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“I knew I'd make him my little slut one way or the other.” Vox laughed, smoke curling from his mouth and forming little whirlwinds with every chuckle. Valentino pulled the blanket tighter around himself, already fed up with Vox’s obsession with the useless deer.
“You know I'm still here.” The static of the speakers cut through the silence, fizzing as Alastor tried to contain the disgust bubbling up inside him. The muzzle wasn’t enough to stop him — and Vox knew that — but clearly, he wanted the full aesthetic of dominance.
He was still tied to the cold metal chair, facing the big windows in Vox’s room or whatever that was. The view of the city became the most interesting thing as he tried to ignore the moans and wet sounds those two were making minutes before. At least he did not have to see anything with his own eyes, however it was way worse trying to make up what the fuck would they be doing to sound… That way.
It was sickening. Alastor thought he might actually vomit, reconsidering why he’d agreed to all of this stupid deal — and whether it had ever been worth it. He’d expected the humiliation and the TV head’s endless ego, but this was far beyond what he could tolerate.
“Relax, Al.” Some cables tightened around him, turning the chair around. Alastor rolled his eyes, avoiding Vox’s gaze. It didn’t take a genius to know the man was probably naked under the covers. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy this little game we’ve got going.”
“You flatter me, truly, but I’m not that good of an actor.” The cables squeezed him tighter, forcing him to face Vox’s smug, glowing grin.
“You know. You almost convinced me when we first met,” Vox started, sitting on the edge of the bed, directly facing him. “That you were this dominant beast, I even used all of my contacts to find out about that dirty sex life I believed you had so well hidden.” He exhaled the smoke directly on Alastor's face, before he placed the cigarrette on the ash tray.
He stood up slowly, the blanket slipping from his torso. At least he had some decency left — boxers, if nothing else. Alastor doubted he could hold his composure if he saw more. Vox took a step closer, then another, standing over him like a predator, towering over him.
“And then,” Vox chuckled, “nothing.”
The cables around Alastor’s head tightened, keeping his gaze fixed.
All of his instincts were reminding him of his nature. A fucking prey. And he had never felt more like one than right now, he could not hold his stare, not because it was Vox, but because every time he did, for more than a few seconds, all of him ached to start running. But of course, instead he just froze in place, like a deer in front of a car. He tried to resist, but it was useless. He wasn’t about to give Vox the satisfaction of his struggling.
“Being pathetic and a virgin really suits you if you ask me.” He used the word as if it was a slur, Alastor couldn’t care less, however he was surprised Vox’s obsession could go that far, investigating those kinds of personal matters…
“And after we had that fight in the pub,” Vox laughed again. His manic chuckles echoed through all the electronics in the room. “When you were heading home after humiliating me you actually got hard! There were cameras everywhere, you know?”
Vox could not actually be for real, Alastor looked up to him in disbelief. “Oh dear, if you really believe—”
“Did I stutter, or was that your frequency dropping?” A static pop before he continued. “Tell me. Do you get off knowing I could be watching you, Al?” Vox placed his hands on either side of the armrests, leaning close to his face. A cable ripped off his muzzle, he wanted to hear this up close. Keeping his hands to himself for now.
“Do you get off thinking I would?” He could not hide the repulsion in his voice. “Stop this nonsense Vox, we both know this isn’t the type of game we play. If you’re still horny keep fucking around with your whore. Hearing you is punishment enough.”
“You don’t know anything about punishment.” An electric wave passed through all of the cables holding Alastor in place. “And now I have the power, now I am the one that is going to humiliate you and leave you so fucked up afterwards that you won’t remember you had the power once to even speak without my permission.”
Alastor smirked. “We both know you are not capable of that.” He licked his teeth. “Just because you control your pathological whore doesn’t mean you can do the same to me.” More static cutted through the air, getting louder and louder,
“Oh Al, dear Al…” Vox made more cables wrap around Alastor’s thighs, forcing them open.
“You are definitely forgetting that I own you now. You are in my show, with my direction. ”
Alastor did not have to look down to know Vox’s cock twitched with that statement. He felt nauseous, never thought this deal could go this far. And he should've, this was hell after all. He tried closing his legs, but as he did an electric shock impeded it. He tried to hide the pain, flinching slightly. Vox was going way too far. But he hadn't touched him yet, at least not with his own hands, which was a relief for now.
