The rule of hell is that due to the power of overlords, sinners are never to traverse the other rings under any circumstances. Through the centuries of an endless eternity though, there have been some instances of eager souls who wished to trade their damnation to venture the rings. Though unfortunately, they quickly find out the same thing as many others before them: No miscreant - big or small - can find a loophole that doesn't end up with them being tied up to a stake in the doomsday district, fresh for the executioners to tear apart.

The three V's knew this, but as fresh blood to the hell pits, they foolishly believed that rules were made to be broken. It was not a matter of if, but when one of them would try to traverse the hell realms expand their reach; Valentino in this case beat them through knowing one thing: knowing how to make a… tempting proposition.

Mammon in the name of trying to upstage Lucifer made a robotic clown parade event just to sell merch of himself. Anyone with a brain could easily tell how poorly put together it was- made on a whim by mechanics with a gun to their head and duct tape placed with unholy prayers. Some floats quickly caused property damage that was very much ignored by the manic crowd.

On the furthest float in the back - the one made with the pure concept of 'excessiveness', the Heart Covered Moth talked with the Jester of Riches himself. His words of smoke and honey told only sweet lies to lure another into his entrapment.

“So lemme get tis' straight: ya want ta do a collab 'n basically give me 80/20 in exchange fawr me just slappin' you 'n yah bloody buddies on some advertising?" Mammon makes a few weird noises, clearly in disdain at the obvious ploy at his own deserved riches.

“The money I dont need, no Overlord in the history of hell has ever even been able to… control what is advertised from the pride ring you see." avoiding the slip up, he leans to lay an arm around mammons shoulder, leaning over to let the red smoke slowly spill out with more sweet falseness. “You seem like the type of demon who doesn't like listening to the rules when it gets in the way of things they want…. Am I wrong Gringo?" Walking around the Giant Spiderman, he moved around his cigarette holder between his arms, spreading heart shaped smoke around the float, making Mammon breath in the lies. The Aussie Demon seems to have the insult go over his head (much to Val's mercy). Rather, he trades their domineering movement with slight confusion before furrowing his eyes, a wicked smile spreading as his thoughts recollect themselves to an amazing (smoke-induced) idea.

“Say luv, ya call yaself the bloody overlord of sex yer? I was gonnah make fizzy do it, but my inventors did make a very 'good as gold' ideah... would ya liyyke ta slap yah whore face on it? “

The Tall Moth's antenna flashed up, and before he could say yes, a green smoke tower to his right came out of nowhere, a porta potty that looked to be mardi gras themed with all the clown masquerade imagery all over it. It clearly has never been used yet, everything about it read completely fresh and just out the factory it was mass produced in.

Mammon moved to the side of it, tapping his cane to its side “This is the bloody chambah heavin' aptitude rayynbow maker! C.H.A.R.M for short!"

Valentino had to hide his cringe at the horrible name as Mammon puts his gloved hand on his shoulder,

“We keep this between us: ya get in, that thin' travels the bloody rings - specifically - ta events all ahround hell, just sell that body of yours like the good slut ya are 'n get money. The bloody place self cleans itself after use too! “

Val slightly tilts his head, looking at all the gaudy greens in slight discontent, “Did you have to settle on such a…"

The Clown-Hatted Demon fixed fiery eyes at Valentino, pissed at the assumed audacity of calling any of his ideas bad or not perfect in every single way.

“....such a amazing design, does this mean I have to-"

He gets cut off again as Mammon interjects “Wat? no, ya just cleaned out afder the bloody doawr closes. It's just for the bloody theme. It 'as othah stuff, too, but ya'll find out as ya use it."

“That all bein' said, we got a deal?"

He offers his hand, extremely eager to shake his new shareholder. Valentino was used to having sex on top of sex. In a day, he could suck 10 cocks while pumping 4 guys with ease, facefuck some poor sinner to death as they choke on camera, and still have the libido for 10 more scenes of nonstop slamfucking until his other director stops him from breaking a new actor completely (but at this point, thats just a suggestion, no one stops him when hes in a fucking mood). Yet something about going to other rings for it scares him… his beating heart is stopped by common sense. He is one of the strongest overlords to ever walk the streets of hell; any hellborn will bend the knee if they push him too far. Maybe he will make them intoxicated on his spit, gape a hole in, before kicking them out. He doesn't have to keep his end as long as his… lovely benefactor doesn't know.

In his world, nothing could hurt him, holding slowly inching his smaller hand into the chubby king's grasp in a firm shake.

Speaking ever-so-sweetly, he moved towards the door, looking back at Mammon one more time “You have yourself a deal Gringo~ I can't wait to prove your invention a success.. Daddy~."

As he puts his hand onto the handle, some sort of green force pulls him into the seat; the fresh scent of fragrant flowers chokes his antenna as his knees spread out, becoming tied up by heart-shaped belts

“HUH?"

Valentino tries to move his legs, but the heaviness of magical force holds him still; looking at the deal maker who looks just as baffled as he does.

“Ah damn, it shouldnt av done that yet, the bloody kinks are bein' warked out-"

Val's clothes poof entirely into green smoke, leaving him only with some pair of purple sneakers that do nothing to cover the rest of his lustful physique.

C.H.A.R.M begins to emit green smoke, activating itself as the occupant is assumedly ready. Clearly humming out a whirr to signal is soon departure from the pride ring.

That's when the facade snapped, he didn't sign up to be the tied up bottom, he quickly barks out- echoing his voice in complete anger at being thrown to the wolves.

“GET ME THE FUCK OUT THIS INSTANT, THIS WASNT THE DEAL"

“Ah thats easy~"

His fingers smash into each other with a-

Snap

………….Nothing

Snap-snap

Mammon confused at his magic stares at his fingers

“....aw bloody hell, I forgot ta tell-" Valentino can't hear the last part as he was whisked away.

Wrath Ring

Oh course he was unlucky enough to have the porta potty first travel to some sort of fertility festival in the wrath ring. The Farm village is covered in Unholy Maypoles and Imps going at it with bloated balls to pump dry into wombs. The moment the porta potty appeared in the center of it, three small imps only needed to take one look at the Captive Moth and his giant pecs to assume he was some sort of hermaphrodite who the imp among them will be able to breed.

Quickly everything about their friendship, life, and stories are thrown out the window, the 2 month long celibacy has them stir crazy to pump anything full.

Valentino's voice echoes as he ends up having to speak above their fighting dust cloud

“GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, BEFORE I BREAK EACH OF YOU TWIGS WITH MY COCK" his straps only tighten as he struggles more in anger, even despite his great power, it was like the machine was sucking his energy to resist.

The flash of green energy gets the four imps to stop fighting.

“ooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOHHHHH he must be a gift from Mammon!"

“Is it some sort of new campaign, where's the papers to sign?"

Quickly running around the stall, one of them comes back to the opening, “There is none, it's a gift, A GIFT FOR THE FESTIVAL!"

The imps rip off their clothes, each of the three having large pieces of cockmeat just pulsating to be pleased. Val could think just visible clouds of musk from each of them.

Oh no.

…

Valentino feels some force keeping his jaw from biting down on the corrupted shaft lodged in his throat, the imps also use his hands, and thick hips to vent their sexual urges.

Some of the small claw hands violently spanked his rear in random intervals, "Fuck yeah, watch that ass shake!" He could only angrily grunt into the hell-made gag of a cock choking his throat, feeling his body being groped and toyed with like he was a sex-doll made just for them.

Some of the imps were pumped and played with as Val used both of his arms to pump their musky shafts, with how silky and fat their loads are, his fingers almost got stuck multiple times in their urethras before their cum rockets shove him out, spraying him with more demonic seed.

Somehow all the deepthroating almost activates his gag reflex, but nothing comes out beyond the sound of him slobbering more on the giant road in his mouth, inch by inch it moves deeper, feeling each of those strings of pre going straight to his stomach, it felt sickening how it was like some demonic glue sticking to parts of his throat.

“Fuuuuck man, this is the best!"

The third imp took his ass after it was thoroughly slapped and marked, playing with Valentinos exhausted balls and kissing his shaft, he had to stand on a makeshift stool to reach a good pounding angle.

GHK GGGH, GUUUU GHK..!

Valentino badly wants this to stop, they are not going at his beat, each and every one of them are going at a different rhythm- making it hard to try to sink into the pleasure.

Val could only think to himself 'Fucking Bastards! They smell like my set after a muskplay scene, this guy in my mouth hasn't even washed this musky fuckstick, it's like I'm choking on sweat!' The slamming of fertile balls makes his eyesight almost hazy, choked up on the heavy scent of farm odor.

'D-damnit, this body isn't fresh blood, why am I so... .tired from some… eager.. studs..'

Valentino begins to slowly black out as the movement of his body rocks him into sleep.

Hours Later

Valentino moans tiredly in his sleep, his bloated cum belly bouncing as the 3rd imp pounds with wild abandon, the other two sitting around the tired Valentino- rubbing their cum rods at their job well done.

His pecs were fondled to the point that milk sprayed on his chest, his man-tits being grabbed and pulled so tightly made him fear that he might actually just got knocked up somehow.

