Part 3:

Pushing open the double doors of the studio by their gold handles, Angel kept his eyes on the ground. The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and multiple other spicy and sharp scents of various narcotics permitted his nose, and he clenched his fists tightly as the floor turned to the carpet beneath his feet. He would have been lying if he said he didn't want to jump into that place: the little piles of coke on the tables, the little baggies of pills, the little glass pipe he knew was in his dressing room. But...it was still early.

"Ah...there's my Angel." The voice pierced everything else in the room, and Angel didn't look up as the pink smoke circled his torso and hips. "Val."

"You were gone for too long. I expected you to be here early, but you're late. I'm not a patient demon." Still not looking up, Angel stopped when the red and white coat stepped in front of him

"Yeah, well...I couldn't come in stoned and fucked out of my mind." A hand curled under his chin, and Angel's face was lifted to look into the bright red eyes staring down at him. Those big teeth. "I disagree...but...you're here now." Val pulled Angel in for a forceful, although small, kiss, getting his little taste before the pimp pulled away and licked his lips. "Let's go get you ready. I want you on camera in twenty minutes."

Angel said nothing else. Valentino followed him to his dressing room, giving him a little swat on the ass. "I have a treat for you today, Angel. The sweetest little thing arrived this morning at my doorstep. Poor baby was shaking and needed somewhere to go. Am I not generous?" There was that smile.

Angel sat in his chair, several more minor demons swarming him for makeup and hair. "You will get to be his first. How lovely, yes?"

"You're a real saint, boss," Angel muttered.

Valentino chuckled and put his hands on Angel's shoulders, rubbing them as a tall, skinny demon applied a slight blush along Angel's cheeks. "You know, I don't appreciate the tone. If you don't want him, I can always make one of the boys his first," he smiled. They always enjoy fresh flesh."

"No...no...I'll take him." Angel said quickly, "I'll take him."

"There we go. That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Angel felt his heart beat faster and faster in his chest as he sat there, being primped and groomed. "I'll send him in; let the two of you get acquainted before the shoot." He patted Angel's cheek. "You'll be shooting with him all night, so slather on the charm, and let's make magic."

Taking a small yellow tablet off of the counter in front of them, Val slipped the pill into his mouth and leaned Angel's head back by his hair, kissing the boy again and pushing the pill into his mouth with his long tongue, "understand?"

Angel swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir."

Val smiled and puffed his long cigarette, the smoke sliding down Angel's shoulder and under his chin, turning to claws that stroked his cheek. "And that's why you're my favorite." He gripped his shoulder tightly, "Make it good..."

Angel closed his eyes as Val left and waited for the boy to show up, looking at his reflection in the mirror as the demons around him worked on his hair and makeup, fluffing him up. One of them slipped a collar around his neck.

So it was going to be that kind of night.

It felt like forever before a knock came at the door. "Come in." His voice was soft, unenthusiastic

The door opened, and a minor demon peeked around it. Angel looked at him in the mirror's reflection and felt his stomach drop.

He was about as young as Angel was but with clearly no experience in this world. He must have been new to hell. His body was covered in dark blue fur. Small, scared, shaking a little and holding himself as he looked at the ground, long, thin white horns curled up on his head like a ram. Angel turned to look at him and, without saying a word, got out of his seat and walked after Valentino.

"Val! What the fuck!"

Valentino turned to look at Angel as he sat in his director's chair. "What's wrong, Angel? You don't like him? I thought he was rather charming." He smiled from ear to ear.

"You said he was new! That ain't new! That's a fuckin' baby Giraffe!" He grabbed Valentino's arm, "You're sending a fuckin' kid out there?"

"Angel, Angel, Angel..." Val pulled Angel close, lifting his chin with a finger. "If you feel that way, then you don't have to do it. I won't force you."

Angel stared at him. "So...I don't have to?" Val shrugged, "When have I ever made you do anything you didn't want? It's your choice."

"That's all I need. I'm out."

Valentino nodded his head. "Very well. If that's the case, then you can go home for the day. It was my mistake to assume." Valentino let go of Angel but kept his eyes on him, speaking out loud. "Brutus," Angel glanced across the room at the giant crocodile that stood up from his seat. The massive reptile towered over the rest of the demons in the room, the largest and most imposing of the 'actors.' "You get the kid."

Angel felt his blood run cold. "Val...no...not him. I-I'll do it. Just not him."

Valentino chuckled. "I thought you didn't want to do it. What happens now isn't your concern. You can leave."

Angel gritted his teeth tightly and got onto his knees, running his cheek against the inside of Val's leg. "Please...daddy? I...want to be his first." He walked his fingers up the Moth's leg. "It will make for a good video. It'll sell."

Valentino smiled down at Angel, petting him gently. "Are you sure? Brutus is waiting."

"Please, Daddy?" he wrapped his arms around Valentino's leg.

