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Valetino slammed the door to Angel’s dressing room shut behind him, growling at Angel, who sat up immediately, eyes wide, body tense.
“V-val?” he stammered as his boss stalked towards him. Valentino didn’t have to walk far to reach Angel, who crawled back into the couch.
He didn’t speak a word, and it only added to Angel’s fear.
“Valentino, please,” Angel whimpered as Valentino’s shadow fell over him, “What did I do??”
He truly had no idea, today went well; The shoot went by without any trouble, Valentino's assistant had finished at least three scripts, and they'd gotten a record of viewers on their latest video.
So why did Valentino grab him by his wrist and shove him into the wall?
Then he saw it. The cameras were different. They were outright turned to him, without any shame. Where normally, they were always pointed away at least a bit.
Did... did something happen with Valentino's boyfriend?
Was he doing this to entertain him? Or to make him jealous?
His boss should know Vox was watching, he always did. It was like he did everything for the sake of his boyfriend's entertainment.
But instead of the occasional glances at the camera, Valentino's back was turned to it, his posture unflattering and commanding.
He didn't seem to.. care if Vox had a pleasing sight tonight or not.
He ran his hands down Angel's side, down the white and pink shirt that matched so perfectly with his fur.
Without care he ripped it open, a few buttons falling to the ground.
"Val-" Angel protested, but the Porn Overlord growled and put his hand over Angel's mouth.
He roughly shoved it down Angel's shoulders and tossed it aside, the jacket crumbling to the floor in a corner.
Valentino's eyes raked down Angel's torso, over his chest and his emaciated stomach, down his trembling legs and shaking hands.
He reached out for the chain piercing between his chest - matching with his own - and tugged it, hard.
As if he wanted it to come off, and to leave Angel bleeding out into his white fur.
Angel whined loudly, glancing at the camera again.
Was this what Vox had instructed to happen? He wouldn't put it below an Overlord to be into... this , but he'd also never seen Vox really happy with his and Valentino's dynamic.
Valentino tugged sharply at the piercings again and Angel cried out. The pull was harder, firmer, way more secure this time. And way more painful.
"Val, stop-" Angel whimpered, trying to recoil from his boss, but Valentino didn't even show if he heard him.
Suddenly, he stepped back and released Angel, but not too far. "Take off the skirt," he commanded, reaching for a cigarette from his pants' pocket.
Angel was still shaking as Valentino lit it, but realized that if he didn't comply, consequences would be tripple as dire.
He bent down, pushing the fabric to his ankles as Valentino watched him, taking a deep drag. The smell coming from the cigarette was sickening, and made Angel feel like he was going to gag.
Valentino hung the cigarette in between his lips and grabbed Angel's arms, shoving Angel back towards the couch, who stumbled in response.
His boss rolled his eyes and gave Angel another harsh push, and pressed his employee's face into the sofa.
He impatiently undid his own belt, and tossed it over the armrest.
"Ass up," he hissed, as he took off his own pants.
Angel obeyed, crawling onto the couch with all his limbs and exposing his behind to the cold air... And Valentino.
Said demon slapped Angel's rear, watching coldly as the skin started reddening. He didn't wait too long, though, quickly giving Angel another spank, and another, and another.
Angel whimpered into the cushions, digging his nails into the pillows.
"Shut up!" Valentino shouted, slapping him again, "I don't want to hear your pathetic voice tonight."
Angel tried his best to keep quiet, biting down on the couch pillows to muffle himself.
But oh, it hurt.
As suddenly as it started, it stopped and Valentino stopped back again.
He took a deep breath, but not to calm down. It was to regain himself.
He didn't even grab any lubricant as he came up behind Angel and pressed his dick against his hole. He ground against him, every now and then popping the head of his throbbing cock into his whore's anus, so Angel had no idea when Valentino would finally thrust in.
The shoot was this morning, before lunch, and it was now, what, five P.M? He wouldn't be lubed up at all, Angel realized in horror, clenching his fists at understanding.
Valentino was ruthless tonight.
He slammed his dick into Angel with a growl, and, despite Valentino's demand, Angel let out a lewd sound, somewhere in between a moan and a cry in pain.
The Overlord started thrusting, hard and demanding. His veins throbbed inside Angel every time he bottomed out, but he didn't slow down or give Angel the chance to fucking breathe.
He grabbed Angel's hips, digging his nails into Angel's flesh. Blood slowly started seeping up, but Valentino only brought his fingers to his lips to taste them.
