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"Holy shit...Al, you brilliant motherfucker," Angel breathed in utter disbelief. This wasn't real. None of this could be real. For all he knew, he could still be asleep from that threesome session that had him limp his sore ass to the hotel, but he's pinched himself five times now, he wasn't dreaming at all.
This was all real. Realer than anything he's ever seen before. And this was completely out of the blue.
In a way, the stripper did not see this coming. Was this some kind of dream that came true when he needed it most? Was this sheer luck from his breakdowns from his owner's abuse? This made little sense. But the more his eyes laid upon the scene, the less he believed that this was fiction, aside from this being reality.
"You didn't...no way..." The disbelief in Angel's voice turned gradually to relief if not utter joy. "And so soon."
"Why, better sooner than later, dear Angel." The Radio demon, Alastor remarked, dusting himself off as he stood afore Angel Dust, proudly presenting a nude Valentino he drug in using his magic - which were ebony tentacles coming out of his back, bruised and dirtied, but alive and in one piece, which wasn't unlike the demon. In any other situation, he'd be missing one or two limbs at the very least. His four arms were bound two ways. His upper pair cuffed in front of him and his lower pair cuffed behind him. The only thing he had on was his signature heart shades that were lop-sided with the lenses cracked at the corners.
He had that defiantly pissed look about him but the spider demon saw a glimmer of intimidation in those eyes if he hadn't noticed sooner. He wasn't even fighting against his bonds, considering who had him on his knees.
And all Angel was looking to do was sleep off the lingering soreness in his ass and not be subject to Vaggie's constant chastising but now, this happened.
His shithead club boss who treated him like horse shit, bound and stripped of his pimpish glory before his very eyes, thanks to a rival overlord. The same overlord he might've broken the bed backshotting the fuck out of.
And though he isn't showing it now, somewhere deep inside of him, his fantasy of having this pimping piece of shit at his mercy had been fulfilled at long last, and he was giddy as all hell. And even better, the asshole wasn't even all that pissed off or even glaring daggers at his club's main attraction since he was buddies with the superior overload, but almost...
Submissive. Just how he liked it.
"Al, you didn't..." Angel couldn't find the words to express his gratitude. "Ya didn't 'ave to- a-and so soon. I-I mean..."
The crimson man tittered, patting the moth boss's head beside him. "Now, now, Angel, you've been dreaming quite often for this moment and since we're thick as thieves, I figured I'd make them come true." He licked his lips at the erection Angel was griping in his short shorts. "Your dream of dominating a certain Overlord, that is."
"Nnh..." Valentino rasped under his breath, blushing profusely, which aroused the spider demon more. There was literally no way the jackass accepted his predicament this easily, unless Al did more than just capture him and bring him here. He had a lot of guesses but at this point, the dancer was too happy and all to vengeful to think about it. What mattered was that his dream had finally come true and Valentino was on his knees, ready to be done just the others before.
"Well, uh, thanks a lot, Smiles." He shrugged, grinning just like the psychopath down at Valentino, pulling down and stepping out of his shorts, exposing his erect cock that throbbed with need. With a need to pound some ass. "I appreciate it."
"Consider it a gift for earlier. For, you know, showing me what bottoming is like. I've gotten Husker to do the same you know, it's such an enlightening experience, I tell you." Replied Alastor as he slid Valentino closer to Angel using his own shadow, eyeing his erection and humming seductively. "I can assist indulging in your gift if you want. I too have wondered if this 'Overlord' bottomed as well."
At this, the moth boss finally decides to speak his mind just as Angel held him by the head, slapping his cock against his face. "The fuck do you think, dipshit? It ain't lik-" He was cut off by his star dancer stuffing his cock deep inside his mouth, eyes widened under his glasses as the latter shushed him from above.
"Fuckboys don't talk, be quiet." He hissed down at him, pushing him down where his balls tapped against his chin. "Ohh, his throat's so warm. Ah, I'd like that, Smiles. I do, but this is a bit of a personal mattah." He emphasized with a sharp thrust against the pimp's face. "I'll hand 'im ova when I get through if ya like sloppy seconds."
"Very well. Have fun, you two!" Alastor bid farewell, sinking into his shadow and leaving under the door, leaving the stripper with his boss.