The slutty moth is just out of this world to the lustful advances of the imp-hands, each of them taking terms to suck into his chest tits for milk in order to ensure the fertility festival is successful. The feeling of them sucking in a rhythm between each teat making him actually moan in pleasure- giving a cum covered smile of joy as his tongue lay out his mouth.

The moth-red spit drips onto the toilet seat, sweetly whimpering as the 4th imp comes inside of him for the 9th time.

“Fuuuuuuck, man this is amazing" the third imp only takes a pause before continuing, getting Val to cry out in a needy whimper as he's pounded again.

“Comn man we gotta go soon." One of the imps looks at him as they push out a string over Valentino's fluff

“Aw man…. Fine, just one more, ok?" Driving themselves deep, they push the Moth's legs up, drilling Valentino's hole while squishing their cum belly onto their small body.

“Oooooh yes….. Uuuuaaaa…"

Valentino mumbled in his sleep from time to time, happily whining to the delicious feeling of phallus hitting his prostate, the sweet moans only making the pressure of his bowels get tighter. Eventually, the last imp cums for a final time.

“Finally… phew… worked up a sweat, alright let's go!" The three imps run off as the festival seems to be in full swing, green smoke begins to appear again signaling to the exhausted sinner that his journey was far from over.

Val doesn't wake up for a while, passing out from complete and utter exhaustion.

Lust Ring

Coldness, everything around him was coldly damp and unwelcoming. One's body can never get used to the feeling of being used like a sex toy and left to basically recover on their own terms, lazily sitting up, he notices the smell and mess of the imps were gone- inside and out. The only remnant of them was some sort of paper in a small hallway with their names… he didn't see that before.

He can't look for himself, the heart belts keep his legs apart, looking at the camera up in the corner- the moth angrily leers, “I know you're in there, Vox, I swear if you just stand back and let this happen you're going to figure out the joys of WATERBOARDING."

There was no response, some sort of static called back, whatever it was, help isn't coming anytime fast. All he was left to do was to think of all the times he put Angel in porn sets like this, his star- his muse- his EVERYTHING.

He has to admit now that maybe consent does have ... .some… merit, only when it's not him who's having to offer their delicious pleasure tunnel to demons.

As his thought finishes, the door opens up again, the tired captive has a hard time even keeping his eyes open as a rainy cityscape presents itself, Val can only make out dots of light in the distance due to not bringing his glasses. It almost felt like he'd been dosed with something, their heavy exhaustion making them doze off quickly into the rainy ambience.

Wanting to drift in this microsleep bliss, the Pimp only comes to as soon as he feels his tongue get slurped into someone's throat, violently getting swallowed for his spit as a person kneeled on his body, choking their deep gasps until waking up with a jerk.

……Absolute Stars, words could not describe the three red men who all lurked around him, each of them rippling with sweet muscle, faces that could drag the camera, and even asses that can look absolutely delectable at any angle. Each in some sort of torn mesh or metal get-up that left little to the imagination.

“Mmmm how delicious~, hes finally up" The more pinkish red one backs off, the three of them giggle to each other as they surround the magically bound Mothman from every angle.

“Hey baby, you're pretty far from home, did you get lost~?" One of them spoke with such a deep tone it could vibrate bones if close enough, he inched closer, whispering deep into Valentino's antenna while slowly licking at his hairs.

“Or did you want to play with some real incubi that aren't those sluts who parade themselves to Ozzie?"

He didn't know the context of why they hated the demon of lust incarnate, but it took so much brain power to not yell out yes, his tongue having to be bit down harshly to not deny his common sense while the slicked haired leader let his saliva dribble all over his face.

“Oh silly me~, there's sex water in his spit, he must be some sort of porn actor, you a porn actor baby?" He childishly jeers his predicament while other two feel Valentino up, playing around with his body, gliding over his skin making the sinner shiver involuntarily. (He didn't know when he started to drool, but now it's getting all over him).

“F-fuck, you bitches are hungry as hell, just let Daddy out of his bind…he'll…m-make…you…" Why are his words getting harder to say? They get choked up by something in his throat while the three continue to toy around with his sexy muscles, tracing around the inches as they worshiped him.

“Of course we will free you~, the only question is if you're going to be a good boy." Valentino once again trembles, mouth drooling, before his mouth betrays him:

“Ill be a good boy, I promise!"

He didn't say that. He would never say that. These fuckers are doing something to him, indirectly pushing him into obedience… but he can't lie and say it didnt feel good to give into it.

The three chuckle to themselves as with a snap, all of their clothes were off.

They continued deeply whispering into his ear hole “I'm Travis, a pleasure boy."

His buddy on the sideline licks at Valentino's nipple, almost entranced before knocking out of his haze as he looks up, “Emile."

And the final one stood over the two and Val, even in the small space, they demanded attention,

“And I'm Jacklyn, and you're going to be our little pet. Don't break on us, we have a lot we need to teach you… and oooh so little time~"

Fuck…their trying to… train….him

His thoughts are suddenly spaced out as well.

“S-sssst….ssst…..ooo…"

His brain is collapsing, he can't…..think…

He….needs to….

…needs to…

…needs……………………to….

…

….all the pain in resisting ceased. He has to please them with every inch of his body… what he was thinking didn't matter anyway.

“Good boy…" Valentino sucks at Travis's right nipple, silently submitting to his new masters, cock was slurped at both sizes by hungry incubi who help themselves to his stunned state. The back of his head held softly by the careful blue plump-lipped incubi.

When he comes, he can only help but to whine into daddys nipple, spurting cum all over them, helping themselves to the sweet feast offered to them, muscles tighten involuntary as it feels like his heart stops from how much is being pumped in his cock to keep it erect.

“Cumming so much for us, so good, I'm so proud of you, does feeding your daddies make you happy?"

Whining happily, Valentino's free legs only stayed spread apart for him to allow the three to use his body however they pleased, happily crying as they rub their hands all over his body like ice on bare skin.

“I think he's cumming more on the idea you actually make milk Travis, kinda sad he didn't resist a little bit more.." Emile chuckles to himself, laying on the opposite side of him, rubbing his back and groin while their new pet slurps away loudly at the blue incubi's nipple.

“He can't even help himself anymore. Look how happy he is about being with us. Mmmmm you treat us so well~"

Valentino forgot why he wanted to escape so badly, he only wants to be taken care of in the sweet hands of the three, mumbling out incoherently as he feels some sort of soft drill like appendage enter inside of him. With each roll of their body, Valentino's figure becomes indented by the odd fuckmeat, their hips moving in odd motions that graze his prostate perfectly in different areas, causing yelps and grunts that get slobbered out into Travis's man breasts.

“I can't wait any longer, he just looks too cute~, I just wanna stuff him with cum!" Jacklyn's pig pecker dives itself into his sweet hole, Travis drooling hungrier at the sight of his baby boy getting his cheeks loudly plapped by the de facto leader.

Pulling Val on top of him, he moves to pull him into a heated makeout as he slowly inserted his girthy horse pole while holding Val up on his own like an otter carrying their pup in water. “That's our boy~, taking cock like a champ, just relax."

With one pump, the huge schlong speared his hole, with the second, the medial ring slipped in, tightly holding onto his pet as their cock caved their hole out with perfect abandon. It was almost impossible after the 5th hilt from a perfect sex demon that the Moth lost himself to the pleasure.

Valentino yelps out, almost animalistically “YES, PLEASE MORE, I WANT MORE!"

Getting silenced by a light slap to the cheek by the heart nippled demon, “Naughty boy, who told you to scream?" Emile giggles while moving their hand over the moth's head and jaw, holding it shut while his orca dick wraps around his neck, gently squeezing it shut as Val's arms go all over the place. His body on its own tries to grip onto the muscles of the incubi trio, wishing to apologize for his horrible mistake, how could he dare think that he was allowed to speak? Emile was just doing his job, somehow, the cock kept getting tighter- the whale willy only pulsating from Moth Sluts warmth- the very tip smearing pre all over his cheek before digging into his mouth, wiggling its way to the back of his throat.

From the dual penetration, Valentino was cumming over and over again onto the ceiling while making chokes cries of joy, unable to even control his movements anymore as from time to time he spasms, hole sucking onto his owners tightly as they stuff him up with pre.

Somehow, they seem to look even sexier, glistening in his cum they only grow hotter and hotter as his punishment went for hours, anytime his arm went towards his cock it was held to the wall, unable to pleasure himself while they did their job. He didn't need to touch it; he shouldn't need to.

“Ready for your reward Mr. Fluffybottom~?"

Emile's cock unwraps itself, letting Valentino breathe air again, the man tries to take deep gasps in, only to feel his body once again move on its own, pushing out the remaining air to make a desperate plea of desire.

“Y-yes, please!" He falls on top of Tarvis's body, barely even conscious as everything feels like it's spinning

The shafts inside of him stop all at once, slowly pulling themselves out as the three pump their hefty cum guns at his body, he ends up covered in some of the most thick and smelliest cum he could imagine as each of them sprayed his entire body head to toe with different combinations of pure incubi cum. If Val has pupils, they would have rolled over in bliss, crying out happily as he's covered liberally with so much stud glue that any porn actor he's previously worked with would be put to shame.

