(Includes: Overstimulation, degrading, cnc [consensual non-consenting; basically consenting to acting like they didn't consent], slight bondage.)

Ink peppered kisses onto Error's face as his hands worked around them, making sure he didn't get too touchy. He didn't want to trigger his haphephobia, after all.

Ink pulled away from Error's mouth, smiling at him warmly. He trailed his hands down from Error's shoulders to his waist, the tips of his fingers as light as butterflies. Ink got up from the chair and took a few steps back, admiring his work. He'd woven the rope around Error's ankles and wrists, keeping him bound to the chair. He made sure they weren't too tight. He didn't want to hurt his glitchy. But they had to be tight enough to keep him bound to the chair, otherwise they were just a prop.

"Are you comfortable?" Ink asked him, hands behind his back.

"Of CoUrSe. I wOnDeR wHaT yOu'Re PlAnNiNg, ThOuGh," Error hummed. "If YoU wAnTeD tO rIdE mE, tHaT's AlL yOu HaD tO sAy."

Ink let out a soft and innocent set of giggles when Error said that. He couldn't deny that riding his master sounded like fun, but that wasn't what he had planned. He was tired of this power play that Error always used. Always telling Ink when he could or couldn't cum. Always talking down to him. Ink wanted to make Error suffer the inability to cum as well.

Ink walked back up to him and grabbed onto his shorts, shimmying them down from Error's hips to his mid-thighs. He grabbed onto Error's dick and, instead of running his hand up and down or opening his mouth, he reached into his pocket. He pulled out something that was enclosed in his hand, making eye contact with Error. Error raised a brow bone at the odd action, his curiosity rising.

"Hm? WhAt'S tHaT, bAbY?" He asked, watching as Ink brought his closed hand closer. "ArE yOu GiViNg Me A pReSeNt?"

"You can call it that," Ink purred in response.

Ink slid it onto Error's cock and backed away again, once he was certain that it was on there. Error looked down and, upon realizing that it was a cock ring, grew a bit irritated. There was no need for that. Besides, wouldn't it hurt Ink? It wasn't like a condom or even like a dildo-- to his knowledge, Ink had never had a cock ring inside of his ecto-body. Error looked up to make eye contact with Ink, but seeing that innocent expression in his eyes, he worried for a moment that perhaps Ink didn't know.

Error watched as Ink started to remove his clothes. Starting with the brown jacket that dropped to the floor, followed by his white undershirt. Even with it on, Error could just faintly make out the hints of red underneath the white fabric. But seeing the red lace bra with the shirt removed was a different visual. He took notice of the small bounce his ecto-breasts made he pulled his shirt up and over the bra, and how the leash of the collar around his neck fit perfectly in his cleavage. He hooked his thumbs on the insides of his pants and pulled them down, revealing the matching red lace panties he was wearing. He stepped out of the discarded pants and moved them to the side with his foot, turning around. Error watched, blush darkening, as Ink pulled his panties down with his backside facing Error. As he dragged his panties down to her ankles, Ink bent his upper body down, looking between his legs and back at Error.

Everything about his body was exposed to the cold air of the bedroom and to Error's eyes. The rainbow colors of Ink's ecto-body, the subtle bounce of his breasts when he moved, and the lovely ecto-pussy between his legs. Ink stood up again and reached behind his back, undoing the clasp of the bra and throwing it off to the side. When he turned back to face Error, he was truly on display for his eyes. The best part was that Ink didn't look uncomfortable at all with having his body on a naked display for him to see. But... Error was usually the one who undressed Ink.

Ink could tell just by looking at his face that the glitch was a bit bothered by this unexpected turnaround. He could see how Error wanted to reach out and touch his ecto-body. He couldn't help smile and chuckle lightly. His glitchy always did look so adorable and goofy when he was flustered and angry like this. Ink looked over at the box off to the side of the room, happily walking over and rummaging around in it. Error craned his neck to try and see better, wondering just what his little pet was up to.

"Master, look at what I found~!" Ink walked back with a large vibrator tool in hand. "I wonder how this one feels?"

"KiKi," Error began, using his pet name. "We TaLkEd AbOuT tHiS."

"Oh, did we?" He asked, batting his eyelids. "I don't remember that~."

Ink sat down on the floor of the room and spread his legs out. He used his thumb to turn the toy on, and they both heard it whir to life as the tip of it started to vibrate. Right now it was on the lowest setting. Ink checked that before putting it up against his ecto-pussy, in clear view for Error. While the glitch was annoyed that his little pet was doing this without his permission, he had to admit that it was hot. He couldn't wait to fuck him hard as payback for his disobedience.

"Oh.... oh it feels so good...." Ink moaned as he turned the speed dial up a notch. 

A cry came from his mouth as he turned the speed of the vibration toy up. He took notice of Error's new erection, his deep blue ecto-penis standing up. He could hear the soft moans coming from Error as he watched Ink play with himself. Ink, liking the power he felt from the other's helplessness, reached up and cupped one of his boobs in his hand. Squeezing it and toying with the nipple as he shoved the toy in further.

"Did I do that to you, master?" Ink cooed teasingly, feigning innocence despite knowing the answer. "Maaaaster~!"