At long last, the roles are reversed.
With him gone, Angel's focus returned to Valentino, who choked on his cock that had grown the last time he saw it. It was a pitiful four to five inches for as long as he could remember, but now it went down his throat at nine to ten inches, with his balls being as big as tennis balls. His physique was noticeably the same yet he could feel the strength through the way he firmly held his head using both hands. The albino pulls him back slowly after several seconds, hissing with that grin still plastered to his face.
He doesn't feel it now, but a small part of him that once made up a large part of him wanted to smack it off his face, but somehow, because of him being in this position as a so-called 'bottom', his only response was a half-hearted glare as he was shoved back into his fluffy naval with his cock shoved back down his throat.
"Ahh, yeah, I've been waitin' a long time foh dis..." Angel said lowly, slowly and deeply thrusting himself down the moth pimp's throat, shivering at how wet and hot it felt around his shaft. "Fuuuuck, I can't believe I'd get to do it so soon."
"Hnng, ghk," Was Valentino's response. Whatever it had meant, it awakened that feral part of the albino he had previously unleashed on Husk the other day. What he did to him, he'll do to his 'saving grace', and savor every moment of it. He could hardly wait. The cock going back and forth down his throat went faster and he gagged louder, one eye closing as the other stayed focused on the very person he took advantage of.
The spider demon growled, making great use of his mouth with harsher, quicker thrusts, making sure he went deep inside his throat so that he'd keep making those sweet guttural noises for him just like he did under his rule. The moth demon would take pleasure in throatfucking him with little to no mercy, not stopping no matter how much Angel signaled for him to as he couldn't breathe. It was made worse when he'd be threatened with violence if he failed to keep his gag reflex in check the first few times his mouth was used as a fucktoy. He even had a few of his teeth punched out of his mouth when he couldn't fit his thick meat in his mouth without the sharp dentures getting in the way.
Eating anything was a chore when it came to that, which made him hate being with this piece of shit to the very last time it happened. Now he's paying him back for those moments one harsh thrust at a time, drinking in that face of his that was pressed against his naval again and again. The magenta dot in his eye shines and he was huskily panting and hissing as he made sure every last inch of his penis was down his throat, making him choke on his meat exactly as he did him.
He remembered the way Valentino did it. He'd start out by firmly holding his head in place as he went slow, penetrating his throat with an astonishing twelve inches of pure sinner demon meat. How he was able to take it down his throat and up his ass for so long, he had no idea, but damn if it didn't benefit him in the long run. His thrusts would get harder along the way, faster too, until the poor dancer was overwhelmed and he would then be held down on his dick that'd overtake the majority of his throat for as long as he pleased. He remembered passing out a couple of times and would be shafted back to consciousness soon after.
Angel still had a bad taste in his mouth over that, but wasn't too mad now, he was returning the favor after all, and the moth on his knees taking his cock deep was looking more and more eager the longer he indulged in him. He chuckled huskily, actually drooling from the hot feel of his boss's mouth, moaning in between thrusts whilst panting, looking down and taking in more pleasure from the way he started to lean in against his pistoning hips, those eyes that were half-closed, but still looking into Angel's, moaning and choking amorously as his cock pulsed, drooling pre on the floor.
He wanted to be fighting against Angel's advances. He wanted to do everything in his power to stop his little fantasy in his tracks and assume control, but with how deep into it was, he had no control over himself, his mind, or even his own will. That fucker with the shit-eating grin made sure to sap any kind of willpower out of him, however he did it, and take him to the one person he crowned his top-performing dancer, meaning that he had no choice but to be his own personal, oversized fucktoy.
That he was starting to like.
"Haaaah, yeaaaah..." Angel sighed, his cock dipping in and out of Valentino's mouth sopping wet with spit alongside the area around his mouth and his naval that became damp. "I love yer fuckin' mouth, baby..." He thrusts far enough and closed the distance between him and the moth demon, holding the back of his head and holding him there. "Aw, your goddamn throat's even bettah."
"Glrk- ghh~!" Valentino let out in short bursts, his cuffed hands settling on Angel's legs. The cuffs had a long enough chain that he could still hold onto something with enough leverage, but not nearly enough for any funny business. "Hnnnh..."
