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Vox really doesn't want to be here, yet here he is, standing on the set of a fucking porn. The makeshift walls of the scene are adorned with graffiti and the prominent toilet in the center of the set makes for an unconventional backdrop, one that doesn't quite line up with his usual taste. He normally avoids Valentino's workplace like the plague, preferring to keep his distance from the debauchery he knows goes on here. Sure, he likes to check in on his new business partner from time to time, but watching from a distance is different than being here in person; the smell of semen, cheap perfume, and sweat is something he rather hadn't experienced firsthand. But he couldn't refuse Val's request, not after everything he did to Val last night.

As he approaches, he sees Val engaged in conversation with what he assumes is the director. Val's face is turned away from him, and Vox can't help but take a moment to admire the way the loose cropped tank top and shorts cling to his long and toned frame. It's a different, way more casual look for Val, one that Vox finds surprisingly attractive, although he reminds himself that those clothes won't stay on for much longer. A thought that both excites and upsets him. Val degrading himself like this is humiliating and unnecessary.

Vox can see the faint bruises, bite marks and scratches decorating Val's skin, traces of their night together. He knows he has no right to claim Val as his own, but he can't help but feel a primal possessiveness—a sense of satisfaction knowing that he's left his mark on Val, even if it's only temporary.

He takes a deep breath as he forces himself to push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on maintaining his composed exterior and reminding himself of his status and power. He's the CEO of VoxTek Enterprises, a powerful overlord in his own right. These pathetic employees are so far beneath him, and he refuses to let them see any weakness.

So Vox maintains his composure as he listens in on the conversation between Val and the director. They discuss the details of the shoot, the positioning of the actors, and the flow of the scene. His presence goes unnoticed for a little while until the director's gaze shifts his way, prompting Val to turn around with an irritated expression.

But as Val's eyes meet his, the annoyance instantly melts away from Val's features, replaced by a radiant smile that lights up the room. "Mi dulce Vox, I'm so glad you decided to visit me today." Val coos as he walks past the director towards Vox.

Vox inclines his head respectfully as Val extends his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it with practiced grace. "Valentino," he replies smoothly. "It's always a pleasure to see you, even in such… unique circumstances."

Val chuckles carefree. "Oh, come on, Vox," he says playfully. "I'm pretty sure you've seen it all before, darling."

Before Vox can respond, Val turns around to address the crew, his tone shifting from playful to authoritative in an instant. "Listen up, everyone," he announces loudly, his voice cutting through the chatter on set. "I expect everything to be in perfect order by the time I return. If not..." He trails off, leaving the threat hanging in the air, a silent promise of consequences for any shortcomings.

The crew members exchange nervous glances, their expressions wary, as they quickly scramble to ensure everything meets Val's standards. Vox can't help but admire the way Val effortlessly asserts his dominance. This is the side of Val that he respects—the side that commands attention and respect without hesitation.

Val turns back to Vox, gesturing toward a nearby door. "Will you join me, mi amor?"

Vox nods once, falling into step beside Val as they make their way to his dressing room. Val gestures toward a plush sofa in the corner of the room, inviting Vox to take a seat as he moves to stand in front of a large, lighted mirror. "Make yourself comfortable, darling," Val says. "It won’t take long."

Vox takes a seat, observing his business partner as he straightens his jacket. If someone had told him a couple of months ago that he would be waiting in the dressing room of a male pornstar, he wouldn't have believed them. But Valentino is special, even now when he starts to complain about the situation he entirely put himself into.

"Ugh, I can't believe I have to do this," Val grumbles, dabbing at his makeup in frustration. "Being stuck in that small toilet stall for hours is going to make me so sore."

Vox raises an eyebrow. "You know you don't have to do it, Val," he says, his tone dismissive. "Surely there are other actors that can take your place."

Val lets out a dramatic sigh, shooting Vox a playful pout in the mirror's reflection. "Oh, but Voxxy, you know how it is. The perverts want to see me in action, and who am I to deny them?"

