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Alastor panted hard as he smiled up at Vox determined not to show the picture box how much being electrocuted had rattled him. Alastor expected various amounts of torture upon agreeing to be the Vee’s prisoner and while it had hurt more than he’d like he was pleased to learn he could quite handle Vox’s little electric tantrums.
…Not that he’d ever doubted it. That would be ridiculous. He could handle anything Vox threw at him. He just needed to be patient and endure it. Soon his plan would be complete and after he dealt with Rosie, Vox and his little pets would be the second to personally feel all of Alastor’s pent up wrath, and oh, what a show that will be.
“You two should just fuck already.”
Alastor scowled, glancing at the moth grinning lewdly at them from the bed while Vox had the weakness to look embarrassed. Alastor filed that bit of knowledge away for verbal taunting later.
“What am I wrong? And can I film it?”
Vox gave a laugh that was just a note under genuine.
“D-dont be ridiculous, Tino.” Vox recovered and rolled his eyes, before grabbing Alastor roughly by his shoulders, claws digging in. Alastor’s grin widened.
“I have much better plans for him. What was it you said earlier Al? You really had to put me in my place?” Vox grinned wickedly, glitching slightly as electricity sparkled off his flat screen face and Alastor sneered. He knew that had cut deep and he could cut some more~.
“If memory serves me right, it's the day I learned television could cry~”
Vox scowled, fury etching every pixel of his screen. “Is that so?” He growled, grabbing Alastor by his hair wrenching his head back; his mouth came intimately close to Alastor’s little deer-like ear. “I think it's time I put you in yours.” hot breath tickled Alastor’s ear and he resisted the urge to kick his overlord captor.
Alastor instead chuckled, cocking his head to the side raising a single eyebrow at Vox. “You can parade me around as your prisoner, throw your little tantrums, torture me but we both know you’ll always be beneath me, Vincent.”
Vox looked very much like he was about to have one of those tantrums now. Glitching wildly, face furious but, disappointingly for Alastor, the television overlord exhaled and smiled.
“We’ll see if you're so smug once I'm through with you.” The threat in those words did not go unnoticed and Alastor’s smile dimmed as electricity bolted from the vice-like grip Vox had on his hair right down through him to his toes, white hot agony rattling every fiber of his being. A painful torture but one Alastor would endure with a smile.
It stopped nearly as soon as it had started, Vox’s eyes held a mischievous glint as he looked his victim over. Alastor panted wildly but continued to smile wide. Did Vox really think he’d break him, the radio demon?
Vox pulled Alastor’s head further back and Alastor glared at him challengingly and Vox frowned. This wouldn’t do. Alastor needed to learn exactly where he fell in the pecking order, and he’d never submit this way. An idea, a vicious one came to him, and he ran his claws through those strawberry locks.
Vox smirked and turned away from Alastor before taking a seat on his desk. He snapped his fingers, and his cords wheeled Alastor over, for a moment the radio demon was seated between Vox’s legs. A pretty image that Vox paused to admire before he hauled Alastor up and across his lap face down.
Alastor sputtered looking completely taken aback and Vox could have purred at the sight.
“What do you think you are doing!?” Alastor demanded indignantly, pupils the size of pinpricks but smile still plastered on.
“I'm showing you your place, Al, because you seem confused. You seem to think you have sway and power here and you don’t. You're at my mercy and I’m here to remind you that mercy is something I'm lacking.” Static colored the Media overlord's words and Alastor bucked against Vox's lap in a futile attempt to escape.
Vox grinned wickedly claws delicately pulling Alastor’s pants down. Alastor glitched, like he did on camera, shadows deepening and squirming around him. Vox prepared for those shadows to attack but a deal was a deal and no such aggression came from the radio demon.
“Stop it.” Alastor growled jaw elongating unnaturally, eyes taking on red clocks, black liquid dripping from Alastor’s teeth. It would be rather threatening, really, if the threatening display wasn’t happening from over Vox’s knee.
“No.” Vox laughed with glee as he glided those silk boxers down to the radio demon’s ankles and he paused to admire Alastor’s pert pale backside.
Alastor exhaled hard and if Vox hadn’t had Alastor’s wrists and ankles bound in cords the strawberry overlord would have sunk into the shadows to flee the embarrassing position.
