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“No.” Valentino groaned, dragging his hands over his eyes tiredly. “Come on, Sunny. We’re not exactly makin’ world-class cinema here but you aren’t even trying to sell it.”
The actress slumped defeatedly on the bed as her co-star pulled out. A runner brought her a bag of frozen peas and she held it to her crotch as a makeup artist fixed her running mascara. The male star guzzled a sports drink before putting on a second coat of oil, cock still bobbing in the air.
“God damn it, come on. It’s not like it’s hard.” Vox muttered. This last shoot was taking forever and he wanted to get to dinner and he really wanted to get to dessert.
“Oh, please. You couldn’t do it.” Val replied as the clapperboard sounded.
“What do you mean? I do this all the time.”
“Fucking for fun and fucking for work are not the same thing. Besides, you don’t have the stamina and you can’t act.”
“Okay, firstly, this barely qualifies as acting. Secondly, you’re full of shit. I’m a great actor. I pretend to like you all the time.”
“You sure love my cock, though. But really—you wouldn’t make it past the audition.”
“Wanna bet?”
Val leered, eyes still trained on the actors.
“You know what? Yeah. You’re on.”
-x-
“Okay, well, you’re already out.” Valentino appraised Vox coolly as the media demon entered the living room of Valentino’s penthouse.
“What!” Vox put his hands on his hips indignantly.
“You’re auditioning for porn and you come wearing a three-piece suit?”
“I’ve just come from work, thanks, and some would consider this a costume of sorts.”
“Yeah, a clown costume. Go change.”
Vox rolled his eyes and went into the bedroom where the walk-in closet was. Valentino kept a solid supply of costumes on hand—usually for parties so the whores could look extra appetizing—the pimp kept his own enormous collection separate in a different closet. Vox slid hangers to the side one-by-one, mouth twisted in a thoughtful frown. It couldn’t be a costume he liked. It had to be a costume Valentino would like. He paused. This one looked like a winner.
-x-
“Oh, Vox! ” Valentino cried delightedly when he came out of the bedroom. The media demon wore a scandalously short red sailor fuku and thigh-high socks. Vox couldn’t help but smile at the reaction his costume elicited.
“I knew this was a winning choice.” He said smugly. His claws toyed with the hem of the skirt and he saw Valentino’s hands twitch—he wanted to touch. Vox wanted him to touch, too. But the pimp leaned back in his seat with a nefarious grin.
“Show me what you can do.” Val gestured to the coffee table. It was covered in toys Vox had seen but never really used—Valentino usually got him off without any accompaniment, although he knew the pimp loved a good accessory. Dildos of various (and terrifying) sizes and vibrators with so many appendages he wasn’t sure what they were all supposed to do.
Vox paused, hand hovering hesitantly over the selection. He wished for a moment that Valentino would prompt him with something, but he had agreed to a regular audition and refused to ask for special treatment. He’d win this bet fair and square. He grabbed a purple u-shaped vibe and set it on the couch across the coffee table from Valentino.
Valentino cocked his head. Vox grinned and slid his hands under his skirt, hooking his thumbs under his underwear and slowly dragging it down his thighs. He turned and bent slightly, the short hem of the skirt sliding up to show his ass. The frilly panties had a cute little cat face on the crotch and a kitty tail on the butt and he knew it would win him some points because Valentino always begged him to wear them on date nights. Vox pulled them off completely, dropping them on the ground, before sitting demurely on the couch, posturing so that Valentino couldn’t quite see under the front of the skirt quite yet.
Honestly, sitting across from Valentino like this and being under his assessing gaze was more intimidating than Vox thought it would be. Valentino usually looked at him with love and lechery but this was pure, cold appraisal. No wonder some of the actors chickened out. But a chicken Vox was not. He spread his legs and lifted his knees and ran two fingers through his dripping pussy, grinning. Valentino could act distant all he wanted but Vox knew he wanted to have a taste.