Vox rolls his eyes, suppressing a sigh of his own. "Val, you're more than just a performer; you're a business owner, a rising overlord. You don't need to subject yourself to this kind of thing anymore."

Val turns to face Vox, putting his hands on Vox's knees and leaning in closer. "But where's the fun in that, mi querido Vox?" he says, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Besides, there is no one who can top the great Valentino."

A smirk tugs at Vox's lips as he watches Val. "Is that so?" he teases. "Well, perhaps I should put that theory to the test right now."

Val's grin widens at Vox's words, his gaze lingering on his crotch suggestively before he looks him back in the eyes. "Oh baby, I think that theory was proved yesterday," he says, his voice low and sultry. "But I'm always down to do a little private show for you, papi."

Val gracefully moves to his vanity, settling onto its surface with a sensual sway of his hips. Without losing eye contact, he slowly slides off his shorts over his long, slender legs. He props them up on the vanity, spreading them wide to give Vox an unobstructed view of his cock, balls, and inviting hole.

Vox's breath catches in his throat at the sight, his heartbeat quickening as desire surges through him. He watches intently as Val reaches into a nearby drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube with a playful smirk.

Val pops open the bottle, the liquid glistening in the light. "You like what you see, Voxxy?" He purrs seductively.

Vox's head is filled with lust as he nods, his voice husky with desire. "You know I do, Val," he murmurs, unable to tear his eyes away from the erotic display before him.

With a devilish grin, Val begins to circle his hole with the lube, his movements slow and deliberate. "Good," he breathes, his tone teasing. "Because I'm going to like you watching me."

Vox swallows hard, his arousal spiking at Val's words. He shifts in his seat, his growing erection straining against his trousers as he watches Val's every move.

Val let his fingers trail down his body, teasingly brushing over his cock before dipping between his cheeks. He lets out a soft moan as he slides a finger into his slick entrance, his eyes never leaving Vox's.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Vox growls. "Are you sure you can take all those cocks?"

Val's smirk widens as he adds a second finger, his movements becoming more urgent. "Mmm, you know I love a challenge, papi," he purrs. "But don't worry, you're the only one who can truly satisfy me."

As Val adds a third finger, his moans growing louder with each thrust, Vox can't hold back any longer. With a groan of need, he reaches down to palm himself through his trousers, his desire for Val consuming him completely.

"Look at you, getting all worked up over a mere whore like myself," Val taunts playfully, his fingers working skillfully as he continues to stretch himself open. "Who would've thought a powerful overlord could be so easily turned on?"

Vox's cheeks flush with heat at Val's words, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watches Val's shameless display. "You know exactly what you're doing to me, Val," he growls. "And I'm not complaining."

With a seductive grin, Val reaches up with his free hands, deftly taking off his tank top. He lets the fabric fall to the floor, revealing his sculpted torso and pierced, heart shaped nipples. Val starts to stroke his cock with long, slow movements. "I really love the way you watch me, papi."

Vox releases his throbbing cock from the restraints of his pants. He strokes himself eagerly, his eyes locked on Val's every move. As Val continues to stretch and stroke himself, Vox's breath grows heavy with anticipation. He's completely lost in the moment, his mind consumed by thoughts of Val and the overwhelming desire he feels.

Vox's gaze traces over every inch of Val's body, admiring the muscles rippling beneath Val's purple skin, the graceful length of his never-ending legs, and the captivating sight of his beautiful cock. But it's the marks—the bruises, bite marks, and scratches—that draw Vox's attention the most. His eyes linger on the fingerprints around Val's throat, a magnificent reminder of his dominance over him.

Vox can't help but ask, "Are you going to cover those up?"

Val moans softly. "No way, papi, everyone should know I'm your filthy slut."

Vox's body responds immediately to Val's words; his cock throbs eagerly in his hand, pulsing with need as he watches Val stroke himself with deliberate slowness. "Good boy," Vox praises as his hand moves faster along his length, stroking himself for his slut, his Valentino. He knows he's close, his body tightening with the approaching release.