And then...Jacklyn, even after Emile and Travis pulled out, both laid to his sides, watching as the sweet talking pet-talker dived back into Val's hole- that's already heavy globs of pre-cum from the moment both of them were pulled out- their virility was nothing to joke about.

"We aren't done till my balls are empty, hope you enjoy me cumming in your guts for half an hour Mr Fluffybottom, really appreciate your mancunt sucking me in~."

Satisfaction... everything Val has done in hell has been to satisfy his own desires of flesh. In an industry that he has to navigate, growing extremely close to others to the point of dependency is the quick way of becoming a whore who only knows how to agree to cocksucking for all eternity.

So, why... why is his heart burning with desire as his nipple plasters bounce from every sloppy thrust this incubus made into his ruined hole? He doesn't even think he can't get rid of this smell, or even this scenario gripping his mind. It seems the two other incubi catch on to his philosophy- switch and fight to give him kisses. Wetly pulling his mouth between them to suck on his tongue before allowing the other to do the same, over and over again as shivers roll through his body. Just slurping at his face as he learned to keep his mouth open for his new... masters.

Such.. a sweet title... for almost a half hour, the two played with his body as Jacklyn continued to grunt and spray his cumbelly with more cockslop, inflated to the point that it comes out of the sides of his hole like a pressure washer whenever it finds a opening to escape. The Pig-dicked Incubi merely laughs at the feeling of Val's body trying to eject his seed, staring at how Valentino submitted to all three of their wills like it was nothing.

Val desperately pulls back from Emile, as hungry as he was for his sweet taste, he needed to tell these three about his studio, about everything he can offer them, anything they could want could be wherever they pointed those beautiful cocks of theirs.

But, that was when Jacklyn eventually pulls out, his cumtool finally spraying its last few drops as it unplugs his hole, spraying the putrid smelling cum all over the place while he could only stare, Emile seemingly sad at him not giving him his mouth.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... needed that after over 1000 years, comn fellows, this one has helped me think of ways for getting back at the head bitch of the lust ring." Jacklyn doesn't even clothe themselves again as their arms go behind their head, walking outside with a carefree posture as the other two follow casually like routine.

"Whatever…" Emile sorrowfully spoke before a loud cry got the trios attention again

“W-wait….please! I'll do anything, I'm a lust overlord in the pride ring, name your price, I'll give you everything!" Valentino tries to lift himself up only to fail and go backwards, his body completely sapped of all its energy.

“Sorry Mr. Fluffybottom, fun time is over, you were nourishing though!" Emile childishly waves to him as Valentino in his weakened cum-brain state tries to follow after them. All he manages to do is hit the floor of the potty and make it halfway before realizing how empty he feels and how he can't live without it long enough to chase after them.

His hole and cum belly are gone, the potty cleans whatever trace his new ex-lovers left for him. Even the clothes they left are all gone.

He's so, fucking, hungry... he needs cum, his fists cant fill him so sweetly the way those two hit his prostate.

......He needs to make a better example for the future patrons, this isn't how he wants them to go, next time he will drain so much cum from them that their balls will fall off.

He needs it... the schlick sounds his two fists made in his hole only sated his drool. He needs this.

The belts unbuckle in response to his complete submission to his new role.

Greed Ring

SLAM

A young Mafioso slams the door of the mysterious porta potty, hearing the sound of people running by, the guy once again found himself being unable to pay back loan sharks. Another family and connection down the drain for the sake of his own life. He didn't know why he thought hiding at a concert would be the best place.

When he thinks the coast is clear, he goes to grab the door handle, it wouldn't budge, he tries just opening it like a normal door. It didn't move at all, whatever force he applied to it just bounced off.

“Well Chaz look at what scenario you're in now, stuck in some random porta party unable to… escape…"

It was then his narration to himself cuts off when he noticed the small hallway, with nowhere else to go, he hugged the wall, slipping into what looks like some small chamber, there was no way this was the same porta potty he ran into for shelter.

“Holy shit, what kind of magic is this?"

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…. These toys just don't do me anything anymore…. Real cock is not replaceable to someone like me."

A sultry voice called out from another small room called out, bending over, they walked through the doorway and walked toward Chaz, the steam of hot water dripping off their body as some sort of large dildo fell out of them with a heavy thud. They wore some latex gear that covered their arms and some sort of hat with nothing else.

That huge toy has seen better days, the shark boy gulping at the sight of pure raw lust staring him down. Trying to recompose himself, he recognizes Val's face

“H-holy shit, are you that porn director?"

“You know of my work darling? Then you know I'm going to make you feel good."

“U-uh.." Chaz was absolutely out of his element with how forward and obviously cock hungry… or rather… dick malnourished the former porn director. The Moth stood over him with his tall body, enveloping Chaz to let him sample each of his muscles from the chest to his well versed legs.The Mothsluts four delicately strong arms encircle Chaz as he's pushed into his fragrant-yet musky chest fluff.

“I'll let you do…. Whatever your naughty brain wants to do… and in return, I want you to fuck me like a sex doll." His mouth drools at the last part, almost growling a command of desire.

“I-i mean.. I got a ….big dick…." It's hard to try to crack jokes at this point in time.

“Good thing… the last few people… let's just say, werent up to my standards."

Chaz's eyes seem to notice in the hallway again the small board with numbers, noticing the thing was covered head to toe with a bunch of demon customers - each one more cum covered and dead looking than the last. He can feel his member shriveling inside himself, imagining trying to please a cock slut who seems completely driven insane to orgasm.

He feels drops of something in his hair, looking back up slowly to see Valentino drooling animalistically over him, his neck is grabbed tightly before he could continue speaking.

“OoooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooh FuuUUuuuuuuUUUUuuuuUUUUck" Is the only thing Chaz can say over and over as his life force was practically milked out of his shark cocks. He just leans back onto the wall and takes the onslaught of cock-flute playing as the overlord devours it over and over again, slurping every single drop of his alabaster jizz while taking him deep.

He's left merely babbling, he couldn't get the pants to his ankles before Val pounced on him, his clothes only getting musty with his own sweat- stuck to his body from how much his body was trying to cool down.

“I do admit, normal sinner loads in the pride ring doesn't really have a good taste, but you… what do you call it.. 'Loan sharks?' have some amazing tasting cum."

He casually pumps it with a lubed-up hand, letting the tip of his tongue trace over Chaz's manhood

“It's so manly tasting, something you can't just wash down, it just sticks in your mouth like caramelo, I just can't help myself to just want more and more of it~"

Chaz feels another load of schlong jelly pump itself from his balls. Even despite talking, Valentino makes sure to swallow every drop. His other two hands fisting his hole to keep it well full.

"the way it goes down the throat.... it's too addicting for words to describe."

“Wh…wha…whwh….wwhhww…"

“Hmmmm? Speak up darling"

“Sloooooooow down man! I'm gonna be empty before I can get.......... in you!" Chaz is able to take deep breaths again as the mind blowing head finally ends

“Satan on a stick man… I thought I was gonna pass out, hold on..I wanna take a video…"

“You better hold it steady…"

Chaz's blocky phone opens up his Envee, deciding to take a video of the porn director loudly slobbering and sucking his cum out of him while moaning.

He ends up having to spend 30 minutes on making the caption as Valentino refused to listen to his pleas, sucking him tightly again, only managing to send his story titled 'Wish you were here' to Moxxie and Millie before going limp again.

"10 seconds without your cream in my mouth and I'm thirsty again, I hope your balls still have some left to share, I think maybe 5 more fat wads of it will really keep me steady."

The Fat-Cheeked cocksucker intertwines his tongue through his two cum-utters, the aphoristic spit getting everywhere on the shark's groin, speaking to himself about how delicious his milt was in his mouth and stomach. Dribbling it around in his mouth before swallowing any drop that comes out of him. "Just the salty aftertaste after it goes over the roof of my mouth~ its almost like two sea-candy flavors from both your cocks"

It takes Chaz's whine of fear to snap him out of his cum hungry stupor for a moment

“Oh sorry mi amor, I guess I was focused too much on wood sucking."

“..............................."

"Well... how about I show you how much I enjoy your tips?"

"W-wait....pleaaaase" Chaz tries crying out only to feel Valentinos breath on his tips, kissing both of them interchangeably, licking his tongue over the already exhausted muscle that kept spurting out globs over his kissing lips.

With a deep sigh of satisfaction, the now messy faced moth licks the sides, making loud kissing noises while his spit spills all over Chaz's pants. "Is this the part where I kiss the groom and live happily ever after? Because I'm smitten"

"...no....plu....uh.....uuuuuu..."

Whenever he tries to go into the comfort of unconsciousness, he feels Val take one of his cocks down into his throat, rubbing the other one while looking up at him, he even kisses the tip again as if to show him that he's sorry that he has to keep him awake to play with him.

