Stage Fright

 It's been a year since the legend; the one and only Fizzarolli gave that spectacular show at Mammon's clown contest. It's true that the dolls' sales have gone down and a new line of glam sister dolls have hit the market ever since, but consumerism is a well-oiled machine that never stops and Mammon knows that. But none of that matters much for the impish clown, too busy and pent up in stress by his latest business plan: "The fizz-a-circus"! A small but glamorous circus in the ring of greed (mostly to piss off Mammon) where he can continue his brand and interact with the fans he held from the previous shows –but mostly for those who can't give themselves the pleasure of going to Asmodeus' bar, Ozzie's, almost a nod to his humble beginnings.

 But nothing is sunshine and rainbows in the land of the damned; as even after a year from these events, lots of both hellborn and sinners still venture about the public announcement of his intimate relationship to the embodiment of Lust, and scandals occur suggesting patronship between the king and his new establishment and the idea of the imp simply being not good enough for self-sustainment.

 So, intertwined by the public opinion of his dependency from others above; underplaying his talents, and the accompanying stress of kickstarting a company of his own, the poor clown now has to deal with a worse type of pressure: His self-approval. Living with such a lustful character could very well influence how that stress can vent out.

 For now, the show is over and Fizzarolli is doing one last round of meet and greet for the fans, shaking hands and signing autographs –until a familiar face came to say hi.

 Oliver, a deaf imp kid with two broken horns and a striped tail who every chance he could would visit him thanks to his lucky upbringing, two rich parents that care just enough to know what makes him happy but not what he does or happens to him. Always carrying around his pen and that day's Fizzarolli selfie for the clown himself to sign for him.

 After all, he was his top role model to follow, bringing happiness to others and being loved by everyone were his two biggest wishes for himself; specially after all the rejection that being so far from normal comes with. He wanted to be just like fizz, love others and be loved.

 Whenever Fizzarolli would notice him, fizz would be gentle enough to use sign language with him and they would have a short talk like with any other fan, then the next person's turn would come and until the next show, but Oliver craved to one day really talk to him; maybe not with his voice but at least with his heart, maybe really confirm if Fizz always meant his kind words or was just like the rest of celebrities in hell.

 Unfortunately for him, being in the wrong place at the wrong time would mean the difference between one answer and the other.

 —Great show Fizz! —Oliver would sign-out with his short hands—.

 —Thank you! —Fizzarolli would sign back after leaving his autograph on today's picture—.

 Like a lot of kids under pressure for being close to their idols, he would notice Fizz was rather quick on his greet today, almost feeling rushed on his actions to keep the line moving. He wanted to talk to him still and the masses would seem to not give quarter to the fulfilment of his wishes. Maybe if he waited up after the fact? Besides, Fizz seemed rather pent up and eager to finish so trying to catch his attention without a voice would prove rather impossible too.

 So, he waited on the side for what felt like hours on end, seeing all kinds of people go through the line, one faster than the other while the media kept trying to maybe sneak in a question or a headline for tomorrow's newspaper. Mentioning the usual things like what was his next big plan or if Asmodeus happened to be somewhere today as well. But it wasn't the case, and maybe that was what had the clown so worked up; lacking his usual moral support from his loving partner.

 After what felt like a full hellish cycle, with extermination and all, Oliver kept his ground and survived his wait until it was once again just him and his idol.

 He slowly walked to him, with his head down but looking upwards, like a scared dog would, with today's picture still on his grasp.

 Fizz looked like a tired mess, almost ready to walk out the room and go back to Ozzy's palace for the rest of the day, but being greeted by Oliver's sight once again stopped him in his tracks and wondered what was going on.

 —I just wanted to talk to you more, if that's ok. —Oliver signed away making sure not to let go of his picture and pen—.

 —Where are your parents? —Fizz signed back looking around as the room was as empty as they came—.

 —Working, probably. —He replied, with the loneliest look on his face but a bright smile—.

 Something clicked on Fizzarolli, who's mind was craving Asmodeus' pampers, which somehow translated into the kid. Maybe his eagerness to leave or his overstimulation from all of that day's work, but he saw a chance and took it.

 A devilish grin appeared on his face almost like a book villain about to enact the worst acts of his life.

 —What was your name, kid?

 —Oliver. —His hands replied—.

 —Come, Oliver. —He signalled him back—. Such a dedicated fan deserves backstage access once in a while.

 Oliver had the brightest smile in that moment, wide as the reaches of hell and as genuine as you can imagine. His heart raced as he nodded over and over while walking to Fizzarolli's side, who took him with his long robotic arms and carried him like his own child.

