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The white room was glowing with an iridescent light.
Alastor opened his eyes and stared at the white ceiling, where colors danced around it. He quickly sat up, and his vision blurred for a split second before clearing. The room he was in was unfamiliar, and he had no idea how he got here. He could remember being in the entertainment district, sharing a drink with his silly picture box before everything went dark and the world around him shifted.
It couldn’t be that his drink was spiked, right? Poisons and drugs didn’t work on him, as far as he was aware.
Alastor looked around him, and to his surprise, Vincent was lying down unconscious, not too far from him. He crawled over and lightly tapped Vincent’s screen to try to get him to wake up.
“Vincent, wake up. We don’t have time for you to take a nap.” Alastor tapped the screen harder until it came to life, and colorful lines appeared. “There you go, good boy.”
“Where the fuck am I?”
Alastor’s eyes widened at the unfamiliar voice, and he quickly spun his head to find the source. He had been so preoccupied with trying to wake Vincent that he forgot to check whether there was anyone else in the room. To his surprise, what he saw was another demon with a TV for a head, or at least that’s what he thought it was. The TV was far too thin and wide, completely different from what Alastor was used to seeing.
Vox was holding his head with one of his hands as his screen glitched for a second. He looked around, and then his eyes landed on the only other color in the white room. He saw red, and a grin spread across his face.
“I should have known you had something to do with this,” Vox said with a chuckle. “What? Trying to start a fight after I took over your shitty part of town?”
“Who are you?” Alastor frowned, not knowing what the demon in front of him was talking about. Just then, the body next to him moved.
Vincent held his head with both hands as he sat up. He groaned and blinked a few times, his screen clearing out the static cluttering it. “Al? What the hell happened?”
“I’m as lost as you are, pal.” Alastor got to his feet and summoned his staff just as Vincent did the same and stood next to him.
“What the fuck is that loser doing here?” Vox hissed and pointed towards Vincent while looking at Alastor.
“Excuse you?” Vincent glared at the other demon and took a step forward as if to block Alastor from his stare. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m you, you fucking idiot!” Vox grinned and took a step forward to keep pace with Vincent. “Except I’m not an antique like you. I’m you from the future, obviously.”
Vincent frowned and looked at Vox up and down before looking back at Alastor. “I hope he’s lying.”
“Me too.” Alastor giggled and lightly tapped Vincent’s head. “I like you better with this square head.”
“Would you two get a room? Fucking gross.”
The third voice that joined in came from the corner of the room. Alastor turned his head towards the source, and a third TV head man was sitting on a chair, one leg over the other, watching them. He looked like the other demon, with his head a flat, wide TV, but the difference was that his screen was completely black, making his red and cyan features more prominent. He looked like a darker version of the other, with a permanent grin that reminded Alastor so much of his own.
“Another one?” Vincent asked, exasperated, and rolled his eyes. “I’m guessing you are another future me?”
“Could be, who knows.” Pilot shrugged, his grin widening. “Does it matter when we're all stuck in the same situation? Shouldn’t we try to get along?”
Alastor didn’t like this one. He narrowed his eyes and kept eye contact with Pilot before glancing away. He felt different, darker. While the other wide TV head demon had obvious animosity towards him, this other one was trying to hide it, but Alastor could feel it in his stare. He could feel the blood lust drowning every other emotion.
“So why in the hell are there three of us and only one of you?” Vox asked, pointing towards Alastor.
“Oh, believe me, it is not as if I would want to be here,” Alastor said with a laugh. “I would like to get out of his situation as soon as possible. I do have a radio show to host tonight.”
“I don’t see any doors.” Vincent looked around, and a couple of wires crawled out from within his back to stab the floor underneath him. “I also can’t feel any other connections to this room, at least not electric-wise.”
“No shit, Sherlock. Obviously, this place isn’t normal. How the hell else could you explain there being three of us?” Vox said and waved one of his hands dismissively as if Vincent were too stupid.
“At least he’s trying to figure out a way out, unlike some other garbage.” Alastor narrowed his eyes, and his grip on his staff tightened. “Or is standing around going to help?”
Vox’s screen glitched, and static hissed. “I don’t have to do anything to help you. I’m not a fucking dog like the loser that follows you as if he’s on a leash.”
“I’m not his dog! We are partners, you jackass!” Vincent replied with a static-filled voice, similar to Vox’s.
“...What?” Vox’s screen glitched again, but this time it switched to black-and-white. “What did you just say?”
The room flashed red for a second, then turned blue as letters that looked like computer holograms appeared on the ceiling.
‘If you wish to get out, then you must fuck <3!’
The text flashed on the ceiling a few times before disappearing and turning the room white again.
The silence that followed was awkward.
Alastor was still looking at the ceiling as if what he had seen was a lie. He only had a second to recover his bearings before he felt static in the air around him, and he quickly melted into the shadows as electricity came crashing down on the spot where he had been standing only a second ago.
Pilot’s grin was so wide, it didn’t even fit on his screen. He looked around, quickly finding the shadow that was slithering around the room before wires shot out from his back to grip it and pull Alastor out as he dragged him across the floor.
“Where do you think you are going!” Pilot shouted with blood dripping from the corner of his screen. “Didn’t you read the text? We all want to get out, right? So take one for the team, red.”
“Let go of him!”
Pilot hardly had time to register what was going on before a blast of electricity hit him on the side of the head. He flew into one of the walls, and his wires let go of Alastor.
Alastor wasted no time in melting into the shadows again just to appear next to Vincent.
