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Three days. Three days of power naps in his office and surviving on nothing but energy drinks and coffee. Finally—finally—everything is squared away and Vox can get an actual fucking decent night’s sleep.
So naturally, he has been in his suite for all of ten minutes when he hears his door slide open and the tell-tale thunk of an eleven-foot moth leaning on his door frame.
The sparkly red nurse outfit covered in hearts is an unusual addition though.
Vox can’t help but roll his eyes at his lover. “Val, what is this?”
The self-proclaimed King of Sex only grins wider and straightens up, clipboard in his upper hands and an almost comically large doctor’s bag clutched in his lower set. All four hands are donned with black surgical gloves. “I’m Nurse Valentino, obviously! A little birdy told me you’re past due for your annual check-up, Señor Vox.”
Vox shuts his eyes and releases a long-suffering sigh before locking eyes with the moth. “Not tonight, Val. I’m exhausted and I have an early day tomorrow.”
For a moment, Valentino gapes at him, doing a remarkably impressive impression of a fish. Then that sultry smile has returned and Vox gets an uncomfortable churning in his stomach, the kind that tells him he’s in trouble. “Now, Señor Vox, you’ve been putting off this check-up for quite some time. It’s important to take care of yourself.”
“I’m going to bed, Val.” Vox hopes his tone leaves no room for argument. With Valentino, though, that’s a big ask. After all, the man’s favorite hobby is being told “no” and getting what he wants anyways. “We can play another time, when I’m not dead on my feet. I need to get some fucking rest.”
Valentino’s eye twitches, smile curdling at the corners. Those long fingers are gripping the clipboard so tightly Vox is actually impressed it’s still holding. “Are you sure, Señor Vox? It seems you could use some help removing that stick up your ass,” Val snaps, tone tooth-rottingly sweet.
Ah, they’ve reached that point then. Vox ignores him this time in favor of continuing to get ready for bed. There’s blissful silence for a moment and Vox waits for Valentino’s incoming tirade, but it never manifests. Instead, heels click across the floor and four hands slither over his body to rid him of his jacket.
“Val?”
His vest goes next, the buttons of his dress shirt popping open one by one. “Poor Señor Voxxy. This is why taking care of yourself is so important. You must be sooooooo tired. Let’s get you into bed.”
A warning alarm prickles at the back of Vox’s mind, but he can’t bring himself to act on it. It’s so much less work to believe Valentino is actually going to let this go. Strong fingers massage his sore shoulders and Vox relaxes and lets his mind go blank. It’s all slamming into him at once and he has zero fight left in his weary body. He always tells himself he won’t do this again, go days on just recharging and disregarding actual sleep, and yet…
He sighs, letting Val settle him on the bed and remove his pants. He should take the shirt off. It’ll get wrinkled if he sleeps in it. Velvette will yell at him. Taking it off means moving. Fuck.
Valentino is climbing over top of him, swallowing him in a kiss. Vox very nearly makes a comment about Valentino’s exceptional bedside manner, but decides not to lest he encourage the moth. Two of the moth’s hands continue their work on his shoulders and neck. Two more sets of those lovely long fingers intertwine with his and press Vox’s arms above his head in a delicious stretch that brings a loud pop from his back and a hiss from his lips. Shit, maybe he should reconsider Velvette’s suggestion of seeing a chiropractor…
There’s a pressure in the back of his head.
The click! of something snapping into place is deafening.
An uncomfortable sweeping chill ripples down his body. A sudden overpowering scent of tobacco and artificial cherry brings a pressure on his wrists and ankle as red smoke manifests into chains around limbs and traps him. For a moment, he is still too floored by the sudden whiplash. Val sits up, looking smug and all too pleased with himself. Vox thrashes.
“VAL, WHAT THE FUCK?!”
His hands crackle. His antenna spark. Tiny snaps of electricity burst from his body.
But that is all.
“VAL, WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
Valentino ignores his cursing and threats in favor of fetching the previously abandoned doctor’s bag from the doorway, content to let Vox wear himself down with his screeching and flailing. He all but skips back to the bed.
“Now, we’ve got a full checkup scheduled for you, Señor Vox. You shouldn’t be so irresponsible with your health. Where to start, where to start…” Valentino mutters to himself as he rifles through the bag. Vox doesn’t even have to look inside to know that at least half of what’s in there has no place in a doctor’s office.
His point is proven by the item Valentino pulls out. He growls. “Don’t you fucking dare, Val…”
“Since you’re being such a hostile patient, I think certain precautions need to be taken to make sure you cooperate, Señor Vox,” Valentino purrs, slinking up beside Vox’s head and. He dangles the hook gag above Vox’s face. “Say aaaaahhhhhhh.” The moth makes a show of letting his own sinfully long tongue spill out of his mouth. Vox shudders. His cock stirs in interest. Fuck, that’s so hot.
