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Everyone believed hedonism meant indulgence in vices, such as drugs and sex. This wasn’t true, the philosophy of hedonism simply states that all and only pleasure is intrinsically valuable. All being the operative word. In this way, Alastor found himself taking part in a night of hedonistic pleasure. He allowed himself to indulge in the sight of Vox’s smile, the sound of his laughter and the movement of his shirt as they danced. The radio demon’s mind was not clouded with apprehension as he pulled his partner close. No fears of being pressured into sex simply because he was enjoying himself. Alastor for the first time was allowed to seek pleasure on his own terms, and for tonight that meant dancing. It meant clasped hands and heaving chests. It meant twirling his partner just to see the tassels of his shirt splay out.
That was enough for him.
“If you’re gonna keep making me work like this I’m gonna need a drink.” Vox panted out when the music stopped. The band seemed to be preparing for a break anyway, so Alastor pulled Vox to one of the sofas near the entrance. The TV demon plopped down gratefully, feet propped up on the furniture.
“What’s your poison then, dear?”
Vox tiredly reached into his bag pulling out his wallet. “Bourbon on the rocks. I want the top shelf shit, and they can leave the tab open.”
Alastor took the offered credit card and made his way towards the bar. He returned with two drinks in hand, giving Vox his requested order. Ears swiveled in anticipation as the TV demon took a sip and let out a relieved sigh.
“Let me guess, rye?” Vox gestures towards Alastor’s drink before taking another sip of his own.
“Of course, what else?” Alastor smiled at Vox, taking a demure sip before sliding Vox’s legs off the couch so he could take a seat beside him. He crossed his legs taking another swig before setting his drink on the low wood coffee table. The speakeasy only had two other patrons in it. The same two flapper clad sinners that had been there last time. They sat at a table, feathered headbands tilted towards one another, fingers interlaced. The sight reminded Alastor of his youth. Days spent in seedy bars and jazz clubs where no one judged you based on the company you kept or the color of your skin. No need to propriety, since laws were already being broken as booze flowed into glasses. No need to keep to societal standards when you were already dancing like the devil, hiking up skirts and leaving no room for the holy spirit between bodies. Alastor’s young adulthood wasn't perfect but it was nostalgic. In a way what Vox had said was true, things changed but they were also the same. People always had and always would couple up in unconventional ways. Indulge in another’s body or heart even if it was seen as against their nature. Perhaps that’s why Alastor had enjoyed attending the secretive drag balls and petting parties of New Orleans. It was full of people going against nature and he felt less alone in his lack of passion. Just another fella who was a bit odd even if it was in a different way.
The radio demon was stirred out of his reminiscing when Vox scooted a bit closer, setting his drink down next to Alastor’s.
“I got you something, sir.” Vox said with excitement. Exhausted fingers fumbled Vox’s clutch bag knocking it off the couch and causing the contents to spill. “Shit.” Alastor watched in amusement as Vox gathered his cellphone, and charger, leaving out a red wrapped box, which he handed over to Alastor with a smile.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting a gift. But then you do so enjoy spending money on me.” The redhead teased, turning the box over curiously as Vox nearly vibrated off his seat. With a humm Alastor dragged his nail slowly over the edge, tearing into the paper at a snail's pace just to aggravate the other demon a little more.
“Open it already!”
“Oh Look at that.” Alastor mishandled the gift. “I can’t seem to get a grip of the paper. You wrapped it so well, maybe use less tape next time.”
“Fuck you.” Vox deadpanned, obviously not falling for Alastor’s ruse. Eventually after a bit more teasing Alastor unwrapped the present and opened the lid. Confused radio noise fizzled softly from him before he pulled out the folded bit of leather.
“Hah!” Alastor couldn’t help but laugh when he realized Vox had gotten him a red leather tie. “Trying to collar me in return, dear?”
Vox gasped in exaggerated surprise, his eyes growing larger in mock innocence. “I would never, sir!” Vox leaned in closer as Alastor inspected the tie. It was rigid but the leather was soft and supple. The wide tie was attached to the knot around the collar by swiveling connectors. Vox grabbed the end of the tie fingers running over it suggestively as he looked coyly at Alastor. “But if you think I stepped out of line with this gift. You’re welcome to test it out on me to teach me a lesson.”
“Oh? And how would I do that?”
Vox gently took the tie from Alastor and without breaking eye contact, spun it and smacked it against the coffee table making their drinks rattle. “It doubles as a spanking belt.”
“Hmm.” Alastor took the tie back. “Always so eager for punishment.”
“But, sir, you always tell me you like a little bite.”
Alastor hooked a finger under Vox’s screen bringing their faces dangerously close together. His smile widened as he noticed the sound of Vox’s fan kicking on. The thrill of having such an effect on the demon and the power of being able to deny him was thrilling. Alastor let his hand drop listening to the buzz of Vox’s excitement. They did not kiss, they just hovered close. “True, I do enjoy your cheek .”
