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A Demon in the Office

Hell isn’t below ground, it thrives in the Open Space

Coffee black as his soul and steamy, burning anyone with a decent palate.

A gray mug with the inscription ‘Boss N#1’ written on it, almost a gift to pride.

And a gait that made him look like a King among men.

Well, that was the case since the Office was technically his territory as he took another sip. As he sighed from his tongue sizzling then regenerating, the tickling feeling was almost as delicious as the powerful flavor.

“Nothing beats good coffee when checking the trenches,” he said with a hint of satisfaction as his golden gaze swept around.

Of course, wherever he looked in the open space, his employees dropped their heads and went down to their jobs. They stopped talking and rushed to their computers, typing as fast as they could to pick up the slack they’d accumulated by socializing.

Something the Demon looked at with a mixture of satisfaction and frustration. Frustration that even Mythicals had that tendency to mingle like Humans… And satisfaction that he’d wiped them into shape so much so they wouldn’t even meet his gaze unless they were working.

Maybe the Mythical Resources would say it does not fit the corporate culture, or that the satisfaction score for his service was low.

But he’d increased production by 20%. And to hell with the turnover, he thought as he grinned and strutted along, his hooved steps silenced by the carpet.

“Sir? I need your approval for the seminary next week,” intervened a Gryphon, poking his head from behind his screen. Instantly, his feathers puffed up while his green eyes went from Iterex’s golden eyes down his vest, and then lower, to his waist.

“Eyes up there,” laughed the Demon, shaking his coffee and ignoring the aspersion so long they didn’t land on his white shirt. “And have you talked to Miranda from MR?”

“I didn’t, but I need your app-“

“Talk to her first; I don’t handle that,” said the Demon, dismissively waving his hand.

The Gryphon’s head dropped behind the screen with a small squawk while Iterex rolled his eyes and strutted along.

“Silly Mortals,” he said, while he continued his patrol.

His routine. His little round. His early-morning check-up, during which he got the vibes from his delivery department. His… Little world.

Three years in, nobody was asking about his actions; nobody dared to glare at him. And he knew all the employees’ names, their payrolls… And sure enough, it was good to keep or not.

Such was the case of Aaron as Iterex approached, practically the last before he could return to his private office.

From behind, the brown-furred Minotaur was like any other. Two horns pointing outward, then upward. A smaller head compared to his wide neck and wider shoulders. A body built practically for war, and yet strained inside a green shirt whose seams were fighting to contain his shape.

And as usual, he was hunched over his keyboard, typing while reading the Excel files that were offered. However, again, he seemed not to have noticed that Iterex did not salute him when the Demon passed by him on the round. An insult for a proper Boss. Iterex approached, his legs practically pressed against the back of the Minotaur’s chair as he laughed.

“Aaron. Have you caught up with the schedule for next week?”

“… You have your balls on my shoulder, sir,” said the Minotaur.

“Is that a problem?” asked Iterex, taking another sip while watching the Minotaur typing the numbers with his hands instead of using those ‘formulas’ as he called them.

“It’s indecent. It’s leaving a stain.”

“MR has no issue with that.”

No. MR had no problem with his attire. Compared to most workers wearing the typical formal attire for office workers… The Demon was strutting along, naked waist down.

It earned him a few earnest glances from the females of other services or the young souls who wanted to ‘fit in’.

And the reason was simple. Demons were extremely well-endowed, and it would have been a source of discrimination for them to wear pants that would be uncomfortable for them, even if they had them custom-fitted.

Which, in the case of Iterex, was true for his shirt and vest.

But nothing waist down since he was freeballing. His low-hanging, sweaty, glabrous testicles were swaying with each of his steps while his cock remained inside its sheath.

However, it felt delightful as he leaned against Aaron’s chair, feeling the lessened weight of his gonads as they rested on the Minotaur’s broad shoulders… The perfect balls rest.

“Well. I do not appreciate such familiarity, sir,” replied the Minotaur, still hunched, and then raising his shoulder, solely making those balls bounce onto it before they dropped.

“It’s fine. I’m only checking up on you. Since you failed last week’s preparation. So, how goes that one?”

Iterex laughed, taking another sip before looking over his shoulder. He met with a few more eyes from those in the department before they turned back to their work. And then, he turned to the Minotaur, smiling while Aaron was still typing.

“I had already fixed it. You had the file in your inbox.”

“Excuses. You should have told me you had it ready,” replied Iterex, before he emptied the cup and put it on the desk, practically by the Minotaur’s hand.

“You were on a call. Sir,” replied Aaron, his fingers twitching and stopping for a moment. Before he returned to taping those numbers, before Iterex grabbed the mouse and hid the window.

“You could have dropped a message. Anything would have worked,” huffed the Demon, dropping the mouse and crossing his arms while the Minotaur turned his head slightly, his horns almost meeting Iterex’s balls. But he must have also smelled the strong musk emanating from them… From the sheathed dick still inside… Or that was, as blood rushed inside, making the tip slowly slide off the sheath.

A vision that captivated the eyes and the nose, with a flavor that was unique to the Demons. Only a few species could be as endowed as Demons… Perhaps the Minotaurs. But clearly not most mortals.

And so, Iterex smiled, his finger appearing right before Aaron’s eyes as he pointed the cup.

“I need a refill. And we will follow up on that conversation in my office.”

“Sir.. I-“

“You will finish this Excel when I tell you to. Now, coffee,” said the Demon as he stepped back, his testicles dropping and swaying heavily between his large legs as he strutted to his private office.

His tail even wagged behind him as he heard whispers but nothing he could pick on.

He glanced once more at the open space, seeing the silence return before he entered the isolated room and closed the wooden door behind him.

His office, which was… His little paradise. From the little statue to Mammon to his well-used couch… Or the plain window wall opening on the skyscrapers on the other side.

An ode to his exhibitionism as he observed the street below. And then sat on his oversized chair to tend to the tasks he was good at.

Sweet-talking the other departments into taking on his work at their expense.

Office politics. That was Iterex’s domain, and with a reflex, he reached for his cup of coffee, only to notice it wasn’t there yet.

The Demon then sighed, typing another scathing email to another director who’d tried to redirect the blame of a failed project on him.

Technically, the specifications were clear, and Iterex had solely asked for them to do what was necessary. If they lacked any internal direction, it wasn’t from his feedback but from what they should have prepared.

Still, his answer was typed and ready when he heard the faint steps of Aaron entering the office, carrying the mug of steamy coffee he held cautiously.

“Hum? What took you so long?”

“I had to wait for the coffee. It wasn’t so long,” said the Minotaur, putting the mug onto the desk.

“Well, it took you,” began the Demon, checking his watch. “Five minutes and thirty seconds. Which is more than it should have been, considering you didn’t wipe the mug.”

The Demon even pointed with his index finger at the droplet on the left side of the mug, about to meet with the carpet… if not for Iterex’s fingertip brimming with power and the droplet evaporating in a caffeinated steam.

“Sir!”

“What? It’s nothing but a quick spell. So what if I can’t use magic for the day?” replied the Demon, rolling his eyes. “But to our issue. What took you so long to come here?”

Iterex leaned forward. He interlocked his fingers, his eyes fixated on Aaron as the Minotaur looked anxious. Tense, from the monster inside his pants. But not only. He was scratching the base of his horns as if he were ashamed. And ashamed, he ought to be if he did something stupid.

Then, the Demon reclined with his hands closer to his mouth and teeth.

“You’ve been talking with Sanya of MR. That’s right?”

“She… Came here to talk payroll with people in our service, but she saw me and-“

“No need to explain further,” said Iterex, closing his eye and waving his hand. “Close the door.”

Aaron paused, then looked over his shoulder at the oiled wooden door. Then he turned back to Iterex. The Minotaur pointed at the door again, with the Demon silently nodding.