 ***

 Fizzarolli wasted no time in taking him inside his dressing room in the back. Silently closing and locking the door behind him and throwing away the key. Oliver didn't notice this, as he was mesmerised by the looks of the room. Posters of all previous Fizzarolli's shows that went back to his very first days with Mammon; up to the most recent shows and appearances. It showed that Fizz was more than just an icon, and more than just a clown; but he had mastered the entertainment business all by himself.

 To the right there was a table with boxes on top of more boxes on top of even more boxes, some closed and some opened. The ones that were open had merchandise of all kinds popping out as if overflowing with content; from simple figurines to clothing items and a couple sex toys as well. To the left another table, with leftover snacks and drinks from before the show even started, and to the front and centre of the room: a large desk with mirrors on top and multiple drawers on the bottom. Sitting on it; different kinds of make-up products and other beauty items, everything illuminated by multiple lightbulbs set up around the place.

 Oliver was surprised by all of this, looking at every detail with care and awe as Fizzarolli carried him to his chair; sitting the kid on his lap. The menacing looks on Fizz slowly became more apparent to the kid as he realised the frozen smile on Fizz's face, like a doll that is incapable of changing expressions. The clown looked down on him like a silent hunter stare at its prey as it waits for an opening to attack.

 —This place is amazing! —Oliver signed to Fizz—. Better than I ever imagined!

 Fizzarolli didn't reply this time, his hands slowly caressing Oliver's body as the kid tried to strike a conversation with his idol, but regardless of his efforts, the clown seemed to care little for what his fan had to say and more for what he had to offer.

 —Does it get lonely here? —Oliver tried a different subject—.

 —Very. —Fizzarolli actually replied—. Lonely.

 The clown kept touching the kid's body, more and more intimately as the caresses continued, first going under his shirt and trying to go under his trousers and underwear, eager to test him out.

 Oliver's fingers began shaking when trying to sign a question of just what was going on as he felt the robotic hands go on as they pleased, even trying to push them away gently or crossing his legs so they wouldn't go in too deep on his crotch. But Fizz fought him back as he continued trying to have his way with the kid's body whether he liked it or not, pleasing himself on the kid's pathetic attempt at communication.

 The pure mute kid wanted to talk for the first time, ask him to stop, or at least scream so he would know that he wasn't having fun. But not a single sound could come out of him as he made a quick dash to the exit door. Fizzarolli didn't even try to stop him as the kid had nowhere to run, the door was locked and his fate sealed to whatever the clown decided.

 The cold robotic hands of the circus imp then rapidly grabbed the kid who was still trying to get the door open, snatching him off the door handle by force; hurting his little fingers in the process; while the other forced his way under his clothing and around his body like a snake wrapping itself on its victim, slithering down to his legs, torso and neck; pleasing itself on the weakness of its prey as it struggled.

 First came off his little shoes and socks, leaving his little hooves exposed as he tried to kick the metallic serpents. To try and tame him down, Fizzarolli smashed the kid against the floor, hurting one of his legs as Oliver tried to absorb some of the impact with them out of pure instinct; causing such pain that albeit not a pure scream, did get a crying-like sound out of the kid –prompting Fizz to smash him again as a way to shut him up.

 His left leg and cheek now showed slight bruising from both impacts, and a tear came from the child's eye as he tried to understand what was going on.

 —Why are you so sad? —Asked Fizzarolli in a cheerful, clownery voice—. Thought you wanted to spend time with your idol.

 Even if he was right on that, Oliver did not mean it in such a way; only looking at him with fear as he still struggled to free himself from his grasp.

 But still bothered by his struggles, Fizzarolli brought him closer, smashing him against the vanity table; pushing away some of the items on impact, proceeding to take off his pants, exposing his underwear. The kid's fear grew more and more as he feared for what could happen to him, leaving small droplets of blood on the table as a new bruise made itself visible on Oliver's nose.

 Unable to sign again, the mute kid tried to talk, scream and shout; but the muffled sounds meant nothing to the seemingly possessed clown as one of his fingers made its way under the underwear and into his anus as the rest pressed against his ass. The physical struggle against the metallic hand caused more pain as Fizz's finger made its way deep inside and the ones outside ripped his skin.

 Oliver tried to free his hands, but the more he tried to move them the tighter Fizz would hold him and the worse the pain would become. He could feel oxygen being ever so scarce every time this happened, and if this wasn't enough, Fizzarolli would play with his finger inside of him just to make sure he hadn't passed out, using his discomfort to tell apart whether he was awake or not.