“I don’t know if I can survive your double entendres all night.” Vox squirmed a little, brushing their thighs together.
“Patience, my dear. That seems to be a lesson I will be teaching you for all eternity.” Alastor’s voice was low and he allowed a bit of distortion to mix into it. It had a visible effect on his sub
“I wouldn’t mind that.” Vox raised his hand catching Alastor’s attention. It hovered over the redhead’s thigh. “May I?”
“You may, but don’t get ahead of yourself.” Alastor pulled his face back a little, hand bending the tie into a loop as he dragged it threateningly over the edge of Vox’s screen. “I’m not in a generous mood.”
“Fuck.” Vox sighed out as his hand rested on Alastor’s thigh giving an eager squeeze. Cyan eyes glance down at Alastor’s heels. “When I get home I’m gonna fuck myself for hours.”
The leather tie tapped lightly at Vox’s screen and Alastor let out a whimsical humm. “I don’t remember saying you’re allowed to play with yourself tonight, sweetheart.”
“Fuck, please?” Eyes ran up Alastor’s form. “Fucking look at you. I’m going to be thinking about those shoes for the rest of the night. Will you wear them again on Tuesday? Along with the tie? Please?”
“Please?” Alastor leaned back, bouncing his leg teasingly as Vox’s hand trailed down his thigh.
“Please, sir.”
A red tipped claw came up to Alastor’s lip thoughtfully. “I believe I could manage that.” His smile grew wide as he looked at Vox. “If you can be patient and refrain from touching yourself. If you want to cum, you’ll have to book me.”
“You’ll wring me dry.” Vox’s hand trailed back up, settling on Alastor’s hip.
“In every sense of the word, and you’ll love it.” Alastor laughed. Just as Vox leaned in for a kiss the redhead turned away reaching for his drink and taking a sip. The dismissive nonchalance only seemed to excite Vox more, hand tightening on Alastor’s hips. The band started playing again, and the radio demon let out another humm. “If you’d like a kiss you’ll have to dance with me.”
“Is this the thing you can’t get enough of? Dancing?” Vox laughed as Alastor set down his drink and pulled him to the dance floor.
“We all have our vices, mine simply aren’t of a sexual nature.” Alastor’s hand rested on a slim waist and Vox’s hand perched itself on his shoulder. The way cyan eyes looked at him made Alastor a bit uncomfortable. Uncomfortable with what he was feeling. Uncomfortable with the rapid beat of his heart, excited for another dance.
“May not be sexual, but it's still physical.” Vox teased Alastor as he led the dance.
“This is as physical as it will get tonight, my dear.” It took a lot for the radio demon to declare this. To set the boundary that all they would do is dance. Even though Vox had assured him that this would be a nonsexual encounter, even though the escort booking had no sexual requests, it still felt brave to say it out loud. To reiterate that this is all Alastor wanted. The ability to indulge without the fear of the evening ending with him being pressured into something he didn't desire, or disappointing a lover. This was for him. This was Alastor letting Vox take care of his needs. His desire to be close, to sway and enjoy someone's company without it leading to more.
“I’m not complaining.” Vox chuckled and the sound made Alastor’s ears flick. It was charming, light and genuine, as if Vox was truly unperturbed by a night of just dancing. “I’m just happy to see you allowing yourself a piece of cake.”
“A piece of cake? I didn’t realize we were eating cake.”
Vox shrugged. “Maybe not in the way most people expect. But, I’m pretty sure we are, and I’m glad you’re not second guessing allowing yourself a bit of pleasure.”
“Even if it is at the expense of your own?” Alastor pulled his partner close as if testing his words. Tempting him with body heat and mingling breathes and they danced close.
The smile on Vox’s face was a bit sad and Alastor’s heart dropped worried he’d be chastised after all. Called a tease, and heartless. Blue tipped claws dug into his shoulder stopping any retreat as cyan eyes looked into red. “We do strange things for…” Vox paused and Alastor could feel a headache blooming at his temple, a memory tapping at his brain. Vox broke eye contact resting his head awkwardly on Alastor’s shoulder. It didn’t quite fit and the sharp edge of Vox’s screen dug into Alastor’s collar bone. Still, that didn’t stop the pair from swaying to the music, holding each other gently in a painful embrace. “I’m sure there have been times where you’ve put my pleasure and enjoyment above your own, sir. I’m capable of doing the same.”
Alastor let out a thoughtful hum, the vibration of the sound easing the headache just slightly. Turning just a bit he shrugged his shoulder prompting Vox to remove his heavy head. The TV demon still avoided eye contact, but Alastor hooked a finger under the edge of his screen, stopping their dance, waiting for his sub to look at him.
“Sir?”