"Yeah, choke down every goddamn inch, you fuckin' slut," The albino demon exhaled, using this third set of hands to grasp Valentino's throat and further assure that he took him all in. He felt him swallow and he squeezed, feeling him shake as he groaned on him. "Choke on it!" He growled down at him.
He exhaled loudly again, smacking him across the face when he felt his cock retract from within his throat, shoving it back into place as he strangled the Overlord and snarled. "And don'tcha dare fuckin' pull away! You put me to sleep wit dat log in between yer legs back den, now I'm returnin' da favah!" He smacks him again to be sure. He felt a rush of satisfaction from hearing the pitiful bastard whimper from the strike. Were it any other way, he'd have punched a few of his teeth out before going back to making good use of his throat as though it were a fleshlight. That'll probably come later, but for now, he'll just let him taste his own medicine.
The demon in between his legs gagged more wetly, barely able to breathe through his nose buried in fluffy white pubes, feeling all the more aroused with the lack of air that was flowing into his lungs. He heard Angel count down from ten but he was more focused on trying to breathe, even a little, what with his airways further restricted, but it was proving to be a great task and he was feeling lightheaded.
"Five..." Angel counted, unbuttoning his shirt and removing his bowtie, keeping a tight hold on his boss as he took it off with all four arms. "Unnh, four..."
"Hrg-!"
"Fuck yeah...three...Oh, fuck it." Angel tossed his shirt aside and didn't even let the countdown end before he started to vigorously fuck the moth's face. "Fuhuhuuuuck, yes!" He grunted breathlessly and endlessly, deeply abusing his throat and riding the high of the club owner letting out various sounds that were completely submissive and messy.
"HRG! Glrk! Glrk! Glrk! Glrk! Glrk! Glrk! Hrk! Hrk! Hrk! Hrk! Hrk! Hrk..."
Jesus, this was music to his ears. He could keep this up all day and all night if he wanted to, destroying Valentino's throat as he sits there and takes it, shedding hot tears as he moans for more and his cock throbbed, completely under his star dancer's control. "Hrk...Hrk...GwOCK, GwOCK, GwOCK! HGH!!!"
"Yeah...Yeah...Yeah..." Angel panted, fondling his chest and moaning shakily when he eventually shoved him down on his pelvis, making him swallow his rod again. "God, I just wanna be in yer throat fer days." But his fantasy wasn't all on throating him to unconsciousness. That ass of his was next in line to be fucked and before he ever busted a nut, he'd own it to his heart's content. "But I got sumthin' else for ya." He hisses, finally letting go of Valentino's throat and pulling out of it, leaving him to moan pitifully but instantly get into a coughing fit the second he inhaled through his spit-splattered mouth.
"Get yer ass on the bed. Now." He ordered sternly, slapping him across the face with his wet meat. "Or do you want me to strangle you again?"
"Y-yes...Da-ngh-" Valentino fell into another coughing fit as Angel stepped aside to let him crawl to the bed, climbing on top on all fours and taking a moment to take off his glasses and flick them aside as to not damage them further for what happened next. Even when submissive, he still maintained some kind of class to care for his belongings, however little of them he possessed at this moment. He doesn't get a second more to place it on the nearest nightstand before a hand came down on his ass with a loud smack. "Unh!" He breathed out of shock.
"Ass up."
Another lick to his ass and he shudders, getting into a comfortable position and arching his back, allowing his ass to hang in the air, now awaiting the spider's next move.
Said spider was stroking his pink-striped cock, licking his chops as he purred, taking in the pimp's ample rear. Those greyish-lavender cheeks were as round as Alastor's, but thicker and extra fuckable. It even jiggled more when he went in to hit it again and watched them wobble as the demon gasped, staying in position.
"Lookin' good, Val," Angel said, grabbing both asscheeks and spreading them. "Wow." He whispered, finding that his asshole was considerably gaped and shiny, which meant he was probably getting off or was getting ready to before he was rudely interrupted. But he could care less, what large dildo he rode would never compare to the real thing, especially the one that was going to plow him into a cock-drunk whore, just like Husk. "Fuck, baby..." He stroked himself faster as he simultaneously kept his ass spread and fingered his loose Overlord pussy (or overbussy?)