“What happened, cat got your tongue?” Vox’s long shiny tongue licked the sweat dripping off Alastor’s forehead, going down to his cheek, stopping at the corner of his lips. “You are at my mercy Alastor.”
“I’ll rip off your throat and use the cables as strings to hang you in front of your precious audience. I'd think twice before testing your luck, Vox.” Static bled through his words, sharp and violent, sounding more agitated than what he intended. “And you wouldn’t want Valentino to get jealous over little old me, would you?” He asked through a gritted smile, regaining his composure.
“Ah, that.” A chuckle. “Nah, he won’t care. And when I’m done, not even the lowest scum will be jealous of you. Maybe I can stream it and make a little money out of it. ‘Virgin Overlord is fucked senseless by big cock on camera’.” He whistled. “It would be news for over a year. Your name would be everywhere, that’s what you like after all…
A little attention at the expense of others.” His eyes darkened.
Alastor's usual mind tricks weren't working, and acting like he wasn’t scared shitless wasn't working either. He was fucked. Or, well, about to be.
He found comfort knowing Vox was all bark and no bite, he would not actually—
Some cables wrapped around his jaw, pressing down his cheek until his mouth was wide open making a perfect “o”, some other cables turning into a knock off gag, he could not move or speak. His breathing was a little rugged as some cables tugged around his neck.
“There you go, looking better already.” Vox’s eyes glowed red as he pulled down his boxers. His cock sprung free. Alastor immediately closed his eyes, only for them to be forced open by some cables again.
Saying Vox’s cock was big was an understatement. It was the size of a big TV controller —which was nothing more than ironic. Black and thick at the base, getting bluer as you got up to the tip, which was a glowing bright blue. It was not completely smooth, it had little ridges, like cables imitating veins. And it was assembled in parts, almost mechanically wise.
Alastor shook his head, only now considering that perhaps Vox was willing to go this far and more. He could not close his mouth, move, nothing. Alastor was completely at his mercy . As Vox’s cock got closer and closer he felt an electric field around it, some zaps at its tip, like a broken wire.
“Mmhm, you’re better this way. And to think you came to me… You were asking for a good fuck, weren’t you?” He giggled– Fuck, he actually did as he thrusted his dick inside of Alastor’s warm mouth. No warning first, he just straight up did. His sharp teeth scratched the top and bottom part of Vox’s dick which only made it better for him, apparently.
“Yeah that’s it. Who would’ve thought that the mighty Alastor would be such a dirty cocksucker for me.” He did not move, which surprised Alastor at first, tears already forming in the corner of his eyes. The deer’s mouth was the perfect temperature, hot and wet, Vox cocked his head back, a soft grunt.
The precum —if it could be called that way— slicking the tip of his dick was an oily substance that dripped inside of Alastor’s mouth, it tasted awful, made him gag. It left a metallic, electric taste —bitter with a faint ozone sweetness.
“Chocking on my cock already? And is not even half of it inside yet.” He growled, pushing some more of his length before coming to a stop close to the base. It was so thick it wouldn't even fit. He rocked his hips back and forth a little. “Hah, that's it. Relax Al, I know you can take a little more…”
Vox looked down again, locking eyes with Alastor, “Come on now, suck it.” Silence, not even a twitch from Alastor, his eyes burned with nothing but fury. “Oh that's right.” He snickered, “you can’t move!” He finished with a cynical grin.
He placed both of his hands on his hips, using the cables to make Alastor's head move forward, thrusting into him. It must’ve felt good for Vox because he let out what seemed to be a moan before he rocked back, letting the tip rest on top off Alastor’s tongue, and repeated that, again, and again. “Look at those pretty doe eyes, you want to cry so bad, go ahead, cry while you suck my dick. Show me how miserable you can be.”
Alastor felt like he could not breathe, he was actually choking as the cables around his neck were getting tighter, he tried to relax his throat. Mistake. Thanks to that Vox’s cock went a little deeper. He gagged around it again, his whole body trembling. He tried to suck in air which just made Vox let out a grunt.