“Ooh~ Papi are you sure I can’t record?” Valentino purred from the bed holding up his phone hopefully and Alastor’s head cracked audibly as he looked at Valentino from an unnatural position, black ichor dribbling down his chin, static and rage amplifying his voice as Alastor growled deeply.
For just a second Valentino looked uncertain before he roared with raucous laughter. “Bratty little thing isn’t he, Voxxy?”
“That he is. You can watch me show him how I deal with brats, no filming. I’d hate for his glitching from the camera to make me miss a thing.”
Valentino pouted, putting his phone down. “Ugh, whatever.” He kicked his feet in the air like a school girl however, eager for the show.
“You know, Al. This is a good look for you.” Vox hummed admiring the squirming overlord across his lap. A low growl emanated from said overlord and Vox started with a hard slap across those pale cheeks.
A surprised squeak of a noise left Alastor, and he growled again before silently vowing to himself to not release another sound.
And he didn’t.
For a while.
Slap after slap rained down, the only sound harsh cracks as palm met flesh, though the occasional pleased growl did leave Vox as he peppered the slender man’s ass thoroughly.
While Alastor remained silent, still was another thing entirely. He all but danced across Vox’s knee, unwilling to submit and take it unable to run away he squirmed, writhed, bucked, and after a particularly hard slap bit Vox’s thigh.
“AH! You little shit!” Vox growled, grabbing Alastor’s chin and forcing eye contact. “You’re going to regret that.” Alastor smiled wide before spitting Vox’s blood onto the floor.
“Tino, your belt.” Vox held his hand out. A chuckle came from the moth-like overlord who eagerly waltzed to his discarded pants from his and Vox’s earlier sexcapades. He slid his leather belt out and brought it to Vox.
“Make him scream, Papi.” Vox kissed Valentino hard and Alastor made a disgusted noise. Vox doubled the belt and gave it an experimental crack which made the hair on the back of Alastor’s neck raise.
He muttered lowly under his breath before Vox raised the awful tool and hissed as it cracked like lightning against his ass. Now that had hurt.
Alastor was unable to continue to remain silent, little grunts, hisses, and exhales leaving him as Vox got into a rhythm lashing the belt down against one cheek, then the other, then both. A sadistic pattern that had Alastor nearly squealing.
Alastor was having trouble keeping his body’s protests silent as after a particularly cruel lash a yelp left him. Vox grinned viciously, claws lazily brushing through Alastor’s hair and Alastor growled deeply at him.
“What do you think this will accomplish?” Alastor demanded, sweat beading his brow. He wouldn’t admit it, at least not out loud, but this particular form of punishment was getting old fast. It wasn’t the pain so much as the humiliation. Vox hummed, giving Alastor two more vicious welts, the radio demon gasping as a high pitch whine escaped his smile.
“Best case scenario it’ll teach you who's in charge.” Vox’s claws gently slid down to caress the side of Alastor’s face. Alastor jerked away from the touch with a sneer. “Worst case scenario you learn nothing, but I get to watch Al the high and mighty crumble over a child’s punishment.” Vox teased pulling back and Alastor scoffed.
“Crumble? How delusional~” Alastor laughed loudly, purposefully, doing his best to ignore the fire Vox had lit in his backside. “If you think this ridiculous little punishment is going to get to me you’re the one huffing glue old pal.”
He and Vox were both men of the 19th century and such a punishment wasn’t unfamiliar to either of their childhoods. Alastor was a god damned overlord, a powerful demon, and he’d been reduced to lying over Vox’s knee and getting spanked like a child. It was infuriating, embarrassing, and not what Alastor had expected as a part of being Vox’s prisoner. Alastor liked the long con but he hadn’t expected this level of humiliation being a part of his grand scheme. Oh Vox would pay for this, he most certainly would, but for now, Alastor just needed to get him to stop.
“You know Al.” Vox said before delivering three lines of fire across Alastor’s ass and he paused to enjoy the sharp gasp and groans that escaped Alastor. “Television might cry…” he thought of Alastor’s earlier words before he gave another vicious lash of the belt on top of the many crisscrosses that layered on so nicely across that red glowing bottom, “but the first sobs were surely recorded on radio.”
Alastor hissed, panting slightly. He would not give Vox the satisfaction of tears, oh this he vowed. He was a demon overlord. He’d been stabbed, electrocuted, sliced, tortured throughout all his years of hell - he wasn’t going to spill salt over a god damned spanking.