Then, Aaron stepped back, closed the door, and almost leaned against it.

“Am I in trouble, Sir?” asked the Minotaur nervously.

“It depends. It has been a while since we had a proper talk, you and I, Aaron,” said the Demon, pointing to the chair. “Sit.”

Aaron definitely looked like a wreck as he approached the chair and sat in front of the Demon, who looked definitely in control. Hands interlocked, the gaze fixated on it, an aura surrounding him.

“How long has it been? Three months?”

“Years, sir,” replied Aaron.

“Years? Oh. That’s right. We rarely need to do one-to-one. You are efficient,” said Iterex, releasing his fingers and leaning back in his chair. “Now. Tell me. What has Sanya been talking about? That pixie has been sniffing around my domain for far too long.”

“It’s…”

“Oh. It must be the usual spiel. She has issues with the payroll because she can’t handle it. Or something about those darn company exercises. I told her KPIs don’t care about yoga.”

The Demon waved his hand around, huffing and grunting.

“We talked about my potential move to another department.”

“Excuse you?”

Iterex asked with wide eyes. With his clenched fist, he hit the wooden desk with enough strength for some coffee to spill on his papers.

Next, he leaned forward, his index finger on the desk.

“You want to abandon this service?”

“No-. I love working here, but-“

“But what? Is the pay not enough? I told you the annual values don’t permit it. Plus. You’re already a senior. What else could be done?”

“It’s not that-“ blabbered Aaron, trembling with his hands raised.

“Then it’s the software? The training? You’re already the most well-trained. You’re my right hand. You’ll basically get the department when I move up-“

“IT’S YOU!”

Iterex stopped, his mouth open. He had his hand outstretched in a volatile display. But his movements stopped. His brow dropped in a frown. Then he looked at Aaron, looking at the trembling Minotaur, who frowned back, with his tight fists against his thighs.

“Sorry?” asked Iterex, flabbergasted.

“It’s you! You’re making everyone’s life worse! You drove Gerald away! Minnie is in depression because of you! We keep asking for new hardware, but you keep pushing back! We have to take extra hours because we keep having crashes and calls with IT!

“That’s not an issue. You can work more,” replied Iterex, huffing and leaning back further.

But Aaron was standing up, his eyes red.

“But you refuse to pay them! And you spend all day sending emails and orders like a tyrant! You are also… Walking around, rubbing his balls and cock on everything like you’re marking your territory because MR can’t do a thing!”

Well.

That might be true, and smelling his own mark onto his workers had something enthralling for the Demon, who chuckled.

But the reaction was for the Bull’s fur to stand up and his face to turn into fury.

“You refused my Minos Leave because you said it wasn’t a real celebration! But it is for my country and family! And- And-!”

“And?”

“You’re a fucking idiot! Everyone knows that!”

Iterex’s amused smile vanished as he frowned, then looked at the Bull, who was on his feet, glaring at him. Then, the Demon looked at the door, seeing the faint shimmer.

Well, he was already burned out from casting little cantrips over the morning… But the Demon was able to see the soundproofing enchantment.

Next, he stood up, his finger pointing down at Aaron.

“Weigh your words! Aaron! I won’t accept that disrespect!”

“And I’ve accepted yours far too long!” cried Aaron, grabbing the desk and shoving it aside.

His muscles bulged under his shirt. One button even popped, flying and landing at Iterex’s feet as he watched the desk slide away, with the connectors dragging the computer on the edge of falling.

But it didn’t seem to matter as Aaron had a free space to approach, stomping.

“What are you doing?!” roared Iterex, his fist clenched. “Don’t you know who I am? I am your boss! So put that desk back and prostrate before I fire you!”

“I’m tired of taking crap from you, Boss! In fact! I’m tired of being pent-up ALL DAY because of you!”

Iterex was already raising a hand, about to cast a restraining spell, when the glimmer at his fingertip fizzled out.

“Crap!” he grunted, then turning to Aaron, who stepped closer.

“What is it, Sir? Already spent? MR told you it was illegal to use those spells. And you keep using them until you can’t!”

“Heh! Fine by me! Then it’ll be stre-ngth?”

Iterex’s eyes widened when the Minotaur’s hands grabbed his arms. No, beyond that, he wrestled them close to Iterex, locking those arms close to his chest before lifting the Demon like… Like a mere toy.

“The Hells?” gargled Iterex, his eyes wide.

“You forgot Minotaurs are stronger than most Mythicals,” scoffed Aaron, shaking his head as he pinned Iterex against the hardened glass wall. “That’s so you. Always forgetting us.”

“Get your hands off, Aaron! You’re fired! I tell you! You’re fired! SECURITY! HELP! THEY’RE COMING!”

“The office is soundproofed,” said Aaron. “I handled the request for it.”

“C-Crap,” mumbled Iterex, feeling how the situation was changing. And fast.

Too fast for the Demon, who was then thrown on the Sofa.

Iterex huffed, landing on the furniture that creaked under his weight. However, that was… That was not enough to break the furniture. Not even when Aaron pounced and sat on the Demon’s back, crushing him with his weight.

“R-Release me! If you don’t, I’ll tell them! The company will help me sue your ass to the ground! Your work visa! Your home! They’ll take everything!”

“No… Because you won’t tell a soul,” said Aaron as he sighed and grunted.

Something had happened. Something had changed. And Iterex’s nostrils were tickled by an odd smell. By something that pushed him to inhale before he felt Aaron moving and… His hand smacking Iterex’s ass.

The Demon roared and cried, his legs twitched. But as he turned to look, writhing, he found himself… Almost looking at the Minotaur’s cock.

“Wait! No! Don’t do that!” cried the Demon, already feeling the saliva in the back of his throat as he looked at Aaron’s belt in his hand… And then that flared cock, that flat-tipped mast that was almost as big as Iterex’s.

No, even bigger with a sheen upon the pink skin, with a bead of precum at the tip. The bead that was the source of that smell. That intense smell had been titillating Iterex’s nose.

The smell that made him gargle, swallow his saliva, and tremble.

“What… Have you done?”

“Removing my belt. You know, if I didn’t have that containment charm, everyone in the office would be running to get a taste of my cock. I hate using it… But for you?”

The Minotaur stopped, with his cock almost pointed at Iterex’s mouth. “I have no such qualms.”

The tone was cruel and brutal. But that cock was so close, and something in Iterex’s mind pushed him to crane his neck, to approach. To have his elongated tongue loll out and perhaps… Reach for the tip. Tip that eluded him when the Minotaur stepped aside, making Iterex almost stumble, his hands collapsing under him.

His chest met the sofa again, his posterior almost raised when the Minotaur poked at it… Touched the back entrance, rubbed it… And then penetrated it with one finger.

One finger slipped between the Demon’s buttcheeks, right against his swollen and wrinkled entrance, before he pushed it even further.

“Curse… you,” grunted Iterex in a moment of clarity brought by the finger stretching his asshole. However, it was far from over.

Far as the Minotaur inserted a second, then a third finger, working on pushing them inside down to the knuckles while waving his dick.

And the stench, the aroma, the flavor that was mind-numbing made Iterex’s expression relax, his brows dropping, his jaw slacking, and his own cock starting to slip out of the sheath.

“I can leave you in that state. Keeping you drunk on my smell all day. Imagine it… Me fingering you all day like a slut,” said the Minotaur before he raised his hand and… Spanked.

Iterex cried, his asshole clenching and enduring the push of the fingers going back inside. But he couldn’t stop Aaron. Nor could he stop moaning, his voice breaking.

“S-Stop that. I order you! Please!”

