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“Fuck!” Angel screamed out in pain. He was doing a shoot at the studio with some canine sinner. He was the most generic of generic. Based on some pit bull type breed. His name was Tim or Tom or Jim, something stupid like that. Whoever he was the idiot had just cum in Angel’s ass, knotting inside him and it fucking hurt.
Angel’s yelling must have scared Ron because he jerked back. Angel’s full body was pulled back by his ass. He screamed in pain again. “Stop moving, ya fuckin’ moron!”
Angel was normally a lot nicer to his costars, but they also don’t normally fuck his day, possibly a few days, like this. Thankfully his harsh words got Jon to stop trying to get away from him and stay still. Angel took a few deep breaths to try and get his body to relax as every muscle wanted to tense.
To make things worse they had been doing a scene where Angel was laid out across a thin balance beam in a gymnastics outfit. He was having to support most of his body weight on one set of hands, his second set had been tied behind his back. He let out his third set of arms to help support him. He was careful to move as little as possible.
“What’s happened?” Valentino asked. He came up on the set to stand in front of Angel, leaning down to look him in the eyes.
“Dan here fuckin’ knotted in me.” Angel hissed through clenched teeth.
“It’s Sam.” The sinner behind him muttered. At least he had the good sense to sound embarrassed.
“No one cares.” Val and Angel said at the same time. Val knelt down so he could be more even with Angel in a more comfortable way. He gently cupped his face and brushed away a stray tear.
“Does it hurt, Mi amor?” Val asked in a soft tone.
“It’s not to bad if he doesn’t move.” He tried to put on a brave face, but another tear slipped past his defenses. He hadn’t been prepared for this and it was the first scene of the day. Add in that the sex had been awful so he wasn’t even aroused at the time. Yeah, it really fucking hurt. “Why do we have amateurs here?”
Val brushed away the tear again. He kept a soft and comforting tone with Angel. “It will never happen again. You are handling this very well, babe.”
Angel chewed on his lower lip. The little complement went a long way to helping him relax, warmth spreading in his stomach. Complements were so few and far between with Val. “Can you help, Papi?”
“Anything for you.” Val got up and disappeared from view for a few seconds. When he came back, he had a pill that he placed in Angel’s mouth. It melted on his tongue and within seconds his body started to feel distant, like his brain was miles from his body. He let out a sigh as his body was able to fully relax. At least until Sam thought that meant he could get away, his cock jerking Angel’s body roughly. “Would you stop trying to damage my star! You’re lucky I don’t just remove your dick.”
Angel had to bite back a laugh. It was nice to not be on the receiving end of Val’s anger for once. He tried to get himself a little more comfortable, knowing he would be stuck like this for at least fifteen minutes. It wasn’t his first experience with this, just the first time it wasn’t planned.
Valentino moved his focus back to Angel. He cut Angel’s middle set of hands free before kneeling back down in front of him and gently cupping his face. It was almost like the studio wasn’t full of people watching them. He was gently petting a hand through Angel’s hair. He was speaking softly in Spanish and, while Angel didn’t speak Spanish, he could pick up enough to understand. Val was calling him strong, brave, wonderful, my love.
Angel whined and did his best not to wiggle. He was high and Val was taking care of him, giving him praise. It was honestly more than he should be able to handle. He couldn’t even feel Sam in his ass anymore. He kept reminding himself not to move. That he was almost free. It didn’t change the fact he was so aroused he was dripping on the floor, something Val noticed.
Angel did jump when he felt one of Val’s hands wrap around his cock. He cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as his hips thrust into the touch of their own accord. He ignored the discomfort, focusing on Val’s touch and his words. As he found a rhythm, Sam was forced to move with him to prevent hurting him further. He had Val stroking his cock while the hound was fucking his ass.
“I’m close Val. Please, I need it. I’m so close.” Angel begged. He had tears running down his face. The noises he had been making were raw and real and nothing that would ever be suitable for film.
“I got you, babe.” Val said as his arms wrapped around Angel to help support his body. “Be a good boy and cum for daddy.”
Angel screamed Val’s name as he came, streaks of cum splashed on the floor. He collapsed into Val’s chest as he continued to stroke him after his orgasm had finished. Angel whimpered as his overstimulated body tried to move away from the touch, but he was trapped between the two men’s bodies. Fresh tears fell as he could feel himself building to another climax far to quickly. He buried his face in the crook of Val’s neck, begging softly. “Please … I can’t … to much …. Val … Fuck VAL!”