“Keep hating me while I'm inside of you.” He started moving his hips, following a kind of rhythm with the cables. It started getting faster, more sloppy as Vox was losing himself a little in the pleasure, forgetting for a second that it was Alastor’s mouth, using it as a fleshlight. “You were made to suck dick, meant to be nothing but my slut.”
Alastor’s vision got blurry, black spots in his sight, a dizziness he had never felt before. And when he was about to pass out from the lack of air Vox pulled his cock out, making a loud ‘pop’ as traces of oil —precum– and saliva mixed dripped from Alastor’s chin. He gasped for air, desperate for it, even though the best thing that could happen to him was to pass out and be left alone. Stop this fucking humilliation.
“Didn’t expect you to be a deep throater, should’ve known” The cables started loosening up a little before finally releasing Alastor's mouth and neck free. He started panting, taking in air as it could be taken away from him at any moment. “No snarky remarks or sassy comments for me, dear?” Vox mocked his tone.
He shook his head slowly, “You are repulsive, and you’ll pay for this when I'm out of here.”
“That is if you can still walk out when I'm done with you.” He crouched down to be at eye-level with him. “Don’t act like you aren't enjoying this, Al.”
“I can assure you, I am, in fact, not taking pleasure in any of this.” His voice was raspy, he tried clearing his throat, gagging again with the awful taste of oil lingering in his mouth –greasy with a smoky aftertaste. He spitted on Vox’s face—the screen did not even change his expression, Vox just smiled as he licked Alastor’s saliva off. “And you taste disgusting.”
“Is that so?” Vox whispered, one of his cables making its way up to Alastor’s thigh, taunting. “Then why are you hard for me right now?” Both of them looked down at the erection threatening to break through Alastor's pants. “Quite the thing you’re packing in there. Cute."
“I am not hard for you. It’s a natural react—
“Shhh,” Again, vox muzzled him again with his cables choking him slightly. “Why do you have to ruin EVERYTHING.” Some cables sparked around him.
Alastor flinched, his heart beating fast. He was unable to control himself, being intimidated for a raised tone was new. Usually he just smiled through his tantrums but now Vox was making him feel vulnerable, and all for a stupid deal. Vox could not continue to follow through this. If Alastor did not act enthusiastic he would grow bored and go back to Valentino, who would for sure give a much better performance than him. And to think his first time sucking cock was to a fucking TV…
“Now, you are going to watch yourself take my cock up your pretty tight virgin ass, and guess what? I don’t care if you like it or not.” A wall of screens appeared around them, all of the angles possible, he was taking the humiliation thing seriously.
“Vox–” Alastor struggled to get the name out.
“What did I tell you, Al?” With a movement he tightened the cables, around his wrist and legs, bruises started to form. “You. Don’t. Speak. Unless I want you to.”
Alastor nodded, it was the best he could do to avoid making Vox angrier, or hornier —whatever was worse.
“Now comes the part where you say ‘Yes, sir’, or ‘Yes, Daddy’. Go ahead.” He smirked, licking the pixels on his screen, aroused by the anticipation.
Daddy? Now this was sick. Apparently the fixation on fucking him for the first time, the humiliation and making him watch, was not enough. He could watch the thrill on Vox’s eyes, eager to rip Alastor’s clothes off, or rip his ass—
“SAY IT NOW.” He growled impatiently. All of the screens in the room reflected his angry face. He grabbed Alastor’s face with his own hand —for the first time— his claws sharp enough to draw blood immediately. It dripped down Vox’s forearms.
“Yes, sir.” He muttered, his tone far from indulgent or sexy. He was scared and he could handle pain. Hell, he was even used to it, but having sex or whatever this was… The idea by itself was repulsive, and the few times he actually thought about it without throwing up he never imagined himself to be the one receiving it. Well, he didn’t even imagine being with a man in the first place. And a man with a fucking TV for a head was definitely not on wish list.
This was pathetic. Alastor felt pathetic, the defeat was clear on his face, tears rolling down his cheeks as he made his best effort to not empty the contents of his stomach. Vox’s touch was cold and electrical, and Alastor stiffened instantly — physical contact had always repulsed him, but Vox’s touch felt like an offense carved into his nerves, intensifying the sickness coiling in his stomach. It was only making Vox get harder.