 Not long after, Fizz decided to move on from just playing around with his body; and really began doing something more his speed. With the flexibility of his robotic arms, he rested Oliver on the table facing him, and with the other he took off his pants, revealing his girth to the kid.

 A new expression of fear came to Oliver as he placed his glace upon it, a big red dick with a threatening aura that Fizzarolli wasted no time on pushing it against his cheeks. Once again, the little kid tried to break himself free but as previously, he only got as far as getting exhausted for nothing when Fizz held him tighter to make sure he wouldn't set himself free.

 —You will only hurt yourself more by resisting. —Fizz told him condescendingly—.

 Oliver didn't listen as he kept trying to look away each time Fizzarolli pushed his dick against his face, forcing him to open his mouth with his second hand and ramming his cock inside.

 The little boy's gag reflex kicked in immediately as his body contorted and his eyes began to water down with tears. Fizzarolli only pleased himself more as he began to forcefully thrust in and out of his mouth like a fleshlight; while Oliver's tears worked as substitute for any lube he could've used. The wicked laughter of the clown filled the room as he mindlessly kept face fucking poor Oliver against the table, grabbing him by the hair to make sure they kept eye contact; finding pleasure on seeing the tears and excess saliva mixing up around his dick causing the most lustful sounds to emerge.

 Oliver still had hopes that this would be a nightmare and he would soon wake up, but the pain caused by the abuse was simple evidence that all of it was real as his adored idol and role model turned out to be a monster, and his suffering only worked towards Fizz as a pleasure mechanism that drove him ever close to his first climax. He was devastated, all his life underplayed by others due to his disability and weakness; even breaking his horns at one point –he had found hope for the future on the only person who brought him true joy, and now all of it was gone in an instant as his eyes laid upon a creature that, like the rest, only took advantage of him as he could do nothing to fight back. As his mouth felt sore and numb his will broke and simply wished for it to end; but it was only the beginning as Fizzarolli began to fill his mouth with cum.

 The atrocious moans of the clown penetrated Oliver's ears as his mouth filled up with Fizz's seed, forced to drink it up against his will as his body; triggered by muscle reflex, tried once again to push Fizzarolli away so he could breathe. It didn't take long before he began to choke and his body tried to expel as much cum as possible, making his face a mess of tears and semen while Fizz kept thrusting in and out even after reaching climax. Even his grasp on him got tighter as he finished cumming just to make sure the kid would take it all.

 It was only after a short while that Oliver was able to taste freedom again as Fizz took a moment to recover himself, but by then he was too weakened to escape. His body did try, having him crawl across the table top, but he couldn't drag himself to fall off the table or reach for a nearby stool, and by the time Fizz took notice he simply grabbed him again, smashing him against the table to keep him numb –expelling more cum from his mouth from the pure impact.

 Oliver tried to cry his heart out but it was as if he was completely dried out, almost ready to pass out again. But as previously done by Fizzarolli, kept causing him occasional harm to make sure he was still awake and conscious. Even as he cleans himself up to keep playing around with his fuck-toy, the punishment wouldn't stop for nothing, only changing from one torture to the next.

 Continuing this horrendous act, and without the need to change locations yet, Fizzarolli pushed Oliver's head against the mirrors on top and spread his legs wide open, having the kid present his hindquarters all sored up by the previous fingerplay done by him. The mute kid's groans were ever so weak each time as Fizz approached his dick to Oliver's anus and pushed against it, using what saliva, tears and cum was left on it as lubricant. His tiny legs shivering as it slowly went inside of him, stretching his anus wider and wider as he was penetrated against his will.

 The warm embrace of his insides felt spectacular and made Fizz quickly switch gears. What began as a slow penetration swiftly changed to a more fast-paced anal rape, stretching Oliver's insides and rearranging them just to fit Fizzarolli's girth.

 Pain was unbearable for Oliver as once again his lack of voice made his suffering sound like moans of pleasure. But since Fizz was only for his own pleasure and not of the kid's, he did not hesitate on smashing him against the mirror again and again until he finally had shut up from the constant trauma; and only his whimpering crying was left. The glass had broken at this point, scratching the kid's face and making it bleed droplets of blood. It was a miracle or a curse that Oliver was able to sustain all this damage and still survive.

 Meanwhile, Fizzarolli's thrusting turned more exciting as Oliver's body had finally taken shape around his cock, and it now slides in and out like a glove. He had successfully turned him into a living fleshlight for his own delight, meaning he could finally start having fun, regardless of what happened to Oliver for it.

