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The cold water slid down his back in rivers, leaving him shivering as a dick was shoved down his throat. He gagged slightly at first but then reminded himself silently he’s had bigger and can take so much more. The shower scene he had to do was much more violent than he would have liked as a porn star but he knew he didn’t have much of a choice anyway. He was Nova, he was supposed to like this. Supposed to.
His ‘partner’ gripped his hair tightly, the purple strands getting tangled in their furry fingers. His mouth was forced all the way down, hot tears pricking in his eyes, all three of them. Someone else’s grubby hands grabbed the boy’s ass and lifted him up as Nova tried his best to keep his mouth on the other person’s dick. The person behind him shoved his own cock deep inside Nova’s dripping wet hole, pumping in and out roughly, leaving him moaning, sending vibrations through the member he was sucking off.
Nova’s eyes were tightly squeezed shut in hopes that this would be over much quicker that way. The lewd sounds of a large body against a much smaller one filled the air as degrading things were spoken. Nova whimpered, finding it harder and harder to keep his head in place, someone’s hands gripping his face in order to assist the boy. “What a pretty little slut, this one is… hm? A good face to fuck, nice to look at.” one of them spoke as each of them were getting their fill. It was a tight location for three people, which Nova supposed was someone’s kink. They didn’t let up on the boy as this went on for quite some time.
One after the other, they came in his holes, hot semen shooting down his throat and into his pussy, both sets of lips swelling. And while Nova didn’t get to cum, that wasn’t in the script. He fell to the floor like a rag doll, an empty tingling in the pit of his stomach as the other two left the shower, the water having been turned off at some point. “Cut!” somebody yelled and then Nova was pulled to his feet by four very strong arms, an elegant silk bathrobe suddenly wrapped around him. “Well, hey doll. Your performance was muy bueno, pretty boy.”
The boy looked up, his boss and keeper of his sold soul, Valentino smiled at him with a toothy smile, red incisors long enough to bite through Nova’s arm. “Thank you, sir.” Nova’s legs were wobbly as he was led into his dressing room. The door was shut behind the moth man, who was probably over ten feet tall, give or take a few inches. Nova blinked, pretending he didn’t know any sort of reason he had followed him for. “Do you need something?” He asked this as if he had no clue of the lustful intentions.
“Oh my dear boy,” Val laughed loudly, his shoulders moving with each chuckle, “Is it so wrong to just want to shower my favourite toy in praise?” He cupped the boy’s face, gripping a bit too tightly for it to be comfortable for anyone. “I just loved watching my little plaything getting used and abused by people twice his size.” His voice was sultry and seductive, blowing a puff of his cigarette, a Virginia Slim, the smoke lingering in Nova’s face a bit too long.
A hand went to Nova’s waist carefully and Valentino took a step forward, causing the boy to accidentally stumble a few steps backward in surprise until his waist bumped into the dressing table, knocking over a bottle of aphrodisiac perfume in a glass breaking crash that permeated the air and left Nova lightheaded. “Sir, I-“ Nova’s eyes widened slightly, trying not to breathe in the perfume.
Instantly, Valentino put a bony, pointed finger to Nova’s trembling lips, his eyes hungrily travelling down his body, taking in how his lilac skin shone with glitter from the makeup department and how the expensive bathrobe rested on his feminine body in a nearly angelic manner. “Relax pretty boy. Someone didn’t get to cum.” Val’s eyes hid malice behind designer heart-shaped sunglasses.
Nova had expected nothing less from his boss. His interview two years ago was sucking Val off and then having to take it from behind. This was nothing new. Valentino cleared his throat, waiting for an answer. Almost as if there was a frog caught in his throat, the boy just stared at Valentino, his mouth agape. He blinked and then remembered he knew how to talk, “N- no thank you sir. I uh. I’ll survive.” Of course, denying Valentino had the tendency to be a bad idea.
Valentino’s voice purred softly and ruminated in Nova’s ears like a good song, as the man was clearly amused with his subordinate. “If you say so…” he chuckled, his lips grazing Nova’s cheek with an affectionate peck before the moth man left, ducking under the low doorway as he left. Relief left Nova’s body like a ghost.
Shaky thighs found themselves in a leather seat that stuck to his sweaty legs, tears welling in his eyes. There, a mirror hung on the wall, allowing Nova a glimpse at himself, cringing away at what he saw. Across his right eye, the purple one, was a large scar, proof of defiance against his boss and his reason for being so submissive and obedient, dancing around the problem as if he were walking on glass and nails. His other two eyes were fine, one pink and one black. But they still had bags under them, large enough that concealer had to be used often to hide them.
