With the combination of Angel throwing himself a pity party and his back turned to Alastor, the spider failed to realized the change in the radio demon's face. Angel huffed a heavy sigh, picking himself back up off the bed. One way or another he knew that weird cream Al brought was going to on his body whether he liked it or not. It was just easier to give in. What's one more thing against his wishes at this point?

On multiple occasions Alastor made it crystal clear that he didn't have any sexual interest in him, though the thought of anyone's hands on his body made his stomach turn. The porn star was known for his flexibility, but he had his limits. After days of being strung up in various positions for days even with his multitude of hands he knew he lacked the strength to reach certain places.

"I'm... going to need help..." Angel's voice come out more sheepish than he meant.

Reluctant to let go of Fat Nuggets, Angel shifted the pig between his hands as he tenderly removed pieces of his clothing. Little by little, the hidden marks that were left behind began to came to light. It wasn't until his jacket was safely removed that Alastor could see the full extent of the poor spider's defilement by Val's playtime.