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Angel was practically yanked off the set for Vox’s talk show the moment the interview ended. One promotional event done, just for another to begin. His whole day was laid out in front of him: A porn shoot, a podcast with Velvette, a reel on his social media, a teaser on his OnlySins, an interview on Vox’s talk show, and now he was walking fast to keep up with Valentino’s long strides to the elevator.
Valentino couldn’t even be bothered to talk to him yet. He was solely focused on the views, comments, and reactions pouring in. When Valentino wanted to make someone feel like the most important sinner in all of hell he could. The rest of the time… Valentino left him feeling like a tool.
Angel Dust crossed his arms across his chest and sulked beside his pimp in the sparkling and golden little elevator. He snuck a glance at him and looked at him from the bottom up, taking in the long lines of his legs, his lean waist, one hand on a hip, one hand holding his phone, another hand bringing his cigarette to his lips.
The man was as elegant as he was bold. More than just handsome, he was stunning. That didn't make it any more enjoyable when he knew he was being used.
Valentino turned the phone towards him and purred, “Look how much they love you, Angel Baby. They're going to eat you up.” Angel growled and turned his back. Valentino grabbed his arm and yanked him closer to make him look at the phone, “You're going to make me the richest man in hell.”
Angel fought off Valentino's hand and backed away in the little elevator, “Can you stop talkin’ about the money for a minute?” His back hit the wall and he had nowhere else to go but he continued speaking. “I'm not gonna see any of that money, y'know? I'm tired of hearin everything you're getting outta my body.”
Valentino turned to face him in the elevator with a vicious scowl. He stepped once and twice closer to remove the distance between them. He grabbed Angel's little hips and lifted him up off his feet to pin him against the wall.
The movement startled the smaller man and he pressed both hands against the broad chest in front of him. He knew he didn't have any real chance to fight him off but he reacted impulsively. Valentino was unimpressed, he caught both of Angel's slender wrists in his hands and squeezed them. Angel’s heart dropped as they closed around his wrists like manacles. They were hard and uncompromising and they wrenched his hands off of Val’s chest to pin him to the wall.
Angel pulled his knees up but he could not close his legs. Valentino's long body was pressed close against him and the more that Angel Dust wished he could close his legs the more he squeezed his thighs around his pimp’s hips. Angel fisted his hands and felt the pressure of Valentino's unyielding grip.
He watched Valentino and was unable to relax as he watched one fist slowly raise up. His chest heaved with quick breaths as he braced himself for the punch, then he watched in horror as the fist hit the elevator's control panel and it shuddered to a stop.
Angel tore his eyes away from the fist to meet Valentino’s red hot eyes and shiver with the understanding he was trapped now.
Valentino growled, “I’m not done telling you everything that I get out of your body. Money and power are just the beginning.” The hands on Angel's hips started pushing up Angel's tight little skirt until the only clothing between their bodies was Valentino's white slacks. “I get pleasure out of your body, whenever, wherever, however I want it.”
He unfastened the front of his slacks and freed his growing cock. The fresh threat made Angel double his efforts to struggle and get away. There was no way to escape one long slender finger crawling closer to his crack and then sliding between his cheeks to his tight little pucker. He traced his finger around the muscle and Angel shivered and cried out preemptively.
“You're going to hear all about it and be glad for it.” Valentino snarled. The finger slipped inside and Angel arched his back up and gasped in fear.
“Fuck, Val! That hurts, I-” he breathed harder through the pain. The words did nothing, Valentino pushed his finger deeper into his boy's body and twisted inside of him.
Valentino blew red clouds of cigarette smoke into Angel's face, making him close his eyes and cough hard to block out the pheromones that would cloud his senses. He might not be able to stop him, but Valentino couldn’t force him to enjoy what was happening to him.
Valentino's long red tongue slithered past his sharp teeth and licked Angel's cheek to taste him. The lewd gesture made Angel shout and thrash in the stronger grip. “Get offa me! I ain't in the mood!” He kicked out his legs even though there was nothing to kick because Val pushed their bodies so close together. He tried to sound angry and rough and not reveal how scared he was.