Two large ram horns stuck out the sides of his head, a teal colour that really contrasted well with his light purple skin tone. Or at least he’d been told by Valentino.
His hair was currently in its purple phase (with a few electric blue streaks for fun), changing with the seasons and Nova’s unnerving unease. His hair was always the one thing he could control about himself as Valentino wouldn’t let him get his gender affirming surgeries just yet. Nova’s dad did a similar thing when he was just Tommy Marsh, a living, human boy trapped in a perpetual state of ‘girl’.
That’s why he had killed himself in the first place. Nova had given up on trying to convince Val to change his mind, anyway. He’s heard one too many times that the audience preferred his tits and vagina over anything else. “Whatever…” he mumbled aloud, drawing his bony knees up to his chest. It wasn’t like it mattered anyway. He was in Hell. Literally and figuratively.
There was a knock on the door and the boy nearly jumped out of his seat. He frantically wiped his tears, adjusting his robe so that everything was covered. “Come in!” he called out to the person on the other side, hearing the hinges creak loudly in protest.
In walked Angel Dust, the original favourite of Valentino and a jealous bitch. “What’s popping, toots?” The spider smirked, a haughtiness to him that made Nova crave violence against him. “Val told me your birthday was in a week.” Nova had nearly forgotten about that. Birthdays aren’t really important when you’re dead. It’s crazy how one ages in Hell; it’s just the same as Earth. Angel spoke again, “How old ya turnin’?”
Nova didn’t have an answer for him. If Angel Dust knew he was a sixteen… If anybody knew he was a minor, Valentino would have his head. It was supposed to be a secret between him and his boss. “How old do you think I’m turning?” The boy smiled pointedly, dodging the question with a fake bubbly attitude as he stood up from his chair. His colleague stood over him, much too tall for the boy to feel confident in his own short stature.
Angel laughed, clearly finding Nova’s banter hilarious. “Lemme guess. 97? Are you some sorta cougar DILF in disguise?” he joked, elbowing the shorter one a bit too harshly.
A smile formed on Nova’s lips, playing along, “Sure, well go with that.” If he could keep his secret, he had a place to stay, stability.
But Angel pressed further, “But seriously. All jokes aside. How old are ya gonna be?” The porn star arched an eyebrow. “I’m sure being Valentino’s favourite means getting some sort of fancy party to go with your daily special treatment.” There was venom behind his words and Nova caught on quite quickly. Was that all this guy came in here for? To try and mess with him?
With arms crossed, the boy pouted immaturely, “Don’t you have cocaine to snort?”
Angel Dust laughed curtly with anger in his expression as he rolled his eyes, “Don’t you have weed to be smokin’? Pothead calling the kettle black you fucking hypocrite…” he mumbled, leaving the dressing room, the door slamming behind him with a slight rumble.
“Jealousy is a disease!” Nova yelled after him, hoping to get under Angel’s nerves. Or at least discourage him from ever coming in this room, nay, his safe place ever again.
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Angel didn’t know why he let the younger actor get under his skin like a deadly parasite that won’t leave his brain. There was something suspicious about that guy, something off, but he couldn’t quite place it. He always considered him and Nova rivals, as they were usually both bottoms and never in the same scenes together. It was a matter of who could get in what and who kept the boss man in a better mood. It seemed to be Nova more and more lately.
He had noticed that Nova had a naturally youthful face, and maybe that’s why Val put the guy in so many scenes where youthfulness was the kink. But lately, Angel wondered if there was more to it.
Nova had a childishness to him on and off set that never went away. He wanted to save the guy before things got too far, before he turned into Angel. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to do this for the younger actor but he had to figure out Nova’s deal. Angel was going to get to the bottom of this.
…After a drink or two.
Or ten-
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The soft bed covers were yanked off of Nova’s body, leaving the boy shivering and slightly angry that this was the way he was getting woken up like this. “Five more minutes…” the boy groaned, curling into a ball to keep warm.
“Mi amor, wake up,” the gravelly voice of Nova’s boss tickled his spine, causing the boy to shoot up in surprise, not expecting Valentino to be the one to wake him up despite them sharing a condo. There was a hand on his thigh suddenly. “I want to play with mi muñeca favorita.” And then the moth man was on top of Nova, pinning him to the bed. “Sexy little thing…”
Nova could feel Val’s erection through several layers of clothing as fear tingled in his bones. “Sir, please… I-“ He was interrupted by an angry smack to the face and a stern look. “I- sorry…”
Val smiled with a sense of dominance. “That’s what I thought, hombre puta.” With those words, a creeping sensation crawled up his back, giving him goosebumps. Hands hungrily ripped at Nova’s shirt, the loosely put together seams coming apart at the needy whims of a horny overlord.