Unfortunately for Alastor, Vox was patient, not slowing down or showing any signs of tiring as he beat Alastor’s ass so thoroughly Alastor was certain he’d never be able to sit down again.
Inevitably, Alastor began to feel quite sorry for himself. He had had to make this deal with Vox for his ultimate plan and what a clever plan it was. He had expected Vox to be vicious, to play with Alastor, to humiliate and belittle him. Perhaps some torture. Alastor could take it, but this? Too close, too intimate, too vulnerable, it was too much.
He could take electrocution. He could take slow slices of a knife. He’d once endured three weeks of agonizing torture including impalement with a grin against - well it was best not to think of Roo - but thirty minutes of a spanking and the radio demon was painfully close to those tears he swore he’d never let loose.
“Are you done yet?” Alastor drawled with false bravado, a smile wavering despite himself. “This is really boring-AH!” Alastor cursed the scream that left him, tears prickling the back of his eyes at the harsh lash of the belt against his very tender and well beaten ass.
“I like watching you learn your place.” Vox purred claw drawing circles against Alastor’s cheek. “What's the matter? Not having as much fun as I am? I imagine not.” Five rapid lashes came down in succession and despite his overlord status, despite being the most powerful sinner in hell, despite all the pain he’d handled with a smile, a scream tore from his throat and tears trailed down his cheeks, the first drop hitting those accursed blue claws.
“Holy shit are you crying?” Vox leered a vicious and hungry look in those red eyes. “You are!” He crowed as Alastor twisted his face against Vox’s knees to hide his shame. Vox wouldn’t even give him that meager attempt at privacy wrenching his head up to get a good look at him, claws twisting through Alastor’s hair, Vox gave a satisfied hum. Valentino chuckled darkly from the bed quite enjoying the show.
“He’s so pretty when he cries mi amor.” Val purred and Vox was inclined to agree. He exhaled slowly, elation blooming in his chest. He had Alastor, the radio demon, crying like a naughty little boy over his lap. Delicious.
“Are we starting to learn our place?” Vox cooed mockingly before continuing to cover Alastor’s reddened ass with delicious strawberry gashes, dick hardening and soul soaring as Alastor’s composure crumbled, first sniffles and then as he continued outright sobs tearing their way from the radio demon.
Only when the fight had finally died out of Alastor and he lied limply, openly sobbing across Vox’s lap did Vox pause his onslaught of punishing blows. He licked his teeth, taking in the soft sobs and gasps, the shuddering frame of his age old enemy and his glowing red ass. Not to mention the complete absence of a fucking smile. Yes, this was very nice. Vox wanted to remember this moment forever.
He hummed putting the belt down, not that Alastor seemed to notice, still quite worked up and howling, Vox gently pet the demon’s hair, claws tracing gentle little circles as Alastor cried it out.
“Are we starting to understand how stupid we were to make a deal and just how fucked we actually are?” Vox asked patronizingly, delivering gentle little love pats to Al’s glowing ass. He expected a growl, mockery, any kind of comeback. He did not expect a hiccuping sob and whimper as a response.
Vox sighed, giving him a few moments. It was a huge stroke to his ego to have the demon who had denied him sobbing over his knee and he didn’t mind taking a few moments to enjoy the little hiccupping sobs or the way Alastor sniffled and gasped trying to regain composure. Who was pathetic now?
“I expect an answer, old timer.”
“F-fuck you.” Alastor’s rage was drowned out by the waver of his voice and the slight sniffling and Vox tsked reaching for the belt.
“N-NO!” Alastor’s eyes widened as he caught Vox’s movement. “I get it! I’m your prisoner.”
“That's right.” Vox purred. “Your mine.” Vox took the belt and gently slid it across Alastor’s well beaten ass in a sick kind of caress causing the radio demon to hiss softly in pain.
“To do with what I please, isn’t that right? Yes sir.”
“No need to call me sir.” Alastor’s tear-stained voice bit back and Vox punished his defiance with eight sharp blows to his sit spots. Alastor howled and wailed, breath hitching as he sobbed miserably.
“Try again.” Vox growled. “You're mine to do with what I please, isn’t that right? Yes sir.”
“Y-yes sir.” Alastor snarled, panting hard, tears streaking down his furious face.
“Good boy.” Vox pulled up Alastor’s boxers and pants and Val frowned.
“You’re not going to fuck him?”