No! No! Not the point!
Vox vanishes his mouth just as Valentino attempts to set the gag in place. The moth scowls at him and Vox gets to enjoy a moment of smug satisfaction before his entire system nearly resets when Valentino seizes his balls through his underwear. The pressure has him seeing stars, pain burning through his entire being as he arches up in a pathetic attempt to escape the crushing grip. His mouth rips its way into existence to scream in agony and Val wastes no time setting the gag into place, thankfully releasing his poor nuts in the process. Vox snarls and tries to vanish his mouth again, stubborn though he knows it's pointless. He can’t de-spawn his mouth if something is in it after all.
The gag is one Valentino had custom-made for him a few years back, a hook gag with two wide loops on either side bent over to form the hooks. The hooks stretch long enough to accommodate Vox’s large mouth and the adjustable leather strap between them that wraps around the back ensures they pull tight to the edges of his screen, keeping his mouth open wide and easy to access.
“Much better,” Valentino coos, patting the top of his screen. The soft condescending head pats are completely contrary to the cruel fingers that grab his antenna second later as Valentino straddles his chest, massive cock hard, leaking, and straining against the tiny strip of fabric meant to pass for underwear.
Val pulls the panties down to free his cock and smears the tip across Vox’s screen, just above his gaping mouth. “Why don’t we start by checking your gag reflex, Señor Vox?”
Vox stares up at the moth looming over him, at those narrowed bright red eyes and that vicious grin swallowed in shadow.
Even when Vox is exhausted as shit, Valentino can still get his blood pumping.
Vox chokes when Valentino’s cock carves a path for itself into his strange void-like esophagus, yanking at his antenna to bring his screen flush to Val’s groin. Val tosses his head back with a long moan. He’d once compared getting his dick sucked by Vox to sticking a fork in an electrical socket. Even got more piercings for it.
Fucking sadomasochistic asshole.
Valentino wastes no time. He drives his cock deep into Vox’s throat, fucks him hard and fast. The gag does its job and holds Vox’s mouth open. All he can do is take it, reduced to nothing more than a wet hole for Val to fuck. The thought makes himself shiver. All four hands grab his head in a vice grip and drag him down onto Valentino’s cock again and again and again. Vox gags each time he fills his throat.
Then Valentino holds him there, screen pressed flat to those hard ab muscles and throat stuffed. Valentino curls a hand around Vox’s throat, right over the obscene bulge where his cock sits. How that even works with his weird void-mouth, Vox doesn’t fucking know.
Vox struggles and the vents in his ribs kick on, trying to breathe for him. His eyes burn with tears and his throat convulses around Val’s cock. Vox knows Val loves this, loves that he can just slide his whole dick in deep and let Vox suffocate on it without actually having to worry about him kicking the bucket. All the benefits of choking someone out with none of the annoying drawbacks, he says.
Vox jumps when Valentino’s hand paws at the bulge in Vox’s underwear. Two of the moth’s hands hold Vox in place while another alternates between fondling his tender balls and half-hard cock through the fabric (though the “half-hard” status is very quickly giving way to full mast and sails, weigh anchor, aye aye captain).
A sharp tightness spreads through Vox’s chest, muscles fighting uselessly to draw in oxygen as his body starts to panic. The chains bite into his wrists and ankles as he thrashes against them, bucks into Valentino’s hand. His lungs scream. His vents feel hot—too hot—the whirring almost deafening as they try to pump oxygen into his bloodstream, completely in contrast to the demand that his body reroute all blood to between his legs. Lights dance in his vision as it darkens at the edges and blurs with tears, head spinning. Everything is floaty and unfocused, drowned out by the painful grip on his antenna, the heavy presence in his throat, the pleasure between his legs, and the smell of tobacco, artificial cherry, and sex.
Val groans, the sound deep in his throat.
“We’re getting some good reactions, Señor Vox. You’ve got a very—mmmmmm—responsive reflex.”
Vox is just starting to pass out, chest aching from the spasms of his body trying to breathe normally, when Valentino pulls back. A thick string of drool follows the head of the moth’s cock and Vox’s tongue lolls out as he sucks in desperate gulps of air and coughs hard. Yes, he can breathe through his vents, but it’s by no means pleasant.
Once Vox’s coughing fit has subsided, Valentino pulls him up by his antenna and rests his cock on Vox’s lax tongue, sliding it over the strange digital flesh. “That’s it, baby. Say aaahhh for daddy.” The ladder piercings on the underside roll over Vox’s tongue with every shallow thrust and Vox can feel the little threads of electricity that dance up to meet the metal barbells. Valentino lets out a high breathy sigh, grinding down on his tongue. The piercing through the head of his cock rubs at the back of Vox’s throat. He coughs weakly and sends a small pulse of electricity up his esophagus, the metal adorning Val’s junk doing all the work to bring it to the right places.