“I said please, too, when I wanted to see my family back home. But no… And honestly? I wouldn’t have cared if it weren’t for the late refusal. Or if you hadn’t done the same to everyone else. Or firing my friends. Or making them stressed out by your antics.”

Iterex’s eyes rolled as the fingers pushed even deeper, even further. His asshole was clamping, but the more he inhaled, the less he resisted.

The more his entrance loosened, to the point of remaining gaping and open when Aaron pulled his fingers out.

“So I’ll dick you… Keep you around. And you’ll never think about firing me. Got it?”

Iterex grunted, hiding his face under his arm.

But… His body shuddered. His body trembled and ached while he felt that enormous, flared cock press against his back entrance. Felt the furniture creaking underneath him, underneath their weights… With Aaron grabbing Iterex’s muscular posterior while pushing that tail aside.

“You are feeling it. The heat? Yeah. That’s what I feel whenever you come around. You don’t know how hard I am every day. And how hard it is when cumming means everyone around you wants you…”

Aaron was leaning forward, pressing Iterex’s tail against his chest while pressing his cocktip against the entrance. The entrance as it itched, burned, and was stretched.

Stretched by a cock so utterly massive, stretched where it’d been practically virgin before. And at that moment, Iterex roared. He cried.

He closed his eyes while that cock, that monstrous Minotaur cock, was slipping inside him. It stuffed him. Filled him… Made him feel… Good.

Absurdly good as he craned his neck and smiled against his will.

Iterex smiled, his tongue lolling out as he could feel that throbbing mast going deeper, pumping something within him. Something… Something that made his entire hole itch.

“What’s… That. So… Good,” groaned Iterex.

“Minotaur fluids. That’s even worse when you take them. Don’t worry. I’ll just… Stuff you and make you an addict,” said Aaron, with a scoff.

Then, with a thrust, he punched in.

His cock, as massive as it was, easily slipped between those buttcheeks, smearing precum and juices all over that hole. At the same time, that cock, firmly inside, was now pumping precum.

That precum, with its sheer presence, was like rubbing his entire guts with an itch powder. And relief came from having that cock rubbing inside. Having that cock pressing against his prostate, against his depths.

It was going deeper, so deep that the medial ring was inside.

And it continued, with Iterex pressing a hand against his face.

“I… I shouldn’t accept this,” he grunted, feeling himself slipping into the addictive pleasure that was that cock going inside.

“And you will. Once I’m done with you, Boss. You’ll be dreaming of me. So… Ride on!”

Iterex’s head hit the armrest, unable to stay still when Aaron gave one thrust. One single and powerful thrust, making the Demon reel and his back arch.

Then, with a cry, the Minotaur pulled back. Its absence was like a fire, like a wound… And the return, the earth-shattering thrust, was like a balm. One that made the Demon’s face relax, his expression breaking apart while Aaron’s thrusts were coming faster, and each thrust was a boon.

A blessing for the Demon.

Iterex’s eyes rolled. His tongue dripped out and saliva kept landing on the sofa, drenching it… But Aaron kept pumping, his humongous testicles smashing, beating, and almost ‘spanking’ the Demon’s enormous ass. It left the buttcheeks burning brighter, the purple skin almost going redder while Iterex's hands gripped the armrest as he cried. As he salivated. As he roared.

“M-MORE!” he begged, unable to stop himself. Unable to stop that part of him that had been overtaken by lust and desire. He desired more. So much more. And that Bull was giving it to him, pummeling his guts and stretching them.

Stretching him while… While that medial ring kept slipping in and out, pulling on the Demon’s sphincter in a quasi-prolapse before smashing it back inside.

And so followed the stupid cries. So followed the gargle. So followed the queef, the spurting, the precum dripping from Iterex’s asshole onto his taint, his battered balls… Then the sofa.

Sofa that was getting marked and branded with their scents, their sweat, their juices, as Iterex sprayed precum all over it. And then… It got worse.

In a moment of weakness, Iterex threw his head back…

Only for the movement of pushing his head down to be stopped by a grip. A forceful grip that felt like a tug on his skull as he grunted.

“Not so fast, bucko! I’m not done riding the Demon!” cried the Minotaur, laughing.

He roared, too, using his other hand to smack Iterex’s ass. It made that entrance clench and clamp around his dick. Right before Aaron used that ass as support during his thrusts.

Their hips met, that ass was clapped, those testicles were beaten and smacked while the Demon had been reduced to a groaning mess below.

His eyes rolled, his tongue was out… His cock kept spraying onto the sofa. And above all else, he was… Happy. Almost… Looking the happiest he’d been.

Genuinely happy and not with that predatory smile when he was about to seal a deal.

No, just smiling, with saliva dripping while he approached that orgasm.

His breath was faster, much faster than before. And… With a cry. He came.

He came like a flood. Like a wall, a dam that broke under the weight of the Minotaur above. An inundation of cum that hit the sofa inside the office, making the poor leather gorge itself on the fluid before it couldn’t go on.

Before even the carpet absorbed the spilled fluids.

And it wasn’t over. Not even as Iterex’s orgasm, as intense and brutal as it was, was to be followed by another.

Above, Aaron continued to thrust and hump, despite the asshole reactively clenching and releasing its grip onto that cock. But that wasn’t enough. To stop him.

To make him halt as his thrusts were picking up in speed. As his jaw was clenched, as his balls smashed and hit… And stopped.

Stopping when in a huff, the Minotaur’s hips paused as he came. He stuffed the Demon, flooded his guts the same as the room had been done. But that was all inside Iterex’s asshole. All into that belly that was getting stuffed and filled, that was going round as that semen was pumped inside at an egregious pace.

Semen that couldn’t escape, due to the Minotaur’s cock, forcing it to push on the Demon’s guts until… Until Iterex felt himself losing. Felt himself dropping. Felt himself losing touch with reality.

“Next time you plan to fire me, think about it,” grunted Aaron as he put his clothes back on, glancing at the Demon whose asshole kept squirting cum on the sofa.

“Oh, hey, Sofia. The boss is busy for the day, maybe wait until tomorrow,” he added, stepping out of the room, leaving Iterex gargling and coughing.

-

Iterex frowned.

He frowned as he sipped his coffee, strolling through his domain. He should have been comfortable today.

Nobody was answering questions; everyone was looking at him with fear and anxiety. Almost fearing for their lives, for their jobs. But his thin smile died when he took a whiff of the coffee and couldn’t find the relief that was in its smell.

Nor, in general, as he caught his hand reactively going to his ass. He chastised himself as he went around the desks.

“Leo. Are you done with the irregularities report?” asked Iterex, leaning forward, letting his cock flop on the Chimera’s shoulder. Another display of power, but his mind kept wandering elsewhere.

“Uh. I… I asked Aaron to handle it. That’s his stuff. I-“

“I asked you precisely,” growled Iterex, pointing his index at the Chimera. “Who told you, you could ask someone else to do your job?”

“I- uh,” replied the Chimera, blinking with his two heads. Two heads, same soul.

“I told him I could help,” said a voice. One… Insufferable voice as Iterex raised his head and turned.

Aaron was nearby, holding up a coffee cup. He offered it to the Chimera while staying close. So… Close. He was wearing his belt, so it wasn’t possible to smell it.

But Iterex’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath, his composure almost breaking for a moment before he paused… And frowned.

“You should have told me,” said Iterex, grunting.

“Well. It doesn’t matter who does it. I did. I can send you the files,” said the Minotaur, smiling.

Such an earnest but shit-eating grin that made Iterex scowl and grunt, shaking his head.

“No need,” he said, rolling his eyes before he stepped away from Leo’s desk.

However, his attitude was sour. He felt an itch, a pain. A dissatisfaction.

Landing by the other desks, checking up on their work… His pleasure was lessened as he ended up being incapable of flexing on them.

Of… Punishing them, making them squirm.