Vincent’s screen was glitching to black and white, his glare staring at the demon that was slowly getting up after being blasted by him. He was about to charge another attack when a flash of blue teleported behind him, and Vox appeared just to grip Alastor’s throat and send a wave of electricity through his body.
“Al!” Vincent shouted. He turned around and used his wires to grip Vox’s torso and pull him back towards him. He then gripped Vox’s wrist and forced him to let go just as he moved one of his arms around Alastor to pull him back with him.
The other two were aiming for Alastor one after the other.
Alastor quickly recovered from being electrocuted, and his eyes turned black and red. He summoned his tantacles, which appeared from within the shadows, and aimed at the other two. “You wrechet maggots!”
Alastor’s small minions started to crawl out from within his shadow and attacked the other two, clinging to them and biting their arms and legs, while Alastor rushed forward, and one of his back tentacles smacked Vox across the head to send him flying against the floor. He used one of his claws to stab Vox’s back, his fingers gripping wires and pulling them out before Vox turned into pure electricity and teleported away.
Pilot watched the two fighting and then glanced at Vincent. A new grin spread across his screen as he turned into electricity and crawled all across the floor before aiming for Vincent. He reappeared right on top of Vincent and slammed his body down against the ground before gripping his nape to pin him down with a loud bang.
Vincent’s screen glitched right away, and his wires shot out to try to stab and grip the body on top of him.
“Don’t struggle too much. I know how much you can handle. Outdated tech like you and him truly don’t stand a chance against the future.” Pilot’s cyan claws started glowing, and then he stabbed the back of Vincent’s head as a high voltage charge left his hand.
Vincent screamed, his voice turning robotic and glitching as his screen kept switching between static and colorful bars. The electric charge was making his body go into a spasm that had him twitching and turning underneath Pilot until his screen went dark and smoke started to come from his head.
Alastor’s ears twitched and then went stiff when he heard the scream behind him. He turned his head just in time to see Vincent’s screen turn black with smoke coming from it. He growled, and his antlers grew on top of his head as he quickly used his tentacles to launch himself against Pilot, but before his claws could reach him, a new pair of wires gripped his chest and threw him against the ground.
Vox glared at Alastor as he stood up with a few ripped cables hanging from his back. He used his wires to lift up Alastor before slamming him down against the ground again. “You fucking bitch.”
Pilot took this chance and zapped right on top of Alastor. He pinned him down with one of his claws on the back of his head and the other on his waist. “Try not to bite your tongue off.” He grinned, and then his claws glowed cyan again before an electric charge went through Alastor’s body.
Alastor’s smile strained against his face, and his wide eyes trembled as the electric current spread through his body and stiffened his muscles. He gritted his teeth and was about to force himself to summon a tentacle when another pair of hands gripped his ears, and then another charge went off. Alastor’s eyes rolled back behind his lids, as saliva started to drip from the corner of his mouth. Vox was sending a new charge through his body. Alastor couldn’t handle the two of them, not when the two were obviously pretty strong.
Static filled Alastor’s throat, and blood dripped from his nose, then it stopped.
Alastor dropped his head against the floor as his body started convulsing from the after shock. He couldn’t control his muscles, they kept twitching and jerking on their own. He curled up with his ears leaning down against his hair while his cloudy eyes tried to see through the fog in front of him. He was breathing heavily through his nose, with his eyes staring at Vincent’s body, not far from him.
“Aw, worried about your little friend?” Pilot said as he reached down to grip Alastor’s ears and lift his head. “You should be more worried about yourself, red. After all, I don’t think either one of us cares to fuck him up like we are going to do you.”
“Fuck off, that bitch is mine.” Vox’s claws started glowing again, and his wires moved around him as he stared down at Pilot.
Pilot sighed and rolled his eyes. “I’ll let you fuck him first, shouldn’t that be enough?”
“I have questions to ask him, too, like why the fuck you picked that loser over there!” Vox’s screen glitched, and he stared down at Alastor before reaching down to grip his throat and lift his body off the ground until Alastor was kneeling. “What’s so good about him, uh?”
“Jealousy looks good on us,” Pilot said with a grin, and his sharp claws slowly started to rip off the buttons of Alastor’s coat. “You can question him all you want after I’m done filling his asshole with my cum.”
“You sound desperate.” Vox sneered.
“I haven’t fucked him in a while, so I kinda got blue balls right now. I can’t help it.” Pilot laughed, and he gripped Alastor’s waist to pull him back against his chest. He could feel his body twitching still, but he ignored it and instead tugged on Alastor’s coat until he was able to get it off.
“Come on, he looks so good. Don’t ruin the vibe with your bullshit feelings.”
Alastor leaned his head away from Pilot, his trembling hands trying to claw at the arm around his waist as another hand worked the buttons of his shirt. He arched away, his twitching body hardly listening to him as his stiff muscles made it hard to move. He hissed with static in his voice and leaned forward, in an attempt to get away from Pilot, just for the same hand to pull him back against the firm chest.
“Fine, but I’ll be fucking him first.”
Alastor shuddered as anxiety started to fill his stomach. He tried to pull away once more, but a hand gripped his ears again and lightly shook his head from one side to the other until his vision became blurry.
“Hold still,” Pilot said and pulled him back against his chest by his ears. He used one sharp finger to rip the front of Alastor’s shirt open, then gripped the fabric and yanked it off of him. “There, much better.”