"Aaa-aah!" Valentino whined, biting his hip. He was only minutes into riding a toy thinking of Vox until Alastor's untimely arrival, and he was still sensitive down there. "P-please, d-d-d-mmmh~!"
"Please what?" Angel hummed, twisting his fingers around inside of him, making sure the rest of his rectum was loose. "Speak up, motherfucker."
"Ffff....fuck me..." The moth demon whimpered, hoping he was heard this time.
"Whaaat?" Angel went on as though he didn't hear him, thrusting his digits in his anal caverns with additional force using three fingers. "Fuck me what?"
"D-Daddy, please- nngh-ahhh, fuck me!" Valentino conceded, almost sobbing as his prostate was being rubbed back and forth. "Please, Daddy, please, I want iiittt~!"
Being called daddy by someone like Val amongst getting to fuck the shit out of him was a rare achievement only Angel was able to achieve as of late and he couldn't be more proud of himself if he tried. Really, the radio demon was the one who brought him to his doorstep but it was simply to make his one dream come true. Sure, it was to be free of Valentino's control, but to make him into a slut in the process? He's being spoiled too much.
Nonetheless, he finally got his wish.
Grinning widely again, Angel wordlessly grants the pimp his wish. He pulls his fingers out and prods his hole with the head of his cock, rubbing around it slowly, letting his soon-to-be cockslut whine some more until he finally decided upon letting him have it. He hissed, grabbing onto his hips standing at the foot of the bed while firmly planting his feet on the floor, and with a grunt, slammed himself inside to the very hilt with a soundly 'plap'!
"Ah~!" Cried Valentino. The spider demon behind him laughed and then grunted, slamming into him without even taking his time to get there, raising his first set of arms behind his head and letting his second pair do the work. "Ahh~!"
"Yeah, bitch! Yeah!" Angel seethed, gritting his teeth as he went balls-deep with each harsh thrust, intaking the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of a smooth hole that took him with grace. His hips smack against the moth's ass with increasing intensity and he used his third set of arms to spank those delicious asscheeks that jiggled against him like he was fucking a mountain of jello fashioned into a stupid fucking moth boss with a big ass.
Every last thrust inside was as deep as it was harsh and swift. He bestowed that same energy with his ass, forcing those pleasured noises out of his boss, taking great pleasure in the way his voice jumped in pitch and volume every so often, wishing he took him on his back so he could look at that smug face twist into one of absolute ecstasy. Unfortunately, he loved to fuck/be fucked in a doggystyle position, but he'll make up for that with Alastor later on. Or maybe Husk. Or better yet, that cuck on this asshole's dick 24/7.
He won't have the pleasure of throating him relentlessly given that his head's a screen but at least he won't have to wait to get in his ass.
Valentino cried out when he was spanked again, gripping the crumpled blanket on the bed he was getting railed on, what little fight remaining inside completely gone, replaced with want. Want for dick. He pushed back against Angel's hips, clenching his teeth as whimpers escaped and added more music to his ears, fueling his hips slapping against him to hit harder and his ass to be struck the same way. "AaAAAaaAAAhhh~!"
"Fuckin' sing for me, baby! Fuckin' sing dat song for me, you know da words..." Angel breathed, releasing a huff with each roll of his hips. "Just like dat, baby...fuuuuck, I've been waitin' to put your slutty ass in your place for a while now..." He hissed, hardening the next few thrusts that had Valentino almost screaming as he failed to stifle the near-girly moan he let out. He was rubbing his prostate with his shaft, adding more to the endless waves of bliss washing over him like a beached whale. "Oh, you have no fucking idea..."
"God, Da-DD-yYYyyYYY! Pl-EA-EAse!" The moth boss cried out as the spider's cock moved faster and faster up his ass, their balls slapping together with their bodies, the sound of fleshy slaps becoming almost heavenly. His eyes were rolling up into his skull at this point, but it was hard to tell considering he had no pupils, but his tongue hanging out of his open mouth was a good enough indication. "Please...please...please...don't..."
"Don't what, bitch?" Angel huffed, slapping his tender ass, making him cry out again. "Don't stop? Ok." He sucked in a breath and held tightly onto those breeding hips, biting his lip and jackhammering the pimp's ass, hearing those smacks echo in the room followed by his cries that came after each 'plap' noise.