The Demon was about to step out, to return to his office after his quick round; he noticed something on his left. The Minotaur was waving at him.

“Hey, Boss. You don’t want the report?” asked Aaron, waving a stack of papers at Iterex.

“You… Could have sent me the email,” said Iterex, avoiding the gaze.

“But you prefer to have it physically. But I can deliver it to you in your office.”

For a moment, Iterex tensed. His legs. His body. His entire self was tense like a rope about to break. He looked around and saw the glances from the other workers. He saw how they judged his interactions with the Minotaur.

All along, he’d wrestled control from them, imposed his tempo, made them fear their own failures. Made them regret whenever they were in the wrong.

But at that moment, that was he who was exposed. He who could be… Ruined.

He frowned, his jaw clenched as he pointed to his office.

“With me. Now,” said Iterex, his voice almost a shout that echoed through the office.

He felt it. The tremor of fear, the moment with the eyes averting what looked to be an execution.

Iterex’s face was the perfect mask of rage, of managerial anger.

But Aaron? He looked unbothered, shrugging, pushing against his chair, and grabbing the stack of papers while he marched to the office, with Iterex following him.

“Get back to work!” the Demon shouted to the others, with their heads hiding behind their computers as he marched behind the Minotaur and closed the door behind him.

Instantly, the sounds of tapping, clicking, and small talk died away, leaving the place in complete silence as Iterex looked at his office.

“Looks like nothing happened here,” said the Minotaur, hand on his waist as he sniffed around.

Sure enough, the desk was back in its spot. The sofa had been changed… And the cleaning crew had been paid extra to handle the ‘spill’ on the carpet over the weekend.

However, whether Aaron or Iterex, they only had to raise their nose to get a glimpse, a remnant of the Minotaur’s musk.

Only four days in, and Iterex was tense as he grabbed his necktie, undoing it already.

“Well. What are you thinking, Boss? You think you can try to fire me again?”

“Sit. On the Sofa. Pants off,” said Iterex, his voice tense.

“Hey… What is it? You think you can trap me? You could be recording it.”

Iterex’s jaw clenched, but he turned to Aaron, to the Minotaur, before jabbing his finger in that chest. And… Well, the Minotaur was awfully compliant in the way he stepped back and sat on the Sofa, his arms and legs spread.

“I need to ride your dick, now. So don’t play smart,” said the Demon, advancing closer with his own cock sliding out of the sheath, dripping with sweat and precum. Soon enough, it throbbed…

But in return, Aaron’s groin was tense, forming a neat tent.

“I could tell MR what you’re doing, Boss. They’ll fire you the moment they learn you use your authority on me.”

Still, Aaron didn’t do a thing against Iterex grabbing him by the waist, roughly handling him, and yanking on his belt until he undid it and threw it aside.

Instantly, the smell of Minotaur musk filled the room, making Iterex’s thoughts confused. Making his lust worse as he fought against the pants, trying to wrangle them and pry them to reveal that cock. That penis he desired. That flare that was without others.

“Are you listening to me?” asked Aaron, making the Demon snap out of it for a second.

“What do you want? A raise? Done,” said Iterex, with a growl as he grabbed that dick out.

He pulled it out, exposing it: its glimmering end and that absurd size.

Then it was done. Done with the Demon turning and presenting his exposed ass to it with his tail up. His asshole was still swollen and… It seemed even a bit bigger than before, with a lustrous sheen on it when that flare was against his hole.

But not inside, not with the Minotaur’s hands pushing against that shapely ass, made and shaped by Iterex’s digitigrade gait.

“F-Fuck,” groaned the Demon. “What do you want?!”

“Free access to your office when I want to empty myself. And the pay raise, since you offered it so willingly.”

“My- Office? Shit. You can’t waltz in whenever you want!”

“It’s not like you’re busy,” said Aaron, giving that firm ass a spank. “Your office.”

“When… Not in meeting.”

“Deal!”

“YES!” cried Iterex, pushing with his entire weight to impale himself on that equine cock.

The pleasure was something else. It was so much better as that enormous flare smashed his prostate, crushed it, and made him shoot.

After four days being pent up, that was the release. The pleasure, the moment in which the Demon lost his composure as his eyes rolled and his asshole weakly clamped on the Minotaur’s cock.

“So… That’s it? Just sitting on it and we’re done?”

“M-More,” grunted Iterex. His eyes rolled, and saliva dripped from his face as he… Felt the Minotaur’s hand on his ass.

Felt it push and lift him with ease, lift him with that cock sliding out while Iterex’s genitals dangled between his legs, his cock flopping against his thighs.

“Minos, help me,” grunted Aaron. “Get those hooves on the sofa,” ordered Aaron.

And with some more patting and guidance, he had the Demon squatting over his dick. He had him in a perfect position to spread those buttcheeks before that mast slid in between, and… Aaron was practically used like a dildo.

Iterex groaned and sighed, riding that pole of flesh like no tomorrow. He didn’t need it. But his body craved it for now. Craved the pleasure as that dick was stretching his guts like on the first time, pumping that itching and burning precum.

In return, the warm and throbbing presence inside Iterex’s ass made the Demon squirm and smile… And groan when his eyes suddenly focused ahead.

His cock hardened again in a few thrusts, only to shoot, to spray more onto the mat. To trace lines after lines of cumshot through the office, almost reaching the shelves when Iterex’s humping and riding became wild.

“Oh, hey! Calm down!” cried Aaron.

But Iterex had his hands on his knees, digging into them while he squatted, while his ass bounced on that lap before he lifted that plump ass… Lifted those plump cheeks that were deliciously spread. Deliciously musky. Delicious sweaty for the Demon as he was almost… Going to get an orgasm out of the Minotaur.

He’d been cursed, doomed by that semen that branded him. But he wasn’t about to lose everything to that Bull as he squeezed that dick, massaged it… Then, with a moo, Aaron cried and ejaculated.

His fingers gripped Iterex’s plushy ass, pulling him down while the Demon’s belly bulged from all that cum now pumped inside him… Filling him, bloating him… And making him almost go round.

But happy.

-

“Iterex? How are the logistics for project Capri?”

“Hrmph. Pr-etty good- TWHACK! I mean, excellent!”

“What was that?”

Iterex turned ahead, looking at something, before he frowned and shook his head.

“A bird that collided with the window.”

“Oh gods, that surprised me.”

It surprised Iterex, too.

But the hulking Demon was acting all smiles and sweet nothing as his camera biped red, showing it was currently broadcasting his face.

His ugly smile could be seen on the screen, alongside the other directors in that meeting. All from different origins, down to the director of Mythical Resources, who was around to take note while the Demon acted almost differently.

Hands joined, waiting, patient.

Some were eyeing the camera with a curious expression, or even looking at their screens as they spoke, as if waiting for Iterex to intervene.

He didn’t, as the Demon wasn’t his cursing-out self. He might have been wearing a mask, and it would be obvious that some messages on the Slack channels would be asking if he was sedated, under PIP, or any other coercion method that might have made him go quiet.

And yet, the reason was unknown to them.

The meeting went well; no one had anything to comment or blabber about… And it was with relief Iterex clicked with the mouse, cutting the call.

The red light on the camera turned on as he sighed, huffed… And leaned back in his chair.

“I thought I was gonna die,” he said, a hand to his horn.

“Hrmphh!” cried something behind him.

“I guess you’re thinking the same, too,” said Iterex with a smile as hands appeared from behind him, grabbing his chest and instantly pinching the Demon’s nipples through the fabric.

A low blow that made Iterex huff and grunt, his body thrashing a little as he finally straightened, and a gasp came forth.

“Gah! They speak too much!”

“You don’t say,” replied Iterex, leaning even further forward, his elbow on the desk and his fist against his chin. “Fuck… I feel so full.”

