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The huge projector screen in the band room had always confused Sammy. Why was it in there? All that was ever done in that room was the band would perform the music for the show while Sammy conducted and some other employee recorded it up in the booth. Well, in one of his fits of frustration-and-desire-induced mania, he had decided that day that he was finally going to put that huge screen to use.
Once he was sure that everyone had left for the day, the composer took his pot of ink and sped to the band room. After practically taking the steps up to the projector booth two at a time, Sammy locked the door behind him and sat back in the wooden chair behind the projector with a small creak. His heartbeat was pounding.
”I can’t believe I’m doing this...” he murmured, before giggling.
He stood back up and fiddled with the projector a bit.
“How do you get this damn thing to work,” he muttered frustratedly, before it finally kicked on.
“Oh, yes,” he grinned.
The screen on the far wall was blank, as there wasn’t a reel in the projector. This was when Sammy realized his error, and cursed again under his breath. He got up and unlocked the door, then hurried back down and dug around some shelves for a reel. He didn’t much care which one, he just grabbed one and scurried back up like the desperate little twink he is. After locking the door back, Sammy shakily put the reel in the projector and sat back down in the chair. After a couple seconds, the reel began to turn and an animation started up on the projector. Of course, it was one of Bendy’s cartoons. Sammy smiled, and blushed a bit as he watched the little demon dance to the theme song he had written. When the episode began, Sammy’s eyes focused intently on Bendy. It was like none of the other characters were even there. Just Bendy, and his cute little body, and his perfect little horns, and perfect, adorable eyes,..
Before he even knew it, Sammy had unzipped his pants and was gently caressing himself through his underwear with his fingertips. He hummed to himself, before he began to breathe quietly through his mouth. As he steadily got harder, his eyes fluttered closed and he shakily reached down and pulled his boxers down. Opening one eye for a second, he leaned forward and grabbed his ink pot off the shelf that the projector was sitting on. Shakily he poured some of the ink into his palm. For good measure, he even poured some of it down over his shaft. The cool wetness of it made him twitch. He gasped and opened both eyes, before hurriedly placing the ink pot back on the shelf and glancing up at the screen. Bendy had happened to be looking right at the “camera”, which made Sammy’s heart skip a beat. He was practically throbbing down there at this point. Sammy’s hand quickly found his member, and began to stroke it rhythmically. Sensation flowed through him, and he sunk back in the chair with satisfaction. The ink slicked both his member and his hand, and sent arousal shooting through him with every stroke. Sammy closed his eyes again and leaned his head back.“Ahh...Bendy...”
He slowed down a bit, to tease himself. He then whined needily, arching his back “M-My Lord....ple-please, oh,....”
After a while of torturing himself and letting desperate whines escape his throat, Sammy bit his lip and put a foot up on the projector shelf to get a better angle.
“Oh, yes, please, my Lord, like that,” he breathed, speeding up again. “Aahhhh..”
It took a couple more minutes of him jerking his hips up into his hand and running his other hand through his hair before the music director felt himself getting close. His pace quickened even further, as he lost all control.
“My Lord, my Lord, MY-“ As he came, Sammy accidentally kicked himself backwards and knocked the chair he was in back, sending himself sprawling into the floor. His head knocked against the wall and he slid down it, causing his load to splatter all over his face and a little on the wall.
Sammy only came to after he was done, breathing heavy and slowing down his inky hand. “Hah...Hah...oh...my...”
Slowly, he opened his eyes, and instinctively reached back and rubbed his now-pounding head with the hand that was covered in ink. He brought it back forward after he’d realized what he’d done, huffing a frustrated sigh and letting his head fall back against the wall. “Could’ve gone worse, I guess, heh heh...”