“What is this?” Vox grinned and held Alastor’s wrists with one of his hands as he forced him to expose his chest. “Oh, this is fucking lewd, you've been hiding these this whole time?”
Alastor could feel his face warming up in shame as a dark blush spread across his cheeks and nose. Vox was openly staring at his chest with no shame at all, his eyes not looking away from the inverted nipples that made the soft nubs on his chest look plump and round.
“You didn’t know? Have you never fucked him before?” Pilot asked with a confused look.
“Of course I haven’t, he’s too much of an uptight bitch.”
“Oh, I guess we are different, uh?” Pilot laughed, his voice filled with malice. “I just never asked. Wait until you see his ass, it is fucking nice.”
Alastor shuddered as Pilot laughed next to his ear and his hands slowly reached down for his slacks. Alastor was able to regain some control in his muscles, and that was all he needed to summon a tentacle to shove Pilot away just as his shadow gripped Alastor’s waist and tried to pull him into the shadows.
Alastor wasn’t fast enough. Vox reached out to him, gripped his hair before yanking him out again.
“Oh, no, you aren’t gonna be doing that.” Vox grinned and dragged Alastor across the floor by his hair, his hold growing tight as the other struggled and kicked his legs. “You’re going to be nice and behave, right?”
“Yeah, Al, be nice, or maybe you wouldn’t mind seeing him beheaded?” Pilot teleported ahead of the two, and his wires reached out for Vincent to pick him up and tie him up around one of the chairs in the room. He moved his wires around his torso, then wrapped one last wire around his neck. “It wouldn’t be hard. He’s an old model. Who knows if he can handle it?”
Alastor stared at Vincent’s black screen, his eyes moving from his head hanging loosely to the side to the wire that was digging against the flesh of his neck. He glared at the two other demons, his shadows becoming hectic as the tentacles struggled to restrain themselves. Then Alastor glanced away, his ears twitching down with resignation written all over his face. He didn’t say anything, but he stopped kicking his legs, and his shadows melted into nothing.
Vox started laughing, his tone cynical as he pulled Alastor close to his face by his hair. “Relationships do make you weak, uh? No wonder you avoid them like the plague.”
“This one is so soft, it is almost cute,” Pilot said with fake pity in his tone as he walked around Alastor and dropped on his knees between Alastor’s legs. He gripped the hem of Alastor’s pants, and with his sharp claws, he ripped the fabric and yanked it off hard enough that Alastor’s shoes came off as well.
Alastor could only let out a soft noise as he was easily manhandled to lean back against Pilot’s chest, while a pair of claws gripped the back of his knees and spread his legs, pulling them against his chest. He was fully exposed now, and the shame burning in the pit of his stomach was starting to bubble as static noises left his throat. He glared at the floor with seething resentment.
“Ah, nice,” Vox said, as Alastor felt his stare all over his body. “Nice and trimmed, even shaved, wow. I guess you do like to spoil that worthless trash, or are you just going along with what he likes?”
Alastor refused to answer. They told him to behave, but he was never told he needed to take part in this sick game.
“It is a nice slit too, what? Hahaha, how often do you get fucked by him? And here I thought your ass would be unused, damn, what a shame.”
“I told you that his ass was nice.” Pilot grinned, and his eyes looked around the room as one of his wires searched through the drawers and cabinets. The room was made for fucking, right? It had to have some tools they could use. “Nice, found what we need.”
Vox glanced to the side as a wire brought him a bottle of lube and dumped it on his hands. “What kind of fucked up place is this? It is starting to remind me of one of Val’s porn sets.”
“There’s also gags and toys.” Pilot added with a laugh.
“I don’t need none of that shit, the only thing I’m going to be pounding him with is my dick.”
“Finally get to claim the hole you've been jerking off for seventy years, uh?”
“Shut up!” Vox glared at Pilot and then popped open the bottle of lube before squeezing it on top of Alastor’s ass. He rolled his wrists, and the sharp claws turned round and smooth before he pushed two fingers inside the tight heat that quickly tightened around him.
Alastor arched against Pilot, his body squirming around as the two fingers pushed inside of him in one go. He felt his assring stinging and pulsating in pain at the sudden intrusion. He was used to being stretched with one finger at a time.
The two fingers were roughly scissoring Alastor’s insides, spreading out and pulling against his asshole before they starting thrusting inside his hole. Vincent’s fingers were just as long as these ones, so the feeling was familiar, and yet it had never felt this alien before. He hated it.
“Don’t make a sour face,” Pilot said with a grin, and his hands moved from Alastor’s legs to his stomach before letting one hand grip the base of Alastor’s cock to wrap his fingers around it as he slowly started to pump his dick to life. “Come on, I wanna see you squirt while you get fucked too.”
“Fuck off,” Alastor hissed with static in his voice.
Alastor gritted his teeth, his glare on the floor as he avoided looking at what they were doing. He could feel Pilot’s hands pulling and stroking his cock until the sensitive skin started tingling and then Vox’s fingers were skilfully thrusting in and out of his wet hole. The two digits were now spreading out his assring, leaving it stretched enough so it would stay open even without the fingers inside. Alastor could tell how easily he was being prepped. Shame filled him again, washing his anger and turning it into nothing but humiliation that was festering on his skin.
Alastor's attention was brought back to Vox when a wet and large tongue moved over his chest to rub against his nipples. He turned his eyes towards the offender and met eyes with Vox as he grinned at him, and his sharp teeth closed around one of his nipples to bite and pull on it. Alastor shuddered, and his back arched while his body fought the urge to twist away and turn the other way. He was so tempted, but then Pilot gripped his jaw, holding him in place and forcing him to watch.
