Pleasure.

“Let’s have a little test, shall we?” Mephistopheles said, “Come closer.”

Dago crawled closer to the bed, so he was right at Mephistopheles’ lap. He had a guess where this might lead, but waited for further instructions. With the zip of a zipper, Dago was staring at his new master’s flaccid cock.

“Go on,” was the instruction.

Dago made the motion to take Mephistopheles in his hand, but he was slapped across the face with a surprising sting.

“I didn’t say you were allowed,” Mephistopheles growled.

Dago blinked a couple of times to recover from the surprise, but settled his arm back down to the ground and leaned forward. He cautiously began to suck Mephistopheles to hardness, wisely keeping his hands on the ground. Dago certainly wasn’t doing his best, but a stolen glance up at his new master said that he was doing enough. Mephistopheles began to breathe heavier, though he was trying not to show it on his face. Dago could hear his heartbeat quicken and could practically hear the blood pumping.

“Now show me what you can do,” Mephistopheles instructed in a strained voice.

Dago stopped moving his head, but continued to run his tongue across the underside of Mephistopheles’ cock. He pulled all of the sensation away from his master for a moment. He seemed to forget the feeling would come to him and he made a choked noise as it suddenly felt like someone was attached to his dick and not the other way around. He pushed all the pleasure back toward Mephistopheles before he got punished for something.

“Shit,” Mephistopheles groaned, “That was more feeling than I expected. Enjoying yourself?”

Dago didn’t answer, he was a bit busy. He had been, now he didn’t feel much at all. He didn’t want to admit being aroused by all of this, not even in the least bit. Dago continued to allow himself to feel that by pushing anything else he started to feel toward Mephistopheles. Dago knew he was almost done, he could feel tugging at his hair and Mephistopheles mumbling something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like swears. He tugged at Dago’s hair and pushed him down as far as he’d go down his throat.

Mephistopheles finished with a groan down Dago’s throat. He pulled him off when his cock felt too sensitive and held Dago up by his chin.

“Swallow,” he said, and Dago obliged, “I think you’re going to make a very good ****, after some discipline.”