“I don't put my dick in crying little bitches.” Vox shrugged and Valentino laughed wickedly.
“I've had enough of you for now.” Vox scoffed at Alastor and his wires pulled the radio demon up and off his lap. He pulled Al out of his room with Valentino, down the hall into the spare bedroom he certainly had not kept ready and open for Alastor should he ever join him. It was just a random spare bedroom he'd kept open for decades. Obviously.
The room was empty, save for the queen-sized bed and an old timey dresser and end table.
“Get some rest.” Vox’s wires spun Alastor forward and deposited him face first onto the bed. “We have a big day tomorrow.” Vox grinned and Alastor turned to glare at him but said nothing.
“Holy shit if I knew all it took to get your smug ass quiet was to beat it, I'd have done it sooner!”
“A ha ha ha!” Alastor’s fake laugh and fake smile were dull in comparison to his displays earlier that day, “hilarious.”
Alastor’s eyes widened in surprise when Vox’s cables released him for the first time since Alastor let himself be captured. He resisted the urge to rub his sore bottom and stared at his captor curiously.
Vox was staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face and Alastor swallowed, wondering if he’d just earned his ass another beating. He really couldn’t help himself, could he? He just needed to play the part of the submissive captive, but he always had to open his damn mouth-
Alastor startled as a blanket was laid over him, confusion and shock rendering him speechless. Was- was Vox tucking him in!?
“You can go anywhere in this room, there’s a bathroom attached. If you try to leave or attack us I'll know before you're three feet from the door and if you think you look pathetic now, just wait.” Vox warned and Alastor rolled his eyes. They both knew Alastor was bound by their deal, though there were always loopholes he could take advantage of. He wouldn’t. He had a plan to oblige afterall.
“Yes, yes, I'll be a good little boy.” Alastor growled and Vox grinned.
“Better be.” He warned before shutting off the lights, walking out, and locking the door and he closed his eyes exhaling softly. This just might be the best day of Vox’s afterlife~
***
Alastor really didn’t know what to make of any of this as he stared at the bloodied meat Vox had had prepared for him. The picture box knew exactly what he liked, which annoyed Alastor to no end.
His ass hurt something terrible and sitting was a special torture he’d really rather not endure but Vox had tied him to the damn chair with wheels the minute he’d woken up and pushed him in what seemed to be a meeting room complete with a giant shark tank and a full course breakfast. Was Vox trying to impress him?
“Eat your fucking food, we have work to do.” Vox scowled as Alastor contemplated on whether or not the food was drugged. Alastor merely smiled at Vox, the two locked in a staring contest.
“Vox. That fucking Killjoy bitch needs briefing on the 10am show and you know she creeps me out.” Velvette broke their contest and shoved a clipboard into Vox’s hands, ignoring their captor entirely. “Theres the reports from the fashion line. I told you I'd pull a new record.” Velvette looked quite proud of herself, and Vox gave her a nod of approval, pleased with the numbers.
“Stay.” He pinched Alastor’s ear who narrowed his eyes at him. Vox left to deal with Killjoy before she got out of hand. Killjoy could get messy if she wasn’t reigned in and Alastor was taking his sweet time eating anyway. Alastor watched Vox walk out and grinned, his red eyes landing on Velvette.
“You know, I never understood Vox’s obsession with you.” Velvette admitted meeting Alastor’s gaze with an unimpressed look. “You were powerful, in your time. I’ve heard the stories, but now?” she gestured loosely at Alastor. “I don't get it.”
“You and I both, my dear.” Alastor shrugged, adjusting slightly to alleviate the stinging of his ass to no avail.
“You’re just some old timey hazbin who lost his influence years ago. You were the radio demon. Now your old news.” Velvette shrugged, looking at her phone as Alastor smiled threateningly at her.
“Still it's not every day we have an overlord to play with.” Velvette said to her phone while talking to her audience. “What do you say poppets?" She smiled wickedly, "The radio demon himself is our honored guest as I'm sure you’ve all seen by now.” she pointed the phone at Alastor who glitched all over he screen. Now, who wants to see me make him bleed? Vote yes,” Velvette smiled wide, “or no.” she frowned and grinned as the votes came in.
“I’d say you’ve lost your followers long ago, old man.” Velvette gave a mocking pout.