“Come on, red. It isn’t even that bad, you’ll love it when you get used to it,” Pilot said with a chuckle and ran his tongue over one of his ears to whisper. “I’ll know, I already got you domesticated back home.”
Alastor couldn’t stop himself, and he turned his head away from Pilot just for the hand on his jaw to grow tighter and pull him closer. He winced as sharp fingers dug against the flesh of his cheeks, threatening to break the fragile skin and making him bleed.
“I do miss you being this stubborn tho.” Pilot grinned, his eyes smiling with him as his thumb moved over the tip of Alastor’s cock to roughly rub against the slit there before digging the tip of his claw against it.
Alastor shuddered, his eyes widening as his body shrank against the floor to try to get away from Pilot’s hands, just as Vox bit harder on his nipple and pulled on it until the puffy flesh started twitching and hardening. Alastor couldn’t help the strangled sound that left his throat, his body panicking, not knowing what to keep up with when everything was happening at once and so quickly.
He was overwhelmed.
Alastor didn’t know what to do anymore as panic and realization started to dawn on him. He could still fight. He still could. The idea was more appealing by the second as his wide eyes started to tremble. The two fingers inside of him were pulling on his asshole, stretching the tight ring of muscles enough that he could feel his insides pulsating. It was so familiar but so dreadfully disgusting at the moment.
A hand pulled on Alastor’s other nipple, pinching it and squeezing it until pain spiked through his system and shook him awake.
Alastor growled, his antlers growing as he opened his mouth and got ready to bite off the distracted Vox’s throat, but then a finger was being waved in front of him. Pilot was grinning at him as always, and his fingers gripped his chi to turn it towards the demon sitting on the white chair not far from them.
Alastor’s body went stiff, and his lips squeezed into a tight smile. Pilot’s wires were gripping one of Vincent’s arms, lifting it in the air before pulling on it until Alastor was able to see the fabric of Vincent’s shirt slowly ripping. He was going to dismember him, and he was going to start with one arm at a time.
“Let’s play nice, okay?” Pilot said with a condescending tone and kissed the side of his face. “I don’t wanna spoil the fun for later.”
Alastor tilted his head away, static brewing in his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut when Vox pinched his nipple again and this time pulled on it hard enough to make the skin burn. He let go soon after, and his two fingers spread out the soft, puffy skin to allow the hard nipple to peak just as the tips of his fingers pulled on it and made it pop from its hidden spot. Vox’s mouth let go of his other nipple then and did the exact same with it until the hard nub was showing.
“You look like such a fucking lewd, slut right now. If it were me, I would have had you pierce these two long ago. But I doubt that waste of air even knows how to handle a high-end bitch like you.” Vox grinned and leaned back to stare at the two hard nipples that were lightly swollen and hard against the flesh around them. “So good, might even be fucking perfect.”
“Move him to the table,” Pilot said and interrupted Vox’s musing. He was already getting up and only waited for Vox to grip Alastor’s legs before the two carried him to the white table in the middle of the room. “Perfect height, I knew it.”
Alastor wasn’t sure what Pilot was talking about until his face was grabbed and pulled toward the edge of the table, with his neck awkwardly digging against the corner. Alastor’s head hung out from the table and came at perfect eye level with Pilot’s groin. He sneered and quickly turned his head away, but that didn’t stop him from hearing as a zipper was undone along with a belt buckle.
Alastor grimaced, and his knees rubbed together as his body involuntarily curled up as Pilot freed his cock and slowly rubbed it against the side of Alastor’s face and ears.
“Always with the sour faces, I love them.” Pilot gripped the base of his cock and slowly started to thrust his hips against Alastor’s face until the tip was poking around his mouth. “Open up.”
“Here too,” Vox chimed in with a wide grin, and his hands gripped Alastor’s knees to spread them out. “You’re loose enough already, not like you needed it with this fucking cock craving cunt.”
“I’m sure your attention-loving ass is going to thoroughly enjoy this.” Pilot snickered and pushed two of his fingers inside Alastor’s mouth to pry it open just enough to slide his cock inside the wet mouth that was surrounded by sharp teeth. “You bite, and I’ll rip that fucker to shreds, and then fuck you with his dismembered fist.”
Alastor gagged around the large erection that pushed inside his mouth. It filled him right away, making his lips stretch around it while the head slid down his throat and made his eyes watery. The pressure on his throat was already overwhelming him enough, so when he felt something wet pressing against his asshole, he couldn’t help but shake his head. It was too much. It was too overstimulating. Alastor choked, and saliva dripped down his chin as Vox thrust his cock inside his hole and filled him to the point that he could feel the familiar bulge against his stomach.
“Still so damn tight.” Vox hissed and gripped Alastor’s waist with one hand while the other clawed at the table. “You’re squeezing so good, so fucking good. So perfect. I’m going to pound you so fucking good until your hole is craving my cum.”
Alastor took a deep breath through his nose and gurgled against the saliva in his mouth as it dropped down his face. He was trying to keep his jaw as slack as possible, but then Pilot was moving closer, pushing his cock further down his throat until Alastor’s nose was buried against Pilot’s balls and his vision was blocked by his thighs.
