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One night, he and the Vees were out celebrating the opening at one of their new clubs. Angel had wanted to invite his friend Cherri, but Valentino said “this wasn’t really her scene.” Bullshit. Each of the Vees was now a set of shots and a few rounds of cocaine in, and their body types were metabolizing dramatically differently.
“I think this is going well!” a cross faded Vox shouted over the music.
“Beelzebub didn’t send a single scalper, so I’m not sure…” said Velvette, scrolling intently on her phone.
“Cheer up bitch, this place is packed to the gills!” said Val.
Velvette’s eyes snapped. “Oh it’s popping off Val, only I criticise me. You simpletons just worship.”
“Is that Asmodeus?” slurred Vox. Val and Angel turned around.“Don’t LOOK.”
“Vixen, eyes on the door, do we have Asmodeus in the house?” paged Velvette to her assistant.
“You two always celebrate by working! Debauchery is our business, indulge in some!”
“I’m sampling an unreleased black market street drug in an hour, then meeting the “Daughters of Lilith” with VIP backstage passes before my 2am orgy. Sounds like you’re behind, Valen tino .”
“Christ on a crucifix Vel, note taken. Voxxy, you wanna share a cock sleeve?”
“I’m literally already walking away from you dollface,” said Vox, picking up a call on his cell phone.
“Looks like you’re stuck with me toots,” said Angel. He wasn’t above a love to cash in. Any twink could give him a night of debauchery, Angel was going to give him a night of sorcery. “When was the last time you threw a bomb?”
“Fifty years ago?” said Val, skeptically.
Angel leaned over and kissed him “let’s get out of here.”
Cherri met them in the Turf Wars, Angel and Val strapped to the neck in fetish gear, sporting bandoliers of dynamite.
“Ange!” she yelled over the sound of gunshots, “you finally brought your own stash you mooch!”
“Yeah, this is my stash, Val, Val, this is my friend Cherri”
“The dynamite, not the guy,” she said, dodging a nearby missile.
“I’m sorry, I’m your stash of what?” said Val, distracted by the crashing explosions
“Money, drugs, cock, you’re the keeper of some of my favorite assets” said Angel.
“Enough talking, assholes, or you’re gonna get yourselves killed!” grabbing a stick of dynamite from Angel’s bandolier, she sprinted away.
The trick to entrancing a man, is to forget all about him, and love yourself. The three took cover behind a barricade, where Cherri was finalizing an extravagant explosive.
“Hold ‘em off Ange,” she shouted.
Angel jumped up onto the top of the blockade, manifesting his third set of arms, always ready with their pair of Tommy guns. He heard Val splutter behind him, as he let out a whoop and began firing on their opponents. His ears rang from the blasts, adrenaline coursed through his system, blood splattered his face, and fuck, he forgot how good this felt.
He dropped behind the barrier, panting, “I missed you so much, bitch!”
“I missed you, you cunt!” said Cherri, ducking. “I thought I’d never get to meet the new sugar daddy either.”
She poked her head out, and hurdled the contraption into the onslaught, cackling at the wave of destruction in its wake.
They shot their way to a derelict structure, climbing to the top.
“Come on daddy-o, never thrown a bomb before?” asked Cherri, not unkindly, as Angel hung out a window, gunning down demons scaling their wall.
“Of course I have,” snapped Valentino.
“Then what’s the matter? Have a little fun babe,” she said, snatching one of his dynamite sticks. “Nice shot, Ange!”
“I know, I’ve still got it!”
It wasn’t long before Val got into the swing of things. Angel knew condescending to him sure wouldn’t help any. He liked to think it was after a particularly sexy bit of parkour on his part that Val threw the first stick, but honestly, it was too loud to remember. They climbed, crawled, ducked, dodged, and screamed till they were hoarse. Doing lines on a moonlit rooftop in the heart of a battle zone definitely counted as magical.
When Cherri shooed them off from her rattling pickup truck, their driver Gigan was wise enough to already have headphones on when he picked them up. They fucked in the back of the limo, Angel riding high off the adrenaline, Val more than happy to worship at his blood soaked altar. Angel pinned him roughly, biting and bruising his tender flesh as Val growled with desire. Val looked up at him with such fucking awe, that it made Angel thrust into him harder and harder yet.
Victory.
By the time they reached the penthouse, Val was ready for round two. He manhandled Angel possessively into a room that was definitely not the bedroom. Playroom? Score.
“My big strong papi chulo ” he murmured, kissing Angel, roughly. “The farther to fall, no?”
“You may be mixing metaphors, hot stuff” said Angel, grabbing the back of his neck and biting his lip.