 He kept fucking him senselessly as he crushed his body against the table with his own, grabbing Oliver from his broken horns and using that as support so he wouldn't slide off from all the movement. He was truly enjoying himself as he was getting close to climax once again, but he kept edging just to last a little more; and to reach a better orgasm –the only brief moments of air and rest the little kid could take as he was being rammed. But it didn't take long for Fizzarolli to simply let himself go and release his load inside Oliver.

 It quickly overflowed due to his small size, but Fizz did enjoy making a mess of him again. Oliver tiers kept coming too as he felt the warmth inside him, and hoped that it was finally over when Fizz let him go for a moment. But the truth told a different story.

 Oliver turned around to see what Fizzarolli was up to, but his focus kept going back to his own body, stained with semen as his legs twitched with cum still dripping out of his ass. On the other side, Fizz was pulling some pills from a drawer.

 —We're not done yet my #1 fan. The fun's just begun and you wouldn't want to waste the chance to spend more time with your favourite clown now, do you? —Fizzarolli didn't even looked at him, just teasing more torture—. I'm sure you are just as excited.

 What Fizzarolli took were pills manufactured by Ozzie's company, Viagra-like pills that would enhance one's performance, sexual appetite as well as duration alongside improved orgasms, or in this case, multiple orgasms. They also worked instantly; another perk of produce created in hell with stronger ingredients than anything found on earth.

 Oliver could only try to escape again as he saw Fizz approaching with a lustful grin that almost had saliva coming out of it and his cock harder than before.

 Throwing himself off the table and trying to crawl away, Fizz looked at him like one looks at a pet who's doing something clever or entertaining.

 —That's not a way to thank your idol for spending time with his #1 fan.

 Fizzarolli stretched his robot arm to get him again, this time more violent than ever, smashing him against the floor in the process. The amount of physical trauma had him feeling pain all over his body and more difficulties to breath, but still his little body kept on fighting for dear life in hopes he could make it through.

 He was dragged through the floor all the way back to Fizz, closing up his face to Oliver's, he looked at it with pleasure as it showed his bruises and cuts from hitting the mirror earlier; even licking his face like he was a snack about to be eaten, completely turned on by how much abuse the little imp was taking and still had a will to escape.

 But as he looked at Oliver, he saw that behind him was the table of Fizzarolli merchandise and had his next big idea.

 He took him to the table, again, smashing him against it like a bratty kid who's playing with a toy and grabbed a strap on dildo; painted with his clown colour patterns all over and forced it on his mouth and down his throat, using the belts to lock it to his head like a muzzle.

 Oliver started to spit saliva and his body started to twitch again as it was too long for him to handle –all while Fizz penetrated him again and again. The kid tried to take it off but the more he tried to struggle with it the worse it fell on the inside, making him struggle even more until he got tired again.

 Fizzarolli laughed at his efforts as he tightened the belts more and more until they too would begin to leave a mark on his face and the metal buckle began cutting on his skin, prompting more subtle bleeding. All while his cum-lubricated cock kept thrusting inside and out of Oliver.

 —And you haven't seen what comes next! —Claimed the clown as he took another big dildo from the pile of items—.

 The louder he laughed the harder he would fuck Oliver's ass, his insides so moulded now that Fizz could swear his cock touched the tip of the dildo on Oliver's throat if he tried hard enough. 

 As the pounding continued, Oliver's thoughts were of home, his mind now trying to block the outside reality with made up memories that could cheer him up. But Fizzarolli's voice was so powerful that even as his mother or father talked to him; it was in Fizz' tone of voice, or would straight up laugh like him. Not even inside his head was Oliver safe.

 And after what felt like eternity, Fizzarolli was cumming again, the cum looking for any place to escape trough as he kept fucking him. Making a worse mess than before both on Oliver and on their surroundings. With that in mind, Fizz took off the strap-on and covered it on the cum that made it out of Oliver, just to put it back on him.

 His body reacted to the cum covered dildo and his tongue began to lick it clean however it could, as it had to keep making way for the excess saliva that kept being produced due to this torture. He hated the taste of both the cum and the plastic, but couldn't control the involuntary reactions this treatment had him on.

 Meanwhile, Fizz had pulled out and had grabbed the second dildo, comically looking into how he was going to shove it down on Oliver. Part of this apparent "act".

 But without second thoughts as he was just being funny, he rammed it inside of Oliver's anus. A dildo large enough to actually push back the strap-on dildo by a millimetre.

 The more he damaged Oliver's insides the worse the pain would get and his body would get ever so slightly closer to its limit as the abuse continued, a possible end to his nightmare. Fizzarolli on the other hand, despite his rudeness and careless behaviour towards him, wanted him to stay awake for it –a crucial requirement for his own sick pleasure.