But just as the tension is on the point of no return, Val suddenly stops, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "I think I'm prepared enough for the scene, don't you think?" he chuckles.

Vox's eyes widen in frustration as he watches Val approach him. Val's hand wraps around Vox's throbbing cock, stroking it a few times before tucking it right back into his trousers with a playful smirk.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Val?" Vox complains. "I was fucking close."

Val chuckles softly as he leans in close to Vox. "Oh, I know, darling," he purrs, his breath hot against Vox's screen. "But where's the fun in making it too easy for you?"

With a final smirk, Val pulls away, his gaze smoldering with desire as he wraps his wings around his body. "Come, mi amor, there is a shoot waiting for us."

Back on set Vox sits down on a chair and watches the scene unfolding before him. Despite his discomfort with the situation, his cock still frustratingly hard, he can't help but admire Val's ability to seamlessly transition back into his professional demeanor. Vox notes the calm confidence in Val's movements, the way he interacts with the director, camera crew, and sound technicians, each exchange marked by a sense of authority.

As Val settles onto the toilet, Vox's gaze shifts to the control panel in front of him, where he can see the various camera angles displayed, feeling a sense of familiarity. He watches intently as Val takes long drags from his cigarette, his eyes lingering on the smoke curling lazily in the air.

Vox's attention is drawn to a small imp who rushes onto the set with a marker in hand. Val extends his leg, opening his wings slightly to grant her access to his body. Vox observes with a raised eyebrow as the imp writes something on Val's leg: "Cum here," a vulgar message that provokes a silent roll of his eyes. It's clear they're not in his studios today.

The imp hands Val the marker, and Vox watches as Val puts it behind him on the tank. After a last long drag of his cigarette, Val extinguishes it on the imp's extended hand. Vox's lips curl into a small smile as he observes the tears welling in the imp's eyes, a silent testament to Val's sadistic tendencies. It's a cruel display, unnecessary in its brutality, yet Vox can't deny the thrill it sends through his body. There is something about Val's dominance—his willingness to viciously demonstrate his power without hesitation—that Vox finds undeniably arousing.

Vox at first fails to notice the increasing number of larger, muscular sinners entering the studio. It's only when he catches glimpses of them out of the corner of his eye that he realizes their imposing stature. All of them are larger than Vox, even taller than Val, with broad shoulders and monstrous and animalistic features. Val's words about bigger being better in porn echo in his mind, fueling a flurry of jealousy and insecurity.

His thoughts spiral as he envisions these lowlife thugs laying their hands on his Val, their rough touch defiling his holes. The idea of them using what's rightfully his ignites a fierce protectiveness within Vox, his grip on the armrest of the chair tightening involuntarily. This is gonna be a long shoot.

Vox is trapped in his own version of hell, his gaze fixed on Val's performance. The sight of his partner being ravaged by multiple unworthy sinners both enrages and arouses him, his cock painfully hard in his pants.

It's a stark contrast to his usual experience of watching Val from the safety of his control room. There, he could indulge in his voyeuristic tendencies without restraint, stroking himself to the sight of Val's debauchery. But now every moan, every drop of sweat that rolls down Val's body feels like torture. He longs to reach down and stroke himself at the sight of his abused partner, but he knows he must maintain his composure. He's here to observe, and oversee the shoot, and he can't risk compromising his authority by giving in to his carnal desires. He's forced to sit and watch as his associate is used by these monstrous sinners, each and every one unworthy of Valentino. It's torment, pure and simple, and yet he can't bring himself to look away.

Val sits on the toilet, his legs spread wide, his cock leaking, and his asshole dripping with cum. Sweat glistens on his skin, mingling with the fluids of his multiple partners, and even his normally perfect fluff and antennae are mussed and frilly with cum. Vox's eyes flicker to the marker on the tank behind Val, the tally of marks on Val's leg climbing steadily higher with each passing moment. It's a stark reminder of just how many men have had their way with Val, and it fills Vox with an overpowering jealousy.