Alastor could hardly breathe, and then Vox started thrusting inside of him, pushing his body forward and deeper against Pilot’s cock. Alastor’s eyes widened, and he started to struggle. He pushed on Pilot’s waist, trying to get him to pull back, but instead of being given some grace, a hand pushed down against his throat and then squeezed. The sudden contraction made Alastor’s body go stiff as his airway was completely blocked. He couldn’t breathe anymore. He just couldn’t. He was suffocating.
Alastor gripped Pilot’s shirt, shredding the fabric as he tried to push him away, just for the hand on his throat to squeeze harder until all he could feel was the fat cock gagging him and filling his throat. Static filled the room, and tears spilled from his eyes due to the lack of air. His vision was becoming blurry, and his asshole was tightening around the cock inside of him. Alastor could feel his limbs and body slowly losing strength until his fingers were hardly able to grip Pilot’s shirt.
The dick filling his mouth was then pulled out, and Alastor choked with his own saliva. He quickly turned his head, his lungs filling with the saliva mixed with cum as he tried to breathe too quickly, too desperately. He coughed and wheezed, his vision blurry. His face was a mess, wet with saiva and tears that clung to his skin. Pilot was slowly rubbing his cock against his face, making it worse as it dripped with his drool.
“A-assh-” Before Alastor could finish his insult, the same member was being shoved down his throat again, and all he could do was twitch as the base pressed firmly against his lips. The smell of semen was starting to burn his nose as he felt precum dripping down his throat while his nose was buried against Vox’s testicles.
Alastor groaned, and his eyes rolled behind his heavy lids. A pair of hands reached out for his wrists and pulled them away from Pilot. Vox was gripping his hands now, using them to pull Alastor’s body down against his cock as he started to thrust faster inside of him until the table underneath him shook against the erratic movements. Vox’s dick was pulling almost all the way out until only his head was stretching out Alastor’s asshole before thrusting back inside as his length pressed and rubbed against Alastor’s prostate with every single movement.
Alastor was drowning. The lack of oxygen and the constant stimulation were causing his body to go into a spasm, with his hooves curling up against themselves. He couldn’t control himself as his insides pulsated and waves of pleasure and shame spread through his body. He hated it. He wanted to block it all out, but it also felt so familiar from the many times he had done this with Vincent. It was so shameful that he couldn’t even stop his body from reacting to the familiar feeling the other two were giving him.
“Come on, I know you’re dying to squirt already.” Pilot grinned and reached out to rub Alastor’s cock with the palm of his hand against his stomach. “I’ll make it better for you. I know what you like.”
Alastor arched his back, his legs kicking again as Pilot pushed his other hand down against his throat. He wrapped his fingers around it this time, squeezing harder and making the windpipe hug his dick until it was bulging up against Alastor’s throat just like the other cock was in his belly.
Alastor couldn’t breathe again, and his body stiffened in shock. He couldn’t see through the tears spilling from his eyes but he could feel everything that was happening to him. He was turning into a bundle of nerves that could do nothing but feel what was being done to him. Vox was filling him so much, stretching him and fucking him so well that his asshole was twitching for more and sucking him in until he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t breathe, and yet, his mind was in such a high state that he didn’t even care. The pleasure being forced through his senses was sending his brain to the clouds, making it impossible for him to do anything but feel and crave.
Alastor arched against the table and came with Pilot’s cock muffling all his nosies. He spilled his seed against the hand, roughly stroking his dick, and then his mouth was being filled as well. He gagged as cum filled his throat, and the cock inside his mouth roughly fucked his face until Pilot was able to ride off the rest of his orgasm. He only pulled out once he was satisfied, with saliva and cum clinging to his dick while the rest spilled from Alastor’s mouth and onto his nose and cheeks.
Pilot gripped Alastor’s ears and lifted his head so it wasn’t hanging from the corner of the table anymore, and Vox could get a good view.
Alastor could do nothing as he coughed, and more saliva covered his chin and lips with cum bubbles popping on the corner of his mouth from the sudden air leaving his mouth. He could hardly keep his eyes open as Vox started to viciously pound inside of him, making him whimper as his body trembled from the after shock of his release.
Vox gripped Alastor’s waist and pulled him closer as he finally came inside of him and filled his insides with his cum. He was brutally thrusting inside of him, making each thrust harder and fuller until Alastor let out a soft noise and cum dripped down his chin.
“F-fuck, that’s the best fuck I’ve ever had, fuck,” Vox said, and his claws scratched at Alastor’s waist without breaking the skin. “I should’ve fucked you sooner, so much sooner. I should have bent you over and made you my bitch as soon as I fucking laid eyes on you. I shouldn’t have waited this long.”
“He is the best fuck for us, uh?” Pilot grinned, and his wires moved around Alastor to pick him up as he sat on the table with a grin. “My turn, yeah?”
“U-uh?” Alastor tilted his head with one of his eyes wide while the other struggled to remain open. He stared at Pilot in confusion. “What?”
“Oh, you didn’t think it would be that easy, right?” Pilot snickered, and the wires yanked Alastor to his knees on the table until he was straddling Pilot with his ass firmly pressing against the already growing erection. “It’s my turn, babe.”
Alastor shook his head, but the wires on his body quickly wrapped around his torso, firmly tying his arms behind his back while the rest tied his legs against the table to keep him from moving. A final wire wrapped around his neck, and Pilot yanked on it with a grin.
“Might as well enjoy this as much as you can.” Pilot chuckled and then used his free hand to guide his already hard dick against Alastor’s opening until the head was pushing against the wet hole that was filled with cum. He pulled down Alastor against his member, making him sit on it until Alastor’s ass was firmly pressing against Pilot’s thighs.