Angel came again, harder than the first time. His vision whited out for a second before he felt something tearing at his ass. Sam had been pulled off him and ripped out of him. Before the pain could really set in, something cold and wet was pressed against his bleeding hole. It quickly started to numb the area.
Valentino pulled Angel into his lap. One hand was holding the medicated towel to his bottom, two of them were cradling him to his chest, the final hand was carding through Angel’s hair while he continued to shake as he panted for air.
“I’m so sorry mi amor.” Val whispered quietly to him. “I’ll never do that to you again.”
Angel couldn’t respond. His whole body felt like it was on fire. Every little touch was like lightening. It was a struggle to breathe, to think, talking was out of the question. He clung to Val, the only solid thing in his world at that moment. He shouldn’t be this spaced out and sedated already, but in his defense, that was his first real orgasm in fucking years.
Angel was mildly aware when Val got up, carrying him somewhere. He was saying something, but his brain wasn’t processing the words. Val eventually sat down in a chair, manipulating Angel’s limbs so that he was straddling his lap while being draped over his chest. Angel felt soft wings wrap around him, engulfing him in warmth.
“Can I stays here, Val?” Angel asked, his word sounded rough and a little slurred. “Don’t wanna move.”
Val kissed him on the top of his head. “You don’t have to ask, Angel Cake. You are always welcome to stay.”
The set was cleaned up while Angel soaked in the rare affection from Valentino. He was a little worried that he was going to be forced to continue work. Like that was even possible with how fucked his ass must be, but he guessed he did have other holes available. Those worries were quickly dismissed as Val made no move to release Angel. He simply held him while another group of actors came out and started their shoot.
In the back of Angel’s mind, he knew everything that had happened would be recorded. It would never be made into a film, but it would end up in Val’s private collection. The man had a treasure trove of private videos of the two of them. Although, they hadn’t made anything new in a long time. It was such a long time since he was treated softly like this. He ended up falling asleep in Val’s arms.
Angel was woken when the shoot was over. Val was gentle in shaking him, his wings slowly uncurling from around him to expose him to the comparatively colder studio air. Angel made the most pathetic noise of protest he had ever heard that had Val laughing at him.
“It’s time to go home, mi amor. Can you get up?” Val was still using that soft, almost loving, tone of voice. It made Angel’s chest feel tight and his heart fill with emotions he tried to keep buried. Angel tried to move but a wave of fire went from his ass up his back. He grit his teeth and hissed in pain. Val ran a soothing hand down his back, keeping him in place. “Should I carry you?”
“Please.” Angel said, nodding his head. He turned into such a submissive piece of shit around Val. He normally hated it but right now he felt safe. He remembered this, being safe and cared for. The early days of his relationship with Valentino. His happiest days in Hell.
Angel got himself comfortable as Val carried him like a child up to the penthouse apartment he had above the studio. As they walked, Angel could feel how gross he was. He had cum and blood dried in his fur on his legs. “Val, I need a bath. I’m so gross.”
Val didn’t say anything, just made his way to the bathroom. He started the warm water before placing Angel in the tub while it was filling. Angel watched him go to the vanity and open a drawer where he pulled out a bottle of bath oils, shampoo and conditioner, and a perfume bottle. It was all the brands that Angel used. He had taken all these things with him when he left. This meant that Val had gone out and bought new ones in case Angel came back. Val remembered what Angel liked. Val came over and added the oil to the bath water as it was filling up.
Angel reached out and grabbed Val’s arm, pulling him in for a kiss. He put his appreciation, his unsaid feelings, into that kiss. What started as an awful day was turning into something sort of magical.
“Do you need anything else?” Val asked when Angel finally let him break off the kiss.
Angel looked a little sheepish as he relaxed into the water. “My phone’s in my dressin’ room. I should tell someone I ain’t gonna be back tonight. Charlie is a bit of a worrier.”
“Well, we can’t have the Princess showing up unannounced again, can we.” Val said, there was humor covering his annoyed tone. Angel instantly regretted asking. Val kissed his forehead, turning off the water and leaving Angel to enjoy the bath.
Angel got himself cleaned up and took care of his fur. After a little while Valentino returned to place a towel and fluffy pink robe within Angel’s reach. He placed a small glass bottle with two more of the mystery pills he gave Angel before on top of everything. He had changed into his own pair of pink silk pajama bottoms, something Angel knew he only wore in case Velvette came to the door. Angels phone was mysteriously not included in the supplies left. He left the bathroom door open in case Angel needed his help.