A small whimper left Nova’s mouth the instant Valentino fondled the small breasts attached to the poor boy. “Val,” Nova whined, still fighting the encounter he was forced to deal with. Lips met his and Valentino’s tongue was down his throat. The boy was lightheaded all of a sudden, high off of the kiss, leaving him feel slightly giddy in a sense. He stopped fighting it, suddenly more inept to the situation.
“Fuck..” Valentino murmured as two of his hands removed Nova’s pants, leaving the boy completely naked. Valentino freed his member, precum leaking out of the tip. “Be a good boy for me. If you deny me like you did yesterday, there will be consequences…” the man whispered in his ear, causing shivers to run down his spine.
His pussy was on display for the pimp, who had let out a low growl at the sight, clearly aroused in that instant. Without warning, Valentino shoved himself inside, causing the small boy underneath him to gasp out in pain. There was no lube involved, Val having too much faith in himself turning on Nova to care. But unfortunately, it hurt way too much to be pleasurable.
“S-slow down!” Nova exclaimed in surprise, his back arching in a struggle to get him to stop. But Valentino was stronger, he was always stronger, gripping Nova’s arms with all four of his hands, pinning him to the bed as he pounded into the boy’s tight hole.
“Stop fighting it, bitch,” Valentino growled in his ear, the sound tickling his brain and causing him to freeze in fear. A long tongue, probably about twelve inches long, ran across Nova’s face slowly, the boy cringing in on himself in slight disgust. The wet limb wrapped itself around his neck, writhing around like a snake. All the while, Valentino kept thrusting, moving at ungodly speeds.
Nova was just a pathetic sex doll to him in this moment, somebody to use and fill up to his desires. It made Nova feel worthless. It made him feel wanted.
Of course, eventually, the pain quickly morphed into pleasure as he got more lightheaded. He couldn’t quite figure out why he had started to enjoy this all of a sudden. But instantly, he moaned, which seemed to spark interest in Valentino when the man realised his experienced movements was starting to have an effect.
Suddenly, Nova was flipped onto his stomach and he gasped in surprise. “Be a good slut for me and put your ass in the air,” his boss instructed and the boy did as he was told, too afraid to resist anymore, like he wanted to in the first place. Valentino knew how to make him feel good. And good he wanted to feel.
Once again, Valentino prodded his throbbing member near Nova’s wet folds teasingly. And then, the moth man entered Nova, bottoming out completely as a loud gasp escaped the boy’s lips. “That’s it..” Valentino grunted, “Take my cock like the good fucking whore I made you into.” He started thrusting again, causing him to fall apart underneath him. Moaning, Nova squeezed please eyes shut, biting his lips in an attempt to be quiet and regain a bit of his dignity.
Something built up inside of him like a tsunami, close to crashing down, oh so close. But still so far.
Trembling legs, gripped sheets, perspiration beading on his forehead. It was too much at once, leaving him so overwhelmed. Just a few more seconds and then-
Someone cleared their throat and Valentino paused, sighing as Nova whimpered softly. Withdrawing from the mess of a porn star, the moth man fixed himself quickly and shoved his cock back in his pants, looking to see who dared interrupt his fun. “Oh, my other favourite toy…” Valentino chuckled, his teeth bared in slight anger. Nova sat up, trying to catch his breath, catching Angel’s eye. “Would you like to join us?” Valentino asked.
“Uh, no. Valentino, I wanted to tell you I found another place to stay. It’s probably temporary. I dunno.” Angel shrugged. Valentino’s left eye twitched and he crossed both pairs of arms, staying scarily silent for a man with severe anger issues. Angel sighed, fear crossing his face, “I still work for you. Don’t get your panties in a fucking bunch.”
Nova slipped out of bed, putting a simple robe on, too self conscious of his body to have Angel Dust staring at it. Valentino was seething at this point, prepared to strike. Nova’s eyes widened in panic, instantly stepping between the two. “Wait! Stop!” He held out his hands in defence, knowing that he may as well just insulted his boss. Unfortunately, that didn’t dissuade Valentino, the back of his hand cracking against Nova’s jaw, leaving a red mark where he had struck him.