“You wanna talk back? Give me an English lesson, and I’ll show you dangerous” he said, turning to a wardrobe Angel knew was stocked with toys he probably hadn’t even heard of yet.
“I think we both know which of us is more dangerous after tonight,” said Angel, grinning wickedly and grabbing him from behind.
“Please. I could have you begging on your knees in 90 seconds flat.”
“Only if I wanted to be,” said Angel, groping the bulge in his pants.
“No, I could also make you,” said Val, turning to him with a set of restraints.
“You wanna try?”
“Try? You’re a joke.”
“That’s not what Gigan heard you say fifteen minutes ago,” laughed Angel, tackling him.
Val shouted indignantly as he went down, the implements falling from his hands. The two tussled on the floor, all muscles and friction, till they were out of breath.
Angel allowed himself to be restrained “struggling” and shouting all the time. “You bastard, you’ll never break me!”
“Now, is that any way to talk to your master?” said Val as he locked the collar in place.
“You’re no master of mine,” Angel spat.
Val turned around and backhanded him, sending Angel to the floor, unable to balance in his restraints. He stood over Angel, as Angel felt blood flowing from his head to far more pleasant places. Fuck.
“That should shut you up, slut.”
Angel laughed. “Is that all you’ve got, old man? You almost lost to a sissy.”
Val grabbed him by the chain attached to his collar, lifting him and threatening his airflow.
“You’ll regret that, you little bitch”
“What are you gonna do? Flog me? Oooh, a whip, I’m SO scared. A straitjacket? Yawn. Come on, a cane? I’ve had it all tough guy. Put me in a St. Andrew’s Cross, the bondage stocks, a glory hole… SOMEthing INteresting!”
Val yanked his chain again, reaching for a cat o’ nine tails. “When you’re ready to beg, we can try this again.”
“Was that supposed to scare me?” smirked Angel.
CRACK!
The first strike sent Angel’s head spinning. He felt endorphins begin to cascade over his body as his back wept from pain.
“Oooh yessss daddy, more, pleeeeease” he teased.
CRACK!
“Do I need to gag you, whore?” threatened Val.
“Of course not, you like it too much.”
CRACK!
Angel felt his wit receding, as the blood rushed through his body, from his rapidly rising welts, to his swelling cock, to the raw, tender flesh of his back.
“Who’s your master?” said Valentino, grabbing his chin and tilting his face up.
“No one!”
CRACK!
The mix of fury, determination, and power in Val’s eyes was intoxicating. Angel salivated at his touch, leaning into it subconsciously. It was Val’s turn to smirk.
“Who’s your master?”
“Cherri Bomb!”
CRACK!
Angel dropped his head against his will. Fuck, that hurt. He felt Val reach around to his cock, stroking it torturously. He bit back a moan of relief.
“Who’s your master?”
“Vox!”
CRACK!
The loss of Val’s hand around his shaft made Angel whimper, deflating his defiant image. Please… He just wanted– he just wanted–
“Who’s your master?”
“Velvette?” he said lamely.
CRACK!
Val chuckled as he landed the next strike. Angel swallowed a moan, his pussy pulsing with need. He felt the first rivulet of blood running down his back.
“Who is your master?”
“Fuck you!” said Angel, dizzily.
CRACK!
This strike left Angel breathless. He dimly heard his master stroking his own cock behind him. This wasn’t fair! Val wasn’t allowed to have fun without him–!
“Who is your master?” said Val, coming up behind Angel so that one of his bound hands brushed against his master’s cock.
“Fuck off,” he said, creatively. He could hold out. He wasn’t going to–
CRACK!
Angel tried desperately to keep hold of Val’s cock as the next strike landed, but he was helpless against its force. His master came up behind him and roughly inserted a pair of fingers into his pussy, finding him wet and begging.
“Who is your master?” said his master, fingering him mercilessly.
“Not–! You–someone not you!” he rambled deliriously.
CRACK!
His master laughed as he pulled his fingers from inside of Angel, who felt tears springing to his eyes. Please– He could feel his master pressed up against his back, his welts searing, the blood smearing between their bodies.
“Who. Is. Your. Master?”
“You!” cried Angel, allowing himself to fall back against his master, throbbing welts and all.
His master pulled him into his arms, smiling predatorily down at him. Angel felt himself getting lost in those big black eyes, his own vision darkening at the edges.
“That’s a good little slave” he purred.