“Fucking amazing red. Truly, you were made for taking my cock,” Pilot kept talking and yanked on the wire around Alastor’s throat. “Born for me to bend over and claim until you learn who the fuck owns you.”
“Make room, I wanna fuck his throat next,” Vox said and pulled on the wires, keeping Alastor’s arms tied behind his back.
“That’s booooring!” Pilot said with a grin, and then his hands reached behind Alastor to spread him open and fully expose his asshole as it was taking Pilot’s cock. “How about wrecking his hole even further?”
Vox didn’t say anything for a second, but then a grin spread across his face, and he took a step closer. “Can he take it?”
“Who cares if he can, as long as we make him?”
Alastor shuddered and glanced back as he felt something probing against his assring. Vox’s fingers were slowly trying to push inside him and against Pilot’s cock. He shook his head and tried to open his mouth to say something, but wires quickly shut him up and tied themselves against the wires on his back, forcing Alastor’s head to remain tilted back and staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t see what the other two were doing anymore.
The feeling of something cold dripping against his hole told him that Vox was using more lube. Alastor squirmed, noises leaving his throat as Vox’s middle finger slowly pushed against his asshole and slipped inside against Pilot’s dick. The fit was so tight, and yet he was already pulling on his assring to try to stretch it even further. Alastor struggled, wriggling on top of Pilot’s lap, before a hand gripped his waist and started to force him to ride the cock keeping him full.
“Hey, guess what?” Pilot said, his voice sounding far too amused. “Your little boytoy is awake now.”
The sound of a chair being dragged across the floor echoed in the room. Alastor was hardly able to turn his head enough to see Vincent. He was still tied to the chair, but his screen was booting up, static filling it, before his face became clear. He blinked slowly. Half of Vincent’s screen was cracked, leaving black and white static showing on the corner, while the rest of his face was normal.
Vincent looked around, obviously lost, before his eyes landed on the scene in front of him, and his body froze while his eyes went wide. His screen glitched right away, turning completely black as a pair of white eyes stared ahead, their pupils trembling.
“Took you long enough to wake up,” Pilot said with a laugh. “I thought you were going to miss out on watching the best part.”
Alastor gasped as a second finger pushed inside his opening, and then a third one quickly slipped in. The three digits pulled on his assring and stretched him out, making his hole twitch around the cock filling him while cum started to drip from his asshole from Vox’s previous release.
“Get the fuck off him!” Vincent’s voice was glitching and full of static. The usual round, soft features had become sharp and spiky, revealing his true demonic face.
“Ah, chill out, you’re going to smoke your circuits.” Pilot grinned as his hands forced Alastor to bounce faster against his cock. He kept staring at Vincent the whole time, not looking away from him as he filled Alastor’s hole with his cock. “You're pretty fried and out of commission, buddy, so just enjoy the show.”
“Plus, you both obviously do some freaky shit. This bitch is getting stretched easily.” Vox added as he pushed his three fingers inside Alastor’s hole as much as he could before hooking them against his assring and pulling enough to stretch the opening.
Alastor groaned and tried to move his head but the wires around his mouth and throat kept him from doing so. He could only glance at Vincent from the corner of his eye before his body tensed up at the distressed look on his picture box. He was staring at him with trembling, wide eyes, so stressed that his screen was filled with fuzzy static, making his features almost indistinguishable.
“I would relax if I were you, Al.”
Vox’s voice was next to Alastor’s ear. He wasn’t sure why he was being told this until he felt something warm, soft, but wide pressing against his asshole. Alastor knew what was coming, and he quickly forced his body to relax, as his mind drifted off to the shadows that turned his body into nothingness in an attempt to loosen his body enough for what was about to come.
Alastor gritted his teeth together into a tight smile as Vox pushed inside of him, spreading his hole even further until his insides were pulsating non-stop and burning. It didn’t hurt, but everything felt too warm, too hot. It was too tight. It was somuch. He twitched, his eyes rolling back as his hole slowly started to pull in the two cocks that were fucking him. The tight feeling had him squirming, his sensitive hole quickly melting as the wide intrusion send involuntary waves of pleasure through his body that made his ears press flat against his hair.
“There you go, a tight fit, isn’t it?” Pilot said with a grin, and the wires around Alastor’s mouth let go of him.
Alastor’s body fell backwards against Vox’s chest. He didn’t have the strength to support himself, his legs were trembling, and the two cocks pushing inside of him made him unable to move at all. He was panting, his face red with a dark blush, as his eyes stared down at the large bulge on his stomach.
Alastor glanced over at Vincent, his tired eyes looking at him, before a pair of hands gripped his waist again, and the two other demons started to fuck him together. Alastor hissed, and it was filled with static, his eyes kept swapping from red to black until one of them stayed black permanently, and his radio dials showed and twitched. There was dry cum now clinging to his face and lashes. Everything was slowly starting to overwhelm him, and then the two dicks pushed further inside, and his mind went blank.
The white noise that filled Alastor’s ears was something only he could hear. The dark spots filling his vision had his eyes rolling behind his lids as a wave of pleasure spread through his body to the point that he felt his insides aching for more. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all. He hated this so much, and yet he could feel his insides melting in pleasure to the point that he couldn’t think straight anymore.
The intrusion continued. It was rough and quick. The two bodies holding him down were taking turns pulling him and pushing him until his vision was so blurry he couldn’t see Vincent anymore. He could feel himself drooling, the last remains of cum dripping down against his chin.