Valentino sighed and rolled his eyes. " Very well. Get ready. You have 20 minutes." The moth caressed Angel's cheek. " How could I possibly say no to you?"

Angel kissed Val's hand and got up, heading back to his room. He closed the door, leaning against it and closing his eyes tightly, his fists shaking.

He felt his phone vibrate in his chest, and it took him a moment to want to look at it. Alex: 'I know you're at work. I'm about to go to sleep. Deep breaths. I'm right here.'

Angel closed his eyes and typed back. 'Thank you.'

Slipping the phone into his chest tuft, Angel began to undress. He took off his jacket and his skirt, leaving him in only his panties and his boots. He sat back in his chair and looked at himself and the boy in the reflection, sitting quietly on the couch. It was going to be a terrible night, and so, as was usual, even though he felt the effects of the, probably ecstasy, beginning to affect him, he tipped a plastic bag of powder on his table and snorted the line. At least now, he was a little more alert.

Back to it.

He walked over to the boy and sat beside him, "Hey..." he said softly. The boy didn't look up. Angel touched his shoulder, "Hey. Look at me." His voice was firm, but he did his best to be sympathetic. The boy lifted his head and looked up at Angel, the young demon looking like he was about to cry. "Listen, I know you don't want to be here. None of us do. But we have a job to do. I'm supposed to be your first, so I'll let you in on something, and I need you to pay close attention."

The boy nodded.

"They want us to be scared. They want us to be upset. They want us to cry. That's what they want, and that's what they'll get. You will cry, you will hurt, and there will be pain. Neither of us can change that. But I'm gonna let you take control. If Val says to do something to me, you do it and don't hesitate. Got it?"

The boy nodded.

Angel smiled, "good. You got a name?"

The boy nodded and wiped his eyes. "F-Flint..." he said softly. "I'm happy to meet you, Flint. I'm Angel." He hugged the boy tightly. "I can't promise it gets easier, and I can't promise your next session won't be worse than this, but for tonight, you're in charge. If Val tells you to bite me, what do you do?"

Flint hugged him tightly, "Bite." Angel nodded, "good. And if he tells you to lick my body, what do you do?"

"Lick."

"And if he tells you to burn me with a cigarette, what do you do?"

"B-burn?"

Angel let go and looked into his eyes, "You fuckin' burn. And if he tells you to choke me, you choke me until I pass out. I'll do my part, and you make damn sure to do yours, ok? Because otherwise, this will only get worse."

The boy nodded, and Angel could see him steel himself. "Good. Now let's go do our jobs." He stood up and held out his hand. "Don't be gentle with me. And don't worry. I can take it."

The boy looked up at him, took Angel's hand, and stood up.

Angel looked down at him and smiled, "Come on. Let's give 'em' hell."

Angel opened the door and led the boy to the set. They stepped over the cables and made their way to the center of the room. Angel leaned over, whispering to Flint, "Hey, come up with a stage name. Quick."

"What?"

"Pick a name. Something you like. Pick one now."

"Uh...Sparky."

Angel smiled. "Right then." Angel climbed onto the bed on his knees, Flint standing to the side, not knowing what to do.

Val stood from his seat. "Alright, let's bang this out in one so we can move on to the next one. We have a lot of work to do tonight. Angel!" He smiled at him, "You will grab Flint by the throat-"

"Actually, Val, if I might offer a suggestion...?" Angel interrupted. Val glared down at him, his irritation already bubbling to the surface. Having such a short fuse was sometimes challenging, "do you have a better idea?"

"Yeah, I do. Sparky here has expressed his desire to bend me a little. Straps, rope, blindfold, and all that. He's got some pep in his step, too." Flint looked at Angel, confused, rubbing his arm. "How about we give the new meat a chance at me? He's got a...spark." Angel smiled at the new demon.

Valentino thought momentarily, glancing between the two, twirling his cigarette around in his claws. "Fine. That sounds good." He sat in his director's chair, crossing his long legs, "Sparky, get on the bed. Angel, lie down and spread your legs."

Sparky approached the bed and climbed onto it; Angel grabbed his collar and pulled him on top of him as Angel fell back onto the bed. He put Sparky's hand on his throat, whispering. "I'll be here the whole time. Just do as Val says, and you'll be fine. Remember, no hesitation. You got this."

Angel lay back and put his hands above his head. "Ready when you are," he said out loud.

Valentino looked at them, "Sparky, pull down those panties, show us his ass. Sound! Lock-up! And..." Val lit a new cigarette, "Action!"

Sparky grabbed the sides of Angel's panties and yanked them down, the spider wincing as he was exposed.

There was immediate panic from Sparky, "fuck me..."

"No hesitating now," Angel whispered, smiling at him. "Give it a slap. Aim for the meaty part."