Angel finished getting himself cleaned up before taking the offered drugs. There was no point in suffering in pain for no reason. He waited until he felt sufficiently numb before draining the water from the tub and getting out. He carefully dried off and put on his robe, leaving it tied loosely. He walked out to the bedroom on wobbly legs.
Val was sitting in his large bed, propped up against the headboard. He was wearing his reading glasses and looking over some paperwork. That tight feeling returned to Angel’s chest. How many nights did he spend cuddled with Val on that bed while he did paperwork. He really missed those nights.
Angel made his way to the bed and crawled up next to Val. He laid his head in his lap. One of Val’s hands instantly went to play with his hair. It was all so familiar, so comforting. Angel closed his eyes to keep tears at bay. He missed this so much it hurt.
When he opened his eyes back up, his phone was being held in front of his face. He reached up slowly to grab it from Val’s hand. He looked at the picture of Fat Nuggets he kept on his lock screen and smiled. Fat Nuggets had been a gift from Val during those good days. He put the phone down and hugged Val around the waist as best he could in their positions.
“Don’t you need to check in with your babysitter?” Val asked him, his tone was teasing.
“Later, this is nice.” Angel muttered. Val didn’t question him, going back to his work. “Val, can I ask ya a favor?”
“What is it, Carino?” Val didn’t look up from his paperwork.
“Can we not have any more hounds for a while?” Angel spoke in a soft voice, flinching when Val’s hand stopped moving and he put his papers down. He quickly tried to fix his mistake, “I’m sorry, it was stupid.”
Val placed a finger under his jaw to quiet him and forced Angel to look up at him. “That guy really hurt you?”
Angel averted his eyes and nodded. Even with the drugs he could still feel the stinging pain of his body trying to heal. It wasn’t just that, the hounds always scared him some. They were always so much bigger than him. They always treated him rougher than what was needed. Most only caused him pain and he had to fake any pleasure. Not to mention the constant fear of them knotting, a fear that came true.
“You’ll never see him again.” Val promised him. “I’ll never put you with an amateur again.”
“Thank you, Valentino.” Angel couldn’t keep the disappointment out of his voice. He tried to lay his head back down, but Val kept his hold on it, forcing him to stay in place.
“What’s wrong?” Val asked. Angel could almost pretend that he heard actual concern in his voice.
“I just … I hate dogs. Please, Valentino, anything else. I just want a little break.” Angel hated how his eyes stung. He had a feeling whatever Val was dosing him with was responsible for his heightened emotions and loose lips.
Val leaned down and kissed Angel, rewarding him for his honesty. “Anything for you. A break it is.”
Angel grinned and lowered himself back down into his position. Val went back to his paperwork. Eventually Angel drifted off to sleep.
Angel woke late in the night, or early morning depending on how you looked at it, to his phone going off. He grumbled as he was pulled from his sleep, cursing Val for waking him when he had been sleeping so well. He slowly became aware of where he was. He was in a much bigger bed than he was used to and wrapped up in two sets of arms and a fluffy wing. He was the little spoon to Val’s big spoon. The fingers on one of their lower sets of hands were intertwined. Angel squeezed his hand tight; Val tightened his hold on Angel in response. This felt good, this felt right, this felt … DING … fucking phone.
Angel had to stretch to reach his phone on the bedside table. In his sleep Val was trying his darndest to keep Angel close. He managed to get the device, momentarily blinded by the bright screen, to see two texts messages from Husk.
Husk (3:34am): Could have said you weren’t coming back
Husk (3:36am): Asshole
Angel felt a little bit of guilt. He knew Husk always waited up for him after a work night. He would walk in the door to a drink waiting and a friendly ear to bitch too. It had become their own little routine. He had meant to tell Husk he would be gone, he just had been enjoying everything too much.
Angel (3:37am): Sorry, mom. Be back tomorrow
Husk (3:37am): You okay?
Angel (3:38am): Tell you about it later
Husk (3:38am): That’s not an answer
It took a long time for Angel to figure out what he wanted to say. He knew if he didn’t satisfy Husk’s curiosity, he was likely to show up here. He knew the worry came from a good place, but he didn’t need a babysitter, as Val had put it.
Angel (3:40am): I was hurt on set. Val fixed things for me. I’m trying to rest. Goodnight whiskers.
Husk (3:40am): Stay safe, Legs
Angel felt a kiss pressed to his shoulder. He quickly closed his phone screen and set it down. The kisses trailed up his neck until they were at his ear. “Angel?”
“Just my babysitter.” He turned around in Val’s arms to give him a long, deep kiss. “Making sure I wasn’t abducted or somethin’.”