“Oh, he’s high as fuck.”
“That’s what happens when you fuck his tight cunt this well.”
“Ever had that happen with you, little guy…uh? Oh fuck, he’s crying! That’s fucking hilarious!”
“I would cry too if my bitch was getting fucked right in front of me and was drooling over it.”
Alastor could hear the voices around him, but his mind kept drifting off to the point that he wasn’t sure if he was awake or not anymore. He was panting, his breathing in short gasps, before his body was squished in between the two other demons as the two filled him up and came inside his hole. The thrusts became desperate and clingy as Vox and Pilot both rode off what was left of their release until the two were buried deep inside Alastor’s hole, filling him to the point that his vision went dark with spots again.
Vox slid his hands behind Alastor’s knees and lifted his body. Pilot’s cock slipped out while Vox’s remained inside as Alastor was easily picked up and carried over to where Vincent was sitting down.
“Here, enjoy. I’m sure it’s gonna be a sight.” Vox grinned and then lifted Alastor’s body even further, allowing his dick to slide out to reveal Alastor’s stretched-out hole as cum quickly squirted out and splashed against Vincent’s chest.
Alastor tilted his head back against Vox’s shoulder, his wide eyes staring at the ceiling as another wave of pleasure spiked his nerves and made him shudder. He could feel how stretched his hole was, how it was gaping open with cum dripping down as his insides twitched and tried to close just to remain open.
“Oh, wait, what is this?” Pilot had joined in and was standing next to the two with a grin. “The little freak is hard.”
“No way!” Vox laughed and slowly lowered Alastor’s body so he could see. “This just keeps getting better! See that, Al? Your little boyfriend was getting off on watching you get fucked by us.”
“I mean, at the end of the day. He is us.” Pilot grinned and loomed over Vincent. “Want us to give you a hand?”
“Fuck off!” Vincent yelled and glared at Pilot with so much animosity that his screen was glitching.
“Why are you mad at us? We aren’t the ones popping a boner while our bitch is getting fucked by two other dudes.” Pilot shrugged, and then one of his wires moved around Vincent’s waist to slowly undo his zipper. “Come on, sharing a hole with us isn’t so bad. We are all technically the same.”
“No shame in getting sloppy seconds. He’s all stretched out and ready for you.” Vox grinned, and his hands shifted to slide one finger from each hand inside Alastor’s hole before stretching it open even wider. Another load of cum slid down his hole and dripped on top of Vincent’s pants just as the wire finished undoing his pants before pulling them down along with his underwear.
Vox stared.
Pilot stared and tilted his head.
“Well, the bulge was kinda big, even for us. Now it makes sense,” Pilot finally said, and his eyes examined the two cocks attached to Vincent.
“No wonder he was easy to stretch, and his hole looked like a damn slit. He’s been taking two this whole time.” Vox huffed and glared at Vincent. “Why the fuck do you have two?”
“The fuck would I know! You assholes, that’s just how I am!” Vincent glared at the two and tried to pull his vest over his erections to try to preserve some sort of dignity. A wire quickly stopped him and tied his hands against his body to keep him from being able to do anything.
“Well, good thing he’s stretched enough then,” Pilot said with a wide grin and lightly smacked Vincent’s head. “Enjoy the ride.”
“No wait, I…I don’t want that, no.” Vincent shook his head and squirmed against the wires keeping his body bound to the chair.
“Man, you sure are pathetic. I can’t believe we used to be like this.” Vox rolled his eyes, and his hands slowly lowered Alastor over Vincent’s lap. He was holding Alastor just above Vincent’s erection, letting the rest of their cum drip on top of the two smooth dicks.
“Mh, memory lane isn’t my forte.” Pilot shrugged and leaned his elbow on top of Vincent’s head. “Don’t worry, I’m sure Alastor will enjoy it.”
“He doesn’t like stuff like this, shut up!” Vincent’s voice glitched as he shouted.
“Well, there is always room for improvement, right?” Vox said with a grin and used one of his wires to grip the base of Vincent’s cocks before he slowly lowered Alastor’s body on top of them until the two were pushing inside the twitching, wet hole. He let go of Alastor’s legs then, letting him sit on top of Vincent’s lap.
Alastor weakly held himself together before he just couldn’t hold on anymore. He leaned against Vincent, and his head quickly buried itself against Vincent’s neck and shoulder. He was so full again, and his insides were starting to sting again, waking up the spikes of pleasure that were making it hard to think. Alastor tried to move, his body leaning back, before something heavy pushed against his lower back and forced his hips down on top of Vincent’s cocks until they were pushing inside Alastor all the way down to the base.
Vox grinned as his foot pushed down on Alastor’s back, forcing him to sit flat against Vincent’s lap and take in the two cocks to the very root, including the swollen base that was bigger than the rest.
“There you go, now you’re properly fucking him.”
“Hey, I wanna try something,” Pilot said, walking around Vox and nudging him to the side. “I haven’t fucked him when he’s this full. I want to test it.”
“...You have issues, dude.” Vox glanced at Pilot and walked around Vincent to stand next to Alastor’s head. “I guess that leaves one more hole.”
“Stay the f-fuck away!” Vincent said and shuddered as Alastor tightened around his cocks when a finger tried to push itself against his assring. “H-he’s too full, he can’t take anymore.”
“Nah, he can,” Pilot said and pushed his finger further in before letting it hook against the ring of muscles to pull on it. “We are demons. We can be very resilient.”