Sparky put his hand up and gave Angel a light smack across the ass. It was embarrassing, and Valentine leaned his face into his hand. Angel grunted and bit his lip, trying to act it up.

"Harder. Again."

Sparky smacked Angel hard, his handprint leaving a mark. Better. Angel moaned and lifted his leg, hooking it around Sparky's hip. "Harder, Daddy."

Sparky slapped him again, Angel gasping and pulling him closer. "Oh baby...that's the stuff." He was getting the hang of it.

Valentino watched from his seat, puffing off his cigarette, the pink smoke curling around his head as he smiled. "Rough him up, Sparky." They could always edit out his voice.

The boy hesitated momentarily, so Angel pulled him down and kissed him. "Don't hesitate. Hit me."

Sparky hesitated again, so Angel pushed him off of him and rolled over, presenting his ass to him. "Spank me. Hard." He said, his voice firm but purring.

Sparky pulled his hand back and struck him, Angel moaning as he gripped the sheets, his hips pressing back. "Daddy, what did I do?" He glanced back, "Pull my hair, quick."

Sparky grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked hard, Angel crying out and lifting his head. "Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry. Please. I'm sorry." He cried out. Sparky hesitated momentarily before sliding his arms around Angel and pulling him back against him. "Y-you disobeyed. A-again."

Angel put his hand on Sparky's, sliding it to his throat. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry I didn't listen. I was scared." He took Sparky's hand and slid it under him, down between his legs.

"Bite his neck, Sparky"

Sparky pulled the collar down and sank his teeth into Angel's neck, biting down hard. Angel moaned loudly and arched his back, putting Sparky's hand over his cock. "I'll behave, I promise." He breathed out, panting.

"You'll do as Daddy says...baby."

"I will. I promise." Angel let go of Sparky's hand, and he began stroking Angel's cock slowly. "Mmm...Daddy...what are you doing?"

"Squeeze his balls."

Sparky moved his hand lower and squeezed hard, Angel wincing and jerking forward, but Sparky held him close with his other hand, forcing him back onto the bed. "O-ouch..."

Sparky let go, "sorry. Did that hurt?"

"Oh my fuck, Cut!" Val shouted. Angel looked back at Sparky, "Just like I said. Keep it going," he said softly.

Val stood from his seat, "Sparky, you're supposed to be rough." He approached the two of them. Sparky showed that timid side again. "I'm sorry...this is my first…time."

Val looked at Angel and reached down, grabbing his balls, "It's ok, Sparky, I don't blame you..." Angel grit his teeth and closed his eyes tightly, trying not to react. Val squeezed harder, making Angel grunt and push himself off the bed. "Like this Sparky," He snarled, squeezing tighter. Angel whimpered and moved his hips back, "Val..." He was too afraid to move.

Val let go after a moment longer and looked at Sparky. "Now... it's your turn." He said, "Squeeze him hard."

Sparky swallowed hard and looked at Angel, who was catching his breath. "Just do it." He whispered. "Make it look good." He was biting his tongue so hard he could taste copper.

Sparky took a deep breath and reached down, grabbing Angel's balls and squeezing hard. Angel closed his eyes tightly and gripped the sheets. "Oh, Daddy..." He was afraid he was going to throw up, starting to sweat.

Sparky looked at Val. " Like this?" Val nodded, "Just like that. You can squeeze harder if you want." He looked at the two of them. "Don't make me come up here again, or both of you will be the bottom for this." His face went from glaring, jaw clenched, teeth exposed, to sweet and playful in a heartbeat. "Understand~?"

"Yes, sir." Both of them said, looking at each other.

"Good. Angel, get on your back."

Angel rolled over, lying back as instructed. "Flint...are you ok?" The boy closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed. Angel knew that look, and it broke his heart. Flint nodded and leaned down on top of Angel. "Don't ever call me that again. Call me Sparky." He whispered before he grabbed Angel's collar.

Angel was surprised but smiled and arched his back, wrapping his arms around him. "Sparky it is. Go gettum."

Sparky looked over to Valentino. "Roll it!"

Val smiled and leaned back in his seat as he lit a new cigarette. "There's the spark. Action!"

Sparky grabbed Angel's legs and pushed them back, spreading them wide as he pressed his hips between his thighs. Angel wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss.

"Mmm...What are you doing to me, Daddy? I'm sorry I was bad." He reached down and stroked his cock as he spoke. "Please...forgive me?"

"Earn it. Beg!" He reached his hand back and hesitated for just a moment, tears running down into his eyes that just as quickly turned to anger. He slapped Angel, aiming for the meaty part of his cheek. "Beg!"

"Oh, please! I'll do anything!" Angel cried out. "I'll be a good boy from now on. I promise." He moaned as his face throbbed. "I'll be so good." He begged. "Please, daddy. I'll do anything. Forgive me. Please. I'm sorry."