As Val sucks the two dicks that are sticking out the gloryholes interchangeably, Vox continues to watch intently. Val's long tongue wraps around each cock with practiced ease, sucking the tip before plunging it deep into his throat. The sight of Val's throat stretched around the thick shafts turns Vox on immensely, his own cock throbs painfully in response.

But even as Val moans and slurps on the cocks, his movements betray a slight weariness. As Val swallows the first load, Vox feels possessive pride swell within him. Despite the degradation and exhaustion he's enduring, Val soldiers on as a true professional, eager to please and perform for his audience. When Val takes the second load on his face, his expression a mask of lust and submission, Vox's jealousy burns hotter than ever. He wants nothing more than to coat Val entirely in his cum. Fuck him over and over till he remembers nothing but Vox’s cock.

Val can barely add two more marks to his leg when a huge bull-like creature walks into the stall. Vox watches the crew hastily extend the side walls to accommodate the newcomer, allowing the cameras to capture every brutal moment up close.

Without a moment's hesitation, the sinner seizes Val, spinning him around like he weighs nothing, and presses him against the tank with a forceful hand. Val's back arches in response, his body yielding to the sinner's dominance as he braces himself for what's to come.

As the sinner drives his large cock into Val's inviting hole with brute force, Val cries out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The sound echoes through the studio, a raw and primal expression of the intensity of their fucking. Vox's fists clench at the sight of Val's vulnerability, his body wracked with sensations beyond his control.

Val's lower arms are grasped firmly by the sinner, his claws digging into Val's flesh as he holds on for dear life. In a desperate bid to stifle his cries, Val sinks his teeth into his own first, the sight both disturbing and strangely arousing. A camera zooms in on Val's tear-stained face, capturing every raw emotion.

Vox's control shatters as he watches the scene unfold before him, his desire for Val overwhelming his sense of reason. He can feel the electricity crackling around him, the sight of Val being ravaged by the monstrous sinner, way bigger than him, sends him into a possessive rage, his jealousy burning like a fire in his veins. He knows he should stay back, maintain his distance, and uphold his reputation, but he doesn't care anymore.

With a fierce determination, Vox makes his way to the set, pushing through the crowd of waiting sinners, his gaze fixed on the screens of Val and the bull-like creature dominating him. His voice, usually smooth and controlled, drips with venom as he issues a chilling threat to those who dare to stand in his way.

"Get the fuck out of my way," Vox growls under his breath. "Or I'll make you beg for a fucking permanent death." His left eye pulsates with hypnotic power, his aura radiates dominance and menace. The sinners shrink back in fear, their eyes wide with terror as they scramble to clear a path for Vox.

As the bull reaches his climax, Vox's desperation reaches its peak. He can hear the sinner's guttural groans of pleasure as he releases his load deep inside Val, marking him with his seed. But Vox cares little for the bull's satisfaction; his focus is solely on Val, on the burning need to reclaim him as his own.

Without delay, Vox pushes his throbbing cock through the gloryhole, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he quickly feels Val's long tongue wrap around it. The sensation is overwhelming, and Vox can't help but moan softly as Val's expert mouth works its magic. Val glides along the length of Vox's shaft, his tongue swirling around the tip with captivating precision.

Each flick of his tongue sends sparks of pleasure through Vox's body, and he finds himself gasping for breath as Val takes him deeper. He fights to stifle his moans, not wanting to give himself away, but it's a losing battle. The pleasure is too intense, too overwhelming, and soon he's panting and groaning uncontrollably, his hands gripping the edge of the gloryhole for support.

With each deep, steady suck, Val's mouth draws Vox deeper into a haze of ecstasy. His hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of the delicious friction that Val provides as Val's moans vibrate against his skin.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" Val purrs, his voice strained from all the cock he's taken. "You love it when I take you like this, don't you? You're mine, cariño. All mine."

Vox's breath catches in his throat at Val's words, his arousal skyrocketing at the possessive tone in his voice. He wants to respond, to tell Val just how much they belong to each other, but he knows he can't risk revealing his identity.