The way he just does such dirty kisses with his pleasure rod makes even the horndog ex-loanshark stir, he's supposed to be a overlord pimp, yet here he is giving him world-ending head, how the mighty fall is the only thing repeating in his mind to try to keep any sense of sanity with this man.

"Oh but i'm stuck, who do I marry?" Val pumps his hands tightly on both of them, "This will be a telenovela at this point, I love both of you, it breaks my heart to have to pick one of you over the other... oh I know..." ,he smooshes them together, twirling his long tongue slowly around them in unholy matrimony. Hungrily, goes back to taking him all the way down his throat, moaning and laughing with cockmeat jamming mouth as if satisfied with the answer he came up with. Chaz can only whimper in pain as one more load is guzzled like water from Val's skillful mouth.

But eventually, Val stops, sadly it's not to give him a break, the Moth presents himself to Chaz, his lubed and leaking ass winking to him

“Sadly….."

Valentinos voice angrily echoed in the air “Im still hungry"

With his legs locked under Chaz's knees and his forearms grasping him tightly into his bodyheat, the lavender whore rode the man to kingdom come, his hole was tight as a virgin, loudly clapping his cheeks on top of his milked captive.

“I thought you had a big dick, guess you don't have the energy required to use it."

Chaz was already long gone, completely unconscious as his balls kept blowing the harshest slime wads into the Moths gut. Valentino somehow is able to keep this speed for 2 hours as the camera itself fast forwards, only showing the poor smaller top from time to time coming too and immediately blowing his awareness out by the 2nd Tadpole spreading as Val's asshole demands from him.

By the time it was almost over, Vals entire ass and thighs were covered in Chaz's shark cum, the two cocks spurting inside of him made him lose track of time. Looking at the blue-faced shark, simply chuckling as he slowly pulls his enveloping ass off the fat shark fucksticks.

“What an amazing fuck mi amor… but you need more training on how to last in bed. Lucky for you… I have all the time I need."

The last part somehow wakes Chaz out of his cum stupor, the man booking it for the door as Valentino holds him firmly, almost like a mother trying to cradle a crying child.

“Ssshhh ssshhhh, come here.."

“W-WAIT PLEASE, IM GONNA DIE IF YOU DON'T STOP"

“It will be a fun way to go~."

“WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO DIE?!"

Chaz is able to actually open the door, trying to scamper off into the greed ring again before he is harshly yanked back in

“I let the loves of my life leave me empty… im not letting it happen again, come here"

“NO- WAIT, PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP-"

Slam

On the outside, there wasn't even a bump or movement from the stall as it vanished into green smoke again.

Epilogue

“... so consider it a deal that after our 'property' of our group is returned, we will personally make sure to wipe any and all recordings Voxtek has of this… freak accident persay"

Before Mammon could try to speak again in any type of rebuttal, the porta potty appears again, the inventors standing around the predicted teleport sight, making sure to lock it in place

A small imp goes to open the door as a deluge of cum up to Val's ankles flies out, the Moth still riding a practically half-dead Chaz as both were covered head to toe in their cock milk.

Vox simply shows off the scene with his hand, clearly calling Mammon's bluff.

The Money Loving Showman sparks acid-green energy before mumbling to himself

“Weah do I sign?"

…

“Comn Val, this is why I told you to not make business decisions without me."

Vox carefully carries a cum covered Val in the alleyways back to the tower

“But I wanna cuuuuuum again…."

“Man that thing did a number on you, a few porn movies will definitely set you back on track… Mammon even offered his services as compensation for this mishap."

“..............uuuuhhh…" Valentino's hole drools heavy glops of shark cum

“.... you're also taking the 3 hour shower challenge Velvette showed me, you reek"

“Awwwwww….."

Mammons Bargain

Gluttony Ring

A porta potty poofs into existence at the edge of a party, an unlucky chubby imp happens to shy away from his friends and to cross it. Staring at the oddly decorated exterior, he goes to put his big fingers onto the handle in curiosity when…

CHA-CHING

“Congrats love! ya get ta.." Inside was a partially nude Mammon whose body even in their disguised form was vastly bigger in every way to the imps, his expression went from enthusiasm to pure contempt when he looked at the unassuming costumer, dressing him down with one look

“My first costumahs a bloody imp? ya don't even look liyyke yah packin' shit cunt! “ his other arms fly behind him, cutting off the head of a rolled up money cigar before huffing it down in almost one swing. The curious hellborn stared fearfully as they stood locked onto his face, almost afraid to make any single movement to displease him. The dissatisfied ringleader slowly leans down, going face to face, his eyes discontent at the person he has to service in order to get that damn blackmail destroyed.

With one hand, he grasps their face, tightly holding onto their cranium as they blow all the cigar smoke over them.

“I'm not bottomin' for a limp dick imp, i ask this undah protocol, but if i don't liyyke wat ya want ta do ta me…"

Growing closer, the imp holds back his coughs to not dare spit anything up in his face

“Lets just say ya better hope i don't find ya."

Quickly, the first customer shivers. His deep growl in his ear could make any hell-born tremble. He's being asked a question. He has to say something. He needs to! His words keep choking in his throat. The smoke and haze are making every thought of his fear. He wants to run, to get away, and apologize.

But… he knows if he does so, it's gonna get far worse for him.

Moving his lips, he tries forming a sentence “C-could, I…"

He feels Mammon's chin-hold on him lighten, the impatient ruler staring down at him

“Could you….I mean… maybe if… you were into that.. Maybe I could"

“Speak up."

Like word vomit, everything comes out at once, “COULD YOU SIT ON MY FACE PLEASE?"

Everything becomes a blur as soon as he is hit by another puff of Mammon's smoke.

…

Periodic wet ass clapping sounds off in the tight, enclosed space. The jump is forced into the closed toilet seat as Mammon rests his fat, meaty cheeks all over the smaller mans face.

The only thing that could be heard inside(beyond Mammon's disdain) was the sounds of the small imp crying out in pleasure as the clown's oversized bubble butt covered him in practically liquid gold sweat mixed with manly musk and the raw odor of a tycoon. With every slight movement, he feels himself getting dragged deeper into his warm embrace, he had to eventually give up on breathing anything but the hot air contaminated by the greedy musk of Greed Incarnate and learn to start learning how to take deep breaths, tongue out to lick his sweaty donut in submission.

The bewitched victim grows heart eyes as they rim at Mammon's giant donut, rubbing their body against him as time itself became non existent to their arousal.

Mammon himself had no words, simply just looking at his side, swiping at his phone while lifting his fat cheeks up in the air from time to time before slamming them back down with gusto. Even at times, he would shake his chunky cheeks left and right on the mesmerized man just to make sure they got the process done faster. From time to time, the imp's head got sucked into his upper body and into his greedy heat with a loud noise. He used his lower set of hands to pull him out before resetting and doing the same thing over and over again.

“Yah liyyke my arse that much? ya daks been shootin' ropes without pullin' yah trousers down fawr liyyke a hour, ya finished yet?"

Slowly lifting himself up, he looks back in dissatisfaction at the layed out him, completely braindead from the smelly clown ass and fully submitted to worshiping his posterior for the rest of his short life if he was even allowed. The sweet kisses to the air depriving assfat only get moderate grunts from Mammon only from how desperate he sounded.

“M-more p-please, I want to serve you.."

“Ye? well so does every othah fucker, i'm amazin' love"

The stranger's arms go to grab onto the fat of Mammon(having to wrap his arms which don't even get to his frontside), tightly holding onto him in admiration. The nameless partygoers' hands almost become lost in his chub.

“a lot of rilin' but not alot of payoff"

“H-how can I please you, I can please your ass I promise…"

Mammon sighs, holding his phone as he stands up.

“wip yah cock out"

The pants flew down to his knees, his smaller than average cock just barely popping out from his pubes

“................."

“I-im sorry, I can fit you if you want"

“Sure watevah…"

With his as presented, he shoves his arms as far as he can, making them into as fist as he pumps it into him firmly.

Mammon himself has to keep his bored composure as the arm was actually doing its job hiding the spot, even though he had to go elbow deep- it was pleasuring out a few grunts as green coke rose a little.

With a quicker pump, Mammon blows a few sad strings, faking out a bad orgasm noise, he looks even more like he wants this all to be done with.

“Theah."

“I'm sorry… uh…" The saddened top knows he wasn't satisfied in the slightest, quickly he wishes to pleasure him as to make him happy

“I'm alright with doing whatever you want if it gets you to cum hard, I-ill do anything, please!"

Big mistake.

“Anythin'?"

If the clueless partygoer had any shred of intelligence bouncing around in his skill, maybe he would have realized that the look on the 'clown bottoms' face was not one that was looking out for his safety.

“Y-yes, I want to serve you, I can't live a moment without you!"

“Fahkin' lucky ya love! I got just the bloody thin' for ya"

Mammon grabs the imp- holding him at the biceps to keep his arms down, sitting himself down in the sweaty spot that he forced the imp in.

“All yah moanin' 'ad me stahrvin' anyway, I reckon yah garn ta liyyke the bloody new place yah gonna ta live in."