Ink continued to moan out Error's title as he thrusted the toy in and out of his ecto-pussy. It was becoming a lot harder to keep his legs open, but whenever he started to close them, Error would snarl or make some sound of protest. So he did his best to keep his legs open, but it was difficult as he hit a certain spot. Ink threw his head back, tongue sticking out and eyes rolling back as he pushed the toy in deep and hit that certain spot in his ecto-body. He moaned loudly as his eyes squeezed shut, his body pushing out his orgasm.

Error continued to stare at Ink. He had a wide grin on his face, one that resembled the iconic grin of a Sans, but deep down he was pissed. His dick was twitching from watching Ink play with himself, desperately wanting to be up against those pretty rainbow folds. Ink pulled the toy out and switched it off, dropping it to the side. A steady stream of his release flowed from his tiny hole.

"Oh, I sEe HoW iT iS. YoU tHiNk ThAt YoU cAn PlAy WiThOuT mE. AnD yOu ThInK tHaT yOu CaN cUm AlL oVeR tHe FlOoR wItHoUt My PeRmIsSiOn?" Error questioned, catching Ink's attention. "I kNoW I tRaInEd YoU bEtTeR tHaN tHaT."

"Well I just did, didn't I? I played without you and made you watch me cum." Ink stuck his tongue out at him. "What are you gonna do about it? You're tied to a chair."

Error smirked at him. While Ink had tied the ropes around him, the knots weren't very good ones. He stood up from the chair with ease, the ropes snapping from around him as he did so. He towered over Ink's sitting figure with a dark look, peering down at his little pet with narrowed eyes and a toothy smirk. Ink was frozen like a deer in headlights on the floor, cowering as he stared up at him with wide eyes.

"U-Uh.... um......." Ink stammered, entire frame shaking.

"GoT aNyThInG tO sAy NoW, bRaT?" Error sneered, taking a step forward.

Ink shot up from the floor, trying to make a run for the door. Error chuckled darkly to himself, extending a hand and letting blue strings come forth. They coiled around Ink's arms, legs, and torso. Extremely limiting in movement with how they were, but he couldn't have his pet running away. That would be three disobediences in a row; playing with himself without him, cumming without his permission, and now trying to run away. He couldn't allow that. He yanked his hand back and brought Ink over to him, catching the artist in his arms.

"TrYiNg To RuN oFf NoW, aRe We?" Error asked. "YoU wOuLdN't GeT vErY fAr."

Ink whined, kicking and struggling against Error's grip, as the glitch dragged him over to the bed. He pushed Ink onto it, bending him over. Using his strings he tied Ink's hands together, getting in between his legs. He reached down pressed his finger's up against Ink's hole, rubbing circles into him. Ink shuddered at the feeling of it.

"YoU'rE sUcH a MeSsY lItTlE pEt. SoAkEd LiKe A sLuT," Error spat at him. "FuCkInG pAtHeTiC."

"B-But I-I can't take anymore, master...." Ink pleaded, shaking his head. "I-I'm done, I'll be good, n-no more please...."

"Hm.... LeT mE tHiNk...." He cooed, pretending to think about it. "NaH. YoU sHoUlD'vE tHoUgHt AbOuT tHaT beFoRe YoU bRoKe My RuLeS. NoW yOu GeT pUnIsHeD."

Error pushed two of his fingers inside of Ink's body. Ink instinctively arched his back and let out a small moan. Despite his overstimulation, he couldn't say no to Error. He couldn't say no to his master. In the back of his mind, the safe word rung, reminding him that it was there in case he wanted to stop. Ink winced a bit as Error slid his third finger in and started to pump them in and out. His fingertips rolled in waves and, when they hit that sensitive spot in his body, Ink threw his head back. Lewd mewls dropped from his mouth as he subconsciously pushed his hips back, his body shaking as he let out another orgasm.

"CuMmInG aGaIn? AnD sTiLl WiThOuT mY pErMiSsIoN?" Error questioned, growling lowly. "YoU'rE sUcH a LiTtLe SlUt. ArEn'T yOu?"

Error pulled his fingers out of Ink's body. He grabbed Ink's hips and turned him over, making his little pet face him. He pried Ink's mouth open with his clean hand, shoving his fingers into his mouth. Ink got the hint and started to suck his fingers, cleaning them up. His body tensed up a bit when he felt something up against his hole, glancing down to see that Error was lining himself up. The glitch pulled his fingers out from Ink's mouth, grabbing his throat as he looked him in the eyes.

"MaKe A sInGlE sOuNd AnD I'lL fUcK yOu UnTiL yOuR tHrOaT iS rAw FrOm ScReAmInG mY nAmE," he growled. "UnDeRsToOd?"

Ink gave a meek nod of confirmation. But he didn't know if his body could handle it. He was reaching a point of overstimulation from orgasming twice, and he had no doubts that he'd cum more once Error put his dick inside of him. But at the same time, he didn't have any complaints about it. Error used his hand to wipe away some of Ink's tears, but he knew just how needy his lover really was. He slid himself in all the way, watching Ink's face intently. The poor submissive squid had bite down on his ecto-tongue to keep his voice contained.

"ThAt'S a GoOd LiTtLe PeT~."