There was no answer, no response, just a gentle kiss pressed to warm glass. There was a sigh and the feeling of static as Vox opened his mouth. The feeling of their wavelength caressing one another in a throbbing pulse as they stood in the middle of the dance floor. Vox’s hand tentatively came up to caress the back of Alastor’s head, static causing strands of hair to raise up as if jostled by a breeze. In the distance there was the sound of feedback coming from one of the musicians' lapel microphones. The music faded and the world narrowed. The only sound Alastor could hear was the rhythmic beat of Vox’s heart, and the ever present electrical buzz of a live wire. Vox was in his arms wholly alive and for some reason that relieved Alastor as he melted into their kiss. Tongues brushed against one another, and the radio demon allowed himself to savor this simple slice of cake.
**
Alastor stumbled out of his portal drunkenly. Intoxicated by the slow kisses he’d shared with Vox, dizzy from all the dancing, and tipsy off a couple of fingers of rye. The radio demon had really let loose, releasing tight fisted control to just enjoy the moment. To enjoy dancing without worry, to indulge in the sensation of kissing and holding Vox close without the expectation of it leading anywhere else. It was marvelous. The night had been full of laughter, and banter. It reminded Alastor that this month had been his prompt month. That despite serving Vox the opportunity to take advantage of him sexually, his sub still made this prompt into something Alastor enjoyed. Dinners out, old movies, music and dancing. There had been only one sexual escort request, and even that hadn’t been so bad, with Vox attempting to focus on Alastor’s pleasure, though the radio demon much preferred a night like this. Dancing and kissing was plenty fun, he didn’t need anything extra. The radio demon wobbled unsteadily as he attempted to take off his heels, his feet throbbing from all the fancy footwork he’d engaged in.
“Easy there boss.” Husk called from the bar, and Alastor noticed he had a bit of an audience. Husk was in his usual spot with his usual look of indifference, but Mimzy was perched on a bar stool finger circling the rim of a glass. Her eyes were bright and her smile held trouble. Alastor ignored the look she was giving him, not wanting his buzz ruined.
“I’m quite alright, Husker, old pal. In fact I think I could do with another finger of rye if you have it on hand.” Alastor finally freed his foot from one heel and hopped over to the bar taking a seat before wiggling out of the other boot. Mimzy rested her cheek against her hand, eyelashes fluttering as she scanned Alastor’s body, gaze lingering on the shoes.
“Well, all dressed up and places to go, huh, doll? Did you meet up with your little lover boy?” Alastor ignored Mimzy instead, focusing his smile on Husk who poured a drink for him, cat-like eyes glancinging between the pair of old timers. “It ain’t Tuesday, but then you’ve been out and about all month it seems.”
Alastor hummed a jaunty tune, ignoring the blonde next to him as Husk handed over his drink. He took a small sip enjoying the flavor and the tingle down his throat. “Thank you Husk, just what I needed.”
“Been out dancing?” Husk asked tentatively, eyes shooting to Mimzy who just smiled, pretending like her being ignored didn't irk her one bit.
“Yes, just came from a lovely speakeasy. Live brand, great atmosphere but I do so prefer the whiskey you stalk her, Husker!” Alastor laughed letting himself feel the buzz of added alcohol. There was a bit of egotism, and a bit of anger, that kept him seated and made him tap his glass for another drink. He wanted Mimzy to see him happy, to miss what she could have had. If only she had tried to understand like Vox did. They could have had nights of dancing like this, laughing, getting into trouble like old times. She could have had him, but Alastor knew better now. He knew he was worth keeping around even when he wasn’t putting out. “The company was top notch though. Had a great dancing partner, and my feet are paying the price.”
“If the night was so good, why come home empty handed?” Mimzy asked innocently. “I know the princess told you to keep it down but I’m sure you could have brought your date home, Al. Just keep the fucking and screaming to a minimum. That shouldn’t be hard for ya.”
The redhead bristled at the vulgar words but ignored Mimzy anyway. This only seemed to encourage the little lady, who noticed Alastor’s discomfort with a grin. “Or are you already losin’ interest? Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em ain’t that your thing? Playing dress up for now? Going dancing, bet you get off on getting him all worked up and leaving him hanging.”
Alastor took a calming sip of his drink and with a crack of his neck twisted his head unnaturally to look at Mimzy with a glowing smile. “And if I do, dear, what’s it to you? If I like getting people all worked up and leaving them aching for me what’s it matter? You're no longer one of those people. Never was much good at freestyle, toots, always had to follow the sheet music never thought outside the box. Well now I’ve got someone to make music with and he doesn't care how I play.” Alastor got up from his chair grabbing his shoes. “Or how often.”