“Nova..” Angel whispered, his jaw clenched.
Tilting his head slightly, Valentino smirked wildly, his face twisting into one of pure rage. “Don’t do that again, Novie…” his voice was sultry and low, speaking slowly, the nickname causing a small blush to appear on Nova’s face. A pair of hands grabbed the small boy and tossed him aside as if he were a rag doll. He winced in pain. “As for you…” Valentino snarled, taking a step forward, causing Angel to step backward. “Insolent, disobedient, piece of shit…”
Nova pulled himself to his feet as he watched the colour drain from Angel’s face. Both of them were at the mercy of Valentino but for some reason, Nova needed to save Angel.
Once more, he got in between the conflict. “Val, please.” It was a desperate attempt, a pathetic one. “Leave him alone. You still own him. Don’t hurt him…” he pleaded, insuring Angel could increase the distance between him and their boss.
A terrifying silence filled the air. Valentino didn’t break eye contact with Nova and a million things flew through the boy’s brain. “Get out.” Both of them froze. “I said get out. Get out of here before I kill the both of you.”
Angel gripped Nova’s wrist tightly and yanked the boy along. Once they were far enough away, having left the room and fled down the hallway, Angel paused. “You good?” Nova blinked, not entirely having anticipating that question. Why would he care, anyway?
“I…” the boy looked away. His legs were still trembling, not having been able to cum. Dissatisfied and still a bit scared, he answered, “I’ll be fine. I had plans today anyway.” Nova smiled softly, unsure of how he felt. There was a crashing sound in the distance and the pair shared a knowing glance: Valentino found something to take his anger out on.
Angel took Nova’s hand in his. “If you ever need a place to stay, there’s a hotel that lets you live there for free. The owner is a bit overbearing but she’s alright I suppose.” There was genuine concern in Angel’s eyes and the boy realised his coworker was completely sober. Once more, Nova wondered why.
Again, he hesitated. Glancing back at the door they had just left from, he sighed softly, knowing he couldn’t. “No. Thank you anyways. I’ll be okay. Probably.” Nova grimaced when another crash was heard. “I’ve got.. I’ve got plans today anyway. And Valentino will need me later, I’m sure.” Despite the sadness in Angel’s expression, he couldn’t be budged.
“Why do you put up with him?” Angel asked softly. Hypocrite.
Nova yanked his arm back. “Why do you?” And then he left, deciding he didn’t particularly care to hear the answer.
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Downing a glass of vodka, Nova complained about his coworker to a good friend of his, Sir Pentious. They were at some non discreet bar somewhere in the heart of the Pride Ring. “I don’t know why we’re so hot and cold. Just yesterday he was all snappy and petty but then this morning? He was all warm and welcoming or some shit. I don’t know.” He buried his face in his hands. Frustration was apparent in his body language.
The slithery snake laughed awkwardly, his lips pursing together as a few of his egg boys ran around bumping into angry strangers like small children. “Is-sssssn’t that how you feel about your boss-ssssss? Maybe the problem is-ssssssn’t other people?” Nova glared at his friend for a brief moment, adjusting his baggy clothes to hide his figure a bit better. Nobody would be able to tell he was a porn star with the way he was dressed.
“Pentious, I sold my soul to the moth motherfucker and he treats me like shit. Of course I hate him.” He downed another shot of vodka, trying to get as drunk as possible.
Sir Pentious’ eyes darted around the bar, keeping a close watch on his minions. “Well. Do you? You talk about him cons-sssssstantly as-sssss if you’re in love with him.” The snake shrugged nonchalantly, taking a small swig of his own drink. “This is fun.” He smiled. “Do you want to hear about my arch nemes-ssssis?”
Picking up his head, Nova nodded softly, knowing a headache was pounding in the back of his skull, the kind of headache that could only be cured by the addicting scent of weed. The boy just let his friend ramble for a long period, as it was good for the snake to let it all out. Nova only gave the occasional single word sentence to give the illusion of him listening.
It made him wonder if what Sir Pentious said before was true… If he didn’t hate his abusive piece of shit boss? Sure, his kisses were addictive, leaving him wanting more, but that could just be written off as Valentino knowing how to pleasure people.
…Right?
This was all confusing. So he decided to down another thing of vodka, deciding he didn’t want to think today. Thinking was for losers anyway. That’s what his father told him and that’s what Valentino tells him.
Thinking hurts as much as Valentino hits.
And he doesn’t want to feel that pain anymore.