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MePhone’s head shoots up at the sound of his door opening. Cobs is standing in his doorway, but not for long. Cobs gently closes the door behind him, making sure that it doesn’t make a noise. He can’t let the other Meeple products know that he’s sneaking into four’s room after all. 

MePhone freezes where he is. They’ve done this before, or well, Cobs has done this to him before. MePhone rarely moved whenever this happened, and when he did Cobs always scolded him. 

Cobs crawled onto four’s bed. In no time, his dick was out and prodding at MePhone’s port. He hated the feeling, but there was nothing that he could do about it. It wasn’t like MePhone could ever physically overpower Cobs, and that was really only the way he would be able to get out of this situation now. 

Cobs shoved himself into MePhone fully, nearly ripping a scream out of his vocal chords because he had no time to adjust. MePhone tried to keep himself together as Cobs started to pound into his port at a brutal speed, but between just how painful it was and the fact that this was the first time this was ever happening in his bedroom of all places, he just couldn’t. 

One of the things he hated most about Cobs was how he made him. He purposely made it so he could feel real emotions like any other object, even making it possible for him to cry without malfunctioning due to the water. 

He didn’t realize that he had started crying until he was gasping for air. It was like all of the air in his lungs had been sucked out of him. He needed to air in, but between the sobs wracking his body and Cobs’ relentless pounding, he just couldn’t. 

Cobs looks down at MePhone’s tear-stained face. He’s disgusted by it, he’s being gentle and MePhone’s still acting as if this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. Cobs slaps the boy across the face to make sure that his attention is on him. “It’s not that big of a deal, four. Suck it up and take this like a man.” Cobs drives the point home by pulling out almost completely before slamming back into MePhone’s port. 

MePhone’s screams echo around the room. It’s loud enough that both of them know that the others at Meeple will have heard them. Loud enough to almost make Cobs panic. If someone walks in now, his reputation will be destroyed. Everyone will know what he does to four when they're alone.

Weirdly enough, that thought only turns Cobs on more. He can’t exactly place why it does, but that doesn’t stop him from indulging in it. He places his hand over MePhone’s mouth and leans in towards him to whisper, “If you yell one more time, we’re going to get caught. Do you want everyone to know just how much of a slut you are?” 

MePhone shakes so slightly that even he isn’t sure if he’s shaking his head or if it’s just his whole body that’s shaking. Either way, Cobs seems to be satisfied with him. He slows his thrusts every so slightly, but that doesn’t make them any less brutal. 

MePhone recedes into his mind, trying to forget all that is going around him. When he finally retreats into his mind enough though, it doesn’t give him any relief. His thoughts seem to only revolve around Cobs is and has done to him. One thought seems particularly loud, almost as if it’s being yelled at him. 

He deserves this . Another thought comes up after he focuses on that one. Cobs is doing the right thing. MePhone shivers, he doesn’t want to believe, he doesn’t, but he can’t stop himself. Somehow, it feels better to convince himself that this is his fault. Cobs did nothing wrong. He’s just being a crybaby.

Cobs stills inside of MePhone, letting his cum fill up the phone’s body. Once he’s finished, he looks down at four. He almost looks like he’s unconscious, but Cobs knows better. MePhone is still awake, but he isn’t there anymore. He’s trapped in his head.

It was better than the alternative, if he was trapped in his head, then at least he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about what happened. He never had before, but there was always that nagging fear at the back of Cobs’ mind that he would one day. 

MePhone lays in his bed. Cobs left hours ago, but MePhone had been so stuck in his head that he hadn’t noticed. He hated what Cobs was doing to him, but maybe it was for the better. He was such a crybaby, and maybe Cobs was in the right for treating him like this. He just needed to get over it. It wasn’t Cobs’ fault that he was forced to do this to his son because he was such a failure. 

Eventually, MePhone falls asleep. He’s not sure when he got so tired, but as he passes out the only thoughts that circle in his mind are calling him a crybaby and a failure.