**
Alastor knew Vox was extremely busy, though the TV demon had managed to squeeze in a two hour time slot for a quick lunch at cannibal town. A simple escort just for the two to spend time together, nothing sexual at all. Vox just wanted to see his dom and two hours was all he had this week. Two hours he gladly gave to Alastor. When the redhead met up with the TV demon he found him to be rather frazzled. Rattling on about how busy he was, the status of the silent theater, and how tedious filming had been. Alastor knew every work related activity Vox had hurled himself into. The TV demon was working well over forty hours a week. Staying up late to edit one of several premiere films for the cinema. Chasing after contractors that half assed their work, and teaching them an electrifying lesson. Attending auditions for the orchestra pit to make sure every chair was filled. Looking over soul contracts, and making new deals when the talent wasn’t available. Running maintenance on his servers, monthly backups and file clean outs. Alastor didn’t know what all that meant, really only having a beginners understanding of advanced technology and all it entailed. Vox had taken a moment to explain the color coding system of his calendar, and how Alastor had administrative access while others, such as his business partners, had a limited view of his events. The radio demon would never say it out loud but he was thankful for the lesson. He wanted to be capable. To be able to help his sub and keep track of things alongside him in case he forgot, or he decided to skip dinner because he replaced the meal event with overtime .
Alastor wanted to be a part of Vox’s life, in charge of it in some way, and that meant learning how to navigate pocket sized devices and all the apps it held. The radio demon quickly executed his new knowledge by canceling an overtime event and replacing it with a command to take a relaxing bath.
“Al, I have too much to do. I can’t just sit in a bubble bath all evening.” Vox grumbled, finger swiping up.
“You should make time. I don't want you tense for our regular meeting. Silly little picture box like you never knows when to cut to commercial. The show will go one without you, dear. Take some time to relax.”
“The show would be run straight into a sex shop and set on fire if I’m not around, and Velvette probably would gleefully film it to post it all over social media.”
“What’s the point of having business partners you can’t rely on?”
“They are good at what they do, and at least with Velvette I know I can trust her. She’s just a little more…” Vox waved his hand trying to find the word. “In your face with her approach. I like a more underhanded tactic.”
“And Valentino?”
“Likes to sleep his way to the top. Which, what can I say? It worked…” There was some bitterness behind the tone that Alastor decided not to ask about. Instead he just allowed Vox to lament about his busy schedule and inability to find time to relax, while Alastor ordered for them. Taking at least the small task of deciding what to eat off his sub’s plate. Once Vox had finished complaining Alastor had taken charge commanding that Vox hand his phone over, so he wouldn’t be tempted to check it every time it buzzed. Vox stayed silent once the phone was taken, fingers drumming with anxiety on the table until their tea and cake was set before them. The radio demon quietly hummed to himself as he cut a slice of the chocolate cake. Vox flinched visibly when he heard his phone vibrating in Alastor’s pocket, rattling against the gold watch he always kept with him.
“What if it’s something important, Al?”
“Nothing is more important right now than getting your money's worth from this escort. Now, calm yourself.” Alastor poured a cup of tea for both of them.
“It’s just I left my assistant to handle auditions for the violin chair since I had to come out here to check on the installation of the screen and–”
“And I’m sure that your assistant is competent enough to know what a good violinist sounds like.”
“I’m not so sure…”
“Open up.” Alastor said with a smile as he lifted a forkful of cake to Vox’s screen. Almost instinctively they fell into their doll pattern and Alastor watched the stress melt away from his sub’s shoulders.
**
Alastor was not booked for the rest of the month before their Tuesday meeting. Leaving Vox completely untouched and most likely sexually frustrated. The media overlord had requested their regular meeting well in advance, stating he just wanted a premium escort, and wiring over the money. It was simple and required no real preparation on Alastor's part. It was his prompt after all, so he was curious to see what Vox had in mind when the meeting place was set at the love hotel. It seemed on theme since Alastor was pretending to be a sex worker. Red ripped fingers curled into a fist to knock on the white hotel door with a pink heart shaped plaquette numbering it room 69. It didn’t take long for it to open. The soft glow of Vox’s screen illuminating Alastor’s face as he peeked out from behind the door.
“Um…I well, you must be Mr. Alastor.” Vox stepped aside letting the other demon in. He was dressed in a plain blue suit, and fidgeted with his hands as though he were nervous. A fine bit of acting that reminded the radio demon of the desperate wall street character that Vox had played many months ago. He always enjoyed it when Vox played at being pathetic, needy, or whiny. It stroked Alastor's ego, highlighting their difference in desire. Highlighting the power the radio demon had over the scene, and over Vox’s gratification. Mimzy would see it as torture, teasing, but Vox lived for it. Alastor found that their agreement had always been odd but suited to them. When acting was part of the game, when rules and boundaries were in place Alastor found it easier to engage in sex. Vox had proven that he respected Alastor’s boundaries time and time again, and for that Alastor was grateful.