“Fuck…” Valentino groans. “We should check your heartbeat, Señor Vox.” Vox jumps when Val starts petting him again, grinding the heel of his palm down onto Vox’s throbbing cock. “Breathe in deep when I tell you, and make sure you do…that.”
Valentino begins rolling his hips, pumping his dick leisurely into Vox’s gaping mouth as he rubs Vox’s cock in time with his movements. Every time that deep guttural command of “breathe” reaches him, Vox sends another shot of static through his mouth to the moth’s cock. Each wave earns him a full body shudder and a sweet gasp.
The bio-luminescent markings that decorate his dick glow, shifting from their usual black to a blue to a brighter cyan. Valentino picks up his pace, fucking into the void of his mouth relentlessly, electricity slithering up his cock and making him bite his lip.
“Fuck yeah! I’ve got some medicine for you, Señor Vox. Make sure you swallow it all, baby.”
Swallowing while his mouth is locked open is not exactly the easiest thing, but Valentino helps him by shoving his cock deep into Vox’s throat when he comes with an impossibly loud scream. Vox squeezes his throat as he fucks up against Valentino’s palm. Fuck, yes!
Valentino takes his hand off his cock.
FUCK, NO!
Vox’s enraged screaming—mouth held open and stuffed with cock—only makes Valentino throw his head back in a mean cackle.
“What’s wrong, Señor Vox?” Val bats his eyelashes at him. “Does something hurt?” That’s all the preamble Valentino bothers with before he flips around, kneeling over Vox on all fours. Nimble fingers quickly yank down his underwear and Vox hisses when the cool air hits his aching dick.
A low chuckle sends shivers up Vox's spine. “Oh dear, it seems like you’re having quite the unusual reaction, Señor Vox. I should examine you more closely.” That wonderful hand is back now, squeezing his cock and giving it a few good pumps that has Vox kicking his hips up to chase the pleasure. A string of pink spit dribbles down onto his cock as Valentino strokes him.
Valentino’s hand on his cock is heaven. Fuck angels and all that redemption nonsense, this is heaven. The soft skin of Val's hand. The obscene wet sounds of his venomous saliva slicking each movement. The way Val tightens his grip as he slides up Vox’s heated flesh and gives the head a mean little squeeze makes Vox rock up for more. Val's lower hands hook into the waistband of the tiny panties that do literally nothing and pulls them down slow. He wiggles his ass in the air, pussy dripping.
"We should continue those oral exams while I check you, Señor Vox. I'm very good at multitasking."
Vox does not need to be told twice. A deep near-growl of a groan breaks out of Valentino when Vox drags his tongue right over that bejeweled clit piercing and Vox pushes up inside just as Val grinds down, lets Val fuck himself on it as he sucks down Vox's dick. That wonderful tight throat swallows his dick deep into that rippling cavern and each moan from the moth vibrates along his dick. Val's throat is a fucking black hole, sucking up his dick like he's trying to pull it off. It's borderline painful and Vox swears he is going to cum so fucking hard. That tongue wraps around his cock, pumping him in time with Val's sucking, making Vox gasp and try to fuck that hot mouth. But Val keeps his hips in place so Vox works his tongue instead, clinging to some hope that if he can please the moth, Val will let him cum. It's worked before.
The task would be significantly easier if Vox wasn't losing his mind. He has to be. There's so many sensations happening all at once. He can't tell which way is up or down anymore. He doesn't care. It's so hot. His body is so hot. Val is so hot. Oh fuck, Val is so fucking hot. Fuck, fuck! More! More! Fuck, yes, he—!
An enraged strangled sound breaks out of him when Valentino pulls off entirely, hips stuttering uselessly as he tries to chase that stolen heat. “Fuck you!” is what he tries to say, but all that actually gets out of him is some weird messy wet sound. He thrashes his head, tries to get the gag off. It doesn't budge.
Valentino downright cackles, turning around and crawling up over Vox’s prone form to straddle his narrow hips. He reaches back to wrap Vox’s glowing cock in a punishing grip, tight enough to rip a yowl of pain from the pathetic man under him. Vox's vents kick on high as he thrusts up, trying to gain any kind of friction from that delicious ache but he gets nothing.
Fuck this fucking gag, he wishes he could talk properly. Beg properly.
Valentino has the audacity to fucking giggle. “Oh dear, Señor Vox. It seems like you’re overheating.” Long fingers guide the tip of his dick to Val’s hole. “Why don’t we take your temperature?”