An obvious vision that anyone glancing at Iterex could see the shirt tighten around the belly. Or the lack of buttons hiding that purple skin. Luckily, the camera’s angle wasn’t wide enough, or else they would have seen it.

Seen the few thrusts from that bulging cock, then the constant filling. The constant… Stuffing with Iterex’s belly swelling over time as Aaron kept pumping him with more.

Pumping him until the Demon was bending over on the desk, clutching his guts while the Minotaur under him, on the desk chair, was still huffing and pumping another heavy dose.

Another cumshot that sent Iterex huffing and snarling while his nipples were still twisted and pulled, even when the fabric was damp around them.

“Fuck… Do you ever stop?”

“That’s you who… Told me to keep some for the meeting.”

“Not… Like that,” grunted Iterex, as with a final moo, Aaron was done.

And the Demon sat back, his back squeezing the grunting and spanking Minotaur.

It was only a few minutes later that Iterex was up and about, his ass still leaking, though the carpet remained spotless.

“Ordering that enchantment was a good idea,” said Iterex, looking at the open window to help air out the smell of sex and cum. Meanwhile, Aaron was behind, helping with Iterex’s ass, wiping it, plugging it… And even giving it a smooch before he smacked it.

Smacked right on the skin that burned, revealing the discreet runes on it written in Minos ‘Aaron’s Bitch’.

“Hrmph. Are you done hitting it? They asked what that sound was,” said Iterex, irate and yet upright, holding onto his shirt so it wouldn’t drop on his tail and ass.

“Never. Plus… You’re hard.”

Iterex huffed. But indeed, he was hard. So damn hard with his balls looking heavier with the golden ring on the scrotum… And his cock was dripping precum, but only that.

“I’m hard because I can’t get any release… Urf. Squandering department budget on a restraining enchantment,” huffed the Demon, looking away, definitely pent-up.

Absurdly pent and more when he felt Aaron’s cock against his ass and those hands back on his shirt, playing with his chest and fondling it.

“Ask for it, and I’ll help.”

“You… Bastard,” grunted Iterex, closing his eyes.

Yet, a moment later, Iterex was on the sofa, his legs spread with the Minotaur by his side. The Demon’s shirt was open, revealing his sizable pectorals that were… Bigger than usual.

Moreover, they were pierced, with golden crosses dangling from each by a small chain.

But the worst was… The milk. The sweet nectar dripping from those nipples, only for Aaron to be sucking on it. His flat teeth dug into the sore, sensitive, and profuse teats.

He was sucking on them, alternating between the two, while with his hand, he was stroking the Demon’s cock. Demon who was reclining on the Sofa, moaning with his arms outstretched.

“Fuck… It feels so good,” he grunted, definitely enjoying the experience of being masturbated and milked the same. An experience that made him go crazy as he listened to the suction while his groin was warming up… More and more.

“F-Fuck,” moaned Iterex, craning his neck and looking at the ceiling above while his hips bounced on their own. Those weak thrusts did nothing to help as the Minotaur’s grip on his cock remained the same. Remained as firm onto the medial ring, onto the flare, while the precum onto that cock was now foaming. Was now sticking everywhere onto the Demon’s testicles, on his belly.

On his cum-swollen belly that was sloshing at every occasion while Iterex was all moans and groans…. Was all whispers with his eyes half-closed.

“You can admit it. They were a good idea,” said Aaron, raising his head to show those milk-maculated lips and that stupid grin before he was back on sucking, on swallowing, on helping the Demon with those… Stupidly cursed breasts.

He didn’t ask for it.

No, in fact. It was all Aaron’s stupid idea.

They’d found their equilibrium. Every so often, Iterex would have Aaron go in, or Aaron would send a message.

Either way, they would meet up somewhere to fuck. The office was the most obvious choice, but it was also becoming clear that something was amiss, so they went elsewhere.

A storage closet. A break room unused. Even the toilets with the Demon reclining on one while getting his ass plundered by the Minotaur.

It went so well. And yet, Aaron came up with those two crosses.

An insult for a Demon like him, but he held them up with an ultimatum: ‘Wear them, or we stop.’

Iterex… He tried to call that bluff. Day one, Aaron refused all the requests. Day two, Iterex was trying to hook up with nearby Minotaurs, but they were rare, busy, or into chicks.

Day three, the Demon had tried to relieve himself; masturbating endlessly wasn’t working.

Day four? Well, on Day Four, he was on his knees begging Aaron for the release. He was on his knees, going on about how he’d accept to suck the Minotaur’s cock for once.

And yet…

He had to wear the crosses that could no longer be removed. Cursed gear, Aaron confirmed. And it would take a Medgician’s expertise to remove them without having his chest go haywire and spray milk.

So he endured, closing his eyes and slowly accepting that climax as his cock was stroked, his nipples licked, spat on, and nibbled until… It was too much.

Until his groin was finally exploding and with a roar… Iterex came.

His glabrous balls were pulled higher, his equine cock throbbed and bounced before the cumshot came through.

Then came another, his cock shooting while Aaron continued to suck on his nipples, licking and latching onto them without a break. Without even allowing the Demon to rest to catch his breath. No, he was cumming. Relentlessly cumming with his shots going through the air and then landing on the mat, only to vanish before the fabric absorbed them.

A wonderful cleaning enchantment.

But the scent of sweat, of milk, of cum remained as the Demon dropped limp on the sofa. His arms were sore, his legs not even moving as he exhaled, his chest lifting and dropping while… Feeling something. Something hard against his belly, and he looked down, glancing at Aaron’s erection.

“Won’t you give it a rest?” asked Iterex.

“I’m spent just as you,” replied the Minotaur, shaking his head. “But no. I was hard thinking about what I got you.”

“Got me?” asked Iterex, following the Minotaur as he stepped to his clothes and pulled a box out of them. Something that was almost… Looking like a ring box, especially with the Minotaur kneeling and opening it, revealing the Bull head visible on the front.

“Will you wear it?”

“Fuck you.”

-

“It’s the first time you’ve welcomed me that way, Iterex.”

“It’s nothing. You desired to audit the logistics department; I have to introduce you to my subordinates,” replied the Demon, with a tense, forced smile as he guided the Satyr along.

It was the first time the Director of Operations intervened in Iterex’s domain, and it was obvious the Demon was nervous. But not only because the gray-haired Satyr, Oscar, was around, already asking prodding questions about the service’s well-being.

“Your approach has recently changed. MR keeps praising it,” said the Satyr, smiling in petto while Iterex was behind him, practically on his hoof-tip, while they went through the office floor.

At each desk, Oscar would ask pleasantries, yet stopping Iterex’s workers from doing their jobs. The Demon was tense, wrangling his fingers behind his back as he watched those unattended spreadsheets, or those people who had Google pages open.

That damned Oscar was making his production and efforts plummet, but the Demon had to smile.

“It suits you, Boss,” suddenly butted in Leo, his twin heads poking out right after Oscar left.

“Yeah… Thanks,” replied the Demon, scratching his horn as he waddled away, his thighs close.

But the looks were the same, and the comments were positive when Iterex followed the Satyr who went right to Aaron.

Aaron, who was evidently pent up, fighting his 11 Am-erection while typing at his desk.

It took some time for Aaron to notice Iterex and Oscar around, with the Demon coughing to get his attention. Only then did the Minotaur poke his head up and wave.

“Oh, Iterex! We could ch-“

The Minotaur stopped with the Demon hissing silently, grimacing, and pointing at Oscar with his head. Pointing and even snarling until the Minotaur looked at the Satyr, at the offered hand.

“Director Oscar. Here’s Aaron. My most efficient employee. The service… Wouldn’t be the same without him,” said Iterex, looking away for a moment.