“Good boy, we’re almost getting there, Al.” He took a step away from the chair, the cables around Alastor's body loosening as he did. “Now, here’s what’s going to happen…” Then he cut the ropes attaching him to the chair with his claws. Alastor was free, his body sore as he shifted. The worst part was knowing he could not move, or try to escape, it was useless. He willingly made the deal, and now had to face the consequences.
Vox grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to stand up, his knees weak as he resisted the urge to pull away. Vox with a satisfying grin throwed him on top of the bed, inches away from where Valentino’s body was resting. The screens followed, showing a repetition of him getting thrown, over and over.
“Such a nice view, look at your scared pathetic face. Act all mighty but in reality you are what you are Alastor.” He laughed as he walked over the edge of the bed he stroked his cock, still slick with saliva and oil.
Alastor looked over to his side, “V-Valentino-”
“Did I give you permission to speak? You’re really dimming the mood, sweetheart.”
The deer shook his head, wondering what would happen if Val woke up in the middle of whatever this was. Would he join? He shivered. Better not to think about that.
“Good.” Vox squinted his eyes. “Now, roll over your stomach and spread your legs for me baby.” It was an order, Alastor barely had time to process it before Vox slapped him in the face, it left a burning sensation, the blood already dripping from his cheek spreading over the other’s palm and bed. Vox grunted before flipping him over. Pressed his face against the mattress. “Do I really have to do everything by myself?!”
Silence as he struggled to breathe. “ANSWER ME ALASTOR.”
“No, s-sir.” He stuttered, staying still in the hope of not pissing off Vox more.
“You learn fast. Such a good boy.” With one hand he kept Alastor's head pressed down, with the other he started trying to get the deer’s pants off, growing frustrated before ripping them off with surprising strength. The cold air immediately hit Alastor's legs and ass. Feeling exposed and manhandled.
“Look at you…” Vox smirked. “All miserable and ready to be fucked…” He grabbed Alastor’s ass, strong enough to leave a mark. “With that little tail of yours… And to think everyone ate up my lie.” A manic laugh echoed through all of the screens, he leaned over Alastor’s body. “Don’t worry, it’ll be our secret.” He whispered.
Alastor made his best effort to bite back whatever he wanted to reply, every nerve screaming at the unwanted closeness, his entire frame rigid with recoil. breath catching in short, clipped bursts of static that betrayed his rising panic.
Not long after saying that Vox —not so carefully— lines up the pounding tip of his dick against Alastor’s tight ass. “I’d usually take my time with this, prepare you for my cock with my long fingers until you beg for it to be inside of you. My claws would scratch your insides and I'd use the blood as lube…”
Vox shook his head as Alastor whimpered, his whole body tense. “If I were you I would take a deep breath and try to relax…” There was not actually concern in his tone, it was almost mocking. “Because this is going to hurt and… I always wanted to know how it is to fuck a Virgin raw.”
Alastor whimpered again, his sanity hanging by a thread, static crackling at the corners of his smile as his whole body jittered with short, involuntary glitches. His body curled in on itself as if he could make himself smaller and escape Vox’s presence.
A rough hand yanked his head upward by the hair, dragging his gaze to the glowing screen in front of him. Vox forced him to watch. “You’re gonna watch as my dick slips inside of you. I bet it makes you gag watching yourself be fucked for the first time. Does it, Alastor?.”
Vox snarled as he forced his dick inside of Alastor’s hole. He gasped as Vox used his free hand to hold his hips still as he pushed more of his length inside, some glitches on his screen as he moaned in pleasure. “So so tight… It almost hurts, you’re being so good for me baby.”
Alastor closed his eyes tight shut, trying to look away only to be forced back into position again. His legs were shaking uncontrollably, he grabbed onto the mattress, biting the inside of his cheek so hard he started bleeding, he wanted to scream, but only muzzled sounds came out. It hurt, it felt invasive and painful, his hole stretching out around Vox’s cock like it might rip at any moment. He could not take anymore and he knew this was not all of it.
“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this. Come on, look at yourself, so pretty taking my cock like the slut you are.” Vox’s voice glitched as he pushed all of his length inside. His claws digging on Alastor’s hip. “Mmh… you were meant for the screens. Such a shame you waste all that talent just because you’re so damn stubborn.”
