Right Hole

Dago reached into the right hole and pulled out a slip of paper with a symbol he didn’t recognize on it. The sign that told him to pick one shifted into many shapes and finally was legible again. It read ‘insert symbol in slot’ with the appropriate slot appearing on the pedestal that held the box. Dago didn’t see any other choice, so he slipped the paper into the slot. Half a second later, a panel in the door opened up and slid to the side. Dago peered through the door, but the panel was closing, so he had **** to move to the other side. It appeared he was in an expensive looking office.

He looked around the office at the golden decorations with mild interest, but didn’t find an exit, much to his disappointment. He whirled around when he heard the panel opening up again. He saw an impossibly tall man enter the room, seemingly without noticing Dago. He wore an expensive looking suit and looked to be in his late forties. He poured himself a drink from a crystal bottle before sitting down at the desk. He finally looked at Dago with a set of startling gold eyes. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes were roving Dago’s naked form.

“You’re the sample test for the day, it seems,” he said, giving Dago the sense that he wasn’t supposed to answer, “Let’s get this over with and perhaps you’ll make it out alive.”

Dago set his jaw, trying not to frown. He didn’t intend on dying any time soon and had a very good feeling that this man didn’t know who the hell Dago was. He wasn’t exactly fragile. The man peered into his drink carefully before setting it on the desk untouched. He beckoned for Dago to approach the front of the desk. Dago willed his body to move over to the desk, though his common sense was telling him to do otherwise. The man reached up and yanked Dago’s hair, pulling his head down near the wood of the desk.
“My name is Mammon, in case you feel comforted knowing who will be fucking you,” the man said in a low voice.

Dago almost swore, but wisely decided against it. Mammon, he knew who that was, and that was about the last person Dago wanted to be in the company of, considering where he was. Mammon released Dago’s head and waved him around the desk. Dago complied and Mammon made him sit on the desk. He dipped a long finger into the glass he made for himself and presented it to Dago’s face. Dago stared blankly at Mammon for a moment, trying his best to seem unaware and stupid so he would be left alone.
“Don’t be thick, boy,” Mammon warned.

Dago grimaced, but did as Mammon expected of him. He wet his lips and slowly opened his mouth. He licked the brandy off of Mammon’s offered finger, trying not to make a face from the biting taste of ****. When he couldn’t taste any more, he pulled away, and licked his lips again.
“Nice mouth, now put it to better use,” Mammon commanded, pulling his chair away from the desk further.

Dago frowned and dropped to his knees in front of Mammon’s chair, who quickly had a surprisingly normal-sized boner ready for what Dago had been instructed. Dago kind of expected a monster from a seven-foot-tall man, but he was pretty relieved to find he wasn’t going to end up with a sore throat, among other things. Mammon wasn’t very patient and as soon as Dago’s knees hit the floor, he forcibly pulled Dago’s head down. Dago was already threatened enough, he didn’t figure fighting now was going to help him any. He summoned up as much saliva as he could and tentatively began to open his mouth. Like he anticipated, his mouth was jammed down Mammon’s cock as far as he could let it go. Mammon released his grip and allowed Dago’s head to bob up and down on his lap.

Mammon groaned appreciatively. At least someone’s enjoying this, Dago thought wryly. He had originally intended on trying to feign ignorance in sexual matters, but Mammon was being too rough to allow him any time to pretend anything. He needed his ability to deep throat to prevent himself from getting sick and he had a hunch he’d need to be especially wet in his sucking for another reason.

“Get up, turn around,” Mammon finally said, confirming Dago’s suspicion.
Dago did as he was told and firmly planted his hands on the desk, but Mammon didn’t do what Dago expected him to. He felt hot breath on the small of his back and nearly flinched away from the sudden sensation. He felt teeth on his flesh all of a sudden, making him **** back a cry of pain. Mammon pulled Dago’s hips back and made him sit on his lap, immediately impaling Dago. Mammon pulled him all the way down, causing Dago to cry out in pain. He wasn’t anywhere near an anal virgin, but with nothing but spit for lube, he was still in a lot of pain.

Mammon was merciful enough to let Dago sit for a second and get accustomed to the pain, but it wasn’t long before he impatiently bounced his lap, hoping that Dago would catch the hint. Dago wasn’t facing Mammon any longer, so his face was stretched in an expression of excruciating pain. He slowly pulled up and Mammon quickly shoved him back down on his dick. He gritted his teeth and growled in pain. They repeated this process several times before Dago was finally used to the feeling of pain. He started moving faster, but Mammon pushed him forward onto the desk. Mammon had his arms wrapped around Dago’s waist while he pounded into him. Dago finally managed to get himself propped on his elbows when Mammon suddenly stopped and Dago felt something warm. Dago shut his eyes, glad it was over.

“I think I’ll get my money’s worth out of you, definitely,” Mammon said, slightly breathless. He still sounded cruel.