Vox flicked on the vibe and pressed it to his clit. His legs jerked involuntarily, causing him to shudder. Damn. He needed to use these more often. He rocked his hips into the sensation and made little mewling gasps in imitation of what he heard at the studio. He teased his slick entrance with a finger before sliding in the toy. He moaned, this time unintentionally, at the full sensation inside and the vibration outside. He started moving it in and out slowly and hooked a hand under his thigh to stay spread. It was easy to get caught up in the sensation—really, what was the big deal with the actresses?—and he was soon isolated in his own pleasure, pumping the toy in and out, panting, staring at his lover across the room. He came with a pitchy cry and rode out the aftershock, enjoying the wet sounds that filled the air.
Vox grinned. “There, see?”
“I’m looking for quality and quantity. You aren’t done yet.” Valentino grinned wickedly.
“Oh, come on.” Vox pulled out the toy and flung it to the other couch. Valentino dodged it neatly and let it flop onto the leather cushion.
“How unprofessional.” Valentino tutted. He leaned forward and tapped a claw on a girthy dildo with bumpy ridges running the length of it. “Let’s see how you do with this.”
Vox plucked it from the table—heavy, solid silicone—and lifted a thigh, spreading his lips with his fingers.
“Show me the back.” Valentino interrupted.
Vox obeyed the instruction, lifting onto his knees facing the back of the couch, using one hand to brace and the other to position the toy below. He rucked up the skirt to his hips and startled when he felt a pinch. Looking over his shoulder, he glared at Valentino and the offending red smoke hand and raised a middle finger. He heard Val laugh.
The media demon took a deep breath as he slowly lowered himself. He shivered as the bumpy ridges slid inside. God damn, this thing was wide. He lifted back up and started again, digging his nails into the back of the sofa.
“You good?” asked Val.
“Great!” Vox replied breathlessly with fake cheer. He wasn’t bad but these little ridges were a bit too much. He reached down and rubbed his sensitive clit. His back arched and he was able to slide down further, whimpering, until he finally bottomed out. It felt good but Vox wished Valentino would just come over and fuck him himself. He wiggled his ass teasingly and hissed with pleasure at the way the toy moved when he did so.
"You just gonna sit there all day?" Val sneered, tapping his fingers in mock impatience. "Come on, baby, people wouldn't pay to see you just sitting there whining."
"Fuck you," Vox moaned, starting to grind his hips up and down on the offending toy. Every downward thrust made him see stars and he could feel his pussy greedily clenching around it. With a strangled moan he gripped the back of the sofa, body spasming with pleasure as his orgasm came out of nowhere.
"Nice," Val grinned wolfishly, skirting his hand over the remaining toys on the table. "Now, tell me, Voxxy… do we do that take again or do we try something else?"
-x-
Valentino made him do it again, and again, and again, and again until Vox couldn’t support himself anymore, slumping face down on the couch. His thighs were soaked with his own cum. His hands were tacky with it. All his limbs trembled and shook and he gulped down heaving breaths of air.
“Good job, baby. We’re almost done.” Valentino snapped his fingers and a door opened. Vox shakily pushed onto his elbows so he could turn to look. A giant crocodile demon was making his way across the living room. Vox shivered at the sight of his huge cock in his boxers.
“One last go.” Valentino cooed. He flicked a lighter to spark at the end of a cigarette.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Vox panted.
“Do you want the job or not, Voxxy?”
“I already have a fucking job,” Vox muttered. The crocodile demon towered over him as he sat up.
“This is Rex.” Valentino said smoothly. Vox wanted to wipe that smug, shit-eating grin off his face. His pussy hurt and he was tired. But damn his soul (again) if he’d let Valentino win.
“On the table.” Rex growled. He swept all the remaining toys off the coffee table. Vox climbed on obediently, the cool surface unyielding against his hands and knees. He gasped as broad fingers were shoved roughly inside him and he clenched tightly around them, rocking back into them. He bit back a moan at the lewd sound of his own wetness. Rex placed a hand on the back of Vox’s neck to pull him back harder into the thrusts. Vox started to pant as heat coiled once again deep inside him.
“Rex.” Valentino said, blowing out a column of smoke irritatedly. “Do it properly.”
