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Angel took extra care when dressing that evening. He had his mystery client that night- a man so elite and famous he didn't want anyone to know he saw a sex worker, including said sex worker himself. A car would be sent to pick him up, and Angel would be painlessly knocked out, some sort of gas, he assumed, and he would return in the small hours of the morning, pleasantly sore and buzzing from what must have been some of the best orgasms of his life, remembering nothing in between.
The client paid extra for the convenience, didn’t beat him, Angel felt like he didn't even have to do anything because he skipped the time, and his body felt good after. He figured the guy must have a wife or something, which was awfully prudish for hell, but some of these oligarchs were like that, he supposed. The Vees certainly had their own fucked up image to maintain. Or he just had a big somno kink - easier for Angel.
He really wanted to keep this client. He didn't have any reason to worry, but sometimes they just up and disappeared out of nowhere, and he couldn't exactly sus the guy out. Since he was unconscious the whole time, it wasn't like he could do much to improve his performance. He didn't usually care to keep his clients impressed. He was the most luxury lay in hell, so it was never a concern when one fucked off - there were always a dozen more in line behind them.
This client though…. This client felt like a vacation. He wasn’t sleazy or dangerous like Vox, or demanding and mercurial like Val. After a long week, or usually a long month, Angel could fall into a deep sleep, and wake up with his body feeling amazing and a 200% tip in his wallet? He fucking loved this weirdo. He didn't particularly care what he looked like or what he was doing to him or anything of the sort as long as he didn't have to know about it or feel it.
So Angel enjoyed getting ready for tonight, knowing he could anticipate an evening of relaxation and pleasure. Sure, his room was under constant surveillance from Vox, which usually made his skin crawl, but if he concentrated, he could force himself to relax. Nothing that creepy perv hadn’t seen before. Angel took a long, jasmine scented bubble bath, and brushed his fur till it was extra soft. When he had finished his makeup, and donned a custom, strappy bodysuit that left little to the imagination, he checked the time. Five minutes. Perfect. He breezed down the elevator, trailing eucalyptus and juniper perfume.
He checked the time on his phone again, a red, pulsing spiral appearing for a split second, gone as soon as it arrived. Huh. Weird. He was a minute early, so he waited patiently at the curb till the limo pulled up, getting in with a small wave to the driver. He never knew if it was the same one or not - never remembered well enough after. He settled down onto the lush, royal blue velvet seats, and breathed in deeply. Ah, there was the gas. Bubble gum sweet.
He noticed he wasn't passing out. Maybe it would take a few minutes. He checked the limo's mini-fridge, and found some champagne. Maybe the drugs that were supposed to knock him out were in here? He took a swig straight from the bottle and grinned. This was the best champagne. It must be top fucking shelf, or infused with something. Or maybe that was the drug, whatever this champagne was infused with. If it was infused with something, did that negate the champagne-ness of it? Now that they were all snobby with champagne and what was and wasn’t champagne?
He sipped as elegantly as he could manage directly from a bottle, and ran his other hand absentmindedly down his chest fluff. His fingers felt like the touch of someone far more experienced, someone like Val. Not that Angel wasn’t the most experienced sex worker in hell, but he was more experienced with other bodies. He didn’t have a lot of time or reason to masturbate with his schedule, whereas Val studied him like a musician perfecting his craft.
Now his own fingers were bringing it forth, and he let out a soft moan as his hand trailed lower. He wondered where they were driving to, but his hand found his cock almost of its own will, and his legs fell open with a satisfying sigh. The crotchless lingerie framed his pussy, and it felt good to lean back and splay his legs open wide. His eyes fluttered half shut as he stroked his cock, and he took another swig of the champagne, getting a sudden head rush, which only made him moan and stroke himself faster. This champagne must be strong. He squinted dizzily at the bottle and saw that he had barely drunk past the neck. Oh the drugs were definitely in here.
He didn’t feel like he was gonna pass out though. Oooh, maybe today would be the day he met the mysterious stranger! Or maybe he ran out of his usual gas and was just gonna roofie Angel and or get him blackout drunk instead. He realized he was still jerking himself off. He shouldn’t cum before getting to his client, but he couldn’t make himself stop.