Alastor groaned and leaned his body against Vincent, his frame basically clinging to him as his hands gripped his shirt. He was about to hide his face against Vincent’s neck when a hand gripped his ears and turned his head around. Alastor hardly had time to register what was happening when two fingers were prying his mouth open, and Vox’s cock was pushing inside his mouth. He struggled, shaking his head and trying to turn away, but the hand gripping his ears pulled harder, until it was painful for him to move.
“You sucked that guy’s dick, so now it’s my turn.” Vox pulled on Alastor’s ears and forced him to fuck his mouth against his cock. Vox wasn’t satisfied until he could feel the head of his dick sliding down the back of Alastor’s throat. He groaned and pulled Alastor’s face closer, forcing him to swallow his whole member until his lips were firmly pressing against the pubic hair on the base of his cock.
Alastor weakly gripped Vincent’s vest, his body was far too worn out and tired for this. He was hardly clinging to his consciousness as it was. He choked and gagged around Vox’s cock, but that didn’t stop Vox from thrusting his dick further down his throat until Alastor was tearing up again and his vision was becoming blurry. It was happening again, everything was too much. He was being overwhelmed as a pair of fingers stretched his hole further and made him arch with a soft noise.
Alastor was already so full, there was no way more could fit in. No more. He didn’t want anymore. It was going to break him. He shook his head and Vox gripped his hair with both of his hands as he started to fuck his throat faster. The lack of oxygen was making his eyes cloudy, his vision was filled with dark spots. Everything was moving so fast, yet so slow. He wanted Vox to cum already, but it had just started, yet the fingers stretching him open were working themselves around his hole so quickly that he wasn’t sure of what was happening anymore.
“You are so fucking tired, uh?” Pilot said as he leaned over Alastor’s body. “You are so tired, your body is loose as hell. I can stretch it so easily.”
“I-I’m sorry, Al.”
Vincent’s words echoed in Alastor’s ears, and he wanted to tell him that everything was fine, that everything was going to be alright, but he wasn’t even sure why he needed to say those words. The world was spinning, and then something shocked him awake. Vox had sent a small electric shock through his fingers, forcing Alastor to remain conscious as he pushed his cock down his throat and then dragged it against the sides of Alastor’s cheeks.
“No passing out, not yet.”
“That seems loose enough.”
The two voices were far too clear now, and Alastor blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what was happening again, but it was too late. He groaned loudly against Vox’s cock as Pilot slowly pushed inside of him, stretching his hole to its very limit. It was so much. It was far too much. Vincent was already filling him, and now a third member was pushing inside of him, dragging and stretching his insides until his hooves were curling up and his back was arching.
Alastor choked with Vox’s cock again, saliva mixed with cum dripping down his chin as Vox started to fuck his mouth with shallow thrusts. He couldn’t breathe. No, he could hardly breathe. The pressure was too much. His throat was full, his ass was full, he wanted a way out, and yet he couldn’t do anything or move. The waves of pleasure mixed with pain were spiking his brain in a way that had him see stars while everything started to feel weightless.
“Fucking amazing, so tight, fuck, fuck! How the hell am I gonna do this back home?” Pilot laughed as he gripped Alastor’s waist and pulled his body down against his cock and Vincent’s. He was pushing inside his hole with hard thrusts that kept most of his dick inside the tight heat.
Alastor’s black and red eyes were twitching. They kept changing colors and rolling back against his lids until they stayed black, and his half-lidded eyes framed them along with his eyelashes. His head was drifting. The shock from earlier could only do so much to keep him focused. He could feel his body being roughly used and fucked until soft noises filled with static were leaving his lips.
“I-I can’t hold on, I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Al, I’m sorry!” Vincent’s voice glitched again, the robotic pitch making his screen glitch.
Alastor whimpered. He couldn’t even believe it, but he whimpered as Vincent came inside of him, filling him and making him arch his back in need before his hips pushed down against his cocks, trying to squeeze them dry until he could feel them twitching against his insides. He gave out another moan, and the member in his mouth pulled out just for thick ropes of cum to spill on his face to coat his cheeks, nose, and eyes. He groaned and blinked slowly as cum dripped from his eyelashes. Vox wasn’t finished, he leaned in to rub his cock all across his face, smearing the cum and saliva everywhere.
“Perfect ending for you, red.” Pilot gripped Alastor’s hair and then thrust his hips harder against his asshole until he was able to reach his peak and cum inside the awaiting hole. He pushed deeper inside, making sure that his cum would be buried deep inside Alastor’s asshole before pulling out with a grin.
The white room turned pink, then red, and lastly blue. The colors shifted from one to another, and then there was a little congratulations sound!
‘You are free to go! <3’
Vox and Pilot both looked to the side as a door appeared out of nowhere. The door slowly opened, revealing a bright hallway with shifting colors that kind of resembled the room.
“Well, this was fun, but I would rather go back to my world. I have businesses to ruin and my little red to torment.” Pilot grinned and waved at the group as he walked towards the door. “Pleasure to meet you, though, amazing fucking hole. I’m going to remember it for a while.”
“Mh, time for me to leave too. This gave me a new perspective that I’m so ready to apply in my own world. You could say, that this was truly inspiring.” Vox grinned and followed behind Pilot. His hands were fixing his suit before he flashed the other two one last smile.
Vincent and Alastor stayed as they were, neither was ready to move.
Alastor just closed his eyes and turned his head around to bury his face against Vincent’s neck, listening to his breathing before the world finally turned dark and he lost consciousness.