 So, to keep him awake he took the similar pills to those he had used on himself and force-feed them to Oliver, stretching his lips just so he wouldn't have to remove the strap-on and put it on again. These pills focused less on sexual performance and more so for sheer energy and endurance; popular between those overworked and overstressed.

 The sudden rush crawled around Oliver's body as he felt awake and alive, but that didn't take away the pain; and if anything, it made it worse as all sensibility came back to him with it.

 Fizzarolli then continued his assault by sliding the dildo inside and out, going quicker and quicker with each penetration, the dildo coming out each time with a little redder tint.

 But as a consequence of his doing, Oliver had recovered his will to escape too and once again he was trying to remove himself from Fizzarolli's grasp, clenching to try and avoid the dildo up his ass or scratching the strap-on on his mouth to get it off, it kept hurting him; but he kept trying. Fizz tried to numb him back into submission but violence wasn't helping this time –at least until he once again smashed his head repeatedly against the table, the dildo on the strap-on most likely broke a tooth or two as a profound and deep muzzled scream came from a crying Oliver to a point that it had him on the verge of convulsing.

 At this moment any effort to keep him still was useless until Oliver tired himself out and blood leaked from his mouth. When he finally stayed sill and silent again; Fizz took off the strap-on, got on the table and approached his cock to Oliver's mouth to face-fuck him again. Interested in how it would feel now that it had been further damaged.

 Furthermore, with how long he had that thing on, his mouth had gone numb and stayed open even after being freed from the toy, making it look like he was ready to please Fizzarolli again even if that wasn't the case.

 —You are finally cooperating. How nice of you. —Said Fizz with a mocking tone as Oliver's body trembled—.

 Drugged, beaten, bleeding, broken. He felt cold and couldn't help but to shiver constantly as Fizzarolli went to town on his mouth, trying to use his cock to push out the dildo still inside his butt.

 His numbed mouth felt like soft silk for Fizz, and as for Oliver, it felt like ants crawled around his tongue while the piercing pain of a broken tooth made itself known each time Fizzarolli's cock went deep on his throat. He couldn't take it any longer; yet his body refused to let go.

 And Fizz laughed over and over as he did manage to push out the dildo with his thrusting, and Oliver's anus muscles helped him as his body rejected the foreign object.

 When that happened, Fizz simply used his robot hands to grab it and shove it inside again, now moving it in and out at the same pace as he fucked Oliver's mouth, like if both were tied by an invisible string and one going forward made the second respond by going backwards; and in a sudden change both then synchronized and went inside and outside together. At least until Fizzarolli's next orgasm, when he began to think of a new way to spark creativity to his endeavour as he filled Oliver's mouth with cum once again.

 So, for his next act he would turn Oliver to face him, and with the dildo still inside him; Fizz tried to penetrate him again. There was no way to fit both inside at the same time, but that did not mean he wouldn't at least try to. But as his cock went in, the dildo would pop out, and as he shoved the dildo inside, he would push Oliver so hard it would pop out his cock.

 Going at it for a while until it turned out to be a laughable experience for the clown.

 —One goes in, one goes out. —Fizz said followed by an evil laugh—.

 All while Oliver was still choking on Fizz's residual cum.

 —You know kid, we could turn this into an actual show. The imp that tried to take two dicks at the same time!

 Fizz then used his robot arms to bring a small mirror from his desk and placed it in front of Oliver's eyes. He could see himself with cum, tears and blood leaking from all places as he was still being played around with.

 —Imagine your fans cumming to see this face! Get it? Cumming. —The clown kept laughing—.

 Oliver could only look at himself and feel destroyed, lost and abandoned by hope as he kept being rammed down by Fizzarolli's cruel act.

 All while the clown kept using him like a cocksleeve that needed to be constantly filled up.

 What else could he do to the little kid that would keep him entertained, or this fictional audience he was referring to by calling this wrongdoing a show?

 He began to realise he was feeling the same way he felt when he couldn't perform for Mammon prior to his last-minute notice. This lack of creativity and originality had him tired and fed up for a long time after all, and this feeling was most likely the reason he felt the need to lash out on Oliver too.

 He felt violated by Mammon's ways and now he was trying to vent his anger and pent-up stress in a similar fashion. Projecting his feelings by violating Oliver.

 And as he stood there, looking at what he had done to the poor imp kid; feeling his body fill with self-rage ready to be deposited onto his victim, a knock on his door followed by a familiar voice:

 —Hey! Froggy? Are you there?

 It was Asmodeus.

 —Oh… Uh… One minute Ozzie! —Replied Fizz—.