“Make y-yourself comfortable.” The TV demon swallowed audibly as he glanced away quickly before casting his eyes down. A clawed finger pulled at a tight white shirt collar, as if Vox felt suffocated by the confines of his cheap suit. “I’m Vox, t-this is my first time b-booking a service like this.”
“No need to be embarrassed, dear.” Alastor stepped closer, the clack on his golden heels biting into the floor. It drew Vox’s attention and cyan eyes glanced down taking in the sight of the shoe he’d requested, trailing up the tight leather pants to settle on the plain black button up shirt Alastor wore. Sleeves rolled up and exposing dark forearms. The only pop of color was the red leather tie and a gold wrist cuff. The radio demon stopped in front of his ‘client’ hand propped on tilted hip, giving the TV demon a chance to admire his form before leaning in closer and reaching out to loosen Vox’s tie for him. “A lot of men need some help relaxing every so often. Some just need a firmer hand. To be forced to set work aside and just drift into the pleasure of not having to be in charge. I assume you work in a very demanding industry, hmm?”
“Finance.” Vox nodded, still playing at being bashful.
“Well as long as you’re in this room there is nothing you will have to calculate. You can set that mind to rest.” Alastor tapped at the side of Vox’s screen, before trailing down to a broad shoulder. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I-I’d like that.” Vox stuttered.
“Splendid.” Alastor circled a finger over an exposed collar bone before letting out a dramatic sigh, smile wide with glee. “You seem like such a good boy, but I heard you’ve been very bad. Bad enough to warrant a bit of punishment.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well the first step is to confess, my dear. Clear your conscience.” Alastor leaned in close whispering. “What did you do?”
“Advised on some bad investments. Costing clients a fortune.” Vox looked truly ashamed but glanced up with pleading eyes. “I really thought—“
“Shh no need to explain. Besides, I don't want to hear your excuses.” Alastor shoved Vox on to the bed, running his fingers down his leather tie before yanking it off. “I much rather hear you scream and beg forgiveness.”
“Y-yes, sir.” Vox’s stuttering shyness was ruined a bit by the eager spread of his legs but Alastor didn’t hold the break of character against him.
“I advise that you strip. I think it’d be a good investment and perhaps it’ll garner you a bit of mercy.” Alastor spun the leather tie threateningly and when Vox didn’t move quick enough he smacked the edge of the bed with it. The TV demon jumped into action unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and wiggling out of his suit to reveal lacy red underwear. “Looks like my little slut came dressed to impress. Sadly I’m not swayed by frilly adornments.”
“I just like the feel of them. Sir.”
“Oh, do you? Do you enjoy dressing up all prim and proper in your big boy suit, while wearing skimpy little underthings like the slut you are?” Vox was already starting to get hard, the belittling tone obviously exciting him. Alastor sneered as he looked pointedly at Vox’s crotch. “It hardly covers anything.”
Vox’s hand went to cover himself, a flush of embarrassment displayed on his screen. A quick whip of the tie snapped against blue tipped fingers and Vox took in a sharp breath. “Too late now, you’ve already displayed yourself like some common whore, don’t bother covering it up.”
Obediently Vox removed his hands yet again and Alastor trailed his fingers over exposed flesh, looking into cyan eyes with a predatory grin that made his sub shudder. Alastor enjoyed Vox’s reactions, always had. The way his pulse quickened, blood rushing through his veins. The microscopic changes in stance, the bowing of his head, the occasional glancing up, the subtle lick of digital lips. These reactions weren’t as delightful as the pathetic sounds the TV demon could make but they were the start of their connection. The initial spark in the closed circuit of their game. Alastor’s palm spread wide over Vox’s chest, feeling his heartbeat for a moment before pushing the demon down again.
“Ah.”
There was the sound, the pathetic little whimper as Vox let himself fall onto the covers. The plush pink duvet framed Vox’s body as he looked up at Alastor with a put upon shyness that was only marred by the slight twitch of a confident smile.
Alastor leaned down one knee braced against the bed, face inches away from a blushing screen. “Time to atone for your mishandling of business.” Alastor bent his head, tongue running up Vox’s neck. “How much money did you lose for your client?”
“I.. uh..50k, sir.”
With an intrigued hum Alastor pulled back, looming over Vox. “50 lashes it is then.”
“Wait, what?” Acted fear mixed with real excitement as Alastor took a step back to give himself room to maneuver the tie. Shadows shifted and the lights in the room flickered ominously. A tentacle wrapped around Vox’s ankles, straightening his legs up into the air and lifting his ass just slightly off the bed. Alastor took off his tie and made it crack against the bed threateningly. That was the only warning given before the leather collided hard with Vox’s thighs. “Oh fuck!”
The mark the leather left behind was dark and bloomed instantly, flushing skin with a magenta hue. Alastor drew back again and the smack echoed through the room. Vox’s hands twisted into the covers as he braced himself for the next blow. “Ah!”
