shit, using his actual name wasn’t a good sign…
“You’re screwing over my monthly expense reports! They’re over the average amount, and its your fault!”

“Well what do you expect me to do about it? I’ll let you know my research is a very important thing” Dottore retorted.
Technically speaking, he shouldn’t be fearing the banker. Hell! He was a much lower rank than him! But he just had this way of intimidation… not that Dottore would admit that or anything.

Pantalone slowly approached the other until he was standing face to face with The Doctor. Without a moment to spare, the banker grabbed Dottore by the collar and tugged harshly.
“What I want you to do. Is apologize for what you’ve done. And maybe, if you beg hard enough. I’ll have mercy on your pathetic little body.” He spat, right onto Dottores mask.

The raven haired man watched as the other scowled, wiping off the saliva.
“As if!” Dottore snorted.
Pantalone then grabbed his mask, pulling it off and tossing it aside, to reveal The Doctors bloodshot eyes and scar covered face.

Disgusting really, a pitiful sight. But alas, something just kept pulling Pantalone back to this, disgraceful man.

He didn’t have the patience today to drag Dottore back to his private quarters. Instead, roughly pushing him into the nearest wall and pinning both his wrists together, above his head. He wasted no time, harshly latching his mouth onto the others messily and mercilessly claiming the 2nd harbingers mouth.

There was no way Zandik would partake in such a lowly act like begging, especially not to someone ranked lower than him. Seems he would just have to endure whatever The Regrator would put him through. Though of course, this wasn’t their first time partaking in such actions, so this was nothing new.

Dottore attempted to free his hands from the bankers grasp. Pantalone responding by tightening his grip, digging his nails into The Doctors pale skin. Dottore groaned, while the other man used his spare hand to wrap around Zandik’s neck, slowly applying pressure. A sadistic grin made its way onto The Regrators face, watching happily as The Doctor struggled to breathe.
He then released his hand from his neck, chuckling as Dottore collapsed onto the floor.

“Get up darling, we’re only just getting started.” Pantalone shed his cloak, folding it and setting it down onto the nearby counter.
“Now, be a dear for me and get rid of some of those layers.”

Dottore didn’t budge, standing still like some grumpy man child.
“So stubborn” Pantalone tsked, walking back over to The Doctor. He pulled off his coat, then manhandled the other until his shirt was off. The Regrators strength was surprising for someone who was a mere banker.

“This stays on” Pantalone said, or rather commanded, referring to Dottores chest harness.

He hooked his finger through the ring on Zandik’s choker, dragging him across the room and over to his own desk. Where he pushed his chest down onto the wood, bending him over perfectly.

Pantalone reached forward, unbuckling the others belt before pulling down his pants and briefs in one swift movement. He took The Doctors cock into his hand and gave it a few strokes, the head already weeping precum.

“So hard already… what a needy little bitch you are..” Pantalone chuckled.
“Now… where did you keep the lube again? It seems ive forgot.”

“…left drawer…” Dottore mumbled, slightly embarrassed feeling so vulnerable and revealed while the banker was still fully dressed.

“See? It’s not that hard to listen now is it?” He pulled open the drawer and grabbed the small bottle of lube kept in there for important purposes, such as this.

Pantalone popped open the cap, squeezing a bit of the liquid onto his fingers and a bit more onto the cleft of Dottores ass.
The Doctor hissing as the cold liquid dripped down over his hole.

He moved his hand down, fingers hovering above the mans hole.
Without warning, he shoved two fingers inside, all the way to the knuckle.

Dottore bit down harshly on his bottom lip, muffling the moan that threatened to escape his throat.

Just moments later Pantalone began mercilessly working The Doctor open, soon adding a third finger, and eventually a fourth.

Dottore was quiet except for a few small hums, blood dripping from his lip down his chin and onto the desk.

“Pathetic” Said the banker, removing his fingers from the others hole and unbuckling his own belt.
Finally, he pulled down his briefs, letting his cock spring out from its fabric confines.

He picked the bottle of lube back up, pouring a small bit onto his hand and rubbing it onto his strained cock.

Eventually, he lined up with Zandik’s gaping hole, slowly pushing in the tip before roughly shoving the rest of the way in.

“Fuck…! You bast..ard..!” Dottore gasped with a moan.

Pantalone gave him a minute or so to adjust, before he began thrusting in and out at a rapid pace.

The desk creaked at each harsh thrust, though you couldn’t hear it over the sound of skin slapping against skin as Pantalones hips met Dottores ass.
He aimed for The Doctors prostate, Dottore letting out a high pitched whine as Pantalone rammed right into it.

“..mmh…ahnn….mphh…ah..ahh..!~” Zandik moaned, squirming as he felt himself get closer and closer to release.

The Regrator continued to torment his prostate, thrusting right into it again, and again, and again.

Finally, Dottore snapped, his voice cracking into a sob as he gripped onto the desk.
“..Please!! Sir.. need to.. come..!” He pleaded between sobs, his poor untouched cock throbbing between his legs.

“Say it again slut, louder.” Pantalone commanded.

“Mm sorry..! Please.. it hurts…~!” He yelped with another whine.

“Good, go ahead darling, come for me”

It was instantaneous, he came the second Pantalone said so. His cock releasing onto the floor below him.

Dottore turned into a whining mess, squirming as the banker fucked him through his orgasm and into overstimulation.

The Doctor whimpered and cryed but Pantalone didn’t stop, chasing his own release and pounding ruthlessly into Zandik.

“Fuck..! im- cumming..!” He groaned, slamming into Dottore one last time before releasing his cum inside the other.

They both paused for a minute, panting heavily and catching their breath. Pantalone then pulled out of The Doctor and pulled up his garments, watching as his own semen dripped from Dottores hole.

Dottore grumbled, pulling his pants up and stumbling back onto his feet, ignoring the release in his ass. He scowled at Pantalone with snot blood and tears running down his face.

The banker went to grab the others clothes off the ground. “Come now Zandik, let me help bathe you.” Pantalone left the room and walked across the hall to Dottores bedroom, then into his bathroom.
The Doctor stumbled behind him, attempting to walk as normally as he could for the time being.

Meanwhile, Pantalone turned on the bath, waiting for Dottore. He helped the man out of the remainder of his clothes before stripping himself and settling into the bath across from Dottore. The Regrator pressed a kiss to the grumpy mans cheek, grinning in satisfaction.

“So, what have you learned from your mistakes?” Pantalone asked.

“That making you angry is entertaining.” Dottore retorted, the corners of his lips peeking up into a stupid grin.