 Fizzarolli snapped out of it for a moment to remove the sex toys from the table and from Oliver too, quickly put on his pants and with a worried look on his face; opened the door.

 —Ozz, babe… what a surprise to see you here…

 —I should be saying the same thing. I was waiting for you at the palace; I thought you wanted to see a movie together, remember? —Asmodeus noticed Fizz looked weird, and had a troubled expression as he talked—. Is everything ok?

 —Y-Yes! I was just venting a little and I guess I lost track of time.

 —Babe, you know you can talk things out with me, right? —Asmodeus forced his way inside—.

 After what Fizz went through the last time he had a panic attack, Asmodeus couldn't help himself to worry about Fizzarolli, making sure he was safe and because of Fizz' stubbornness, he felt the need to be somewhat assertive about it.

 —Froggy, You- oh…

 The first thing he saw when stepping inside was the obvious mess that Fizz had caused, and then he saw Oliver, stained with cum all over him, used sex toys poorly hidden under the table, and the smell of sex was more than obvious for the sin of Lust.

 Fizzarolli expected Asmodeus to be mad at him; but he is the sin of Lust after all; and what is lust but giving onto the flesh? Instead, he saw Ozzie's face turn into one of understanding.

 —Is this imp the kid you told me about the other day?

 —Y-Yhea, he wanted to see the backstage and things got… carried away.

 —Well, if I had been with my idol as a kid I would have probably also get carried away.

 —So, you are not mad?

 —Why should I?! I mean, is true you never told me about your interest in younger partners; but lust is lust babe.

 Oliver, meanwhile, tried to grab Ozzie's attention to ask for help by making as much grunting sounds as he could, but all would be misunderstood by the demon king, who thought it was the kid's way to tell him he was interrupting their fun. Not even the clear signs of a broken body and spilled blood would deter Asmodeus from thinking this was all consensual; as he never saw Fizzarolli as villainous enough to force himself to others. He was his sweet Froggy after all.

 —He even has a broken horn; like you. I can see why the two of you bonded right away. —Asmodeus continued, acknowledging Olivers grunts as mentioned—. Just remember to heal him once you are done.

 Fizzarolli was surprised, without even having to excuse himself Ozzie had misunderstood the scene in his favour and was letting him continue his games with poor Oliver, but that also fuelled him with adrenaline and that adrenaline was about to have him ask the most dangerous question yet:

 —You could join if you want… He's been trying to grab your attention all this time after all.

 Fizz was now angrier than ever at Oliver for trying to snitch on him to Ozzie, this suggestion was his way to get back at him. If he had such a bad time with him, Fizzarolli was sure he would have an even worse time with Asmodeus, after all he was bigger than him in every aspect.

 —It's true I haven't had any fun myself in a while… —Said Asmodeus as he used his magic to undress himself—. Are you ready, little guy?

 Oliver looked at Asmodeus with newfound shock, his hopes for freedom shattered yet again as he laid eyes upon the king's naked body. His massive size, and his massive cock; way bigger than Fizzarolli and the toys he had him play with.

 When he felt the hands of the king on his small hips, he tried to crawl away in an instant –to which Fizz intervened by smashing Oliver's head against the table. Ozzie did not care.

 —Ho, Ho, Ho, don't worry little guy. —Asmodeus laughed instead as he kneeled in order to have direct view into Oliver's butthole—. It's too big for me to begin with it right away.

 Instead of penetrating him with his massive cock, Asmodeus instead penetrated him with his tongue, almost as long and big, perfect to ready him up. Oliver screamed as the tongue went in, of course.

 And so began a new torture for him. Asmodeus tongue could be pretty much described as limitless, for much of his body was actually being close to a physical flame; similar to his mane, that also was able to grow like fire. This meant that he could go as deep as he wanted on Oliver, and he did.

 You could even follow his tongue's path by following the abdominal bulges on Oliver's slim and small body; it didn't take long until it came out from his mouth for a split second after slithering back inside.

 —I love when you do that to me. —Giggled Fizz—. It also gives me an idea!

 Asmodeus was ready to take his tongue out of Oliver when he saw Fizzarolli climb on the table, and force his dick inside the kid's mouth.

 —Are you thinking what I am thinking?

 Oliver once again felt suffocated, his body in intense pain from Asmodeus' doing; while he nodded to Fizz, who fully penetrated Oliver's mouth as Ozzie gave him what would be some form of a blowjob from inside the imp kid, licking his insides as he licked Fizz' dick too in an uncanny way of masturbation and oral sex.