Alastor adjusted, making sure not to hit the same spot twice. Peppering Vox’s upper thighs with licks of leather, moving up and down covering as much skin as possible until returning to the original spot. Hitting the already sore area drew a moan from the media overlord, and Alastor hit it again watching Vox flinch. He then pressed his hand to the hot skin, digging into the bruise with his nails.
“Fuck!” It was a sob of pure pleasure.
“Oh, dear, I seem to have forgotten to count.” A smack of his hand against lace covered cheeks. “Do you know how many that was?”
“Y-yes, sir, eighteen.” Vox stuttered.
Alastor rubbed sore skin. “What a fancy little calculator you are. Let’s see, keep count for me in intervals of nine. Try not to fumble, darling, wouldn’t want to lose count. Then we’d have to start all over again. And considering we already have to up your licks to 54 to make it work, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to start over.”
“No, s-sir!” Vox’s voice hitched as the belt came back down on him. Alastor showed no mercy, enjoying the sound of the tie slicing through the air when he gave it a spin. It was almost as good as the smack it made when it connected with a bare thigh. Though nothing compared to the needy little whimpers that tumbled from Vox’s mouth. Alastor laughed, enjoying the power, the thrill of subjugating Vox to stinging pain. Red eyes glanced over flushed skin. There were no new marks, instead lashes overlapped one another to build upon the pain like a crescendo, darkening the canvas of Vox’s thigh.
“Mhmm…T-twenty seven!” The tentacle holding Vox’s legs shifted the bruised limbs slightly so Alastor could get a better view of the TV’s screen. It was just as flushed as his flesh. Static prickling over his face. Pinching little dots as sharp as the blows that rained down upon the media overlord. Interference lines buzzed over his screen with every hit, distorting the expression of ecstasy that overcame him. The picture of his face was wobbly, and hearts replaced his pupils when another cruel chuckle left Alastor’s lips.The redhead loved seeing Vox like this, so willing to humiliate himself, so eager to scream for him. Three sharp cracks hit Vox rapidly. Alastor wanted to make him cry, to hear him sob with pleasure like last time when he’d fucked him slow.
“Shit!” The curse was followed by a deep groan that made furry ears flick with delight. Another tentacle appeared slithering up Vox’s arm towards his chest and yet another trailed around his waist. An attempt to distract him, to make him lose count by giving him too many sensations to focus on.
“Watch your tongue!” Another punishing smack, this time lower. Hitting the small swell of Vox’s backside covered by red lace. The tentacle around Vox’s ankle hoisted him up a bit higher so Alastor could get better access, knowing he could get away with being exceptionally cruel to this more supple part of his subs body. The tip of another tentacle twisted around a nipple, curling against the hardening nub. “The only words I want to hear out of your mouth are numbers.”
“Hgnh…ah.. thirty six!” Vox’s screen kept going in and out, lost in a sea of fuzzy pleasure. His claws gripped desperately at the sheets and he tossed his head back to scream when another lashing connected with his ass. His thighs where shaking kept steady only by the shadowy tendril holding him. His skin was covered in marks that bloomed like dark roses begging to be plucked. Alastor’s eyes feasted on the mottled skin like it was a beautiful bouquet. His heart was beating fast with the thrill of power, his body responding to the sound of the TV demon’s cries. Though he hardly noticed. Too focused on inflicting pain to be aware of the slight tent in his trousers. His own discomfort meant nothing when he saw Vox’s own. The media overlord squirmed like a fish on a hook, wiggling his ass like a whore that wanted Alastor’s attention. And he got it. Alastor halted that wiggle with a quick blow making Vox flinch. “Fuck!”
Another hit to Vox’s ass. “Don’t.” A loud smack echoed into the air. “Lose.” The next hit tore a bit of the flimsy lace panties. “Count!”
“Fu-Forty five!” Vox was panting and trembling, moaning in a way that sounded like he was in pain. Alastor took in a deep breath, ears twisting forward, before drawing his arm back again for another hit. The tentacle that had slinked around Vox’s waist pulled at his panties. Dragging the itchy material over raw skin. Vox took in a sharp breath between clenched teeth. The TV demon’s ass was flushed magenta with outlines of the lace left behind like a brand. Alastor locked in on that spot hitting it over and over again, as if trying to beat the wrinkles out. To smooth Vox’s skin by making blood rush to the spot and plump out the flesh.
“Oh! A-ah ha! Fi-fity four!” Alastor felt dazed when he heard the number not having realized they’d been so close to their goal. He’d lost himself in the whipping and he took a steadying breath. He almost regretted setting such a low number. Vox’s panting whimpers filled the air, his body probably focusing on the stings now that there were no new blows to distract him. “Did..did I do good sir?”