Valentino chuckled in reply to the protests and slid his finger free from the grip of Angel's body. He circled his hand around his thick cock and lined up with the barely prepared hole.
Angel was well practiced and could handle a cock well enough. Even a long hard cock, dry, in an elevator. But in this moment he was angry and resentful and he wasn't going to whore himself for Valentino right now, even if it would make things easier or at least less painful.
Valentino pushed the blunt tip of his cock into Angel's unwilling body. Angel arched up and bit his lip as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. He looked up at the trapped wrists over his head, one hand in each of Valentino's larger hands, each one squeezing him so tightly that the pressure on his tendons forced his fingers to curl. The burn between his legs became more and more intense as Valentino’s hips met his.
Finally he screamed in frustration. He was pinned to the wall of an elevator as his body was used and taken against his will and there was nothing he could do to change this.
Valentino rolled his hips so that he was fully sheathed inside of Angel's body and his grin spread impossibly wide. “You feel so good around me, Angel Baby.” Angel's eyes snapped open and he snarled but Valentino only purred happily, “Your body was made for this. You're the best cock sleeve in all of hell and I'm the one that gets to put your pretty hole to use whenever I want.”
Angel's secondary hands shoved against Valentino’s chest. Small and weak as those hands were, they could do nothing at all to stop him, push him away, or even slow him down.
“Because I *own* you.” Valentino growled.
Angel shouted in protest and an attempt to drown out Valentino's words.
Valentino's hips rocked against Angel and pumped his cock inside of his arse. Every thrust punched deep inside of Angel's body and forced him to arch and twist just to avoid the tender inner walls becoming beaten. The repeated movement in and out made his tender hole raw with friction.
Each thrust broke Angel down and wore away at his resolve as Valentino stole pleasure from him and wrung it from his body.
Soon Valentino was breathing in quick hard puffs as he came closer and closer to climax, meanwhile Angel's breaths were short shuddering gasps as he resisted openly crying.
Valentino gathered both of the slender wrists into one of his hands. Just one hand was easily strong enough to keep Angel Dust’s arms above his head and it allowed him a free hand to stroke the boy’s wet cheek and trace the little choker collar under his neck. Angel turned his face to avoid the touch and he grabbed Val’s wrists in his hands.
He had a third set of hands. He was a spider, afterall. He had more hands than Valentino, but he learned to fight the impulse to use his hidden last pair of arms to fight back. There were times when Valentino got too rough, or times when Valentino left him tied down to the bed and his hidden arms were the only appendage free and unharmed enough to help himself out. Deep down Angel Dust knew that there was no escape from this.
He turned his head to hide his face from Valentino as fresh tears rolled down his cheek into the large hand stroking along his jawline. He felt the changing rhythm, he heard the changing pitch of his breath, He knew Valentino was closer and closer to finishing and then this would be done, but Valentino will have succeeded in taking what he wanted from his body once again.
“You make me cum hard, baby. The best fuck hole in all of hell, and it’s all mine.” Valentino’s hips pumped forward and squeezed Angel’s hips with such force it made him whine and groan. His cock throbbed deep inside of him and Angel couldn’t help but reflexively squeeze as it made his tender skin ache.
These words were enough to finally break Angel down to cry. The elevator was quiet except for the sound of his helpless sobbing then a crackly voice spoke through the speakers, “Why did the elevator stop? Did you break it?”
“Vox, baby… who knows?” Valentino chuckled as he slid his cock free from Angel’s body and dropped him to the ground. “The buttons are broken.” He said in a pouty and almost helpless tone. Then he turned to the camera in the elevator and grinned, “Enjoying the show?”
“Whatever.” Vox’s annoyance was evident in his tone. “At least you had something to entertain you stuck in there with you.” Angel turned away from the camera as he pulled his skirt down to cover the curve of his rear and the glistening slick between his cheeks.
Valentino leaned down and whispered into Angel’s ear, “You're going to be happy to hear what I'm getting out of your body. Because if I wasn't getting something good out of you, our conversations would be much worse for you.”
Angel shivered and wiped his eyes with the back of his gloved hand, “Yes, Val.”