He let himself lay back and relax. Clearly it was a long ride, and the velvet car seats felt so good he wanted to enjoy them. He ran a luxurious hand along the plush fabric as he pumped his cock, eyelids drooping in pleasure. He realized he was panting, open mouthed and lewd, but he didn’t stop. Why should he? He was alone. Even the driver couldn’t see him.
Maybe he should open himself up for his client while he was at it? A little courtesy prep. He looked clumsily in a few of the compartments in the back seat and recognized a bottle of lube with some confusion. He messily dumped a generous amount on his first two fingers, sinking them unhesitatingly into his hole. He groaned gratefully at the feeling and quickly began fucking himself. When the car pulled up at the building, he didn’t notice to stop until the driver opened the door for him.
“Thanks, toots,” said Angel without a trace of embarrassment, closing his legs and standing up as gracefully as he could manage. “Do you know where I’m supposed to be going?”
“Not sure you could get far like this,” the driver chuckled.
“What d-” Angel tripped over himself stepping out of the car and had to be caught by the chauffeur. “I see,” he laughed, unconcerned. “Are you my safe escort, then?”
“More or less,” he agreed, helping Angel into the elevator and pressing the button for him before stepping out.
Angel giggled as the elevator ascended, preening for his mystery client. Well, if he was going to meet him, he hoped he was handsome. He swayed gingerly, assessing that it would be ill advised to make any sudden movements. Or most movements. He giggled again. He hoped his client was handsome. He should have brought the champagne from the car. Nah, the client would surely have more here.
The elevator dinged open and Angel stepped out confidently, crashing directly into - Vox? He squinted and then laughed in delight. “You’re my secret admirer?” he asked gaily.
“Is that what you’re calling me now?” Vox held him firmly in his arms which was good because Angel might fall otherwise. He had nice hands. Strong hands. Big hands.
Now he was kissing Angel and he tasted electricity on him, giggling again. Like licking a battery. “What’s so funny?” asked Vox, putting Angel’s lower hands on his belt where Angel automatically began undoing it, his upper hands starting on Vox’s tie, making him dizzily inept at both. “Look at you, all helpless,” Vox smirked, and Angel batted his lashes down at him with his prettiest smile. “Good thing you came all unwrapped ahead of time.” He put his hand between Angel’s legs and pushed three fingers in Angel’s willing hole, like he knew exactly what he would find. Angel threw back his head and moaned eagerly, exposing his neck to Vox to suck as Angel’s knees buckled.
He pulled Angel into his lap, facing away from him, and pressing his cock into his hole. Oh, so Vox was an ass man? Good to know. But then immediately something else was filling Angel’s pussy, and he leaned back against Vox’s chest with a deeply satisfied sound. “What’s that?” He asked hoarsely.
“Oh, that’s all me, baby.” Angel could feel Vox’s smug expression, and dazedly tried to process that Vox had two cocks. Vox pushed two fingers into his mouth and Angel sucked obediently, eyes fluttering shut as Vox bounced him on his cocks. Fuck, his hands were so confident, so sure. Angel blinked his eyes open with difficulty as he felt cables wrap around him, supporting his legs and hips and torso, taking his weight and parting his thighs farther. “Spread those legs for me sweetheart,” Vox murmured roughly in his ear. “Gimme a good view.”
Angel was pretty sure Vox couldn’t see between his legs from that angle, but he also didn’t care, letting the cables open him obscenely. The cables were fucking him onto Vox now like a toy, and Vox had wrapped a hand around Angel’s cock, growling possessively against his skin. Vox’s other hand went to his hair, his cables responding in kind to arch Angel back inhumanly against him. Angel whined around the fingers Vox was fucking into his mouth, and didn’t see it coming at all when Vox came inside him, filling him, warm and satisfying.
“Don’t worry doll,” said Vox, “I’m not done with you.”
The cables lifted Angel off Vox and more cables filled him in the same moment, plugging his cum inside. His head spun as he found himself suspended horizontally, completely away from Vox. Disoriented, he felt more cables in his ass and pussy - more than three, in each, was all he could count from concentrating till his head hurt. He wasn’t sure where Vox was, but his mouth was being filled with cables too, stretched and stuffed, and his eyes watered as he was spitroasted mid air.