Vox's eyes go wide and he tries to push his hips up, but Val's grip offers no leverage. The best he can do is grind his tip against that wonderful beautiful hole, feel it catch on the rim. So close and yet just out of reach. He whines, high and needy and Val finally takes some type of pity on him.
Quick fingers undo the gag and Vox sputters. “Val, please!”
"Mmmm, are you gonna be good for me, Señor Vox? You've been such a naughty patient so far. So much trouble."
"Yes, yes, I will be good, I will be so good, Val, Val, please I need you, I need to come, please please please—FUCK!"
Their voices pitch together as Val slides down, taking it all in one go like the practiced whore he is. Wound up as he is, Vox comes then and there, that intense hot pressure too much for his poor tormented cock. His brain goes blank, voice distorts, vision sputters as his screen glitches. It's overwhelming and when he finally comes back down from it, it's to Val stroking the side of his face with a tenderness that feels wrong and right at the same time. Vox leans into that touch.
"Back with me, papi?"
Vox can't find his voice—ironic that though he now has the gag removed he cannot speak—and so he settles for nodding. Fuck, the exhaustion is back full force now and his eyes droop.
They fly open again when Val moves.
Vox's voice breaks. "Uuuugh! F-f-f-f-f-fuck! V-v-val-l-l-l!"
Valentino grinds down, rotates his hips and purrs. Vox nearly screams. It's like fire, hot and tight and too much, far too much. That glorious tongue licks over Val's lips, the moth taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of Vox’s cock inside him. “So hot, Señor Vox. I need to make sure you’re not running a temperature.”
“D-does-s-s-sn’t this w-work the other way a-r-r-round?” Vox stutters out. Tries to. He can’t think. Val's heat is searing around his cock, squeezing him perfectly. Fuck, what was he trying to say again? Why is he even talking? Shit, his fans are loud as fuck. Is that supposed to happen?
A shudders runs through Vox's body as Valentino rolls his pussy down on his dick. Vox can hear the squelching of his own cum inside. He tries to force himself to focus.
"C-can't. Val-l-l-l-l. To-to-to-to soon."
"Now, now, Señor Vox. You promised you would be good, didn't you? Just relax and let me take care of you. Doctor knows best."
Some distant part of Vox's brain wants to remind Valentino that he is not actually a fucking doctor—and if he was this would most definitely be considered some kind of malpractice—but that part is overridden by his dick which has thoroughly taken the reins of this situation.
As evidenced by the fact that he is starting to get hard again. Thank fuck for short recovery periods.
Val moans, rocking his hips down. "You feel so good, baby."
Vox sobs. It's torture and bliss all at once. Val pets his cheek as he rides him slow, fingers caressing his antennae. It's a complete contrast to the face fucking he got earlier, when Val touched those same antennae so cruelly. Vox bucks up, tries to get Val to go faster, but the moth refuses. Instead he tucks his legs under Vox's and pins him further.
Heh…moth…pins…what was he thinking about?
The beautiful creature above him leans forward, captures his mouth in a kiss, and Vox sighs. Thinking is overrated. He'll think later.
Val gives the spot where Vox's nose should be a little peck when they separate, gently flicks his antennae. "Such a good boy." Vox's heart flutters at the praise. He tries to kiss Val again as the moth sits up. "Good boys get rewards."
And Val lifts his hips and slams them back down and Vox nearly comes again. The gentleness is gone and Val rides him like he's trying to win the Kentucky fucking Derby. Vox's head falls back with a wail and he kicked up his hips to meet Valentino when he comes down, wringing a high breathy moan out of the moth.
"F-f-f-f-u-u-u-u-u-uck-k-k-! Va-a-a-a-al! S-s-s-o goooooooooooood-d-d!"
Oh, his system is so fried.
Hands find his chest and the moth grinds the heels of his thumbs into the port covers of Vox's nipples. Vox chokes. Against his better judgment—his dick has ridden off into the sunset with the last of Vox's functional brain cells—Vox notches up the sensitivity and lets the action display on his screen. The message is clear.
Take me apart.
A cruel smile splits Valentino's face and he digs in again, Vox's body going taunt as he arches up. His head spins. So good. Fuck, it's so good. Val looks so good like this. Hands tormenting his chest. Bouncing on Vox's glowing cock. Vox swears he can see the bioluminescence through Val's fucking abs, but he might also be delusional at this point. Val wraps a hand around his own dick, fingers the ladder of barbells as he jerks himself. His pussy clenches that much tighter and Vox growls.