 Fizzarolli quickly got too aroused by this and thrusted on Oliver's face like you would a fleshlight. He was nothing but a sex toy for him and Ozzie.

 Suddenly, without warning, Fizzarolli had found himself on top of Oliver, while he was lying on his back, but on top of Asmodeus who too laid down on his shoulders, acting like a chair for both. With a little help from Ozzie's magic, Fizz was able to keep fucking Oliver's face while reaching Asmodeus for a kiss, and Asmodeus having Oliver rest on his waist was finally more than ready to fuck the kid too. Oliver could only see for brief moments the gigantic cock of Asmodeus rubbing against his butt and even his own penis.

 Their cocks locked firmly, rubbing against each other in a sensual dance of pleasure. Meanwhile, Oliver still couldn't breathe properly due to the tightness around his neck from Fizz's cock. He wanted to cry and beg but his body had no strength left, instead he once again slowly began to go blank as he turned more into this sex toy of sorts.

 In no time, Asmodeus began penetrating Oliver, taking charge of his body with more intensity than even Fizz himself was capable of. He caressed his chest, ran his fingers down Oliver's chest and nipples, and finally moved lower to his crotch where he teased his penis relentlessly. In turn, Oliver responded in rough, bucking upwards into his touch, trying to reach higher and harder, pushing his body to the extreme as he tried to get Asmodeus' cock out of him.

 Meanwhile, Fizz kept his focus on Oliver's mouth, using his dick to explore deeper and deeper into his throat, pushing him further and further beyond his limits. With every thrust of his hips, Oliver's cries became louder and louder. Soon, they merged into one harmonic note of pure ecstasy as Fizz moaned in pleasure.

 Asmodeus felt proud of himself for being so skilled at fucking, after all he was the sin of lust, and had to always keep his ways fresh and new. It gave him immense satisfaction seeing how easily he controlled another man's mind and body. He had successfully taken over two lovers at once, something he hadn't done in such a long time. And it felt good knowing that the little imp kid was completely helpless under his control.

 Being such an important demon he could only wish to have this much fun from time to time and spending this time with Fizz made it even more special than ever.

 Now the sin of lust leaned backwards as he had the time of his life, playing with Fizz during a French kiss, feeling his tongue wet around the imp's, his claws leaving a mark on the poor kid as they went as deep as his weak skin allowed.

 Oliver's heart raced again, still in pain; still alive. His body only reacting to the sin's advances as it pushed itself against him, begging him to stop; but stopping wasn't on Asmodeus menu today.

 Without hesitation the demon king continued, forcing Oliver to hump in his cock, violently fucking him to his heart's content. The girth of the demon pushed strongly against the kid's butt, struggling to make its way inside. The little kid could feel this as well and it didn't take long before silent moaning made its way out, his mouth still blocked by Fizz's cock, followed by uncontrolled movements of his hips that met half way with Asmodeus' thrusts into his ass.

 ***

 You see, being lust itself, a secondary effect of reaching intimacy with Asmodeus was that you would eventually find it pleasing, regardless of the torture or pain, as this is the same way he had his fun with Solomon's wife over and over back in the day.

 ***

 Oliver could feel his cock expanding his insides with each push, forcing his anus to spread just so his cock could make it in and out.

 While his body clearly craved for more, Oliver never stopped begging for help, but without a voice there is no one to hear you cry. There was no other choice but for him to cave in and lean towards desire.

 As he took the demon's cock up the ass, he would reach out for his own and stroke himself following the rhythm with his hands. He wanted to stop, but the sin's influence was stronger, and the more they did it, the more it looked like he was a part of it.

 It felt like it went on for hours, but those hours seemed to never go by, neither of them getting closer to climax, neither of them betting tired.

 But as fear continued to build up inside of Oliver, so does the demon's hunger. After kissing Fizz for a while, Asmodeus would lick the kid's neck, biting it from time to time; or he would whisper on his ears, telling him the sweetest lies. All while the imp hold himself tight, denying the fact he wanted all those things and more; a feeling inside that made him wish to be made to satisfy.

 He was caving in to the demon and his desires. That's when Asmodeus would tease him around one last time, pressing Oliver's ass against his cock with all his might. Pushing it as far inside and out over and over, letting him know it was time. By then Oliver would grab his own penis as the pressure build up inside and just as the demon pushed one last time, both would cum together with might.

 And as it all settled down Oliver was able to realize. Covered in sweat and his own cum, he was now playing along with these two monsters he once trusted.