“Oh. Iterex talked a lot about you and your work ethic. A pleasure to meet you!” said Oscar, taking the Minotaur’s offered hand and shaking it.

Rather vigorously, with Aaron participating and looking like he was sweating bullets whenever he saw the glare from Iterex, the nervousness from the Demon, and how those shoulders were wrought up.

They exchanged a few pleasantries, with the Demon nodding along with Aaron, imitating the Minotaur, before the Satyr bounced away, his gait light as he went to another desk. To another coworker.

But Iterex remained close by the Minotaur, his teeth gritting.

“You were about to blow the cover. You moron,” whispered the Demon.

“How could I have known the Director of Operations would come? You didn’t warn me!”

“You think I knew? If I did, I wouldn’t wear it,” hissed the Demon, passing a hand over the Minotaur’s shoulder. “Do you imagine how… Pent-up I am? I could break your shoulder.”

Indeed, the Demon’s hand was trembling as he held onto the Minotaur, pushing down with Aaron, certainly fighting not to show the pain. Nor the tension. Nor the excitement, as he was trying to hide his bulge.

“Do you want to remove it?” asked Aaron, trying to look at the huffing Demon, steam coming out of his mouth.

“Remove it? The moment I remove it, everyone will know about the enchantment. So you’d better… Be a good Bull. And do not make any other mistake,” said the Demon with a hiss. With a voice that was even deeper than before.

“I… Will,” said Aaron, nervous and closing his eyes for a second, while the hand on his shoulder released and… The Demon had his knuckles brushing the Bull’s shirt.

“But I will take your offer when he’s gone,” said Iterex, with a grin.

A reaction that elicited a grin from the Minotaur. And another throb inside his pants before he hastily sat down, returning to his typing. Iterex went back to follow Oscar.

Together, they continued to make the round, with more questions and pleasantries exchanged, though there was still a look of tension as the employees glanced at Iterex…

Before they were almost back to the entrance, the old and bearded Satyr stretching with his hands on his hips.

“Well. It seems the place is running like clockwork. Though MR might have asked me to check up on you.”

“Check up on me?” asked Iterex, surprised, and his hooves danced a bit. He even crossed his arms, though the tension was palpable.

“Quite so. Preferably about… Changes in your method of work. But maybe it would be more adequate to have that talk in your Office,” said Oscar, extending his hand in that direction.

“Hmm. Y-Yes! Of course!” replied the Demon, nodding. “As you desire. Do you want any drinks, by the way? Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee black, without milk. And I would love to have a chat with your best employee while you bring it. Your minotaur.”

“Oh. Sure.”

The Demon was all sweet and smiles while he guided Oscar to his office. Then, the façade crumbled. The teeth were gritted. His eyes focused like lasers onto Aaron, seeing the Bull still typing, stopping, glancing, then freezing.

Like a deer caught in the headlights, Aaron watched the Demon approach with Iterex pointing fingers.

“Director Oscar wants to see you in my office.”

“Oh fuck. Did he say something? I didn’t say anything bad to him!”

“I don’t Hells know. But if he asked for you,” began Iterex, sighing. “Don’t mess up.”

That was all the Demon could ask as he glanced over his shoulder, seeing the Minotaur leaving before he strutted to the breakroom. Sure enough, as he checked it, the machine had issues. Which meant the Demon had to drag the three mugs down a level and fill them, while getting strange glares from employees curious about the famous ‘Hellish Boss’. On the way back, he controlled his gait so he wouldn’t spill coffee from the three mugs he had.

At the end, breathless and sweaty, the Demon stood at the door. He sighed; he inhaled. Then, with a spell from his fingertips, he opened it.

“Sorry, Director Oscar, we had issues with our machine,” said the Demon, barging into the room. “But I have your coffee.”

“That’s good,” replied the Satyr, currently sitting in Iterex’s chair. “You can put them on the desk. And close the door behind you. With the soundproofing.”

It was Iterex’s time to gulp and be wary. He looked in Aaron’s direction, seeing the Bull that was oddly relaxed in one chair, seemingly having shared a laugh.

“MR has been thinking about it for a while, but we have yet to find someone who could take that role,” said Oscar.

“What? A new role?” asked Iterex, curious as he put the mugs on the desk. One for each person before Iterex sat down, leaving his steaming coffee untouched.

Oscar? The old grinning satyr? He pushed the mug aside.

“Yes. We might need a new service. Regarding special physical needs. We have yet to find a proper director, but MR will handled it,” said Oscar, nodding then pointing at the mug he’d pushed. “If you could.”

Iterex frowned. Both at the creation of a service he knew nothing about. And at the pointed mug before he noticed Aaron standing up.

“Of course, Director.”

Iterex grimaced, only to let out a shrill cry when Aaron went by him, grabbing the buttons of the Demon’s shirt.

“What are you doing?” asked Iterex, glaring at Aaron.

“Let me do what I’ve been asked,” replied the Minotaur.

“Not in front of him!” Iterex hissed back.

“It’s fine. I am aware of what’s between you. The general outline,” said Oscar, leaning back, his hands behind his head and his hooves crossed over the desk.

Iterex blinked toward Oscar, then toward Aaron. Then back to Oscar, who waved a hand at the Demon.

Iterex’s grip relaxed, only for the Minotaur to undo the buttons and yank the shirt open, revealing the Demon’s breasts. Revealing those large nipples engorged and that flesh that was heavier, saggier, and fattier than before. Right on time for Aaron to grab Oscar’s mug, place it under a nipple and against the cross, before giving the nipple a firm squeeze.

And so spurted the milk, ready and lukewarm in the black coffee.

“A little more. A tiny droplet. Perfect,” said Oscar, while Iterex moaned and was dripping from the other nipple.

And then stunned… Blinking and unaware of what to say, he watched Aaron lick his fingers while handing over the overfilled mug.

“Demon milk, my favorite flavor,” said Oscar, as if inhaling the bouquet before taking a sip. And relaxing back in the chair. “Aaron, you were inspired to do this.”

“Thank you, Director,” replied Aaron, reaching for his own mug, taking a sip.

Finally, Iterex stopped blinking. His jaw closed while his eyes went from one to the other.

“What… What’s happening here?” he asked, his arms gripping the armrests.

“Right!” replied Oscar, raising his mug. “As I told Aaron here. I am aware of the little relationship between you two. Not that you hid the special orders from your service budget. Lactation-inducing piercings, ring of restriction, cleaning enchantment for your private office, dildo of remote stimulation… Chastity cage of inconspicuousness,” said the Satyr, his blue eyes gleaming with joy. “Ah… Demons. You always assume we won’t notice.”

Iterex’s face burned brighter at the remarks, at the humiliation that he’d been caught. And with a subordinate, no less. But he didn’t say a thing while Oscar scratched his beard.

“The best was the cage, however. Very inspired to take that unsightly thing away.”

“He was making me crazy, showing and rubbing it around,” added Aaron.

“I know, right? As if it’s necessary to abuse their rights to rub their dicks everywhere.”

“I was horny all day because of him!”

“I was the same before I found my first Demon slut. But I was older than you.”

“The… Hells are you talking about?” asked Iterex, certainly clenching his thighs as if to hide his cage. “You noticed it all?”

The Satyr smirked, offering a grin to Iterex.

“I notice everything. That little cage of inconspicuousness? It doesn’t work on Satyrs. But I appreciate the design. Very adequate for your situation.”

Iterex definitely felt his face burning, and he’d gladly crawled back to any Hell if he’d been given the opportunity.

The cage.

It was Oscar’s idea. On that day, he opened the box, and the Minotaur presented that flat chastity cage with a bull's head attached to it. Of course, Iterex fought against it.

He roared, saying it was stupid and a waste of the budget. And that anyone would see it.