It's times like this that Val's sheer number of hands feels disorienting—two tormenting Vox's swollen nipples, one yanking on his own tit chain, and another pumping his cock in time with his frantic riding. It feels surreal and Vox loves it. Loves losing control. He shouldn't. Everything about him should hate this. He doesn't. He loves it. Loves this. Loves Va—
Val throws his head back and screeches, body going rigid as he shakes. His pussy grips Vox like a vice and Vox chokes on his own tongue. Feeling Val dual orgasm around him is a feeling he will never get tired of, watching that gorgeous monstrous body tremble and seize as his orgasm hits him two-fold. A fresh wave of slick gushes over Vox's cock as Val's seed spills across Vox's chest.
Val's antennae twitch—scenting and searching—and Vox's return the gesture. He can't quite pick up on Val's moth frequencies, but he can feel the electromagnetic threads in the air shift around them, can reach out with his own—toned down of course so he doesn't overwhelm him—and Val shivers when it reaches him. They can't speak like this, but they feel.
Valentino all but drops onto Vox's chest, into his own mess. A flicker of concern passes through Vox's brain, but the smoke chains hold, meaning the moth is not far gone enough to be worrisome. Val snuggles his chest, long tongue lazily lapping at one of Vox's nipples. Vox's cock twitches and he knows Val feels it from the way he grins. Vox wants to fuck up into him, wants his own release, but he restrains himself. Val needs a minute.
"Mmmmm, so good, baby. Fill me up just right."
Vox laughs, more of a huff of air than any actual sound. "If y-y-you let me up, I could fill you in more ways than one." He tries to wink, but he's pretty sure it just looks like some sloppy blink. Val's cock-drunk giggle confirms it.
Val pushes himself up onto his elbows, wiggling his hips and Vox bites his lip. "Yeah, you wanna gimme somethin' good? A little tip for taking such good care of you?"
"V-Val, nurses d-d-don't-t-t get ti-i-i-ips."
"Well, I'm special."
"Su-u-ure, ba-abe."
The moth leans over him, long tongue unfurling and slithering down the center of Vox’s chest, leaving a cooling strip of hot pink poison in its wake. "I think I have a few more tests that we should run, Señor Vox."
Aaaaaaaaaaand he's back in character. Vox gets the creeping sense that he should be worried.
The upper set of Val’s hands find their way to the covers of the TV demon’s nipples, nails digging under the edges until they pop off to expose the USB ports underneath. Vox swallows and groans when Valentino shifts up, reaching back towards the nearly forgotten doctor's bag once again. Every movement the moth makes rubs his dick just right and Vox can hardly focus on what Val pulls from his bag of tricks.
So when Valentino pushes the special USB "clamps" into the ports of Vox's nipples, he sees stars.
"FUCK!"
They're nasty little fuckers, yet another custom toy Valentino so gleefully spent Vox's money and manpower to make—classic USB thumb drives with a cable between them and the ability to connect to an app on Val's phone. They're already set to a specific mode, an instant sharp prickling feeling assaulting the ports of his nipples. Vox wails and struggles. Of course, it does nothing to actually stop the sensation, but he can't help to at least try.
The moth is beaming with excitement and cruelty as he takes out his phone and taps the screen and Vox nearly screams. Pulses of heat ripple out from the ports and they kick up into a rumble, lighting Vox's nerve endings on fire. Val hooks the cable on a finger the yanks hard and Vox arches up in a useless effort to relieve the strain.
Vox's screen glitches. "FUCK! FUCK! VAL! FUCK!"
After several agonizing moments, Valentino finally releases his hold on the cable between the "clamps" and Vox slumps back to the bed, panting heavily.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…"
"So sensitive, Señor Vox. I'll make sure to note that down on your chart."
"Fuck you," Vox hisses.
Val frowns. "Now, Señor Vox. You promised you would behave yourself, didn't you? That's not a very polite way to treat the nurse taking such good care of you."
"Taking care of me, my ass!" Okay, maybe that was not the smartest thing Vox could have done in this situation.
Val picks up his phone.
Yep, most definitely not the smartest thing he could have do—!
The surge of hot pleasure that spreads across his chest has Vox seeing stars. It burns, a sharp biting sensation that makes the muscles in his chest contract and spasm wildly. It shoots through his entire system and Vox's hips jerk involuntarily. Valentino moans and grinds his hips down on Vox's cock still inside him. Vox sobs.
"V-v-v-v-v-v-val-l-l-l! P-p-p-ple-e-e-e-ease!"
Val taps at his scream, ignoring Vox's cries. "Hmmm, you shouldn't be rude to the people trying to take care of you, Señor Vox."
Vox tries to respond, but that ability has left him. His entire body is a pulsing writhing mess of sensation. He's drunk with it. His body twitches and spasms without his direction. He's given up trying to stop it.
Val's grin is wicked. "Oh dear. You seem rather riled up, Señor Vox. Maybe you need something to calm you down?"