He couldn't take it anymore! Angel was digging deeper when he pulled him closer, making each deep thrust to the point as well as almost perfectly hitting his sweet spot. "AaaaAAAAAH~!" One good hit there finally makes him cum, and he came buckets. His cock pulsed and dispensed thick ropes of jizz uncontrollably on the bed, balls emptying from weeks of holding it because he and Vox had a nasty altercation over the treatment of the newbies that would affect income.
Not that it was worth getting into. His girls were a better option but he was bitter as all hell until today. The bed under him was soaked in his cum and Angel pounded on, none the wiser to the mess he made on his bed. Though, he most likely wouldn't care at this point, because he was invested deeply in backshotting the man who made him who he was, through abuse, bad-mouthing, and threats on top of everything else having to do with poledancing.
And now, he let him know what he thought about it by making him his bitch.
"Hunh..." Angel exhaled, his voice trembling as his violent fucking made the bed tremble and the larger demon on it rocked back and forth. "Fuck, I'm wearing the fuck outta this pussy, huh?"
"Yes, Daddy!" The moth moaned in return, laying in his own release, letting the smaller demon take total control. "FuuUuuUuck!" He heard his grunts from behind come out husky and growly as time passed on. He was in a neverending world of bliss just from being mercilessly railed by a slut he made to be his trophy over the years. It was poetic that he was now a slut himself because he had never been fucked this good since the last time he let Vox take over. "YeEeEesss!"
"That dick's good, huh, bitch? Huh?" Angel huffed, feeling his orgasm building at an alarming rate thanks to the way he was wearing out Valentino's bubbly ass. "Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah -ss- yeah, yeah, yeah..." He trailed off, raising his head and letting out a silent moan, biting his lip. "God, you feel so fucking good, you fucking bitch ass fuck...boy...Mmmh!"
The pimp's response was to moan for him, crying out ever so often during the plethora of ass swats and thrusts rocking him to the fro. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck yeah!" He grit his teeth. "AAAA-A-A-A-A- NN-N-N-N-NNHhhhHHHH~!" He was going crazy at this point and he wished for this to go on forever.
But sadly, such a thing wouldn't be granted for too long. Angel Dust repeatedly smacked his red-tinted rear as his thrusts become harsher, but slower all the same. His teeth were so firmly gritted that he couldn't even form the words necessary to warn that he was about to cum, as he let himself fuck the Overlord as long as he possibly could, making each one to the point and as deep as he could manage.
"Hnnnngh..." He snarled, his eyes slipping close. "Hnngh, fuuuuck!"
He stilled many thrusts later, slamming inside on the last one with Valentino moaning and creaming again with the albino following behind closely. "Hunnnh- UNH!!!" He emptied himself balls-deep inside of his ass after what seemed like an eternity of raw ass fucking. "Unh, fuuuuck! Uhhhhnnhh!"
"Ohh-h-h-hh~!" Valentino breathed, slackening on the bed as his sore ass was filled with wet warmth one pump at a time, welcoming the feeling with open arms. Or with a perfectly breedable ass. Angel stayed inside, letting his nuts drain inside the same person who did the same thing he paid him back for in full, before he pulls out and stroked his cum/spit-coated shaft, muttering a curse and shooting a few more ropes on his ass and his back.
"God...damn!" He grunted, jerking harder and shooting a little more cum onto his ass for good measure, touching off the results of a submissive Overlord that just got backshotted by a porn star. "Fuck..." He sighed, going to retrieve his phone from his short shorts and turning back towards Valentino, slapping his softening cock in between his ass, snapping a photo or two before slapping his ass for the last time.
"Unh..." The Overlord groaned, his body still shaking from the insane backshot session he had just been put through, feeling both satisfied and tired at the same time. He'd have felt embarrassed for letting himself get shafted like this by someone who was under his boot in the line of business, being pure merchandise for him, but he felt the opposite. If anything, he wouldn't mind going through it again, and since Angel hinted at Alastor having sloppy seconds earlier, that was going to be just the case.
"'Bout time I tapped dat ass. How's that feel?" The spider asked him as he tapped away on his phone, sending the photos online.
"Hmmm..." Valentino found himself purring, smiling wearily. "Amazing~."