Sparky hesitated momentarily before grabbing one of Angel's legs and rolling him over onto his stomach, holding him down. "You won't disobey Daddy again, right?" Angel could have sworn he heard a snarl.

Angel nodded, "Never! Never again, daddy! I swear."

Val stood up and walked over to them, leaning down but staying out of the camera's angle, watching Angel. "Kid is a natural when he wants to be." He said softly.

Sparky reached over and grabbed Angel by the hair, yanking him up off the bed and pushing his cock against Angel's lips. "You're gonna' be a good boy from now on."

Angel sat back on the couch just off-set, lighting a cigarette as the crew mulled around, setting up for the next shoot. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he took his first puff and held it for a long...long...time. His back hurt, his shoulders hurt, his ass REALLY hurt, but he was OK overall.

Angel exhaled slowly and handed the cigarette to Sparky, sitting on the other end. They were sweating and bruised, but they were alive. "Hey. Are you okay?"

Sparky took the cigarette and took a puff, coughing as he exhaled. "I...don't think I like this job."

Angel nodded and sighed. "Welcome to the club, pal." He stretched, extending his legs and arms. "I won't lie when I say this was an easier day, and there will be much...much worse days. Fuck me, there will be worse days." Sparky took another pull off the cigarette and coughed. Angel had a little smile on his face. "You don't smoke, do ya, kid?"

Sparky shook his head.

Angel took the cigarette from him and snuffed it out. "Not for you."

Sparky hugged himself and stared at the floor, tears starting to fall from his eyes. Angel looked at him and sighed. "It'll get easier. You'll learn to...separate yourself from it. It'll get easier."

Sparky started to sob softly, and Angel sat up, wincing as he moved, but he got on his knees before Sparky and took his hands. "I can't offer you an out, kid. There's only one way, and everyone is too afraid to do it. But I can offer you advice. It doesn't make things more fun, but it makes things easier." He ran a hand through the boy's hair, curling it around his horns, "You were aggressive today. That's good. You will be asked to be more aggressive with those who are smaller and weaker than you. Do it. Be aggressive. But talk to them. Work out as much as you can. Get big and strong so..." Angel looked away for a moment, his mind swimming with images of those scaled hands around his shoulders, those claws along his back, "so no one bigger than you can be aggressive."

Sparky sobbed softly and leaned into Angel's chest, holding him tightly as he cried. "I'm so sorry..." he sobbed.

Angel hesitated momentarily before he put his arms around him, holding him close. "It's ok, kid. But you did pretty good for a first day." He sat down on the couch and let Sparky lay against him. "I'm proud of you. You did good."

Sparky closed his eyes as he leaned against Angel, sobbing softly. Angel put an arm around him and rubbed his back. "Deep breaths. You're done for tonight. At least if we work together in the future, we will know how to work with one another." He whispered.

Angel looked up when he heard boots walk across the tile, standing when he saw Valentino walk up. "V-Val..." he stood up, stepping in front of Sparky. " Please don't tell me you're gonna make him go again."

Valentino glanced at Angel and smiled, taking off his sunglasses. "Oh, don't worry, my little spider. He'll have time to rest. He's just not done for the night." Angel blinked, looking at Valentino. "What?" Val looked over at the two of them. "Oh, don't look so shocked, Angel Cakes. He's fresh meat, and fresh meat has to be tenderized. you, of all people, know that." He pulled his glove off, snapping his fingers.

Three Wolf demons sitting in chairs on the other end of the set reading over their scripts nudged one another and stood from their seats, their eyes on Sparky.

"No!" Angel blocked them, shoving one away. "Val, no! You can't do this," he said, his voice cracking.

Valentino walked over to them, grabbing Angel by the wrist and yanking him against his larger body, a claw curling under his chin, "My dear...don't ever presume you can tell me what I can and can't do with my things." He smiled down at Angel but spoke to the others. "Go on, boys. Clean him up and get acquainted." He took Angel's face and pulled him to his lips quickly, violently. "Don't worry. He's just being introduced to the business." He kissed Angel gently before pushing him back. "Don't be late tomorrow, Angel Cakes." He giggled as he made his way towards the dressing room.

Angel held onto Sparky, turning to the other demons. "Listen..." Angel looked at them. "He's...new. Be gentle."

The demons stared at Angel, licking their lips. "I'll go first." One of them said. "Then I'll help clean him up." He walked towards Angel, who backed away, holding onto Sparky as long as he could before Sparky was pried from his arms. "Remember what I said! Don't take it! Be strong!" A black wolf pushed back the spider, and he fell onto the floor, watching as they dragged Sparky out of the room. "Don't take it..."

Angel watched the door close, and he slumped down, his hand covering his mouth and tears stinging his eyes as he heard the first scream. He covered his ears and clenched his eyes shut. It didn't seem to matter.

He could still hear it.

That fucking sound.