Vox knows exactly what he means. He tries to shake his head, but he's not entirely sure he's successful beyond flopping around. “V-v-v-v-val…n-n-n-n-no-o-o-o-o…”
Those bright sparkly ruby eyes flash. “Oh, baby, you know just what to say to turn me on.”
Vox jerks and throws his head back when Valentino’s tongue sweeps over the sensitive membranes of his gills. Vox lets out a strangled wail, world spinning. They suck that pink poison up greedily and he can practically feel it moving in his system.
Taking Val's poison in through his gills is the most effective way Vox can experience it. Swallowing has little effect on him—his system just filters it out before it can even hit his bloodstream. It's also intense as fuck. Like sticking his hand into the power grid. All at once his body is on fire, skin hot and every touch makes him shake and tremble. The pressure around his cock is almost blinding. Everything washes over him at once, drowns him. He swears he's going to cum and be sick at the same time. And when Val starts moving again, riding Vox at a vicious pace, he nearly screams.
He cums instantly. He's too wound up, too far over that edge, to stand a chance. His orgasm crashes into him so hard, Vox swears he blacks out for a minute, body tense like a bow string. His head spins and no sound is coming out even as his mouth hangs open in the shock of it all. Val's hands are on him, holding him, ground him.
Vox collapses to the bed, completely boneless. His limbs feel like jelly. The room is rocking back and forth. The lights are too bright. He squeezes his eyes shut with a soft whine and moments later he hears the quiet-only-audible-to-him buzz of the lights dimming. Val's hand strokes his face and Vox sobs and leans into the touch. He focuses on Val and where their bodies connect, where each hand is settled, gently petting and massaging Vox's midnight flesh. The biting in his chest has long since stopped and Val is no longer moving.
It's so good, to feel so adored like this. Val is a menace, but he's Vox's menace and Vox is the only one who gets to see this face. The face that tells him he's good and takes care of him. Val is the only one who gets to see Vox like this too.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Vox knows Val hasn't dosed him up nearly as badly as he would others. It always hits Vox so much harder like this and Val is always careful. He's only given him too much once—ugh, that was an awful night—and it's never happened since.
"Feeling better, Señor Vox?"
Vox says what he thinks are words, but they decidedly sound like nonsense. Val giggles above him. Vox tells him to fuck off. At least he tries to. Based on how those giggles only get louder, he's pretty sure he doesn't succeed. He can't be mad though when Val is making those cute little breathy snorts that he makes when trying to restrain his laughter.
The cool air sweeping over Vox's sensitive dick when Val pulls off of him makes him hiss. Surely he's going to be released now, right? Surely Val is done…right?
"Let's see what we've got lined up for the next test, Señor Vox."
Vox chokes.
He twists against the restraints as Valentino rifles through the doctor's bag, mild panic racing through his veins. "V-val…I-I-I can't…p-please…no-o-o-o m-more…"
Valentino ignores him, instead withdrawing a hard black case and moving over Vox once again. His lower hands drift down to squeeze the scarce meat of Vox's thighs, pushing them wider as he settles between them. Vox whines.
"This is what you get for putting off your health, Señor Vox. Now we have to do all these tests at once." Val pops open the case just out of Vox's view. "If you took better care of yourself, then maybe you wouldn't be such a mess."
Val considers the contents and nerves twist in Vox's stomach. The case isn't the biggest thing, kind of like a pencil case. Whatever the fuck is inside can't possibly be that bad.
Right?
When Val actually does withdraw something from the case, it does jack shit to answer Vox's questions.
Vox isn't sure what's he's looking at. It's just a small metal rod. It's thin, too thin to be any kind of anal toy and about the length of a pencil. One end is blunt and rounded and the other has a flat top with a big metal loop on it that Valentino uses to dangle the item from his finger.
"V-Val? What i-is that?" Oh thank fuck, the glitching is finally starting to right itself. No hard reset needed. Wouldn't be the first time though. Such is the danger of getting his brain fucked out by someone as hot and creative as Valentino. Another of Val's hands digs around in the bag and pulls out a butt plug. Now that Vox at least recognizes, though he's far from happy about it.
"H-h-hold the fu-uck up. Yo-ou know I d-don't…" He tries to growl, but the glitching makes it sound more like a snort.
Val only tuts at him, no even remotely phased by Vox's attempt to be threatening. "Now, now, Señor Vox. Prostate health is very important. If you don't take care of that, it could be very bad for you."
"O-o-oh, fuck-k you!" Vox snaps. "You're n-not a fucking-ing doctor, V-Val!"
"Of course not! I'm a nurse!"
"You're not th-th-that-at either!"
Bright red eyes narrow into dangerous slits. "Señor Vox, if you insist on being a problem patient, I will gag you again."