With a dismissive wave of Alastor’s hand the tentacles disappeared, dropping Vox suddenly. The radio demon’s chest was heaving as he approached the bed. Vox propped himself up on his elbows and for a split moment arousal flashed over his screen, raw and unfiltered. It was such a simple emotion, one Alastor had seen a thousand times before, but it was still thrilling. It was still entertaining. An encore that Alastor would never tire of. “Good enough to get fucked into this mattress like the cheap tart you are.”
Cyan eyes grew wide, swirling with self hypnosis as Vox moaned helplessly. The TV demon was painfully hard, his dick flushed just as dark as beaten skin. The media overlord glanced down at Alastor’s crotch noticing the obvious tenting. Hearts replaced blown pupils and Vox’s legs fell apart invitingly. With a cruel smile the radio demon smacked the edge of the mattress with the tie. “Eyes up here!” Vox quickly obeyed. “Turn around, on your hands and knees.”
Shaky legs had trouble but Vox was able to maneuver himself into position with a wince. His backside was still flushed and marked up, and he flinched when Alastor traced his palm admiringly over his handy work. A tentacle shot up from the other side of the bed grabbing Vox’s wrist and pulling him forward. His chest pressed into the soft folds of the comforter, arms outstretched and trapped. His back arched beautifully his ass up as if on display. Another tentacle deposited a bottle of lube into Alastor’s hand as he single handedly unbuttoned his pants. Vox glanced over his shoulder when the bed dipped.
“You said this was your first time booking a service like this. But surely it’s not your first time getting fucked, hmm?” Alastor cooed, wetting his fingers with lube,and drizzling a steady stream between the cleft of Vox’s cheeks. “You seem like a man who enjoys being bent over.”
“Fuck yes.” Vox groaned, turning around and letting his head fall onto the mattress.
Alastor pressed his fingers in gently, caressing a bruised cheek apologetically. The apology didn’t seem to be needed as Vox lifted his head and sighed out giving his ass a little wiggle. Impatiently asking for more, seemingly unaware of any soreness. “I can tell by how eagerly you’re taking my finger. You want something bigger don’t you?”
“Yes, so bad, please.”
A chastising smack made Vox jolt forward and Alastor pumped two fingers in and out. “You’ll have to wait. Preparation is key. Wouldn’t want to tear you up.”
Another groan, Vox looking coyly over his shoulder. Eyes dazed with lust. “I can take it, sir, please. Fuck me.”
“Patience, dear, I’ll fuck what little brains you have left out in just a moment.” Vox pushed back onto the fingers with a greedy little whine. “Doesn’t it hurt?” Alastor squeezed the sore cheek and a bolt of electricity skitter down that delicious back curve Vox was holding. It reminded Alastor of his cat-like behavior during the pet play prompt. He wouldn’t mind making Vox purr. Curling up his finger he brushed against Vox’s prostate.
“Yes! Yes, fuck I dont care. Make it hurt more…mhmm. Fuck me, please!” Alastor stroked his finger as if scratching under Vox’s chin in an attempt to make him purr. The TV demon let his head hit the mattress again with a groan, and Alastor laughed at his trembling body. Slowly he withdrew his fingers, lining himself up, head pressing teasingly at Vox’s entrance. “Yes, please, sir!”
A hand pressed Vox’s face deeper into the mattress, muffling his pleas. Two more tentacles circle round ankles to spread Vox’s legs a bit. “Well then, I’m not holding back.”
Without any further warning Alastor’s hips drove forward harshly. Vox’s cry was muffled. The radio demon dug his nails into a narrow hip and plastic cassing as he fucked into Vox harshly. He could feel the warmth radiate from the freshly abused skin. Alastor hammered into Vox, adding to the sting he must still feel. Pressing in deep, putting pressure on sore flesh. Wet smacking sounds started to fill the room along with Vox’s obscured cries. Red fingers curled around the edge of the screen and yanked Vox’s head back, forcing the demon’s body into an uncomfortable J shape. Vox didn’t seem to mind the painful bend, instead just moaning, his antenna bouncing with every forward thrust.
“Oh, fuck…yes…harder… mmmm-more!” Vox panted out prettily, claws digging into the inky blackness of the tentacle around his wrists.
“What an eager little cocksleeve you are.” Alastor’s hips moved faster, thrusting deeper and harder. Electricity popped between Vox’s antenna. The sight enticed Alastor as he set to record Vox’s needy little sounds before sending them through radio waves so Vox could hear himself. “Do you hear how pathetic you sound? Pratcly salivating at the chanced to be fucked this thoroughly by me. Are you not getting it anywhere else? Can’t satisfy that lustful little hole of yours elsewhere? Had to pay me to come take care of it?”