Rex pulled his fingers out and Vox wanted to snarl at the loss, feeling feral and ready to get fucked. He looked at Valentino and meeting that red gaze sent a thrill down his spine. Val was looking at him like a stranger, like an object to be sold—Vox was only as important as the money he could bring. It made him desperate to please, to prove his worth. He wanted Valentino to want him.
Vox keened as Rex pushed in. The toys and fingers had been big but nothing could compare to this. Fullness was always best when accompanied by the heat of real skin and the iron grip of a real person. Vox whimpered when the demon toyed with his oversensitive clit which earned a chuckle from Val. He grit his teeth as Rex started with slow thrusts. Damn, there really was nothing like a good cock. Vox would have preferred it was Valentino’s but he would take what he could get. Vox melted into his elbows and let his head hang down as Rex took the lead and picked up the pace.
Rex’s big, strong hands had Vox’s hips in a vice grip as he fucked him. Vox was limp in his hands, letting the bigger demon pound away like he was a toy to be used. Each thrust punched the air from his lungs. The soreness was washed over by crashing waves of pleasure. Electric jolts of ecstasy zipped up Vox’s spine in rapid bursts and he arched his back as he struggled to process how good it felt. Everything was awash in a pink haze and all he wanted was to come over and over and over.
Valentino laughed and it sounded like music and Vox wanted to touch him, to run his fingers across familiar soft skin and hard muscle, to feel those wicked hands caress his body and make him feel good. He wanted Valentino to stuff his cock down Vox’s throat and spit roast him, trap him between two fat cocks like a fucking whore who wasn’t good for anything else.
Vox cried out when Rex slapped his ass. He dug his claws into the coffee table as he scrambled for purchase against the onslaught. All his nerve endings were on fire and crackling with energy and he needed to move, to fuck back against Rex, to keep that cock pounding his pleasure center. His moans were guttural and animalistic as he clenched around Rex. More. Fuck him deep and never stop, just keep filling him with cum for the rest of his damned existence.
“Val!” He whined. Valentino cocked his head. The TV demon’s voice was petulant and whiny and terribly unlike himself. Vox was always a bit of a brat in bed but never like this.
“I want—I wa—ugh, Val, more, fuck, need it—“ Vox babbled mindlessly. There was only this, now: the burning hot pleasure and pain between his legs and Valentino before him, puffing sweet red smoke into the air and grinning at his lover. Fucking Valentino with his long legs and clever hands. Why wasn’t he naked? Why wasn’t he fucking Vox, too, breeding him like a bitch in heat? Valentino had the best cock in Hell. Give it to him. Vox wanted it. He needed it. He needed Valentino to fuck him forever, treat him like a fucking cum dumpster, fill him up until he couldn’t move and just became a toy to use. Fuck his company, Vox didn’t need it, he just needed—one—fucking—thing—
The air rushed from Vox’s chest as he came. His vision fissured and cracked into rainbow static. His voice was fragmented and distorted as he let out a final wordless wail. Rex released long, hot ropes of cum over Vox’s back. It barely registered in the media demon’s brain as he slumped with a shaky sigh. His pussy throbbed from overstimulation. His muscles screamed with exhaustion. His thoughts spun as the passion faded and the heavy weight of exhaustion and clarity set in. He vaguely heard Rex depart.
Valentino gently maneuvered Vox off the table and into his lap. Vox straddled his lap and leaned against Valentino’s chest tiredly. His brain felt numb. Valentino pressed a kiss to the side of Vox’s head affectionately.
“You fucker.” Vox sighed as Valentino’s many hands roamed his body, squeezing and soothing the hot skin. “You promised me you’d never use pheromones on me.”
“It was meant for Rex. Plus, you don’t have a nose, so I really didn’t think you would be affected. I’m sorry, baby.” Valentino purred, tracing Vox’s spine with a sharp claw.
Vox reached down and pulled out Valentino’s cock. Vox held back a groan of pain as he pushed it inside, wrapping his arms around Valentino’s neck. The pimp ran a soothing hand up his back and along his trembling thighs. Vox couldn’t bring himself to move. Physically, he was exhausted and aching. Mentally, he just wanted Valentino to claim him after Rex and make him whole again.
“Did I get the job?”