As Vox feels himself nearing his orgasm, Val suddenly pulls away, leaving Vox's cock throbbing and aching for release. Vox's protests die on his lips as Val slaps his cock a few times, a teasing gesture that only serves to prolong his agony.

With a swift movement, Vox feels Val's slick, abused hole envelop him. The sensation is so intense that Vox nearly loses control right then and there. So many guys have fucked this hole before, so many loads are coating his cock right now, and somehow that makes the feeling more extreme. With a primal growl, Vox starts pounding into Val with all the pent-up desire and frustration he's been holding back, their bodies moving in perfect sync despite the barrier between them.

“Fuck, Val.” Vox groans, before he bites his lip, making sure he won’t unmask himself any further.

Val's moans fill the air as Vox pounds into him relentlessly. "Oh, fuck yes, baby," Val gasps, his voice thick with desire. "Give it to me, harder. I need it, I need you."

Vox's control slips further as he listens to Val's cries of pleasure, his own need driving him to new heights of intensity. With each explosive thrust, he feels the tension building in his body, the pressure growing until he's on the edge of release. 

When he thinks he can't hold on any longer, Vox unleashes a surge of electricity, shocking Val's body. Vox feels how Val's body shakes in response, his hole clenching hard around Vox, his cries of pleasure and pain mixing with the crackle of electricity in the air.

"Fuck!" Val gasps, his body trembling. "Do it again, harder. Please, mi amor, I need it!"

With a wicked grin, Vox obliges, sending another surge of electricity coursing through Val's body. Val might have had bigger dicks tonight, but none of them can give Val the sensations he so longs for.

With each surge of electricity, Val's body convulses with pleasure, his muscles tensing and relaxing in a delicious rhythm. His moans grow louder, more desperate, as Vox continues to shock him, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, yes!" Val cries out, his voice raw with need. "More, please, give it to me harder!"

Vox's pride swells as he feels and listens to Val surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure, his orgasm nearing with each thrust and shock. He revels in the primal intensity of their connection, knowing that this moment is more real, more genuine, than anything that came before.

As Val's screaming climax finally crashes over him, Vox feels the tight clench of his asshole around his cock, the sensation driving him wild with pleasure. He can't hold back any longer, his own orgasm tearing through as he shoots his load deep into Val's quivering, overflowing ass.

As the last waves of pleasure wash over him, Vox collapses against the makeshift wall, his chest heaving with exertion. He takes a moment to catch his breath, his mind still reeling from the intensity of what just transpired.

The reality of the moment hits him as he recalls the current situation. Valentino is his , no one shall touch him after this, especially not one of the worms waiting in line, jerking their cocks for a chance to fuck his Valentino. 

Vox wastes no time and displays a message to the director on his screen. "You fucking wrap the shoot up now if you value your fucking life!"

As the director scrambles to obey, calling for close-ups of Val's abused body and holes, Vox can finally relax. He takes a moment to clean himself up, grabbing a random shirt to wipe his cock off before he tucks it away. He straightens his clothes, composing himself once more, before he makes his way towards the director.

Vox's gaze flickers towards Val, taking in the sight of his trembling, cum-filled hole being filmed by one of the cameras. Possessiveness washes over him, knowing that he's the one who claimed Val last.

Turning his attention back to the director, Vox moves behind him, his presence looming like a shadow over the man's shoulder. He grips the director's shoulder tightly, his voice low and menacing as he whispers into the man's ear.

"If anyone in this room ever speaks about my involvement in this," Vox hisses, his voice low and dangerous, "I'll torture every single person you ever loved, cutting them into pieces before I force them down your throat. Understood?"

The director nods frantically, his eyes wide with fear as he realizes the gravity of Vox's words. He knows better than to defy someone with Vox's power, influence and reputation.

Vox releases his grip on the director's shoulder. "Good boy," he murmurs, his expression cold and unreadable as he steps back, allowing the man to continue to do his job. With a final glance towards Val, he once more sits down in his chair, his resolve hardening, knowing that he'll stop at nothing to protect what's his .