The imp comes to their senses far too late, seeing Mammon's nude belly and anal hole glow his sigil as he uses two arms to pull and prod at his wet hole while the other two hold the imp in place. Struggling, they try to kick to no avail.

“NO-PLEASE DONT!"

“Im not gonnah eat ya, nah, i just think that if ya want ta be my 'one 'n only' yah gon' ta need, a few... adjustments “

“I reckon, im gonnah call ya Smokey afder all this yer? Maybe could use yah hole if i'm that desprayyte"

“But my names not Smokey!"

“Ya disagreein' with ME of all people? “

“T-that wasn't me-"

He gets cut off; the look in the Greedy King's eyes were full of only happy malice for what he planned to do

“Well, now I REALLY gottah teach ya a lesson in knowing your place!"

Face first; the imp flails his arms and legs, already stuffed at the shoulder of Mammon's hole; somehow, he feels that the environment inside of his ass has changed; some sort of magic is pulling him in, the hot hole almost like a sex object in itself for only a perverse crowd.

The camera gets to watch as Mammon leans back, still holding the poor captive while he struggles to latch onto anything; his greedy ass keeps sucking him in further, all while the Clown man fights a mental battle to keep him from going inside his sweet transformative cave in one clench. After all, he wants to really make them struggle a bit before finishing his plan, even if it be so inviting to do this in one tug.

His cock finally gets erect, dripping pre as he lowers his restraining grip to Smokey's wrists.

“Scream all yah want, i'm still gonnah do my thin' “

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH

It was almost like Smokey went into overdrive, the fear of what was happening making him try to push his feet onto the floor and yank himself out, but Mammon's grip merely gave him a few inches before nearly slingshotting himself to the knees.

When he hit Mammon's prostate, the King would deeply bellow out a moan as he slowly pulled them out, but it was merely false hope as the Clown simply let his hole suck him in again after he was almost out by the horns. All the slime and anal juice only made his struggles more futile as he was slicked up to the point he just slipped in and out like a living dildo.

The next few minutes were just Mammon holding the chubby guys' legs, letting them get enveloped in the new heat they were going to be plunged in. For himself, he took a few photos, even some videos about how he handles his 'adoring fans' who annoy the hell out of him, making sure the audience saw how much the imps life was stuck in his hands as at that point, Smokey was covered head to ankle in Mammon's sweet juices, he was merely one finger slip from being claimed by his magic rump and made brand new.

Quickly, Mammon pumps the completely helpless hellborns heavy body into his heat slowly, their curves and shakes only riling up their hole to embrace them, his hands only holding him by the ankles closer to the end, letting him feel like he's going to be let go only to yank him back out and do it all over again.

Smokey on the inside was somehow wrapped in what felt like a tight blanket. Mammon's insides smelled like copper and iron, and he could faintly hear the jingle of something over the king's digestive organs. The slippery tube made sure that any attempt merely ended with him slipping and sliding as his clothes vanished. He saw sigils all over his body show up, glowing various colors as the final phase began.

After about an hour of cumming hands free from his struggles, Mammon finally lets him make his final descent; letting go, the donut sucks him in with one slow slurp before his fat belly is indented with its new subject.

“Aw yeah…"

He rubbed his belly casually, tongue sticking out as there were kicks from the outside, bumps, and prods from the imp inside who didn't know when to quit.

With a few shakes of his belly, the sloshes of the transformative fluid makes Smokey's body tingle from the inside out.

Mammon takes a selfie, showing off the sigil on his belly along with the unwilling subject, at this point, Smokey was going to be his.

“Yah already too fahr deep, a shame ya can't be a pahrt of my fat... no, this is fawr somethin' fahr fahkin' different, 'n sadly... it takes a wile ta do, 'aven't done it since Babylon was a thin'.

The sigil on his belly glowed bright green as he laid back, cumming all over the door, keeping his legs wide open as his hole tightened with every jump from his balls.

Mumbling to himself, his head shoots up to the ceiling in ecstasy “Oooooh...bloody hell... I love it wen the blokes kick."

With a dopey smile, his cock still stands enormous, cumming from time to time without having to touch his meat. All the while, the violent kicks from inside him become slower, going to longer ones where the indents glide across his fat belly, almost as if it was being admired from the inside.

Smokey's body went from red to dark green, his cock growing ten sizes as his chubby body fat began to move itself to his ass and chest. His scars became stripes all over him as the sweat and fluids from Mammon churned and slowly shifted him; he couldn't resist it any longer; he was blessed by his new master with a new form to please him; he doesn't care if he ever used again, the fact he is always going to be an option is something of high honor his old self could never understand.

And to think, he hesitated.

After 2 hours, the sigil slowly vanishes, the door to the porta potty is covered in glops of cum as Mammon looked satisfied with himself.

Without any more taunts or words, he used one hand to reach into his giant hole to yank the marinated Smokey out of his incubation; for a moment, they stood still, the smell of the king's musk pulling at their neck until he was face to face with Mammons shiny hole again.

Only to be pushed away as Mammon rubbed his dirty feet into the imps face, all messy from the cum he spilled on his precious master.

"Ya betta do less sniffin' and more lickin' if ya want me to regard you as anything but a former nobody"

Without even a sound or vocal trill of agreement they slowly traced their tongue between his toes, before alternating to his other, making extra sure to lick any cum strings that tarnished his figure. Mammon merely smashed his face with his feet if he thought he was using too much teeth, smashing the back of their head into the door.

"I really bitched ya out, just look at cha' eating cum off my feet like its candy, you went from some dag to a root rat.... maybe there is some use for ya...." he contemplates to himself while the former imp moves their tongue over their soles. After such, he began to worship his absolutely perfect legs with kisses before eating his King out again, sucking at it before going to his apple-sized balls and then to his hefty cock, licking clean of any cum that got on him.

“I got one more patron ta meet with Smokey, yah ta head ta my factory 'n tell them Mam sent ya, if ya let any othah imp touch ya then don't bothah showin' me yah face again."

“Yes sir.. Will I be able to clean you up afterwards?"

“Crook' think on it mate."

Without a promise of touching him again, Smokey was sent out of the porta-potty and back to the party he was at. Without a word from his friends, he left for the Greed Ring.

Sloth Ring

A Bird demon leaves the hospital, happily eating some bread they had in the cafeteria.

“Man, I really got myself in a bind…"

He spoke to himself, trying to get back home when-

CHA-CHING

Mammon didn't even bother with a pitch, merely grabbing whoever was outside the door and yanking them in, this time, the bird was yoinked through hedges in front of some nurse on his break.

“....woooooah….. Do bushes like….. Eat people now?"

He sort of stared in awe before forgetting why he was there.

…

“Look, I av' ta shag two random people of lowah status for film ta appeayse a deal, im not yah fuckin' toy, im not garn ta be yah one 'n only, 'n most importantly, if yah dick is fahkin' tiny liyyke the bloody last bloke, i'm just garn ta reduce ya ta atoms. “

The guy stared up in fear, almost having no words to say as Mammon lectured him

“Uhhh…"

“Was your brain dropped on the sidewalk? WHIP IT OUT"

Way to set the scene.

“Okay jeez!"

Mammon was about to continue when he got to see how low the man had to drop his pants for his unerect cum gun to breathe air, almost shocked.

“Uh…is this enough? Sorry it's just hard to get into any mood when you make it seem like you don't even want to be-"

“Afder the bloody day i've 'ad, I need this."

“Oh- ok then uh, you can…OOOOOOOOOH"

Mammon pumps his striped tongue all over the bird 13 inch womb breaker, slurping angrily at it to try to get the guy hard, but all he was really doing was sort of drooling on it.

“Uh…. Mammon sir.. Not to try to tell you how to do things but, you're kinda making a mess."

“Ya sayin' my heads not good as gold?"

“Well, it can become as good as diamond if you-"

Squeak

Mammon's hand squeezed his neck tightly

“Ya got a lot of gob for sum' nobody"

He spoke in choked breaths

“I just mean…you can enjoy it if we try….something else?"

“Listeniiiiiiiin'"

…

“J-just smash the two of your pecs together…. And try licking the tip."

Mammon begins to stuff the bird's cock in between his man-tits, almost curious at what they're getting at as their tongue wraps around their head, immediately he can feel the thing grow bigger as he rubs his fuzzy orbs all over his pecker.

“You're really good at this for a first try."

“Shaddup."

The rough titjob only causes the bird's member to pulsate and tingle, staring shyly at him from time to time in hopes he would get into it, eventually realizing that it was just going to be a hatefuck... something needed to change things fast.

"So.... since this is obligated, would it be fine if I could degrade you a little?"

The King's striped tongue seemed focused on sucking his tip, giving him a sort of silent compliance as he did not vocally object. To be able to have such power over him... he needs to ease his way around this ticking time bomb.

"I-i bet other people haven't been able to satisfy your hole, you're starving for me."

"Ya got that right. At this point jus' lemme ride ya and-"

"No, I don't think we will be doing that."