Alastor raised an eyebrow as Velvette used her phone to make a sparkling pink knife which she used to promptly slash across his cheek. Alastor stared at her intensely, shadows dancing around him threateningly as blood trailed from the shallow cut. As the votes came in she slashed the knife across his chest next slicing through his shirt, then his arm then his middle - Alastor had had quite enough honestly. She went to slice again when a shadowy tendril impaled her through the chest. She gasped, eyes wide, her doll-like body going slack as her full weight crumbled against the tendril impaling her, black blood oozing out of the wound.
“What do you think you're doing?” Vox’s voice was ice cold from the door and Alastor’s grin twitched.
“Self defense.” Alastor shrugged and Velvette yelped as she fell to the floor, Alastor’s shadows vanishing instantly. Vox’s eyes widened, his pupils shrinking as he heaved furiously but he wasn’t staring at Velvette or her wound, he was staring at the gash across Alastor’s cheek then the gashes across his chest and arm.
He stomped over and pulled Velvette up by her shirt collar.
“I’m fine!” Velvette hissed, looking anything but fine, her face contorted in pain, blood blooming across her dress. She turned her attention to Alastor. “This dress was my favorite! I’ll fucking KILL YOU.”
“I’ll deal with him.” Vox snapped. “I told you to leave him to me! You weren’t to touch him!” He gave her a small shake.
“Ow- let off, Vox!” She yelled and he put her down. “I was just having some fun!”
“Your fun nearly got you killed.”
“As if he could-”
“He could and would.” Vox growled. “Go take care of that.” he gestured to her wound. “I’ve got him.”
Velvette scoffed, giving Alastor the evil eye before stomping out. Vox grabbed Alastor’s chin, his other hand gently tracing the cut on Alastor’s face.
“She wasn’t supposed to touch you.” Vox said with unexpected gentleness and Alastor growled, Vox’s softness causing an uncomfortable pressure in his very core. What was Vox’s game? Was he really this weak? How could he still care - hadn’t Alastor crushed that out of him? - Pathetic!
“Jealous?” Alastor laughed, head spinning upside down as he looked at Vox, mocking him, mocking his weakness.
“And I told you what would happen if you tried to attack one of us.” Vox's expression grew dark.
“If I had wanted to kill her she’d be d e a d.” Alastor growled. “Aren’t you proud of my restraint? You're so unappreciative.” Alastor tsked.
“You won't touch her again.” Vox was uncharacteristically serious, certain, before he shoved Alastor’s chair forward against the table. “Eat.”
“What? Not going to beat me into submission?” Alastor scoffed raising a single eyebrow at the tv, waiting for the inevitable. Vox had shown Alastor how far he was willing to go, and Alastor had no delusions that last night’s performance wouldn’t be repeated - at least this time it would be on Alastor’s terms.
“Did you want me to?” Vox grabbed him by his chin, forcing the radio demon to look at him. “Need my attention that badly?”
“Your attention sickens me.”
“Lucky for you,” Vox pinched Alastor’s cheek, “we have a lot of work to get through today. Now stop being a brat and eat your fucking food.”
Alastor begrudgingly obliged, and he hated that it was good. Fresh too. Vox watched him eat, silently staring, and had Alastor not been used to demons watching him in awe or fear, he’d have been perhaps a little self conscious, as it stood, he was just annoyed.
“Let's go.” Vox said as soon as Alastor finished.
Alastor had expected another parade of humiliation, news broadcasts, and shaming but instead Alastor was taken aback as Vox strung him along to the elevator, down several floors and straight into a recording booth. Alastor hissed as the chair he was in bounced as Vox spun him in, Alastor landing right in front of the microphone.
“This is where you’ll be doing your recordings.” Vox said and Alastor stared blankly back at him.
“What?”
“Your radio show.” Vox said and he laughed. “I’m not stupid, Al. I know what kind of views you pull in, and I can capitalize on that. Don’t act coy, you had to know this was coming; you’re going to work for me.” Vox grinned smugly and Alastor stared at him blankly before his permanent smile twitched up.
“Told you, you needed me.” Alastor sang with a too wide grin, cocking his head too far to the left, watching the television demon with wide red eyes.
“Don’t you forget, you ain't won yet.
You still need me like you did before
Your weak pathetic and insecure-"
Vox stepped forward, interrupting. “Don’t you forget, you're on my set.” Vox wrenched Alastor’s head backward forcing eye contact and he grinned. “I say when to sit and stay and you’ve no choice but to obey.”
This was going to be fun.