 Shortly he would begin to feel the burn of Fizzarolli's and Asmodeus' cum. Fizz's was tasteless to him yet he felt a flaming delight when he ultimately had to drink it as it overflowed his mouth. Fizz's cock covering every inch of him as he pushed him against his cock using his broken horns as a handle. Fizz would inevitably moan in pleasure, but his moans sounded like a cold and death tone of music covered in darkness –a mixture of moans and groans that dissipated the diving line between pleasure and violence.

 The imp kid could barely breath as his hands tried to scratch Asmodeu's chest claiming for air, but his chance only showed itself after every last drop of cum had been deposited on him, being finally released by Fizzarolli as he began to cough out what he couldn't drink. His eyes watering in tears as he felt life escaping from him for a moment.

 At the same time, Asmodeus came too, his seed a strong aphrodisiac for a weak body like Oliver's, burning up his insides, but this time in a literal sense as it felt like flames crawling through his body. His body could only hold so much of it before the excessive cumming of the demon made a mess of the scene.

 As their peaks faded away in unison, their souls intertwined, forming a blend of intense emotions –passion, desire, and strength– that surpassed any previous encounter. It was a fusion of feelings and cravings that went beyond understanding, surpassing the limits of the physical world and challenging all reason. In a fleeting instant, they merged into a single being, three distinct parts merging seamlessly. But as abruptly as it had started, it was over.

 In that very moment, a transformation occurred that would alter their lives forever. A profound change took place within them, awakening a sense of vitality they had never experienced. A fresh perspective emerged, revealing not only new insights about themselves and their connection, but also about the universe. Their senses became sharper, emotions more intense, and every touch seemed to spark with electricity.

 Oliver's legs twitched nervously, wondering if this was something he wanted to experience again, and Asmodeus' flames flapped frantically, trying to contain the overwhelming emotions coursing through his veins.

 Even though they were now one, there remained a small part in that kid's heart that still yearned for separation; a small fragment that longed for independence and freedom once again, praying to be let go. In that moment, he realized how deeply he had become entangled with his rapists –and how difficult it would be to let go as Asmodeus' seed made its way into his head permanently.

 Despite the intensity of their encounter, the three of them walked away feeling lighter somehow, almost giddy with excitement. Despite knowing full well the risks involved, they found themselves drawn back towards each other, irresistibly compelled by the magnetic force between them. There was no denying the pull, the magnetism, the undeniable connection they shared. Perhaps it was foolishness to think that they could continue down such a path. But sometimes, foolishness is necessary to find happiness, to lose oneself entirely in someone else's arms. So they continued, driven by desire and lust, fuelled by passion and love. And thus, their new journey together began.

 Asmodeus turned to look at Fizzarolli, his eyes sparkling with a feral intensity.

 —Shall we keep him? —He asked, his voice rough and husky—.

 —I don't know why you ask me. —Fizz replied laughing as he saw the now zombified kid lay on top of Asmodeus, his eyes dead inside—.

 —Well, you were the one fucking his brains out, Froggy. Maybe he can help you cool off when I can't.

 —Ozzy! Would you do that for me?

 —As long as you don't break him to a point even my pills can't fix him, yhea I don't see why not. —Asmodeus looked at the kid, laughing—. That's if I didn't break him myself.

 —Well, he's not used to you like I am!

 —And that's what I like about us you freaky little frog.

 Both laughed as Oliver finally reached some rest. Ignoring him for the rest of the evening as they continued their passionate fornication without him.

 Much time later they took him to Asmodeus' mansion, where he was taken advantage of by these two even more –the only source of peace coming from Ozzie's cum as it worked almost like a mind wiping agent on the little kid. But this wouldn't be a thing whenever Fizz would take him to his shows, to be an in-between-acts plaything for him and a source of stress relief.

 Ultimately, together, they formed an unbreakable bond, a bond kept together by sin and manipulations, eventually leading the kid to believe that if he could endure these treatments, he too would become a famous clown, and maybe he could break the cycle of abuse he had endured so no other imp would have to go through the same. He began to see this as if they were a team, a family, and he would do whatever it took to protect each other to keep this façade in hopes to one day overthrow Fizz.

 As they continued their journey, Oliver discovered hidden depths within himself. He found courage he never knew he had, facing his fears head-on and emerging stronger each time. With Asmodeus and Fizz by his side, he learned to embrace his fears, using it to his advantage rather than letting it define him.

 But all of these was of course a dream, a dream he kept telling himself to sleep at night, a night that never lasted long enough, or was never short enough depending on when these two monsters felt like toying with his body.

 Oliver had become nothing but a sex toy for them and whatever was left of himself slowly died in the process.

 There was no road to riches or path to a brighter future, no cycle to break, whatever life he had left was doomed to begin with.