Some of the screens glitched as Alastor’s power took over, his rage hijacking Vox’s broadcast.
“Al, stop it. There's no way out of this now.” Some cables wrapped around Alastor’s legs, spreading them open making it easier for vox to slip his entire cock in, chuckling as he did. “Your insides mold perfectly around me… I can fill your pathetic hole pulsing, you’re really begging for more. Aren’t you?”
Alastor wanted to shake his head but Vox only tugged his hair tighter as he started to thrust into him, his spine curved into a painful position. Tears mixed with blood dripped to the bed, he felt like he was going to pass out from the pain, but the electric shocks that spread through his body every time Vox’s dick was completely inside kept him awake.
“Agh… This is so good I might come already.” Vox wasn’t being gentle, focusing only on his own pleasure, evading all of Alastor’s sweet spots on purpose, only leaving the pain. So, even if he wanted to enjoy it, there was absolutely no pleasure in this for him, or maybe this is what sex was like, repulsive, invasive and humiliating.
“Please… Stop.” It was barely a whisper that took all of Alastor’s courage; it went useless when Vox was already buried deep inside of him.
“What was that baby?” Vox teased, moving faster. He leaned over Alastor's body, his whole weight this time, letting go of his hair to place both of his hands on either side of Al’s head. “Use your words. Thought you loved to talk…”
“I can’t take-” a whimper. “I can’t take it anymore.” Alastor sobbed. “That’s it, you win.”
“How cute…” Vox licked some of Alastor’s tears —or blood, maybe both. “But you haven’t got it all yet.”
Alastor did not understand what that meant until he felt Vox’s cock twitching inside of him, it was… Enlarging. He knew he saw some ridges before but he would never imagine that it could do that. It only stopped when it was twice the length, reaching parts inside his body he could not even name. The edge of the ridges sharp, drawing blood. Which only made Vox move more smoothly. At the end, he did use blood as lube. Now if this was better or worse, it was hard for Alastor to decide. Vox's cock was like a sex toy, it vibrated with his body, enlarged and twisted and did all kinds of gross things that were ripping through the tight insides of Alastor.
And now he did understand why Valentino liked Vox.
“Oh fuck, Al… I'm going to come inside of you. Fill your dirty used hole. Yeah?” Vox was never one to last long, but now it was nearly an impossible task. He had no control over himself now, the movements becoming more rough and hard as he lost himself in the pleasure and pain from Alastor’s hole squeezing him more every time. Valentino had lend him other virgins before, all bastards and loosers, none compared to Alastor. The deer had that... Innocent essence when it came to sex that none of the others did, most because they could not find someone stupid enough to agree to fuck them —or too poor to pay for a prostitute. Alastor was different, it was more of a choice, a repulsion that was bright in his eyes, a tightness that hurt. It hurt so, so good.
“Vox…” He let out a pained moan in response. “Fuck you.”
His thrusts didn't stop as he laughed. “Yeah, that's it. Say my name again. Say you’re mine.” Alastor resisted, biting his lips. “Oh you don’t want to play that game…” Vox spanked him with no warning. “For every second you resist is going to be another one like that coming.”
Alastor’s skin burned red. Still, he did not say anything, biting his lip hard until it became a bloody mess.
“One…” A spank.
“Two…” Another one.
“Three—
“Fuck! I’m yours. Vox I'm yours and only yours.” Alastor finally folded between sobs, biting down on the blankets to hold the scream that threatened to come out. Vox really liked theatrics, the whole spanking thing was only for show and Alastor knew, he could see the way the cameras focused his face, trying to catch a reaction, to make a clip that Vox could later use to jerk off or something.
“Say you want daddy to fill you up. And look at the beautiful camera as you do.” This was a moment Vox wanted to immortalize, and definitely use as blackmail later. Two in one. It was clear Alastor was not going to escape this prison any time soon.
Alastor closed his eyes tight shut before looking up in surrender. “I want you-” he stuttered. “I want you, Vox— Daddy, to fill me up. Come inside me, and fuck me until you're pleased with my useless body, just be done with me, please."