Vox sits in his control room, surrounded by monitors displaying security streams and footage from his studios. Reports and contracts litter his desk, demanding his attention, but his mind keeps slipping back to the events of the day prior. He should be annoyed with himself for mixing business and pleasure, for allowing his desires to cloud his judgment. He should be blaming himself for letting things spiral out of control. But despite it all, he can't bring himself to regret a single moment.

With a sigh, Vox tries to refocus on the reports in front of him. He scans through them, his mind drifting back to Val's pleading cries for more, the way his body yielded to Vox's every touch. It's a dangerous distraction, one that threatens to derail his focus entirely.

His assistant interrupts his thoughts, entering the room with a stack of files in hand. "Mr. Vox, sir, I have the contracts you requested," he says.

Vox nods, gesturing for him to place them on his desk. He quickly scans the documents, his eyes narrowing as he checks for any mistakes or discrepancies. Satisfied that everything is in order, he reaches for his pen to sign them. Sinners these days are too desperate for a chance to work for him, he muses silently. He doesn't even have to negotiate the deals himself anymore; they practically beg for the opportunity to serve him. It's a testament to his power and influence, a reminder of just how far he's come.

As he scans over the terms, ensuring everything is in order, the sound of heels on the metal flooring draws his attention. His heart skips a beat, anticipation coursing through him as he recognizes the familiar sound.

Valentino.

The doors open, and Vox's breath catches in his throat as Val steps into the room, his presence commanding attention even in the most mundane of settings. There's a mischievous glint in Val's eyes, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he saunters closer.

"Ah, Valentino," Vox greets calm and collected, waving his assistant away. 

Val's smile widens as he approaches, his movements fluid and graceful. "Mi dulce Vox," he purrs. "You look positively irresistible today. I adore it when you're all bent over a desk."

Vox arches an eyebrow at the suggestive undertone in Val's words. "So, what brings you to my domain today, Val?"

"Oh, nothing much," Val says, his tone light as a smile curls on his lips. "Just thought I'd bring you a little pick-me-up."

With a flourish, Val produces a steaming cup of coffee from behind his back, proudly holding it out to Vox. "Freshly brewed, just the way you like it. And if you don't like it, please let me know, it's way too long since I shot someone."

Vox's lips twitch in amusement as he accepts the cup, setting it down on his desk without taking a sip. This whole situation is suspicious as hell, but he's kind of curious where it's going. "And how did I owe the pleasure of the great Valentino bringing me a coffee, today?"

Val's grin widens as he settles comfortably on Vox's desk, disregarding the meticulously organized paperwork beneath him. He takes a slow sip of Vox's coffee, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he meets Vox's gaze.

"Well, let's just say I had quite an entertaining shoot yesterday," he says, putting the cup down once more, leaving stains on one of the new contracts. "And I couldn't help but feel that your presence only enriched the whole experience."

Vox's jaw tightens at the implication, his mind racing as he tries to maintain his composure. "I'm pleased that me watching—"

Before Vox can finish his denial, Val interrupts him with a playful smirk, shifting his position on the desk so that the pointed toe of his boot presses against Vox's crotch. Vox stiffens at the unexpected contact, his breath heavy as he meets Val's gaze.

"You know, mi amor," Val purrs, "I recognized you the moment you stuck your rock hard cock through that hole."

Heat floods Vox's screen, his mind racing as he struggles to come up with a suitable response. "I assure you, Valentino," Vox says, his tone firm despite the nerves in his chest, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Val laughs. "Oh, darling, don't be coy," he says. "We both know you got a little overheated watching me, couldn't resist joining in. I'm just here to thank you, so please let me, papi."

As Val slides off the desk, he lands gracefully between Vox's legs, his movements fluid and confident. Vox's breath catches in his throat as Val's hands deftly open his zipper, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Mixing business with pleasure may not have been the wisest decision, but in this moment, with Val's hand taking out his apparently very recognizable cock, Vox decides that perhaps it's not such a bad idea after all.