“Tempting idea.” Val ran his hand down Angel’s side, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer.
Angel giggled even as it stung his healing injury. “It’s sleep time. Ya can do anythin’ ya want in the morning.”
Val pouted, but another kiss from Angel and it faded away. They went back to sleep in each other’s arms. In the morning, Angel’s injury was healed enough that it wasn’t hurting him to much. It was good enough for him to give Val the morning he promised him and still be able to enjoy it himself. It ended up being one of the best mornings in a while. It was made better when Val told Angel he would have the day off. He was free to spend it how he wanted, he found he wanted to spend it in the penthouse, with Val.
Angel fell into a little routine while staying with Val. He woke up in the morning to fantastic morning sex. Val would go to some meeting while Angel got ready. He would text Charlie to have her look after Fat Nuggets for him and insist that he was fine. In the afternoon they would go to the studio. Angel found out that when Val said he could have a break, he meant from filming everything, not just hounds. Angel hadn’t been in front of the camera in days, and it was wonderful. After work was finished, they would have dinner together and spend the night in bed. Val never asked Angel if he was staying, and Angel never tried to leave. Val was being kind, attentive, thoughtful, loving, he didn’t want to give that up.
Angel would also be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the new drug that Val was supplying him with. It was like MDMA on steroids with truth serum mixed in. Everything was amplified while he was on it. The sex was some of the best he ever had. His emotions were turned up to eleven, but thankfully he was only having good emotions. The only negative was the number of times he barely caught himself before confessing his love to Valentino. He couldn’t let him know, couldn’t give him that power.
It was now the morning of the third day with Val. Angel was enjoying a bath while he texted Charlie to take care of Fat Nuggets once again. He felt a little guilty being away from his baby for so long. He wondered if Val would let him bring Nuggets over. What stopped him was the fact that was basically admitting he was moving back in. He wasn’t ready for that yet. Instead, he messaged Charlie. His phone started ringing the moment the message was received.
“Hey, princess.” Angel said as he answered. He had let the phone ring a few times to make it seem like he might be busy.
“Angel? Is this really you?” Charlie asked on the other end of the line.
“Tell that asshole to get back here and take care of his own stupid pet!” Husk yelled in the background.
“Do we need to come up there and beat Valentino’s ass?” Vaggie threatened.
“Guys, calm down.” Charlie was talking to the group Angel could imagine gathered around the phone. “Sorry, they are just worried about you.”
“I ain’t worried about shit.” Husk muttered, his voice getting more distant like he was walking away.
“I’m fine, really.” Angel insisted to them. “Just on a little vacation of sorts.”
“You know you can tell us if you need help. We’re your friends, Angel. We want to help you.” Charlie did sound worried.
“Look, right now I’m tits deep in a bubble bath, afta this I’m getting a full service massage with happy endin’. Val … He’s been treating me real good. I ain’t had to work since I got hurt. He’s been taken care of me, giving me anything I wants. I’m just enjoyin’ being pampered for a bit.” Angel let the sincerity of his words fill his voice.
“We miss you.” Charlie said. “But as long as your happy …”
Angel sighed and sunk down deeper into the water. He missed them too. The longer he was here, the more he started to believe maybe Val had changed, that his good behavior wouldn’t end. Could he risk it to see his friend? “I’ll come back tonight. I gotta help Val at the studio but I’ll come back ta the hotel afta.”
“Oh, Angel, you don’t have to do that,” Charlie started back tracking. “You should enjoy your time off.”
“Charlie, I’m doing it. I’ll see ya all later.” Angel said, ending the call on Charlie’s protest.
Angel finished his bath and got that massage because he was damn tense now and needed it. When Val got back from his morning meetings Angel was going to talk to him, but he brought cannoli’s. Angel’s mother would kill him if he started a fight with someone offering cannoli’s. So, Angel sat in his lap and ate his treats like a good boy, giving lots of praise to Val before showing his appreciation with his body.
It wasn’t until they were heading down to the studio that Angel got up the courage to talk to Val about him leaving. “Val, umm, Charlie called me today.”
“Oh?” Val looked at him with an unreadable expression. Was he about to get angry? Angel couldn’t tell. “Anything I should worry about?”
“No, it’s just … She want’s me ta come visit. I told her I’d come over afta work.” Angel’s voice was shaky with his nerves.
Val smiled at him. That was an unexpected response. “Visit? I thought you were living there.”
Fuck. He slipped. He didn’t mean to let on that he was seeing the penthouse as home again. That was to much, it was to soon. Some of his panic must have shown on his face because Val laughed and kissed him. “You don’t need my permission to visit your friends.”
