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Vox sat in his office chair, aimlessly spinning around while sighing. He had been absolutely swamped with work lately, and needed a distraction. A strong one.
Alcohol wouldn't cut it this time around, they'd be able to smell it on his breath. Same goes for cigarettes. He'd have to find a more...creative outlet for his stress.
Valentino hadn't been helping him take care of his 'needs' as of late, and that certainly contributed to his overwhelming stress. Vox let out a loud, drawn out groan. Why must he be cursed with human emotions in the afterlife? Suppose it was hell after all, and it was meant to suck ass, but this was just plain annoying.
Begrudgingly booting up his computer, Vox rummaged through his desk drawer. He was looking for something specific, a spefic tape he kept of himself from his human life that he watched when he was stressed. It helped him escape reality almost, made him think of simpler times when he just Vincent Whittman, the weather boy who's face you recognised but never knew his name. Suprisingly, his computer still had a tape player, though it was modern. Vox inserted the tape, leaning back in his chair as his computer monitor flickered with pictures of the old recording. Eventually stopping buffering, his monitor showed a slightly fuzzy video of a young man with floppy brown hair and cute black glasses. Vincent Whittman.
Vox's human self.
It's strange seeing a video of yourself as a human, when you're currently sat rotting away in hell for eternity. But at the same time, it's like seeing your old baby photos, if your old baby photos where of a young new hire thats way too cute for his own good...
No. No no no no no. He shouldn't be thinking these thoughts about himself, it was completely abnormal to find your old photos attractive, even if you where a young man with too much innocence and a cute smile...ugh.
It was almost sinful the way he looked back then, and Vox only realised now how much of a target he was for big corporations. He was the exact kind of person Vox preyed upon now. Fuck...
Vox's dick twitched in his boxers, completely betraying his desperate will to not think about his past self that way. The urge to touch himself becoming more apparent, Vox let out a pathetic whimper. A bulge had began to form in his trousers, but Vox chose to try ignore it, hopelessly trying to cling onto whatever shred of dignity he had left. A high ranking overlord such as himself doesn't get off to old videos! Or atleast that's what he told himself as he slowly unzipped his trousers and let them drop to his ankles. The pre-cum had already leaked through his boxers, completely soaking himself. The sight was absolutely pathetic. Vox, an all powerful demonic overlord capable of ungodly atrocities, whimpering as he touched himself through the soaked fabric of his boxers.
The video continued playing, and it was almost becoming too much for Vox to handle. The mere sound of his own voice from the recording fuelling his arousal. Touching himself through his boxers wasn't going to be enough, he needed more. Desperately.
Vox's boxers dropped to the ground, joining his trousers in pooling around his ankles as his already hard cock sprung out. It was throbbing, the sensation almost too much to handle. He needed something, anything to give him some resemblance of relief. Pre-cum began to coat his fingers as he stroked his throbbing cock, any traces of dignity long forgotten in the haze of chasing pleasure. Vox kept his eyes glued to his monitor, watching as his human self gave the weather report for about 80 years ago, completely unaware of the effect this seemingly innocent recording would have on him later in life. He shouldn't be doing this, wanking off to yourself was something only sick freaks did. It was wrong. But to Vox right now? If this was wrong, he didn't want to be right. His strokes where becoming faster, feverishly chasing the high of an orgasm.
Vox closed his eyes, his leaking cock practically beging for more attention. He might have not been able to see his human self, but he could hear him and picture him in his mind, envision him and his beautiful body and pretty boy face, and that was pathetically enough to get him off. His thighs shook as he could feel his orgasm coming, biting back moans and groans of pure bliss.
"A-ah~ Fuck...h-heh~"
Lightly stroking and teasing his cock head with his claws was what finally sent Vox over the edge. Cum spilled out from his twitching dick, coating his hands in the sticky white fluid. Vox flung his head back, resting his tv head against his chairs headrest. His eyes where practically rolled into the back of his head, and the wave of post orgasm euphoria washed him over him like a pleasant breeze. Quickly licking his hands clean, Vox pulled his boxers and trousers back up and switched his monitor off. He could see his reflection in the dark screen, and his expression looked nothing short of absolutely wrecked, but fuck if it wasn't worth it...