Angel struggled weakly. “Please master, please–”
He was vaguely glad his master knew what he wanted, because he couldn’t even have said himself. Pulling him in for a deep kiss, his master bit his lip, injecting him with the marvelous toxin, flooding relief through his body, lighting his raw back up with pleasure. Angel moaned as his master started stroking his cock again.
“See beautiful? See what a benevolent and kind master I can be?” he said, tightening his hold slightly.
Angel could only attempt a nod as a rain of incoherent, blissful sounds fell from his lips. He trembled as his master kissed him again, and cried out as he stood up from the bed. Don’t go– He moaned with relief to find his master returned between his legs, turning him on his stomach and rimming him. His weak legs faltered, and his master chained them to the bed, spread wide, so he could tongue his entrance with ease.
“Not quite the mouthy stud now, are you?”
Angel shook his head and moaned, arching his back as his master inserted a plug into his sensitive ass. He clenched and squirmed on it, quickly thwarted by his master, holding what was somehow the biggest vibrating vaginal plug he had ever felt. He groaned with pleasure at the stretch, and wept openly as his master’s fingers found his clit. His hands would into Angel’s hair as he forced him up to see his face.
“Such a pretty broken toy” he murmured affectionately, wiping a tear from Angel’s cheek.
Dropping him back to the bed, Angel could hear his master cross the room. A sharp pain jolted him partly back to earth as he felt what must be a studded paddle. Angel couldn’t even try to count the strikes, as he fell deeper into sub-space. He heard his master curse as he laid waste to Angel’s ass, hitting both sides again and again, as Angel writhed around the two plugs, split between arousal and distress.
The flat back of the paddle found his vulva, lighting up its tender lips with pain. Angel cried out desperately as his master reached around for his cock, stroking harder and harder, bringing him to the threshold of his climax.
Angel whined in protest at the loss of his master’s hand, followed in quick succession by the disappearance of the plugs and paddle, despite the logic of knowing what came next. He heard a SNAP of a riding crop at the same moment he felt his master’s cocks lining up behind him. His master thumbed his clit as he inserted himself, making Angel’s breath dangerously fast. His aching pussy felt every piercing of the Jacob’s Ladder pass his entrance. His pampered asshole clenched deliciously around the thick cock, welcoming it inching ever closer to his prostate.
Master began to fuck him, starting off at a clip. Angel flailed in pleasure against his restraints, the chains ringing as one of his master’s hands pulled at his collar again to force their faces closer together. The only sense he had left to him was the pounding sensations inside of him, all consuming. There was only the hard pressure of his master’s cocks, the strong muscles of his master’s body, and the sharp stings of his master’s crop. He rode wave after wave of pleasure, his exhausted body collapsing against the restraints, held up only by their tension. Pressing against his prostate and g-spot, his walls torturously thin against the two cocks, his master’s pace became punishing. His thrusts hit again, and again as Angel slipped back and forth along the edges of consciousness, buffeted by throes of ecstasy.
Angel couldn’t hear his master’s murmured praise. He started losing the bite of the crop. He only faintly felt his master’s hands reaching his cock and clit, until they began their skillful work. He saw a blaze of white as electric pleasure shot through his body as he hurtled towards his orgasm. The sensations overwhelming, the quadruple, quintuple stimulation drove him over the edge, crying for his master all the while.
Angel tried to catch his breath as he felt his master undoing his restraints. He felt the pleasant warmth of Val’s cum slipping down his thighs. His eyes fluttered, half open, half closed, as he felt his master rub the feeling back into his arms and legs before the ache even caught up to them. Hazy with venom, endorphins, and the sub-space high, he felt his way into his master’s arms and nuzzled close. His welts burned as Val gathered him into his arms and carried him down the hall to a hot bath with rose petals and luminescent pink bubbles. Val gently scrubbed the strange dry blood and his own wet blood from his back, murmuring praises all the while. Angel sat between his master’s legs as he applied disinfectant and soothing lotions, peppering affectionate kisses in their wake. Val carried him back to the bed, dried with clean towels, wrapped in warm pajamas, to slip into fresh satin sheets. His eyes came into focus with Val gazing down on him protectively, big eyes and delicate antennae following Angel’s every micro-movement.
“Thanks, daddy” said Angel, around the familiar rasp in his throat.
Val passed him a steaming mug of tea with honey and lemon from the bedside table. “Welcome back cari ñ o ,” he said softly. “How are you feeling?”
“Not too bad,” said Angel, truthfully, reaching for one of Val’s wings.
Val wrapped him in it protectively, brushing his thumb across Angel’s cheekbone. “Well let’s just say you’re not filming “Destroyed in a Dungeon 2” tomorrow,” he chuckled.