But the main idea was the charm of inconspicuousness. To everyone looking at it, it would appear to be part of Iterex’s new outfit. If people had enough willpower, they would only think it was something they might have missed before. Except for those immunized, like… Oscar.

That was how some human-like creatures could pass through the crowd. A Satyr’s horns and hooves wouldn’t be noticed by Mortals, similarly to a Medusa’s serpent hair, and so on.

However, for Oscar to be able to see through it, the Demon was ashamed. He lowered his head.

“Sorry for that shameful display,” grunted Iterex, his head low.

“Why are you bowing? That cage suits you and who owns you,” said Oscar, sipping his coffee and looking at Aaron. “Do you have more plans for him?”

“I am unsure. I have been thinking about a cowtag. Or… Hum. Perhaps having bear my calves.”

Aaron spoke of it, scratching his chin and looking up as if he’d find any inspiration.

“Honestly. I’ve not been thinking about it. It was a thing of the moment when it started.”

“The… Fuck are you talking about me?” grunted Iterex, his face irate as he shifted his posture on his seat, gripping the armrests. “I’m not a toy.”

“Well. That’s up for debate,” said Oscar, with a smile. And Iterex deflated.

“What?”

“As per your contract with the company, you can be reassigned to any role so long as your work is adequate… Which. Hmm… MR was planning to demote you,” said Oscar, sipping his coffee.

“Fucking Sanya!” roared Iterex, only to stop and glance at Oscar. “Wait. Was?”

“Was. I stopped her the moment I noticed the changes in your service. And would you know, they all came from this young Minotaur,” said Oscar, pointing at Aaron.

Aaron, who looked sheepish, while Iterex huffed and grunted.

“So what? You want what? To have him take my role?” asked Iterex, crossing his arms… And easing off when the pressure on his chest was enough to make his chest ‘spurt’.

“Exactly!”

“How could you! I worked so long for this company! I remade this service with my own hands.”

“Boss. They won’t demote you.”

“What?”

Iterex stopped, glancing at Aaron, who was scratching his neck and looking to Oscar for help.

“We will reassign you to that new service. Aaron will take over under your guidance while we work out the kinks with the Mythical Resource.”

“And… What will be my duty?” asked Iterex, dubious and yet leaning to take his mug. He took a sip.

“Director of Sexual Needs.”

Iterex spat his coffee, gargling, coughing, clutching his chest as he felt the burn.

“Oh. That cleaning enchant wasn’t a waste.”

“Sa-Satan,” gargled Iterex, looking at the coffee stains vanishing before he looked at Oscar. Seeing the Satyr who was all smiles.

“Do not worry. It comes with a pay raise and a big perk,” said the Satyr.

“What’s… that?”

“You can have all your fun with your Minotaur friend,” said Oscar.

He then pointed toward the Minotaur, right on time for Aaron to be fiddling with his belt, opening it… Removing it and letting it drop on the ground.

Iterex’s heart sank in his chest as he saw that, only to gargle when the scent hit him. His caged cock burned, pressing against the metal that was holding his flared end in that sheath. It burned, it hurt, it ached. Meanwhile, Aaron’s cock was pulled free from his pants and damp underwear.

That spire was the same. Just as pink. Just as massive. Just as drippy and shiny. But somehow, its presence was all the more arousing. Even more appetizing for the Demon as he approached, leaned in, and… Guided the shaft into his mouth.

He guided that tip onto his tongue, making it slide into his mouth, with the strong acrid flavor was smeared into his mouth. It covered his taste buds, marking them the same as a heavily sauced meal. But the intensity of the flavor made Iterex’s stomach growl…

And yet, painfully aware he was currently bending over his chair, giving his subordinate a blowjob in front of his boss.

Yet, it was good. It felt good. It felt special as Iterex chugged the Minotaur’s cum, swallowed it, gulped it down… And sighed in delight.

He would have even smiled, if not for the sigh he heard and the sound of Oscar’s own belt being opened and then the Satyr pulling his pants down.

A glare, and he saw the Satyr pulling his own shaft, no different from Oscar’s. He stroked it.

“Don’t mind it. It’s only the Minotaur’s musk,” said Oscar… As if he wasn’t smiling and visibly enjoying himself… Even when Aaron guided Iterex to leave his cock before guiding the Demon to the sofa… With Iterex lying on his back and… Oscar straddling his belly, with his enormous cock now nestled between those breasts the Demon was squeezing, massaging, rubbing. All the while, Aaron’s large tip slipped in between, going inside Iterex’s mouth. A slow back and forth. But one even the Demon enjoyed as his tongue went on the underside, supporting that cock as it slipped inside his throat and back… Slowly, steadily, with Aaron grunting and spraying precum in that mouth.

“You know. If I hadn’t intervened, your little parties in the supply closets would have ended with you two fired,” said Oscar, happily stroking himself.

Iterex grunted, willing to reply and answer… But Aaron’s cock was pushed deep inside his throat, almost choking the Demon as he was forced to swallow that length. To take it in, to feel it go down his esophagus. All thanks to Aaron no longer straddling that belly and instead guiding Iterex so he had his head turned up, with that shaft now pushing deep…

It crushing Iterex’s throat from within, with the organ bulging through.

The Demon’s fingers closed on the Minotaur’s thighs, held onto it while Aaron was pumping, going up and down as he fucked Iterex’s throat. And deeply so, with his nuts rubbing on the Demon’s chin.

“Of course, you’ll have to follow Sanya’s orders,” said Oscar, chuckling. This made Iterex frown and gargle. “No need to say a thing. Listen while I explain,” said Oscar, chuckling and evidently enjoying himself as he continued to pump that shaft and probably making a mess of the Demon’s desk.

“You could refuse. But under your contract, you’d be sent back to Hell until a new company requires your services. It could take what? One month, one year? One decade? One century ago, you’d find a contract. And then what? You’d spend all that time craving Mino’ cocks?”

Iterex frowned. He wanted to say something, but the sole result was a gargle and the Minotaur to grip him by the horns, grinding his cock inside. Those throbs were getting worse and more intense. That precum was pumped deeper and thicker than before; those balls were lifted and dropped too fast.

It felt good. And missing that? Well, the Demon might as well have condemned himself to ceaseless torment. He was already condemned to it, thanks to Aaron. But in Hell, it’d be worse.

“And then when you’re there? Maybe they will change their rules. No more pants-free work for Demons. Or you could be kept as a lowly employee, paid crap.”

Iterex growled, the sound almost cut short by Aaron's moo and the cries. By those balls being rubbed against his face while the Minotaur was about to cum. The signs were obvious, and Iterex himself was sensitive to them. Sensible to the Minotaur’s body, to the way it ‘talked’ to him.

To the way it reacted to pleasure. To the way that cock would throb even harder, and Iterex closed his eyes. He didn’t say a thing.

He closed his eyes, drinking in the musk that made his cock shoot precum through the hole in the chastity cage, in between the fake Bull’s mouth.

And… He felt semen being pushed down his throat. So chunky, so dense, so heavy. But the sensation on his body was warmth. For the Demon to feel better as he swallowed that spunk and felt somehow better… Much better even when Aaron pulled back, with his cum covered tip still shooting at the back of Iterex’s mouth before the Demon was stuck swallowing it… Chugging that steamy semen down.

He did so, clutching his belly and feeling how big it was… Before the cumshots stopped.

Before… Aaron shook his dripping cock, rubbed it against Iterex’s tongue, then pulled back to leave that enormous cock drop and smack against Aaron’s thighs, flopping.

But it wouldn’t take long before it retreated into the sheath… Or sprang back into action if the Bull was excited.

Which led to the other situation as Iterex covered his mouth for a second, fighting a burp, before he looked at the grinning Satyr who was still stroking his shaft.