He heard Vox somewhere below him, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Then a screen came up at Angel’s side. It showed him masturbating in the car, legs brazenly wide, dripping pussy on display. Oh…. a screen appeared on Angel's other side - Angel's holes being fucked by Vox mere moments before. He almost nodded in agreement. And of course, in front of him, another screen of him being opened by Vox's cables right this very second.
Was this what they did every time? How did Angel never come home sore? He whimpered around the cables, drooling, unable to speak, and giving in to the overwhelming sensation of being fucked. His body was buffeted back and forth between them, rocking him, forcing him open as the drug eased his mind, and he almost felt like the cables went so deep they met in the middle. And Angel was just a hole.
He relaxed, moans of pleasure escaping him as he was filled, utterly loose and unselfconscious. He barely registered the new pleasures when Vox put hands on him, barely heard the murmured praise in his ear.
“That’s a good slut, just give in for me, my empty little toy. You’re gonna cum so hard you won’t remember your name, baby, I’m gonna give it to you so good. You’re taking me so well, taking more of me than you ever have, fuck baby I can’t wait to be back inside you - you’re gonna take me like nothing after stretching you out like this, just smooth glide in that drooling cunt.”
Soon the cables were vibrating, emanating small shocks and currents as they fucked him, and Angel’s brain was scrambling as he struggled to breathe with the intense euphoria building. Vox took one of his fingers and pressed it directly to Angel’s clit, sending another vibration to it, and he came, clenching so hard he feared he might break the cables inside him.
“Good boy,” said Vox approvingly, helping him down and letting him collapse in his arms. Even as Angel’s body melted, he was being penetrated again. Vox sank him directly down onto his cocks. It felt so fucking good, Angel was floating. “That’s it baby, doesn’t that feel so right? Doesn’t it feel right to be warming my cocks with your fucked out holes?”
Angel nodded blearily with a dazed smile. Desire echoed inside him as the drugs pounded through his veins. He wanted to be a good toy. “Fuck me please,” he said prettily, contracting his walls around his cocks. “Want more of your cum.”
Vox gave a small rumble of approval before tipping Angel face down, and ramming into him. Angel, utterly helpless and completely blissed out, took everything he gave him. His body welcomed him, taking him easily. His body felt able to do anything, between the drugs and how overstretched he was - nothing hurt. He felt like a ragdoll for Vox to play with however he pleased.
Vox was driving into him with all the force in his body, whispering frantically, “you’re mine, you hear that? You belong to me and me alone. I’m gonna fuck you till this is the only thing your body remembers. Until it yearns for me under every touch. I own you for eternity, pretty toy, yet you won’t even remember who you belong to.”
Angel came again as Vox shoved his fingers in his mouth once more, fucking it in time with his cocks. Vox chased the high of the friction when Angel bore down and quickly filled him once more, fucking his cum deep inside his body.
Angel was utterly spent, looking up at Vox with big, blown out eyes. Vox gave a small laugh and pulled out, picking him up to carry him to the bed, face tender. “Mine,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Angel responded happily as Vox laid him down. He rolled him onto his stomach and Angel lifted his hips obediently, but Vox pushed them back down. Instead, he began to massage him. Neck and shoulders to ankles. He worked him over and then turned him again, massaging his front with strong, sure hands. Angel was baffled. Vox was gentle, thorough, and when he finished, he kissed him again, and made love to him.
It was all sighs and caresses, lingering kisses and adoring eye contact. Vox’s hips rolled firmly against Angel’s, and Angel’s body blossomed for him. Vox whispered nonsense syllables of adoration, and Angel chanted his name like a prayer. When they came, Vox stayed inside of him for a long time.
When Vox pulled out, he went to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth, and cleaned Angel’s fur, sticky with drying cum. Angel was utterly relaxed, happier than he had been in a long time. Pleasantly sore, but buzzing from thrilling orgasms.
“You won’t remember this,” Vox whispered, half sad.
Angel took his hand in his and kissed it. Vox’s smile was wry as he redressed him. He deposited him in the elevator with a parting kiss.
Angel got in the car obediently at the end of the elevator ride, and stumbled into bed at home. When he woke, he didn’t remember that there was anything to remember.