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It wasn’t often that Vox actually scheduled time off to spend with Valentino, and the action was enough to make Valentino slightly suspicious. Not in a negative way, though; on the rare occasions where Valentino was close enough to see despite his fucked up vision, he could read his partners thoughtful, conniving expression. Something was up, and for once, it wasn’t just Val’s cock.
He had bothered Vox about it on the way to Consent (funny fucking name for a sex club), gently caressing his freshly painted nails down the sinner’s dark, fashionable suit. The smile on Vox’s flat screen head was as sly as it was deeply arousing. He even spread his legs a little, which was a world full of difference from the usual uncaring slap of his glass claws in the typical scenario. Still, he said nothing, using one of those aforementioned glass claws to bring Valentino’s head closer for a particularly dirty kiss. Valentino had purred in approval, moving in closer - the hand on Vox’s lap now full on groping, with the other hand on that side coming up to move Vox’s screen upwards to make the angle more suitable for the towering overlord to shove his tongue down Vox’s throat.
“At least wait until we get into the building, fuckheads,” said the reason for Valentinos painted nails and Vox’s fashionable suit, lounging in the seat opposite them in the limo. Velvette - lying on the seat, one foot on the expensive leather, looking all the world like she was modelling the sheer pink dress, and not simply a director - glanced over to them. (After hearing that Vox was voluntarily going out, instead of being dragged, she had rescheduled her night to join the two). Vox cleared his non-existent throat and shoved Valentino off him. Valentino had not removed his hand on Vox’s groin, and Vox pretended to be unaffected. He hadn’t made any motion towards removing it however.
So now here they were, in a relatively private section of Consent. Valentino had some slip of a whore at his side since Vox had yet to reveal whatever the fuck was going on with him. He only seemed passively annoyed when Valentino shifted to lean further against Vox as he brought the girl into his arms further, his digital eyes instead watching the throng of people bounce and grind to the heavy beat of the music. Unable to tear herself completely away from her work, Velvette motioned to Vox something on her phone. She too had noticed both the subtle and not so subtle changes in his actions, and analysed him as he briefly looked at her phone before giving a noncommittal answer and went back to crowd-watching.
It didn’t surprise her when he suddenly got to his feet, and dived into the crowd like a hunter after prey. It did surprise Valentino however, and Velvette didn’t much appreciate having his head suddenly fall into her lap when his backrest had rudely vacated. The girl used the position change to crawl up Valentino, but he didn’t pay much attention and pushed himself up slightly with an elbow, looking at where Vox went before looking up to Velvette with a raised eyebrow. Her lip curled up on one side in a half smile. “Ready for a fun night, Valentino?” she asked, having caught on to Vox’s machinations.
Deep in the recesses of the club, Vox had glimpsed the light reflecting off another tech head, and had caught up to them as they were about to go through the back exit. They swung round, looking up and down the media overlord with a look that was a mixture of expectation and fear from their console face. It had all been sorted in advance, and they fished out a small box from a pocket.
“This as… potent as advertised?” Vox asked, as off-handed as he could make himself be
“I don't sample the merch. But yeah, it seems to be. Good luck man,” and they dashed away as quickly as they could, before Vox could even tell them to keep hush about it. He doubted they needed to be told, anyway.
Vox made his way back, a single line for a grin making its way from each side of the screen. Velvette was watching Vox’s return with a smug, knowing smile of her own. Valentino, the sex-obsessed idiot, had the slut in between his legs. That wouldn’t do.
Vox grabbed them around the neck - his claws very mercifully only digging in enough to make her bleed, and not enough to start severing important viscera. “Leave,” he growled, and ignored Valentino’s protests. The protests quickly stopped anyway, as Vox himself sat on Valentinos lap and slipped into the space that the girl had quickly evacuated, who had been glad to have been given an excuse to leave. Valentino took the opportunity for what it was, using the two lower hands to drag Vox’s hips to better sit on his still prominent erection. His dress - some sheer purple thing - had a slit on its side all the way up to the moth’s hip. There was no doubt that it was purposeful, for easy access.
Unable to say it out loud for any listening ear, Vox sent a quick text to Velvette - ‘Make sure I don’t do anything I’ll regret.’