Interrupting him, he stands up, a few strands of pre getting on the Clowns face

"What you need to do is get yourself in a jockstrap, maybe even bind those big hands of yours behind your back, then ill satisfy your mancunt"

Mammon was about to nip this behavior, but his calloused hands merely pause midway before he mumbles under his breath, presenting himself by holding his legs up as well as his branded jockstrap.

"You better pray that cock is as good as yer gobbin' luv, last person before you found out the hard way of what it means to leave me dry"

With the dry threat, the hellborn puts his hands onto Mammon's inner thighs.

Gripping tightly on his fat he moves it around while presenting his appendage to his hole. "The names Donovan, and I can assure you, I know my way around the bedroom, all you need to do is play along and enjoy the power of dominance you have allowed me in this space."

With a roll of the hips, he stuffs Mammon with his full length in one go, the clowns belly bulges with the cockhead as their body gets smushed into the door as they get slamfucked. Don's cock practically hits his prostate over and over again leaving the King of Greed with no complaints, simply trying to muffle themselves with some restraint

But sadly, it was short lived.

Out of his throat loudly escapes his inner turmoil "fffffffUUUUUUCK, JUST BANGER STROKES" followed by his short grunts, all four of his hands end up clawing anything nearby to brace for how violently his sweaty hole was being jackhammered.

"You like getting long dicks like a whore?" Donovan practically jumps onto his back, using the man's chub as a grip hold as he goes to absolute town. With every thrust, Mammon is slowly pushed down into the floor, knees buckling into themselves while his fat body jiggles hypnotically for the camera.

"F-fuck yeeeaa, whatever it takes for you ta do your thing" Giving into it, The bird bookwriter keeps continuing, knowing now that his defenses for jabs at him are at a all time low as long as he keeps hitting his prostate.

"All you ever do in the day is get fat off others' hard labor, it was time someone put you in your place don't you think?"

"Y-yea..." The chubby slut was half listening, the sounds of his fat cheeks pulled him in delirium.

"Cum in that jockstrap all you want, you don't deserve to touch yourself until i'm finished creaming your hole with cum slop"

The eager submissives face was now on the bathroom floor, simply keeping his ass high up as his balls and cock painfully begged to be pumped in his hands, his grunts and whines only get louder at the minute as he doesnt care at all about the video of him anymore, his two hands gripping onto the birds ankles.

That was then when he felt a harsh bite to the back of his neck that caused his entire body to freeze up and pump out liters of cum, his crotch and inner thighs only getting messy from his cum.

The loud wheezing and hollering afterwards was almost like a dying animal, Don couldn't hold back, with no warning, he thrusts as deep as he can, Simply one jump of his ordinary looking balls has extended the Kings belly, another one making him spit out his fat wads, and the third spraying all over his lower body, claiming him in every which way. The next shots were yanked out and spilled all over the Greed Prince's back, covering him in some 'lower class's' cum as he recovers.

"Not gonna lie, you were pretty fun, a shame it came to an end so quickly, but you made all of this far too fun."

He tries to walk over him, going to put his hand on the handle when one of Mammon's arms tightly grabs his wrist, tossing him violently into the toilet seat.

At first, fear struck his heart, there was no way he was going to be let go after all the trash he talked about, but then, he realized Mammon was licking his cock clean with a scheming face

.

"Who said the fun was over luv? Yer balls ain' empty, then my job ain' done, sit your feathered ass on that seat while I drain ya."

Mammon goes to sit him down, spreading his cheeks apart and showing off to his tight cum-leaking hole for the feathered man to plow him, almost instantly, the larger man cries out loudly as his legs buckle. Over and over again, the smaller man pounds his prostate, crying out joyfully while Don stands up, grabbing onto his man tits.

"Just such a snobbish guy, are you sure you're the king of greed? You should just be the King of Whores"

The only response back was an angry growl that slowly turned into a lustful cry, getting himself covered in his cum by holding onto him made the space far more sticky and warm, Blowing another fat load that nearly covers the entire ground in a very low level of cum.

"You're jus' a fuckin' faucet.... "

"Maybe you should drink my tap water if you're thirsty from all your crying."

Don slowly yanks himself out, green smoke covering his cock before Mammon tightly grips onto it

"Nope, no hands, your utters again if you please, this time with feeling."

The cum covered clown smashes each tit with two hands, enveloping them in his fuzzy warmth

"Absolutely outta' this world, yeah?"

"I'm sorry, did you want my cum or did you just speak when not spoken to?"

Don feigns dissatisfaction, Mammon sinisterly laughing at his audacity.

"Ya know, it's kinda funny this kink of yers is, I ain' goin' silent any time soon, buuut...."

Don is almost confused as Mammon moves his face into his, feeling the sharp tongue stuff itself inside of him as he was practically fighting to breathe in his kiss.

A trail of spit separated them as he continued his speech, "Yeah, I'm gonna make ya pay by leavin' your balls hurtin'."

"I'd like to see you try."

"You should know betta than to test me."

Mammon's tongue lathers out, almost consuming all thirteen inches as it wraps and spins around him at irregular angles. He hear the clown giggle as his four arms keep Don restrained, the next few minutes was just pure heaven, the way he can move his tongue while sucking him at the same time had his balls squeezing out his baby batter by the second, watching as he simply slurped it up and ate it without stopping would put fear in him if it weren't for how focused he saw he was while doing it, letting his guard down just to please him.

Finally after 10 minutes, he's able to think again as the tongue sucking stops

"Im horny for loads again, keep this pucker hard."

his daunting figure stands up tall again, hotdogging his length, holding fingers to spread himself out

Mammon at that moment just cracks.

“Yeah, ya lyke my arse swallowin' yah cock?"

"Fuck yeah, take it all, im gonna make you 10 pounds heavier"

With a cackle, the Size King lays his figure down, slamming himself down, not caring at all about how dirty he was or even the camera, whenever Don cums, he merely leans back with a sharp smile, feeling as his insides get inflated by warm sticky cum before slamming himself again, if it weren't for this porta potty being magical he would have broke it from how seriously he was trying to break Donovan's pelvis.

"Almost dry yah? why don't you an' me get more acquainted afta this?"

Donovan sweetly moans as his final load sprays Mammon's guts, both of them deeply moaning in satisfaction together.

"Honestly, I can' be fucking with ya other demons, so I kinda wanna apologize."

...are his ears working right now?

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"....I said I apologize? what, can a bloke say sorry for what he has to do?"

Donovan even in his tired state is afraid of what he means by that

"Ya see.... when I want something, it's mine, no one else can av' it, after today, you and I are close. buuut..."

His two hands restrain him, his ass still planted on his cock

"I think you'd do betta' bein' my toy than just a bloke on the streets"

"W-wait, what are you doing?"

With an evil chuckle, he looks back with heinous intent, "Ya thought ye' wer' gonna leave me sloshing with cum and walk outta here after all ya said? That's a bloody funny one, nah... I have something far better for you to do.... Permanently."

Uh oh.

Donovan's voice shrivels slightly at their hungry tone "But I satisfied you, I beat your deal, you can't... I have no clue what you're planning to do but it doesn't seem like death."

"Kill ya? After all this? No. Something more....... worse than death."

Mammon pulls out of his cock as he angles himself, immediately Don's legs are pulled up into the clown's cum covered hole, his body being slowly pulled into his dark embrace. "Wait, I can keep my mouth shut Lord Mammon!"

"Loose lips sink ships, too bad ya ain' gonna have lips for gobbin' anyway" His knees were already being sweetly squeezed into his hole, the bird had to think faster.

"What I mean is that, I-i can give you money, like a new pool of revenue an-"

"Now that's a bloody funny one, I don' want money when I can jus' hav' a sex toy" Mammon's cut off was followed by his thighs getting pulled in at a fast force, he clearly can tell the Greed King is just enjoying hearing him plead while he begs, so instead he tries playing into his game.

"Ok then! how about I give you revenue AND my cock?!"

The force pulling his entire body stops, even despite how much cum was sloshing in the hole, its grip was tremendously heavy on keeping his legs bound.

"Listenin'...."

"I've needed a publisher for a while, if you did it then I'd work under you, meaning whenever you wanted I could please you at a moments notice"

".............."

He feels the suction starting up again, his speech gets quicker

"Like just imagine, you're suddenly horny in your throne room and all you have to do is walk down the hallway to have me please you!"

"....That is temptin'"

The pull stops again

"Ok... all you need to do is not do whatever you're about to do"

"An' how do I know yer not gonna skip town?"

"Please, with that fat ass you have-"

"BIG. BONED."

The sexplay was over, a fatal mistake.

At fast speeds he was sucked in up to his nipples, his hands sinking onto Mammon's cheeks. The King keeps scheming . "Yer runnin' out of tiiime, lest you want to add to my ass fat for a change, you best start makin' sum sense of yer ramblin's"

"W-what I meant to say was that, I would love to be at your leash to please you, it can help me make my smut books to have such experience under you... JUST PLEASE STOP"

"....mmmmmm... lemme think..."

His hands slip into the hole, the cum making him lose traction as he tries to free himself, almost down to his collarbone, fearfully he stares up at him as he feigns a thinking look, already with a decided outcome on his head.