“Such an obedient boy for me…” He spanked Alastor again, this time for the sake of watching him squirm under his body. “Fuck, im so close, spread your legs a little more for me baby.”
Alastor let out a loud groan as he complied, not sure he could strech much more. Valentino shifted beside him, Al froze immediately, looking at Vox more scared than before, hoping he would stop or be more careful to not wake him up. None of that happened.
“Yes, yes… Keep resisting, you’re only making this more fun.” Vox heard Alastor cursing under his breath, some incomprehensible noises and glitches too. He only chuckled, pressing his body harder into Alastor’s, burying him in the mattress. His body was overheating, some alerts popping on the screens that he was reaching dangerous temperatures. He did not care, of course.
Vox only thrusted deeper, faster. His claws ripping through the mattress as he came, filling Alastor's hole with the slick oily substance he had for cum. A wave of electricity passed between their bodies as Vox reached his orgasm, electrocuting Alastor, whose whole body went numb.
“Say something Al…” He was panting, vision a little cloudy with all the pleasure. “Too much to handle?” He chuckled, not pulling out his cock just yet. He grabbed a fistfull of Alastor’s hair to take a look at his pained face. Surprised to notice the deer had passed out, he shook him without care, waiting for him to react. A slap in his face in the hope he jerked awake, once, twice... More times than he could count until Alastor's bloody face was bruising, but nothing happened.
“Oh… Maybe you weren’t ready to take it after all.” A dark grin. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure your body doesn’t forget me.”
If Alastor thought that him passing out would be the end of this, he was wrong. It only fueled all of Vox’s desires. He took his dick out, all of the fluids —cum, blood, dripped out of Al’s ass. Vox took in the sight, taking a few pictures and videos, obviously. Keeping his cheeks spread open an watching as his ass plumbed the oily cum out of his body.
“Val’s gonna love this when he wakes up.” He looked over at his partner, which was deep in sleep as he always was after a good fuck. But Vox was still full of energy and thirsty to get his revenge on all of the years Alastor saw him as an inferior. Now he was above him, above all.
“Maybe now that you are relaxed this will be easier.” He took alastor’s pulse just in case, it was weak, but there. Vox turned him around with ease, glancing at his neutral expression, smiling. “Look at you… So pretty now that you’re not hating me.”
His cock was now coated with fluids, and it did not take long to get hard again, the sight of Alastor lifeless-like body was more than enough. Vox grabbed both of his legs, letting them rest on his shoulders as he lined up his dick against his entrance again, ready for another round. It was easier to put it in this time but it was still tight, his ass red from both the spanks and the mistreatment.
His greed was taking over him as he leaned over, the need to mark Alastor’s body as he forced it into an uncomfortable position. Only for him to reach for the deer’s lips with his long tongue, licking and spreading them open, making his way to the inside of his mouth as he thrusted into his body with an aggressive force. He explored Alastor’s mouth, going deep inside of it, he knew that if he was awake he’d be choking. Hell, if alastor was awake the kiss would not even happen. Vox was taking advantage of his body in every way he could. He moaned as he tasted himself in Alastor’s mouth, he was close again.
This time he did not last more than a few minutes, losing strength as his system got too hot. Vox knew he was exceeding his limit, and he did not care, he pushed further, looking for that sweet spot of pleasure before orgasming once again. Not cum came out this time as there was not much more left. He collapsed right on top of Alastor’s body, Vox tugged Al’s face in his neck, electric zaps going back and forth between them as he closed his eyes, all of the screens and lights in the room dimming as he did.
Only the lights of the city peeking through as he whispered, “You’re all mine, Al.” softly, almost sweet, despite the situation and the fact that Alastor was completely unconscious under him. He fell asleep slowly, needing to recharge. Not pulling out this time. His dick returned to its normal size, softening inside of Alastor.
Valentino surfaced from sleep, fingers instinctively finding the edge of his silk sleep mask and peeling it away. He opened his eyes, stretching as he sat up on the bed. He yawned and noticed the whole Vox-Alastor situation. Rolling his eyes he reached for his phone, he had a notification. Vox must’ve sent him something before falling asleep. Still sleepy, he pressed play.
His eyes widened immediately as he watched the Radio Demon beg Vox to fuck him.
“I am so going to be a fucking trillionaire.”