Vox, for once, shuts his mouth.
Vox's heartbeat (and dick) picks up as he watches Val drizzle lube over his fingers. He doesn't bottom. He's not like that…whatever "that" is. He's a man. A big strong man. He doesn't take it up the ass. Yeah, okay Val has stuck things in there every now and then, but like…Vox doesn't do that. Still, his cock twitches at the thought. Shut up! He's not like that!
His thoughts are interrupted by two fingers pressing between his cheeks to rub at the rim of his puckered hole. Vox wriggles at the strange feeling. Val chuckles.
"So nervous every time, Señor Vox. Don't worry, baby, I'll take good care of you."
When those two fingers push their way inside, Vox gasps and immediately tenses. It's always so odd in the beginning. Val wiggles his fingers around and spreads them out to stretch the muscles for the impending intruder.
Vox eyes the toy in Valentino's hand as Val works him open. It's not…it's not small by any means. It's a pretty classic shape, no fancy shenanigans, and Vox knows it's not the thickest in Val's collection, but it's long and Vox swallows as anxiety pools in his chest.
"Val…I don't t-think…"
Oh, Valentino most definitely ensures he doesn't think by choosing that exact moment to press both of those long horribly wonderful fingers right up against Vox's prostate. Vox's body snaps tight, a strangled cry forcing its way out of his throat. Val grinds his fingers down on the little bundle of nerves and Vox's cock jumps despite his protests.
Now that's he's found his target, Valentino is relentless. He plunges his fingers in again and again, each time rubbing down hard on that sweet spot deep inside and making Vox see stars.
"Can you orgasm like this, Señor Vox?"
"W-what…?" Vox gasps, barely comprehending the question. He's a little distracted.
"I asked if you can cum like this. It's important to know these things so we can keep track of your sexual health."
Vox's face burns and he glares up at the moth. "I-I…no, n-no, I can't!"
He knows at once that was the wrong thing to say as Valentino's grin stretches just a little too wide.
"Oh, well, we'll just have to work on that, won't we? Must keep everything healthy in here after all!"
Val doesn't even bother to warn him when he inserts to toy, just rips his fingers out and shoves it into place so fast it has Vox choking on his breath. The sudden fullness makes him groan low in his throat. It's uncomfortable, even with the prep, but it's not as bad as he feared. It goes deep though, deeper than Vox thinks anything else Val has used on him ever has. It's so deep it's almost uncomfortable. He tries to wiggle and the motion has him jerking against the restraints as the toy drags against his prostate. Fuck…fuck, it's so long he can't escape it.
He screams when Val turns the toy on.
The vibrations are intense right up against those nerves and Vox thrashes. He tries to cry out for Val, but all that comes out is warbling static. His rock hard dick bounces against his stomach, glowing like some fucked up light show. He doesn't…he can't help that it feels good…it's so sensitive, it's not…it doesn't mean he likes it! He's not a bottom!
He's already gonna cum again. Fuck, fuck, how?! He knows how. His gills are dripping with it.
It punches the air out of his lungs when he cums, body twisting and rigid. His vision cuts out for a moment and Val at least has the decency to turn the fucking thing down as Vox slumps ungracefully onto the mattress. The evil bastard has the audacity to wink at him when he dips down to lap up Vox's spend. Bitch.
Val smacks his lips and suddenly he has that little rod in his hand again. Oh, Vox forgot all about that. It's slick and shiny with lube—when did Val do that?—and Vox doesn't even have a chance to ask what Val is going to do before that rod is lined up and pushed nearly an inch into his oversensitive cock.
"WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?!"
Vox tries to squirm, but Valentino's free hands hold him down, the weight on his thighs pinning him securely. Vox can only watch as that silver rod disappears inch by inch into his dick.
"Be good and stay still for me, Señor Vox. We wouldn't want any accidents, now would we?"
This is new, entirely new, and Vox is not sure how he feels about it. It's strange. Oh it's so strange. It's a tight fit and Vox sobs. Val finally stops when there's only a little bit of the toy sticking out the top of Vox's dick. Vox has never felt full in his dick before.
"This is so weird," he gasps. The anger has worn off. He's too tired to keep it going. Now he's just…floating in some delirious haze of disbelief. There's a metal rod in his dick. All the way in. Val is fucking his dick.
This doesn't make him a bottom, right?
"Talk to me, papi," Val coos, giving his dick a few gentle pumps.
"I…fuck, what do you want me to s-say? You're f-fucking my dick. Is that allowed? Are yo-yo-you allowed to do that?"
Valentino laughs. "I can do whatever I want, baby. You're mine."
Sure…sure…that sounds right…doesn't it? Fuck, okay, maybe he will have to do that reboot after all. Thinking is hard. His dick is getting fucked.