"Ya are right, but are ya even a good author? I 'avent 'eard of a "Donovan" bloke."

"Y-YES, MY PEN NAME IS....MY PEN NAME IS...., STOP I NEED TO TELL YOU-"

"Ya see thats the thin' I both do and don' like about cha', orderin' me 'round like im som' servant imp, maybe this transformation would teach ya manners."

Down to his chin, he goes to his last resort

"MY BOOK NAME IS "GETTING POUNDED IN THE DARK", LOOK IT UP IT SOL-MMMM"

Alas, his struggle was for naught, his body slips down, all of his cum making his passage a sloshy experience. His legs touch into something metal before he feels a hand grab his head. But it dosent yank him out yet, it just dangles him by the head- mere inches away from being pulled into the transformation pool Mammon has planned for him.

He stays in this sticky situation for a few minutes until finally the hand pulls him out, Mammon looking through his phone.

"Oh 'old on, yer this Raven bloke right?"

.......crisis averted.

"Y-yeah."

"Alright, I'm sold, cmon' yer coming with me to the greed ring."

Mammon opens a secret panel, carefully hidden away to avoid getting accidentally revealed. Well it explains how he picked anything but the lust ring.

"But I was doing-"

"Not anymore yer not. Now c'mon baby. Im gonna make ya' my star."

......... Donovan is now left to worry if it is better to not be transformed.

Bonus Scene

Getting used to one's normal life after what felt like weeks of nothing but some of the rawest sex can even set a porn director's slutty heart ablaze. Vox himself, after making Valentino take the world's hottest (And Longest) shower, has kept him locked away in his room, both for the sake of the actors and to help him come back down from the cum dazed state the incubi left him in from oh so long ago. Only speaking to him through the Cameras while the moth was regaining bits of his former personality.

"Vox~, it's getting hot in here again. Be a dear and deliver some helado if you're there. Would you?"

The camera slowly turns from the veiled curtains, showing off the dimly lit room with clouds of smoke at the edges of its vision. The only good thing about the Val he picked up from the porta potty is that they enjoy being ordered around. The camera slowly pans towards a long couch at the center of the room, where it shows him in extreme short-shorts that had their pockets be longer than the fabric that covered his thighs. As well as a one piece that was almost a size too small for the broadly shaped chest of the Heart-Covered porn director. With a pink g string pulled so carefully on his meaty thighs, how much the outfit clashed and didn't look right, Velvette herself almost marched into the room in the name of fixing the fashion disaster that her compatriot had made for themselves. If it wasn't from Vox noticing her last second, she would have probably met the fate of Chaz, having her walls being eaten out by a completely corrupted Valentino.

In terms, the normal procedure is just talking to him through virtual communication and in general keeping him entertained as long as it wasnt sex. The Mothman multiple times has tried to lure employee's inside his domain, but most only end up with torn clothes and skull crushing kisses before Vox is able to contain him back inside.

In short, the spell was starting to wear off and the Pimp was getting back to normal thanks to the attention of his coworker/lover. The only question was how much longer will it take for him to be completely free of the incubi's dark corruption.

"Alright, i'll order you ice cream, don't attack the tray carrier or you're not getting it for a week"

"Awww... with how shy he looks all the time, maybe a night with me would help him blow some stress off... if you know what I mean ~"

The Showhost only sucks his teeth in, before going silent, Valentino was about to just try to sleep again when he heard the sound of a vent near his bed rustle.

Walking over, he peers inside in confusion, the thing is far too small for anyone to fit inside-do hell rats exist? All of this ran through his head as he suddenly saw two glowing eyes peering back at him in the dark.

He didn't scream nor make any normal surprised reaction, he merely opened the vent and backed up, allowing the intruder to come in if they pleased.

Slowly, they peeked out, seemingly looking around before looking at Valentino in awe, seeing the way how he took deep breaths after seeing him, his smile slowly getting more sharp making him almost climb back in the vent quickly.

"U-uh.... you're Valentino right... my friends in the wrath ring-"

Val slowly puts a finger on their lips,

"I don't care about your life story, or why you came here, but since you broke in here, how about you help me?"

The imp shyly peeks out the vent again as the careful sinner looks across the room, seeing the camera was still off, good, Vox is still gone, he pulls his shorts down and moves his thong aside to show his still dripping wet hole.

"You're small enough to hide in me, why don't you warm that fat bitch breaker of yours inside of me? And keep it down, if you get caught my amigo will take you away."

Slowly, the trespasser wiggled from the vent again, silently staring at Valentino's sweet heat, completely clean and ready for the next person to ruin him completely. Their shy breath hitches as their little hands fidget on his inner thighs, gently massaging his muscle.

Egging him on, the Moth quickly chuckled at his obvious arousal, "Yeah, you feel how hot I am to take you in me?"

"....y-yeah, it's so... juicy..." their fingers trace his hole, Val had to keep composure, holding back shivers. This imp was playing with him, he couldnt rush it, he knows too much noise is a big no-no.... but fucking damnit, he needs to bounce on that small guy's knee knocking cock and get his guts forever tainted with cumjuice. He lets out a lustful growl as the thought of all the things he would do to the imp made him tremble in anticipation.

"Come here, if it's your first time I can easily guide you, I don't mind....~"

"Oh... thank you u-uh... Valentino..."

"Call me... Val... or Bitch... whatever you desire" He pets the top of their head as the imp aims themselves to his hole, Val makes it clench and unclench to surprise the little guy, putting a hand on his back to usher him closer.

"So uh....you're right... i-it is my first time... I was never like... t-those other imps who... f-force themselves on others, I don't really... like hurting other people."

".............." Val's eye twitches, the anticipation of pleasure is killing him, feigning a look, he feigns sympathy by rubbing the small virgins back with two fingers.

"Well don't you worry, I'm strong enough to handle whatever you want to try with me... hell, I insist you go all out, this hole has been.. Hammered well by many fuck trucks before.

Their eyes shimmered with admiration, "Wow, really? when they said you were a porn actor, I didn't think you were that experienced... i'm sorry if my cock dosen-"

"Bitch Breaker."

"Huh?"

Whoops, looks like it came out by accident, the feeling of desperation grips Val's heart tight.

"That thing you call a cock? it's no normal cock... if you were to put that in a sinner then you would most definitely make them bend to your will... it's no wonder your imp pals go around ramming it in anything they see. After all, they will learn how much pleasure it will give them one way or another."

Meekly, the only thing the shy top can utter is Val's obvious attempts at arousal, "I guess you're right...."

The silence makes the taller moth finally beckon him directly, "Mi amor, my hole...."

"O-oh right..."

The moment the huge cockhead sinks in, making the terribly dressed overlords eyes flutter wildly, it's been so many weeks without anything stuffing his backside that wasn't his own fingers; He doesn't care how bad the imp doesn't know how to pleasure someone, he just needs anything real... pulsating and throbbing inside of his tightness, ready to spray his guts with some sweet cum for a good job is his hole sucks them well enough.

"I-im not hurting you am I?" his shy thrusts only get more gasps of need, before his sex partner's head snaps down to him.

"Quit stopping to ask stupid questions and fuck me. Imp."

The time for niceness was over, the hand behind the imp kept him from trying to pull out, they needed to learn that being nice all the time was going to eventually lead to exploitation, it's not his fault they came into their den when he's cock hungry like this.

"W-wait s-stop!" The cowardly tops voice shyly almost screams, the wetness that pulled them into Valentino was too much for their mind to handle, letting out tiny screams, with another arm, he launches it to quiet them, looking back at the camera to see its still off, close one.

Slowly looking back, his demeanor and voice became almost complete opposites, the mouth covering hand slowly going to their neck "Look, I need you far more than you can wrap your tiny little head around, there is no more waiting, there is not going to be asking me if im alright with how bad you're pounding me, the only dialogue I want to hear come out of your mouth is talking about how tight I am, are we clear?"

"O-oh I don't know, it's not my nature to...."

"DON'T. MAKE. ME-"

"VAL, ARE YOU IN THERE?"

Quickly, Valentino jams the imp into his crotch while their cock was still inside, biting on his tongue tightly as he held back the loudest moan, their stomach grew a bump, quietly zipping the shorts up with the imp still having their white hair poke out of his fuzzy crotch.

Of course, they struggled, Val tried to move calmly to the door but the little guy kept making all these pleas while his cock was already hilted. He could barely care less, only putting a hand over his small head and walking towards the door, hoping the camera and the food deliverer doesn't notice.

"T-thank you." Val was quick to grab the tray, trying to hide his face, he can feel the imp spreading their pre inside him, getting it all over his walls as he tries to struggle his way out. The cum output was loud enough to even make noises that sounded like his own stomach growling.

"Are you feeling better sir? We're missing you at the set" A familiar voice called to him, his own Travis… he can only see that blue skinned daddy as he looks into his one eye- memories of such mirth far behind him.

"Y-yeah, it's just hard to not think about directing your s-scripts, when.... the only thing on my head................... is..................." Blood drips from his mouth, hiding a large sigh, his cock sprays the imps mouth, muffling them with cock snot as Val regains composure

"...........SEX… fuck...."