“Yours…Al…sir…oh! Soooo…good!” Vox sighed out between whines becoming purposely louder, probably in an attempt to please Alastor. The radio demon could admit it worked, he always enjoyed how vocal his sub was. So he rewarded Vox with deep powerful thrust, jarring his body forward.
“Hah! Ah! Yes..close…Al!” Vox’s speech degraded into a blithering mess of moans, but Alastor wanted more. He wanted to hear him beg. To hear how much Vox wanted him, how much Alastor could satisfy him. Verbal proof that he was enough, that this month had been enough. That Vox was truely grateful to be fucked even if it was a rarity. Or perhaps that he was grateful for Alastor's touch precisely because it was so rare, so precious, so satisfying and just right. His hand shifted from Vox’s hip to dig into the small mound of his ass instead. Pulling almost all the way out and just lingering there, fingers massaged warm flesh.
“Mine you say?” Alastor breathed out, his own panting accompanying the words. “If you’re mine then I can do as I please. Leave you like this on the edge. Would you like that?”
“Fuck no! No! Please, I want...I wanna cum.” Vox tried to push his hips back but the awkward bend on his body made it hard.
“What have you done to deserve that? You lost your client so much money, perhaps you should lose on your investment too. You’ve already paid me, I could just leave you here.”
“Please, I’ll do better. I’ll be good.”
“Maybe you dropped the ball because you overwork yourself, hmm?” Alastor pushed in slowly.
“Oooooh.” Vox sighed in relief.
“Maybe you should relax more.” Alastor pulled out just as slow. “And make some time for selfcare.”
“You… take care of me, sir…so good. You fuck me so good, please. I’ll be good. I’ll do better.” Vox had that same tone of voice he had when he’d given Alastor head at the beginning of the month. The dazed babbling of being lost in pleasure, desperate for release. Alastor’s chest swelled with pride at being able to reduce someone like Vox to this. To care for him, to provide him a space where he could let go and not think of all the things marked on his calendar. To not be in charge but to willingly submit and drift away.
“Be sure that you do. Wouldn’t want you making yourself sick from working around the clock.” He pushed back in letting out a sigh of his own. This seemed to thrill Vox who echoed a moan in return.
“I work to make you feel good. I want to feel good, I want to be good for you.” Vox whined.
“All for me, darling?” Alastor rewarded Vox’s begging with a bit of an exaggerated groan as he pulled out slowly. Having no issues playing the part of a satisfied lover when Vox was acting so sweet. The TV demon seemed to preen under the sound of Alastor’s moan. Prideful little sparks danced over his skin as Alastor pushed back in and Vox clenched around him.
“Oohhh.” Alastor grinned down at his sub dragging out the sound of pleasure just to see Vox shiver with excitement. “You’re so tight.”
“Yes…ah.” Vox attempted to push his hips back, determined to be an active part in bringing Alastor pleasure but he could do little more than cant his hips up, exaggerating the arch in his back even more. “Fuck me, sir. I’ll be soooo good for you. Please.”
“You want it bad don’t you, dear?” Pulling back again Alastor used his hand to spread Vox apart watching himself sink back in, and sending the image over radio waves so Vox could enjoy seeing himself be split open. It had an immediate effect on the TV demon. A cute little chime went off as if Alastor had just hit the jackpot on some game show.
“Yes.” Vox moaned pathetically.
“Nothing but a desperate little slut that can’t get enough of my cock.” A buzz rattled Vox’s head and Alastor felt the electricity run up his arm.
“Al! Please!” The red head sent out a pulse of radio waves that Vox eagerly accepted mimicking the desperate cries of the audio he was just fed. Once Alastor got an earful he started up suddenly with a brutal pace, pounding into Vox just like he wanted.
“Oh hells!! Yes!” Vox practically screamed. “I… fuck, Al! I…mhmm…you..” the TV demon’s voice was glitching claws digging into the tentacle so deep they would be drawing blood if shadows could bleed. The phantom feeling of the grip washed over Alastor as he let out a quiet moan of his own. Vox was so tight around him and he let go of Vox’s head to put a steady hand on the curve of his sub’s back.
“I…I-I” Vox was glitching bad, head falling onto the bed and muffling any further sound. There was something so familiar about the glitchy stutter but all thought was forgotten when Vox stiffened spilling onto the bed untouched with a pleased cry.
“Al!!” The sob was so loud that the word was crystal clear despite Vox’s attempt to stifle it by nuzzling his head into the comforter. Alastor himself was feeling a bit over stimulated and made to pull out. “NO—n-n-nno, cum i-i-inside.” It was hard to make out the words as it seemed Vox was trying desperately to fight his reboot in an attempt to get his requests. Just as the body beneath him went limp Alastor pushed back in. Vox was so relaxed beneath him that the radio demon could fuck him as hard and fast as he need to reach his own climax. Within seconds he was fulfilling his subs plea with a low moan of his own.
“Fuck, Vox..”