“Fi-Fine. You don’t need to tell more. I think everyone knew?”

“Not everyone. But your little moment in the videoconference confirmed it all. You’re big, but I could see his horns behind,” said Oscar.

And Iterex glanced at Aaron, seeing the Bull looking red in the face and ashamed, before the Demon returned to the chuckling and satisfied Satyr.

“I accept. What else?”

“You’ve had your meal. But what if we order something and have a… Deeper meeting?” said Oscar, rubbing his cock and presenting the red tip to Iterex.

The Demon groaned, but at that point, he knew what to do when the Satyr sprang to his feet and approached. Without missing a beat, the Demon was on the sofa, bending over to present his posterior while Aaron moved aside, now having to watch Iterex. At the same time, the Satyr grabbed the buttplug lodged between those buttcheeks and pulled it out, slowly.

“You impress me. Until you sat down, I didn’t know you wore that out.”

“I have to. Or else I’m not stretched enough, and I’ll be sore,” grunted Iterex, his head low. “Be quick. Please.”

“Are you ordering me?”

“No.”

Iterex lowered his head, feeling his Boss’ cock going inside his asshole, inside the gaping and well-stretched and trained entrance. And though Oscar wasn’t as big… His lengthy dick could still give Iterex the good old gut punch he desired.

It felt good to have his prostate nudged that way… And humiliating as the Demon was, bending over, with the elderly Satyr gripping him by the waist, while showing he had the stamina despite his age.

“Ah. You’re not the first Demon I’ve fucked. You all have the best holes, too bad you’re constantly fighting it. Aaron?”

“Yes, Sir?” asked the Minotaur, on standby.

“Order us something spicy. My company card is in my pants… Then, you can give our Slut in Chief a second service!” laughed the Satyr, spanking the Demon’s ass as Iterex groaned and grunted… And yet, was feeling awfully good with his cock burning inside his cage.

He was close to cum. So close. And yet too far. Not as long as… He didn’t have Aaron’s cock inside him. So long as he wasn’t utterly… Fucked.

-

The hooves stomped on the carpet; the sound was silenced, but not enough. People turned around. And yet, those faces were bright and smiling.

They looked relaxed, or even happy, to see him when one of them flagged him down. He, of course, answered with a nod and approached.

Gladys’ request for her vacation? He’d already notified MR about it so she could leave.

Leo’s issues with a spreadsheet? A quick fix, but he pointed to a nice tutorial from the intranet so he wouldn’t be lost.

He even glanced at the few empty desks while sipping from his Mug ‘Boss N#1’. He was smiling and grinning, feeling the difference in the atmosphere.

Work from home had been authorized by him; metrics were rising, and turnover was minimal. Plus, his workers were quick to take part in the group activities MR offered.

Just like the after-work. But that thought made him check his watch, and he frowned.

“Shit. The meeting,” he grumbled out loud.

“With Iterex? He can certainly wait,” said Jasper, an old-timer.

“Don’t be hard on him. I’m already doing that for him,” he laughed. They laughed.

Then, Aaron patted the Troll on the shoulders before he finished his round. No issues, no problem. Nothing as he glanced at his old desk that was now empty.

Then, with a calm smile, he entered his office. Iterex’s previous office.

It was the very selfsame, except that every trophy and decoration from the Demon had been replaced by little statues, trinkets, even photos from his latest journey at Minos.

His father was there, so was his mother, and his brothers. All naked, since they were naturists by tradition. And of course, behind. Iterex.

“Mrphh!”

“Calm down. I see you’re pent up,” said Aaron, using a lighter to burn incense before he turned to his office… To his desk, with his computer perhaps waiting for him, a few messages about Iterex’s next meetings after that one.

Then, he looked at the humongous Demon hanging upside down, attached by ropes inside the office. He was squirming and grunting, his belly bulging obscenely and precum dripping from his cage.

A vision of abundance completed by those weights attached to his nipple piercings, the ball gag, the blindfold… And of course, the enchantments and runes on the Demon’s skin.

“You can be impatient,” said Aaron, grabbing the ball gag from behind, undoing it, and then liberating the Demon’s mouth, who grunted.

“Tell that when you’re fucked by tiny goblin dicks. Or even humans. Sanya is a bitch.”

“Solely because you keep nagging her. And that’s your duties,” said Aaron as he lifted the blindfold to look Iterex in the eyes. Before he leaned and kissed that ugly mouth, the Demon growled but visibly relented.

Relenting as he kissed back, not fighting when Aaron grabbed the tied ropes and slowly lowered the Demon, then untied him, releasing the ‘sausage’ who’d been attached for two hours.

Yet, no traces of friction from the ropes digging into the purple skin, underneath his chest, around his rounder belly with the pierced navel… Or his thighs and legs. No sign of pain… Oscar was right. Demons were perfect for this.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like that erection is nothing.”

Aaron chuckled.

“Fine. My slutty Demon husband looks good with those ropes.”

“Hrfff,” grunted the Demon, shaking his head. “We’re only husband in name. I hate you, remember?”

“You say that. But you love this.”

That was the truth. The evident truth, even though Iterex was looking away, even turning his ass to the Minotaur in a silent invitation. Demons were different. Taking them was a power play. Was a sign of affection for them, as fucked up as they were.

And all that abuse, all that perversion, it was making the Demon fall for him more…

Down to the way he was arching his back and bending over when Aaron grabbed him by the horns. The way he fucked that ass on the sofa, like their first time.

“Yeah! That’s it! Take it, Demon bitch! You want that big mortal cock!”

Even Aaron was feeling more comfortable spewing those insults, spanking, and hitting the Demon’s ass. His furor and anger toward Iterex had changed, too. For something more intimate, something different. Something that wasn’t exactly pure affection, but was close.

Their common history was marred by the treatment he’d endured at the hands of Iterex.

But as Aaron came and pumped cum into the Demon’s ass, stuffing him and then kissing his neck… He couldn’t say he hated him.

He couldn’t say he considered Iterex the same. Not when the Demon was begging for more, happily asking for more Mortal cocks and degrading himself for their common pleasure.

Their relationship would always remain conflictual, with tension, with difficult moments. But which relationship didn’t have its difficult moments?

Even if they used to hate one another, to rage and insult, and even talk badly about one another… Well, it was different.

They were different. Aaron was leading the Department of Logistics. And Iterex was a Leader in nothing but a title.

He was to be shared among the executives wanting a quick shot, a quick release. And that was… Perhaps what made their relationship even better was that they didn’t have to rely entirely on one another for their satisfaction or work.

Yet, at the same time… They could always find solace in that same office. Pleasure as Aaron was sitting on the sofa, spent and his genitals dry.

He had the Demon between his legs, sitting on the ground. And by leaning with his head between the horns, he stroked and rubbed Iterex’s chest, making it spray milk all over.

“Fuck… I don’t want to move,” grunted the Demon, cum leaking from his ass.

“Well. If you don’t want to leave my off-“

“It was mine,” huffed Iterex.

“Well. As I said. If you don’t want to leave your former office, we can talk about you bearing my calves. Sanya told me your department offers a pregnancy ri-“

“No! I’m good!” replied Iterex, suddenly standing up and almost trapping Aaron between his horns.

The Minotaur instinctively yanked his head back… But he smiled as he watched the naked Demon grab his clothes, spread all over the office.

“Nope. Not that discussion. Nope. Not going to bear mortals! Not ever!” grunted Iterex.

The Demon hastily put his shirt and vest on, not even checking the semen dripping from his cockcage or his ass, and stepped outside… Leaving Aaron buttnaked, sitting on the sofa, and smiling.

It would happen one day. But for the moment, he was happy imagining his former Boss running naked around… And unplugged… To his next meeting.