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1.
He drank a sip of tea while he read through a bank document. It was a peaceful evening, even when a bit cold. People tended to believe the life of a harbinger was fancy and exciting at all times, but the truth was way less exciting. Most of his time, he spent taking care of the bank’s affairs, as any other banker would do.
He himself wasn’t one to actively go looking for problems and engaging in physical fights. He could leave that to the brutes like Tartaglia or even Capitano. He fought his fights through intelligence, money and power, and that, in his opinion, was way more impressive than wielding a sword.
Presently, he didn’t have a lot of problems. Except for a recurring one. And speaking of which, just as he sipped from his tea again, his door slammed open. He didn’t even bother to look up from his document, after all he knew well that they always barge in like they owned the place.
“Pantalone!” The man that just arrived stood right in front of him, and yet, Pantalone did not look up.
“Yes, how can I help you, 25?” He finally took his eyes off the document to look at the young surgeon, mask and bloodied gloves and all. Pantalone decided to call them after the age they were created. 25 was truly passionate about experimental surgeries and techniques that no one had tried before. Many of those experiments were heavily frowned upon by most people that knew of them; even some of his surgical techniques had been banned in Snezhnaya, but even 25 didn’t seem disappointed, but he was eager instead, to keep on innovating, to see just how far he could push the human body through surgeries. He was crazy, just as all of the segments, but part of Pantalone found him interesting.
“I need your help.” The segment stated.
He slowly put his teacup and document on the coffee table, well aware that, whenever one of the segments asked him for help, it didn’t mean anything good for him. “Speak.” He said at last.
“I need a test subject. I was operating but my subject died before I could finish.”
Pantalone scoffed. “And how do you suppose I can get you someone to operate right now?” The segment grinned. Even when his mouth was covered by the mask, Pantalone knew he was grinning by the way his eyes wrinkled. Then realization hit him. “Oh, no. Forget it.”
“Come on Pantalone, the operating room is ready, and you’re not busy anyway.”
“So are you suggesting I should undergo a surgery I don’t need and certainly don’t want just because I look available to you?”
“Well, yes.”
Pantalone cackled. “Oh dear 25, I’m afraid I can’t afford to undergo a surgery right now. I have to go to the Northland bank tomorrow morning for work.”
“There’s no need to worry, I’ll do a good job, so flawless that tomorrow you can walk and move around as if this never happened.” 25 assured.
“Your subject just died and you expect me to believe you?”
The segment’s eerie red eyes shined dangerously. “Well, that was different. That was some unimportant random. But you’re you, so I promise to be careful. I’ll treat you preciously.”
He cackled again. “How considerate. But I still fear for my life. I still wish more time in this world, you see.”
The segment took a step towards him, and he sat on the couch, right next to him and rested his head on Pantalone’s shoulder. “The others would be mad if I killed you. So you can be sure this operation will be a success, I assure you that much.” Then, he placed his still gloved hand on Pantalone’s thigh, ruining his slacks with blood.
“You still have not mentioned what could I possibly gain of this.” Ha paused and grinned. “Besides, you just ruined these expensive slacks, how are you planning on paying back?” The segment’s hand slid slowly on his thigh, further to his groin; he spread his legs further.
“I’ll make you come, for one thing.” The segment answered finally as he kept on touching Pantalone, who showed no resistance.
“What you’re asking for is far more valuable than just an orgasm.” This said, he doesn’t try to stop the segment when he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks.
“Well, I’ll take care of you until you’re fully recovered, and I’ll help you with whatever you might need.” The segment made him move a little, to pull down the slacks and underwear, just enough to allow the banker’s cock spring free.
“Oh but that’s no payment. Those are just the most basic things you should do for me as a doctor.”
“Fair enough.” The segment took Pantalone’s half hard cock in his gloved hand. The blood on it worked as lube. Pantalone relaxed, with his arms rested on the back of the couch and his head thrown back. He hummed. “Well, I’ll bring you the breakfast every day for a week.”
Feofan sighed, enjoying the ministrations. “What else?”
The segment readjusted his gripped and picked up the pace a little. Now the regrator was fully hard and so, 25 tried his best to please him, and, judging by the noises he was producing, he was succeeding. “I’ll help you with your paper work for a week.” He said, making a face, but not slacking on his labor, taking extra time to properly stimulate Pantalone’s dickhead, making his shiver and groan.
“Hmm, make it a month. Same goes for that breakfast.” Said the banker, who closed his eyes to fully enjoy the way that skilled hand worked on him. The segment frowned.
“Fine.” He said reluctantly. He pumped on the leaking member more quickly. Pantalone was panting and it was becoming difficult for him to breathe.
“And… ahh” He shivered all over. “and you must…” He bit his lower lip. “Give me blowjobs… ah, whenever I want during that month.” 25 pressed on this dickhead with a little too much force, but Pantalone was really into sex that hurt a little, so he almost came just by that, but he was able to keep control over his body.” No matter where you are nor what you’re doing… mgh- if I… if I request… ah! Your mouth, you must come.”
The segment’s rhythm on his cock was now delirious, they both knew he would come any moment now. “So you’re planning on making me your personal sex toy?”
“Isn’t it fair? OH- ahh, keep that up….” He had to shut up not to finish right there, but he continued speaking once he relaxed a bit. “You all treat me like I’m your toy, it’s only fair that… hmm I treat you the same….”
The segment adjusted his grip again and this time he couldn’t help but come. The orgasm hit him hard, so he came in waves, adding white to the latex gloves that still held him.
“The others will get jealous, if I spend a whole month pampering you.” He said at least. He slowed down on his rhythm until he stopped moving his hand but didn’t let go of him. Pantalone took a moment to catch his breathe.
“Let them be jealous then. Maybe that will motivate them to treat me better. None of you can’t stand not being the center of attention.”
“That’s only truth when you are the one giving that attention. Aren’t you worried they might kill me out of jealousy?”
Pantalone chuckled. “Well if you’re so afraid of yourself, you better take care.”
The segment sighed. “Okay, it’s a deal.” He said and Pantalone couldn’t help but grin. After all, a month of being pampered by a sexy, young and crazy surgeon was the least he deserved after all the suffering he was surely going to put him through.
“Ah, and don’t forget to buy me new slacks.” After all, the ones he was wearing were ruined by blood and semen.
25 grimaced. “That might be a problem. I have no money and your clothes are way too expensive.”
“Well, that’s not my problem.” He buttoned back his slacks even when soon he’d be naked and sleeping on the surgical table. “Shall we go, 25? Let’s do this before I regret it.”
He stood up, his legs felt a bit weak. 25 sprang to his feet and took Pantalone’s gloved hand in his own gloved and bloodied one. “His way, darling.” So they left hand in hand, to conduct yet another experiment.