Velvette’s grin bared teeth in vicious amusement that made no promises.
“Always making me babysit. Maybe I want some fun too, bitch.” Vox rolled his eyes as he opened the box and took out its contents. Valentino and Vel, watching attentively, didn’t get to see even a blur before Vox brought it to the back of his head and plugged it into one of the inputs that would usually receive the mass coverage of all his cameras. Unlike any other biological intoxicants and drugs, the hit was as instantaneous as a switch, and as instantly overwhelming.
It hadn’t exactly been around for long before Vox had picked up the reports of a particular new addiction exclusive for tech heads, and wanted to try it. Thus, it hadn’t been refined perfectly yet.
The beat of the music suddenly seemed to vibrate through Vox’s whole body, and his wiry muscles tightened only to relax into a languid sprawl against Vel’s body. His digital face blinked multiple times, as if to try to clear the slight glitches that ran through his screen like white noise.
“S-Shit,” Vox tried, “didn’t expect it to hit this fucking hard,”
“Baby, what the fuck is that,”
“Someth-th-thing special just for y-you,” Vox tried to get up from his slouch, but failed to do much more than twist round to look at his partner. Velvette noticed the pink blur around the edge of his screen. His lopsided grin was wild, and a lowering of his normal inhibitions. Valentino, of course, knew those signs better than everyone, even if it was translated into something digital.
“Just for me?” he purred, grinding more heavily into Vox’s weight. Vox’s sound of affirmation sounded more like a broken glitchy moan than anything with actual meaning. “And V-Vel?” Brow raised in question.
“Sure darling,” she said, lids low over her eyes in satisfaction, “It’s so entertaining to watch your prissy ass get messed up.”
“Fuck you,” he said, somewhat coherently.
“Don’t think that's the way this night is going, baby,” at first, Vox seemed like he wanted to be affronted, until his tongue licked his lips, and that pink glow at the borders of his screen pulsed.
“Maybe,” he muttered, before slipping down to the floor, “wanna put you in my mouth first,”
“Can’t argue with that,” Valentino said, a sharp smirk, legs opening. Utterly unashamed at being revealed in front of the other clubbers - not that they cared or expected differently. Not wanting to be left out, Velvette shifted closer to where Valentino sat, reaching to place a hand on the back of Vox’s humming, hot head, fans whirring.
“Open your mouth, Vox,” Velvette commanded, at the same time Valentino groaned, head back, “Push him onto me Vel,” And, as soon as Vox opening his mouth (seemingly about to argue - maybe about how he didn’t need to be forced, he was about to do it willingly), Velvette shoved his head forward.
Valentino’s cock disappeared into whatever hellish fuckery was Vox’s mouth, shutting Vox up as his eyes squinted in a mixture of pain and arousal. He didn’t get a chance to set the rhythm. Velvette wasn’t going to be left out, and used her grip to set the pace. She slapped Valentino’s hands away as they too tried to grasp onto the metal carapace Vox called his head, and so instead they settled on the back of the couch and one around Velvette’s shoulders, and let her take control.
Vox tried to say something, but he wasn’t trying too hard so it obviously wasn’t more important than getting Valentino’s dick wet. “Just shut up and take his cock. Honestly, Vox.” Vox gave up with an annoyed moan. It was a shame he didn’t have conventional lungs; Valentino really wanted to gag him properly. Still, whatever throat he had still convulsed deliciously around him.
Velvette had an idea she wanted to try. She knew Vox wouldn’t agree normally, but in this state? She dragged his head off Valentino. Valentino growled in desperate annoyance at having his blowjob interrupted once more. He took matters into his own hands, grabbing Vox’s screen with all four and dragging him back onto his cock abruptly, much to Vox’s surprise. Velvette huffed, but let him have his fun. She sat back, pulled a privacy curtain around their table, and sat back to watch, hand already warming herself up.