Angel relaxed and kissed him back, melting into him. “I might be gone for a few days.”
“You’ll come back though?” It wasn’t an order, it was a question, like he wasn’t sure.
“I can’t stay away.” Angel pressed his body against Val’s. He wondered if he might be able to talk the man into taking a day off and going back up to their bed. Or … better yet. “What say we make our own video ta get ya through the lonely nights.”
Val’s look turned downright predatory. “You take such good care of me.”
Angel giggled as Val picked him up and carried him the rest of the way to the studio. They filmed their video before anything else got done. After Angel was satisfied, for now, he went to clean up and get dressed. It was only at that point he noticed he had spent the last three days naked. The most he had bothered to put on was a robe while in studio. It felt weird to be in clothes again, restrictive.
Once he was ready to go, he went back to the studio to say goodbye. He didn’t need to, but he wanted to. He waited for a break in filming before going up to Val and climbing into his lap, kissing him. The kisses were soft and easy. He just kept stealing kisses, building up the strength to leave.
“Ready to go?” Val eventually asked him.
“Yes.” He said while shaking his head no.
Val chuckled and grabbed Angel’s hips to pull him closer into his lap. “Could I convince you to stay?”
Angel whined and nuzzled his face into the fluffy fur at Valentino’s collar. “It wouldn’t be hard. But I really gotta go.”
He could feel Val’s disappointment without having to look at his face. But he let Angel go without a fight. “Would you like a ride?”
Angel beamed up at him, nodding. He would take any excuse to spend more time with Val right then.
It only took a few minutes to wrap up things on set. Angel soon found himself in Val’s limo, on the way to the hotel. He had taken another pill to try and calm his nonsensical nerves on the way down. He really shouldn’t be surprised that he found himself in Val’s lap again, desperately trying to get the mans pants undone. They both moaned as he finally managed to get them open and pulled Val’s arousal out.
Angel had forgone any panties when getting dressed and was now praising his forethought. He got himself quickly lined up and sank down onto him in one smooth move. He knew the perfect fast and hard pace that they both loved, that he was craving right then.
Angel kissed Val hard, cutting his lip on the mans sharp teeth. He ignored the sting and the slight coppery taste to the kiss. Val’s pheromones filled the small space in the limo, making Angel’s head spin. Val’s wings unfurled and wrapped around them, his claws grabbing Angel’s hips and slamming him down harder. Val’s mouth moved to Angel’s neck, biting and sucking on the skin there. He was trying to leave as many marks as he could. Marking Angel as his for anyone that was close enough to see.
Val was getting close to his climax, his tight self-control slipping. With a slight shift to his hips, Val was pressing into Angel’s prostate with each thrust. He cried out and arched his back. “I’m close. Please, Papi, I want ya ta fill me up.”
Val growled lowly. Something silky smooth wrapped around Angel’s cock and started stroking him in time with their movements. It only took a handful of thrusts before he came, crying out Val’s name. He felt Val thrust deep inside him as he found his own climax.
Angel came back down to the world wrapped up in Val’s arms and wings. He was aware the man was using a silk handkerchief to clean up there mess. He had already used it to keep Angel’s cum off their clothes. Angel smiled and kissed his cheek at his thoughtfulness. He didn’t want to explain cum stained clothes to Charlie.
Clothes had just been put back into place when the limo came to a stop in front of the hotel. This was Angels last chance to say, “Fuck this” and go back home with Valentino. The other man was carefully moving Angel out of his lap, making sure that his legs were working before letting go of his hips.
“Two days. If I’m not back in two days, come rescue me.” Angel told him, leaning in for one last kiss.
“You still have a week off.” Val reminded him.
“I know.” Angel leaned his forehead against Val’s. Leaving was almost as hard as ripping a limb off. “Two days.”
“You have my word.” Val swore. He took a glass vial of his mysterious new drug out of his pocket and slipped it into Angel’s breast pocket. “Keep these safe from the Princess or her guard dog.”
Angel gave him another appreciative kiss. Val had to reach around him to open the door and give him a gentle push in that direction before Angel finally stepped out of the limo. He hugged himself as he watched Val drive away. It hurt so much more that it had any right too. He let the tears slide down his face.
When he finally turned around to go inside, he was greeted by the faces of Husk, Cherri Vaggie, and Charlie, waiting in the doorway. They all were giving him different looks of concern. It was Cherri that finally broke the awkward silence.
“What did that bastard do now!”