Angel wanted to cry, to get away, but he was absolutely helpless in Valentino's grip. It wasn't pleasurable at all, it only burnt.
The moth leaned in, his voice cutting and hateful as he fucked into Angel's tight heat.
"I hate you," he breathed, his face merely inches away from his employee's ear, "I fucking hate you so much, Vox..."
Then it hit Angel, realizing what was happening.
For some reason, whatever it may be, his boss and his... business partner, fiancé- whatever, had gotten into a fight.
And Angel had to take the blow for it.
He hadn't done anything wrong today.
Valentino was just using him as a replacement for Vox, as if his slut was him.
Angel didn't know if he should be relieved or terrified at the conclusion.
Then Valentino pulled out, his cock drooping slightly, and pre dripped down the tip of his dick.
Angel gasped for air, whining inaudibly at the feeling of his ass convulsing together again, trying to recover after Valentino's thick length.
He turned over quietly, still gasping for air, and looked up at Valentino.
To his surprise, Valentino wasn't looking at him. He was looking around.
Not at the cameras of course, they weren't there for a second.
He grabbed his belt - a black, leather model - off the armrest. Without pardon, he yanked Angel's arms up, and bound all four of them together with the strap.
"I'm gonna need you to keep your legs very spread for this next part," Valentino growled, a grin spreading on his lips, as he reached for an almost empty wine bottle on the floor.
Angel's eyes turned wide as plates.
"No- nonononono-" he stammered, recoiling away. "Please, Val, please please please, no-!"
Valentino only laughed unfazed and grabbed Angel's wrists, bound by the belt.
"You can handle it, baby," he breathed, grabbing Angel by the back of his neck, "Now shut the fuck up."
Angel tried to struggle, tried to get away from Valentino's grip. But the overlord was taller, and way stronger.
He pushed Angel down onto the couch with his face down, holding the bottom of the bottle against Angel's abused ass.
He tried to relax as he felt Valentino push, but the stress, and the fear of the pain won.
So when the bottle didn't go in right away, Valentino forced it inside.
Angel yelped loudly and tried telling himself that he'd taken men bigger, but he'd be lying to himself. The bottle was cold, and not as soft as a normal cock was, so it was really hard to imagine it as anything else.
And Valentino didn't even lube him up. That fucking for three seconds wasn't even remotely close to preparation.
Angel hissed and coughed and cried as Valentino continued to force the glass inside his anus, his ass only tightening instead of relaxing.
He couldn't possibly, not with the pain that came along with his boss' kinks.
"Val, it hurts," he sobbed, but his boss only snarled.
"You're barely 5 inches in, shut the fuck up," Valentino growled, continuing to push and push.
Barely five inches. The whole thing would be around.... 11 inches?
"Valentino, I can't take it," Angel whined, the feeling of the round bottle pressing into all his muscles at once making him dizzy.
"I said, shut up!" Valentino shouted, lashing out at Angel's ass again. The rings on Valentino's fingers would last for days as inprint.
The spider moaned again, tears starting to stream down his face as he took in more and more of the bottle.
And then... it stopped.
Angel could feel it bulging in his stomach, but he knew he'd taken the whole thing.
Valentino stroked his back, not as affectionate as Angel needed him after this prestation, but still.
Angel still clamped down around the glass, his legs not stopping with shaking.
He tried to sit up, but the moment he moved-
The bottle shattered into a hundred pieces.
Angel screamed and grabbed Valentino's sleeves, tears streaming down his face from pure agony.
Valentino only raised an eyebrow and took the cigarette, that was still on after all of this, out of his mouth, and placed it on Angel's wrist with the fuming side.
His employee immediately flinched away, but that only made the broken pieces of glass in his ass shift, cutting into Angel's intestines.
Valentino stood up, seemingly satisfied as he looked down on Angel on the couch, hooked in an incredibly uncomfortable position and sobbing uncontrollably.
With a cold smirk, he leaned into the camera.
"That should have been you," he hissed, before flipping him off, and strolling out Angel's dressing room, leaving Angel crying and broken on the sofa.
With effort and lots of pain and screams, as more glass dug into Angel's ass, he reached for his phone on the salon table and dialed Travis' number, sniffling and crying loudly. He didn't really enjoy Travis' company, but right now, he was too ashamed to call anyone else, and Travis would do anything in his power to keep him sated.
"Hey- Travvie, could you- urgh, could you come in my dressing room for a sec? I need ya for some- hiccup- something.."