"...jeez did you just orgasm from talking to someone alone? fucking hell ill ask Angel to get the dildos ready when your back."

"Gracias....."

He slams the door shut, staring at the camera quickly to see that he's being carefully watched, but his favorite coworker doesn't seem to have noticed the imps white peach fuzz, only the orgasm from talking. Carefully, he walks back to his bed- trying hard to not just plant his ass on the floor and ride out the hardest orgasm. Every step he took was careful as it was covert, he couldn't move too slowly or it would be too noticeable, too fast and it would be too suspicious. The hammer inside of mancunt swings like a upside-down pendulum as his toes curl up on their own, once there, he quickly hides his lower body under the sheets, trying to eat the ice cream normally like he was just trying to find something to do (even though it was obvious to him what his schedule was going to looking like with his new fucktoy.

Once he sees the camera go off, the tray is slammed onto the nightstand- followed by him opening his legs up to let the imp breathe. Another load spraying his poor dildos face in amazement at their work.

"You haven't even cum yet, but you feel amazing..."

"H-hey, you can't just stuff me in your pants!" He clearly was angry at being treated like a sex object, pointing at him in anger.

"Ooooh im so sorry" Val feigns consoling, almost trying to play into the imp's anger. "It was the heat of the moment, I promise...it won't happen again..." his crooked smile merely spoke the opposite, scaring the huge dicked hellborn who pulled out with a wet pop, slowly backing away from him and into the sheets.

" Comn.... didn't you climb up here for me? Why don't you and me get more acquainted? There's a hot tub that has our names on it... and most importantly... your cock has a very important meeting with my guts." The last part was moaned with pure carnal desire, Val didn't wait to see if he agreed or not, he just grabbed them from under the blanket and moved off to the bathroom.

At the center of the room layed a large tub, now the mothman did once use the jets to sate himself, only for a while though as the sprays of water only hit inside him the same way every time- not in a way a cock could just go… everywhere. Looking at the shy imp in his grip, he practically rips his clothes off, shorts and thong on the side as he quickly submerges into its heat.

"See... we're going to play a game, just stay behind my back and thrust into me as much as you want, and I'll try to act relaxed."

The imp stands at the edge of the tub, they still look hurt from the whole interaction before he felt uncared for by the poor, "B-but what if...I...............uh..."

He slowly looks up to see a demonic rage staring back, he quickly begins to sputter more "B-but I-I can try, b-but how ... l-long?" This line defuses all the rage that almost was formally directed at him with one simple expression.

"Until one of us wins of course, but do note, I can get quite...competitive..."

with his lower arms on his cheeks, Valentino descends his vulnerable posterior into the small imps groin- the little guy barely above the bubbly water by the neck. With one swift slam on the engorged shaft, Valentino erupts into euphoria again. His hole had longed for the pleasure of another, the nerves inside firing off with every subtle movement both of them made, it takes everything in him to not just slam his backside into the large thing while begging for more. So instead, merely lays back- smooshing the eager pleaser between his back and the bathwall, deeply sighing while rubbing his mantits to divert some of the divert arousal somewhere else.

"Good boy.....just like that....so deep inside me....I know you yearn to ruin my walls with that cum gun of yours"

The imp could barely breathe, their anxiety making them take deep breaths as they went under the water multiple times, forced to almost scratch at his back to get him to move himself.

"I- don't like this sex game, p-please, I feel like i'm dyin-"

Val pushes him underwater, seeing the camera in the bathroom was turned on, holding him firmly under the water's depths while their struggles are hidden from the bubbly jets.

"Peeping on me Vox?~ you really want to have a taste don't you?" Valentino plays with his wet pecs more suggestively while winking at him, only getting a grunt out of a flustered Tv-man.

When the camera turned off, he quickly pulls the imp up, patting their back to help them spit out the water in their lungs

pant...pant..

"Oh... maybe you are right, such a place isn't good for sex... at least considering your stature... what a shame... if only you could respawn like a sinner..." He doesn't bother finishing the sentence, fully well hinting that he would more than likely would have just let him drown if he knew they would just come back and possibly want a round two.

"C-can we do something I w-want if you want me to f-fuck you this badly? I promise it won't be boring...or dangerous..."

"Listening~"

…

Valentino stuffs the small imp in his crotch again as they allow themselves to be guided to a screen partition near their wardrobe, he almost smacks himself upside the head for not thinking of such a hiding spot.

"S-so you can just pretend you're changing clothes... and I could just... be in your shorts." Clearly the imp used the time when he was being dragged off to scope around in case this man had more bad ideas for where to jam him.

"Oooh~ so you like being in these now?"

"I-i think so... I just didn't like the way you handled me."

"Well if the dicking is good enough, I promise to handle you... far better" Val gets on his knees, holding onto the top of the screen as he looked to his back, watching the way the imp traced his entire globe, almost entranced that they finally get to see it in all its glory.

"Scared aren't you pequeño?"

".....uh... are you sure my cock can-"

"Bitch Breaker."

"R-right....uh...bitch breaker... can do this?"

Val lets out a breathy sigh, clearly eager to egg him on some more, "Take it slow if you must, do what feels good to you"

Their tiny claws grip on the top of the moths cheeks before they officially begin to piston inside the wall backside, splitting Valentino's guts rhythmically with every buck of their hips. His Nasally groans come out louder as he began to lean more on the bigger man's body, letting that feral imp-starved part of him out as his hips began to drive themselves into the Moth's tight prostate on its own, sending Val to muffle all his screams of joy and satisfaction into the nearest coat he could grab.

"You like my a-ass so much right?"

"It's just so tight... it's pulling me in and....mmmmm" the last part only was a long quiet groan, temptations finally luring the feral imp to do what it does best: pounding him stupid.

"G-go as hard as you want pequeño, I can handle it...." his head flew to the floor when the imp's giant meat stick hit a bundle of nerves he never knew he had. As inexperienced as he was- the intruder sure did know when to pick up that what he was doing was correct- angling himself as much as he could in the back of the moth's shorts and hitting the nerves again and again to make the moth finally convulse and cream into their speedo.

Val's drool gets all over the floor, clearly letting the new deviant he made have fun with his body"I don't care anymore....i'm yours imp... just dont stop...."

"O-oh... it's that good?"

Val's shuttering body after cumming so hard had him almost speechless, he could spend just the rest of his days with this little guy, letting him drive himself so shyly into his nether regions, what more could he ask for?

But then the question comes in his whorish brain, the short top hasn't actually come yet, he's holding back on him. Pleasure turns into lustful rage as he gently slams his ass on the ground, jamming the imps shaft inside as well as pinning them between cloth and warmth.

"Naughty boy~ holding your cum back after I lost? I guess I have to show you how I get my actors to burst."

For once, the small guy didn't have any complaints, the way the Moth began to move his hips in a circular motion as well as the clench of his hole could send anyone into a frenzy. He held onto dear life as Valentino loses himself to pleasure, the silhouette of his body showing his stomach indenting more harshly on the cocktip while he drools uncontrollably, forgetting entirely about how he's trying to keep hidden. Right now he just wants to feel cum inside of him, he cant give a fuck about anything but the imps jizz clogging his insides.

"I-I think im close....."

Valentino goes slower, motioning himself more firmly, angling the cock inside of him at odd angles before taking him deeply, an idea comes to his head as he thinks of something to exploit the imps shy nature.

"You know, I think I'm smitten. Would you care to make out with me after this? I don't offer this to just anyone you know~" He lied as he breathed

But the imp didn't know better, his balls achingly began to contract, pulling tightly as their body seized into Valentino, at first it was just a cockhead, but now it was almost a small gut, and then 5 months, then 7, and then ready to pop. All the sweet, thick, corruptive cum glopping to his insides as his hole guzzles every drop down like the starved beast it was. Vals loud moan of complete satisfaction could be heard from the bottom floor. The jigs up.

"ALRIGHT VAL WHOS IN THERE"

"Hehehe... too late", Val doesn't even try to make a excuse, pushing the screen down to show the small imp stuffed in his pants as well as his proud cum gut that he rubs with one of his lower arms

"Voooox, you should have just came in and done it yourself, you shoulda known I would have a fan come in eventually~"

"Fucking Damn it!"

Vox in a flash of electricity appears into the room, marching over to the two in a heat of rage

"Now you gotta do the whole chastity thing again from day 1, was it really worth it?"

Val merely rubs his asscheeks on the embarrassed imp, he could clearly tell his balls are reloaded and ready to go again at a moment's notice.

"You know, definitely worth it, I'm keeping him. And if you try to kill him before I'm fixed i'll rip your limbs off" Val spoke protectively , almost smooshing the small guy like a squeaky toy into the floor.

Vox knew this was a lost cause.

"..............fine, fuck it. you have 24 hours, then i'm separating you two, get it out of your system and they can just... I don't know, playing with Velvette and the other stars…" Vox looks away mumbling to himself, “ expected this from Angel".

Vox with a defeated slump just waves it off, letting the love birds fuck their brains out, and thats exactly what they did.