Despite the beat of music that pulsed throughout them all, it was obviously getting too quiet for Valentino, who started talking filth. “That’s it baby, love you like this. All slack jawed and vulnerable. Couldn’t stop me if you wanted to huh? But you love it. Thank me, Voxxy.” He didn’t let up, and Vox didn’t say anything, “Voxxy, thank me for shoving my cock down your throat, now”. Vox tried to say something - maybe along the lines of, “Can’t fucking speak with you occupying my throat” which was, frankly, such a lack of dedication. “You can do better than that Voxxy,” he said, slamming his face onto his dick so hard he would likely have bruises on his thighs from the hard edges of vox’s face. Finally, Vox actually tried. It was a mess of incomprehensible sounds. Vox himself was a mess. Valentino could feel his lips trying to form the movements’, the vibration of his vowel in his throat.
“An improvement, but you can do better,” it seemed to confuse Vox, until he tried again, this time with more detail.
Another incomprehensible “Thank you for shoving your cock down my throat”.
“Still not good enough,,” and continued to fuck into Vox’s throat. The sudden downturned brows that would have made his face into an angry scowl if he mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied made Valentino know that Vox now understood what he was getting at. Reluctantly, he repeated the “thank you for fucking my throat” bit, and after a couple cruel thrush, Valentino got what he was searching for. The way the word “daddy” sounded with a cock down Vox’s throat was divine. He was so close.
“Again,” he demanded. Vox was reluctant, so Valentino stopped thrusting, and pulled his screen so its entirety was touching him, his entire dick down Vox’s convulsing throat.
And he complied, a fucked up “Daddy” that sounded nothing like what it should. He continued fucking into his throat.
“Again,”
This time, he seemed the most enthusiastic, as Vox looked up at him with glitching, watery eyes, Valentino could see his best attempt to say Daddy.
“There we go, was that so hard? Keep saying it baby,” and he gave it his best shot as Valentino fucked harder and faster and came inside that fucked up throat, all the while Vox was basically begging him through the “Daddy, daddy, daddy.”
Music to his ears. He let Vox fall backwards onto his knees.
“Finally,” Velvette murmured, and pulled Vox to lie stomach down on the seat. Vox seemed too dazed to resist which was exactly what she wanted. She twisted his head, until the edge of it lay against her cunt. Despite its hard edge, it was hot, and vibrating with the effort of his fans. The hot air from his vents brushed against her legs.
“That’s it, just relax and let me use you,” she commanded, and started to grind on the edge of his face. He was just like one of her favourite toys, the warmth and vibration, and her thighs grabbed him as he became more aware of his position. He only weakly tried to get away, but she brought him back. She defiled the edge of the screen with her juices. Valentino watched the explicit display as he slowly pumped himself back up.
“You’re so fucking hot Vox. Increase your fan speed, I want those vibrations and you don’t want to overheat.” He did as she commanded, and she pulled his head this way and that to get the right angle and pressure. “Now grind into me, c’mon. You’re our toy this evening, isn’t that right? Isn’t that what you wanted?” She loved using him, like he was just some common furniture to be used for her pleasure. She got out her phone to record, for some blackmail. He was too out of it to realise or resist. He tried to move his head, to satisfy her, but it wasn’t until Valentino mounted him that his movement was just right.
“That’s it. Good TV.” Velvette didn’t know if Valentino had appropriately prepared him, but judging how Vox jumped with every push of that oversized cock, Velvette doubted it. She patted Vox on his head condescendingly.
Vox felt her juices drip down into his vents as she moved his head like she wanted. It wouldn’t be so humiliating if it wasn’t his head that she was manoeuvring like an object. Still, the objectification was appealing under the blur of the tech-drug. And when Valentino tore down his suit and stuck a barely lubricated finger in his ass - two, then three - well the pain too had a lovely blur of pleasure. It didn’t take too long until Valentino’s dick was probing at his ass, pushing forward against the resistance, hands like unmoving stone on his hips to stop him wriggling away.
“That’s it slut, you can take it all, right?” No, not really. Even on a good day, Vox struggled. But Valentino could tell that under the influence he was lax and pliable, and pushed all of himself in, slowly and surely. “Like a cock sleeve made for me.” Vox’s vision was still blocked by Velvette's thighs as she continued to pull him into her again and again, uncaring that his body was becoming more twisted as Valentino pulled his hips up to meet his own. His knees dangled off the sofa, no grip. Vox’s hands twisted against the leather surface, ripping into it with sharp claws - better than the skin of his partners.