Valentino swivels the toy slowly and Vox gasps. He fights to keep still. Val said not to move. He wants to be good. He can be good.
The tip of the toy grinds down again and Vox shakes. It's a contrast to how they normally play, so slow and gentle and yet Vox is pretty sure his brain is melting out of his ports. It doesn't hurt. Vox absolutely thought it would hurt. It's just…full. So strangely full. He's hard again, with one of Val's hands pumping him slow and gentle while the other guides the rod in slow little circles. Can Val feel the toy move in his hand? Oh, that'd be kinda cool. Vox can feel it, can feel every shift and roll and it makes makes him gasp for air.
Val catches the ring again and drags it out until about half the rod has left Vox's throbbing cock before pushing it back in. Fuck, Val really is fucking his dick. It's steady and measured and Vox is relieved for that. The last thing he needs is a broken dick.
A few pumps later, Valentino pulls the toy completely free this time and takes another rod from the case. This one looks mostly the same as the last, except for the ribbing on the shaft and the sizable metal ball on the end.
Vox feels a wave of unease wash over him. "Um…is that ac-ac-actually gonna…?"
"Just breathe, baby."
That doesn't make Vox feel any better.
It's most definitely more of a task than the last. The stretch has him gasping and fighting to keep still. So full, oh fuck, he's so full. One of Val's free hands slips down to massage his balls and Vox groans, letting his head fall back. Is…is this supposed to feel this good? Val starts right away with pumping that thick rod in and out of his cock and Vox lifts his head again to watch.
It's such a surreal sight, watching his dick get fucked. Fuck, it's so good. It's like all these nerves he never knew existed are suddenly awake and he feels intoxicated with it. The hand holding his dick presses its thumb under the head of his cock and massages there and Vox releases a soft wail, arching his hips up slightly. He can't do much with the way Val is sitting on him, but he does a little, rocking up to meet Val's gentle thrusts of the toy.
"Oooh, you like that, Voxxy? Good boy."
The praise sends a shiver down his spine and he whimpers. "Please. Please, V-Val. I need…I need…please…"
"What do you need, baby? Tell Daddy what you need."
"Wanna…wanna…make you feel good…"
Val squeaks softly, eyes widening for a moment before he smirks. "What a good boy."
Val's hands leave him for only a moment, just enough for Val to turn himself around and lower his hips on Vox's waiting tongue. A thrill shoots through Vox's system when the restraints on his wrists vanish into a thick plume of cherry flavored smoke.
"Make me feel good, daddy," Val purrs and that's all the encouragement Vox needs. He grabs Val's hips, lets his claws bite into the flesh there, and dives in like a man starved. Above him, Val groans, loud and pleased. "Good boy. So good." Val's hands find him again and Vox gasps when the toy in his ass kicks up along with Val's work on his cock.
Fuck yes.
Vox's entire being is a blur of pure sensation. Val's hands—and oh fuck, his tongue—on his cock, the toy in his ass buzzing against his prostate, the rod dragging in and out of his cock. He buries his own tongue into Val's wet hole, fucks him with it and rolls bursts of electricity straight into the moth's core. Val grinds down on his face shamelessly. Vox more feels his labored breathing than anything else, hot puffs of air washing over his cock where the moth has his tongue wrapped around him. Vox reaches under, grabs Val's leaking cock, and the rumbling groan he gets for his efforts vibrates down his cock.
Vox's orgasm is dry this time. He's got nothing left. It still hits him like a thunderbolt and when he comes to, the chains holding his ankles are gone and so are all of Val's tools and toys. Even whatever the fuck Val plugged into his brain is gone. He weakly looks around the room, trying to spot the moth.
"Val?"
Did…did he just leave? Seriously? Vox clenches what passes for his jaw, trying to stop the wobbling of his mouth.
It's fine. It's fine. He's fine. He's fi—
The door to the bathroom swings open and Vox jumps so sharply that he nearly falls right off the bed. Val doesn't seem to notice, happy and sated and humming to himself as he strolls back over to the bed and plucks Vox up like he weighs nothing at all.
If he notices Vox is trying not to cry, he says nothing, preferring to carry him away into the bathroom. The full tub has already filled the room with steam and Vox sighs when he is lowered into the hot water, Val settling down behind him.
"Is taking baths with your patients a normal part of bedside manner?" Vox giggles. He feels a little drunk. Might be the endorphins…though whether its the ones from the sex or the ones from realizing Val didn't leave, he can't say.
"Only for my special patients."
"'m special?"
Val hums. He kisses the back of Vox's screen. Vox smiles and sinks back against his chest. He's tired. He shouldn't sleep in the bath. It's fine. Val won't let him drown. Maybe. Whatever.