“Yes, fuck him Val!” Velvette cried, as Vox’s head ended up resting more on her cunt with his weight falling forward. Valentino drew back slowly, Vox unable to get any grip or hold to resist when Valentino much less careful drove into his guts and Vox glitched out for a few seconds in the resulting pain-pleasure. The blackness was both a relief from the stimulation, but let him feel the strong arousal being directly written into him from the tech plugged into him.
He came back to Velvette desperately rubbing her cunt against him, and Valentino using his top two hands to hold onto Vox’s neck and bottom of his screen to help her out. He grinded Vox’s face into her.
Valentino continued to thrust. “Call me daddy again baby, and I’ll let you have my load. You want it, don’t you?” and fuck, Vox did. “Say it,” he said again after Vox still hesitated, punctuating each word with a strong thrusts that drove him into Velvette, much to her pleasure.
“Daddy,” Vox muttered.
“Not good enough,” Velvette gathered herself enough to say, “try again. Now.” And he couldn’t disobey Vel.
“Daddy,” he cried out, as Valentino thrusted his whole length in again. It was splitting him open. Velvette was still recording.
“Beg for me, Use your words. What do you want?,” Valentino asked, leaning down to huff the question into where Vox’s ears would be if he had more of a conventional appearance.
“Please c-come in me,” after another pointed thrust, “D-Daddy,” he added, remembering himself.
“And what about Vel? What did you want her to do?”
Vox gasped, still glitching slightly, “Use- use me,”
“More detail, baby.”
“I want… want her to- to grind against me and get me w-w-wet, use my f-face to bring her pleasure… D-D-daddy”
“Better,” Valentino growled.
“Ugh, fuck him harder Valentino. He shouldn’t be able to speak,”
The two continued to push Vox between themselves. Valentino moved Vox’s hips into him, as the TV-heads legs still dangled. Slamming himself inside Vox’s hot hole, prickling with static electricity, and holding him so tight. All of him, balls deep. “Beautiful toy. It’s why we keep you around, Voxxy.” At those words, Vox found himself coming, the pink glow on the borders of his screen intensifying,, but the other two weren’t finished.
“Did he just come without permission?” Velvette groaned. She found herself moaning as Valentino once more became cruel in his thrusts.
Yes,” Vox trembled in oversensitivity, as he heard the unforgiving tone in their voices. “Start begging.”
“S-Sorry,” he cried through Velvette’s thigh. Valentino’s thrusts grew no less punishing, more painful in his oversensitive state.
“This isn’t isn’t ending until you make us come. Use that mouth you’re so good with. Beg for it.”
“Pl-please - Please come in me- on me.”
“You fucking disappoint me again,” and Valentino spanked his ass hard.
“Daddy! Daddy, s-s-sorry, please come inside me, I’m so sorry daddy, come inside of me.” Vox gasped. He didn’t even have a fucking daddy kink, but it enthused Valentino to see Vox put down like this. And that was, at least under the influence Vox was in currently, pretty hot by itself.
Valentinos thrusts sped up, and Velvette grabbed his head tighter, the pleasure overwhelming her.
“Fuck him harder Valentino! Put some back into it,” and so he did, Vox crying out through his begging.
“P-please daddy, please - please- '' and Velvette came onto his head, grinding on him. With her finished, Velvette moved to bring Vox upwards with all four hands, moving him up and down on his dick until he started to come once more within the TV head. It was enough to push Vox over the edge once more, causing the club's lights and music to temporarily flicker.
For a minute, the three rested, caught their breath. Vox shifted, collapsed length ways across the seat, and brought a clumsy hand up to remove the little tech piece that had brought all this on. He failed, the tips of his fingers almost scraping away slivers of paint in his attempts.
“Here, you clumsy baby,” Velvette said, and did it for him.
“Get what you wanted, Voxxy?” Valentino had already begun to smoke once more, puffs of pink clouds shaping themselves into hearts.
Vox groaned. “I really should have done more research.”