He shifted uncomfortably in the seat of the leather chair as he listened to the ramblings from one of the stock holders.  The cramp that was working its way through his belly and up toward his throat.  He wanted to throw up - the intimate pains that was pounding at his insides grew stronger and more persistent.  He stared past the corpulent man in a pale suit that was a size too small for him.  The despicable little man who had been rambling about the company stock portfolio for the past ten minutes as other board members nodded along.  He wanted to get up and bolt out of the room.  He wanted to be anywhere else but there.

    A squeeze at his knee made him look down at his notebook.  He had not written any minutes nor had he even an idea what he was suppose to write.  He picked up the silver pen that was wedged at the top of the notebook and wrote the only thing that came to his mind then.

    Kill you…. 

    He thought he saw Remus smile from the corner of his eye.  Remus' hand remained on his knee, occasionally stroking at his thigh.  He tried not to move or pay attention to it -- the pain in his belly was growing worse.  All he could do was fight against his need and wait....

    And the board meeting was over.  As the members collected their papers into their attaché cases and filed out slowly, Dante remain in his seat - still staring down at the near empty notepad.  Remus had risen from the seat and stood by the doorway to speak to the exiting men.  Dante gripped the pen tightly in his hand, briefly he wondered if he could will himself to drive the metal pen into the side of Remus' neck.  He was still staring at the pen when Remus shut the door.  The light click of the door lock made him look up.

    Dante grimaced when he saw Vergil leaning by the frame of the door, a half-smoked cigarette dangling at the corner of his mouth and a porcelain coffee cup in one hand.

    "Not one of the best secretaries I've had," Remus said as he walked forward, the heels of his shoes were loud in the ample meeting room.  Vergil laughed softly and tapped the ashen tip of the cigarette into the cup. 

    "Fuck you."

    "Is this any way to speak to your upper management?"

    Remus walked to one of the leather chairs at the mid-table and pulled it out.  He sat down in it, reclining back and placed his feet onto the polished surface.

    "Would you like to be relieved of your ...." Remus' smile broadened.  "Discomfort?"

    It was through clenched teeth that Dante hissed "Yes".

    "Take off your clothes," Remus said.  "I'll make you feel better."

    It took Dante a few moments to make himself move.  His face burned with embarrassment as he tugged his tie loose before he shrugged off his jacket.  He stared past Remus and at Vergil and his indifferent smile as he stripped out of the expensive suit.  He had to tell himself not to think about where he was and what he was doing.  He couldn't.

    The subtle cool breeze that braced his skin made the goose bumps raise from it.  He felt ridiculous, as he stood naked with nothing more than the leather straps that held the plug into him.

    "Come here," Remus said and gestured at the table in front of him.

    Dante walked forward, uncertain.  He grimaced when he hoisted himself over the ice-cold table top.

    "Good boy," Remus said softly as he stroked Dante's thighs, gently spreading them.  "You will feel good in no time..."

    Remus pressed Dante backwards until he was lying down on the cold surface.  He shuddered as the warmth of Remus tongue touched his inner thigh - caressing the sensitive skin there.

    "Take it out..." Dante breathed the words out, struggling to keep his voice steady.

    "Not that easy," Remus said and stood up.  Vergil finished his cigarette and dropped the end of it into the cup.  "Like everything else, you have to earn it..."

    Dante began with his protest until Remus sealed a hand over his mouth.

    "Shhh.... Unless you'd like to wear this for the rest of the day."

    The hand was removed and no more words tumbled out of Dante's mouth.  Remus shifted Dante's body until he was parallel to the edge of the table.  When Remus pressed Dante's mouth against the crotch of his pants, he understood.

    Carefully, Dante pulled down the zipper and extracted the half-hard cock in there.  After a few licks over the thick crown, he took the length into his mouth.  

    "Your little brother turned out to be a natural whore," Remus said, running his fingers through the pale locks.

    Vergil shrugged and walked up, his hands caressing the length of Dante's legs.

    "Talent that runs through the family," Vergil said absently, his fingers paused at the hip.  "Do what you have to do to survive."

    "He'd make a nice present for the Russian."

    Vergil bent down and planted a kiss on Dante's belly.

    "Any hole will make a nice present for the Russian," Vergil replied and unsnapped one of the hooks to the straps that held the plug.

    "He had always wanted you," Remus said.  "Now...he'll get you."  

    Remus pressed his cock deep into Dante's throat and held it, feeling the slight gag reflexes squeezing his engorged shaft.  Dante's fingers dug into Remus' thigh - quivering to fight the suffocation.

    "We need him to renew our West Indies contract."

    "Convenient."

    Another hook unsnapped and the soft leather straps loosened.  Carefully, Vergil drew out the plug - a translucent fluid dripped out and pooled onto the table.

    "He will sign," Remus said and pulled his wet cock from Dante's mouth.  Dante gasped for breath - his face flushed.  "...if he saw what the signing bonus is."

    Vergil smeared the thick fluid along Dante's thighs and smiled.

    "He might break your lovely toy," Vergil said.  "He broke last few gifts you sent him."

    "Be interesting to watch how he'd break this one," Remus said and pressed Dante's folded legs toward his chest - until the moist pinkish hole was open to him.  "I've always wondered how he did them."

    Remus pressed three fingers over the slick hole and circled it - he felt Dante's body go rigid when he pressed his fingers in, the wetness swallowed the digits easily.

    "...left the holes gaping and dripping cum and blood..." Remus whispered, curling his fingers inside the tight wetness.  "One had to have his insides sewn up.  Wonder if that's what he'd always wanted to do to you, Vergil."

    Dante shook his head, feeling the fingers drive in deeper until the knuckles were pushed against the rim of the hole.  

    "But I suppose a man like that would teach little Dante to appreciate a man like me," Remus laughed and drew out his wet fingers.  "And realize how good I am to him."

    Remus delivered an unexpected and hard slap to the stretched hole that nearly made Dante buck off the table.  

    "Move and I'll use the belt instead," Remus said and hit the reddened hole again, this time wringing a cry from Dante's throat.

    The ample room echoed with the wet slapping sounds coupled with Dante's strangled cries.  Vergil tapped out a cigarette and pressed it to the corner of his mouth.

    "I suppose it's hard to dock pay from your debt," Remus said, his open hand swooped down and caught the full rim of the hole.  "But I do expect you to work."  

    Vergil lit the cigarette and sat down in one of the leather chairs.  He shook his head at Dante.

    "You understand?"

    Another hard slap that nearly sent Dante scrambling off the table.  He was screaming - anything and everything.  He was not certain if he had satisfied Remus' threats or if Remus' simply tired, but the hitting stopped.  It was quickly replaced with the feeling of blunt cock pushed into him.  

    "You are a very difficult man to work for sometimes," Vergil sighed and blew out a line of smoke that drifted into the ceiling. 

    Remus hooked Dante's legs around his waist and plunged in as far as he could - his balls resting against the ass.

    "But...effective," Remus said softly, grinding his hips in a slow circle.  "I can be a generous employer if the work output is to my liking."

    Vergil laughed and stood up.  He brushed the wrinkles that had gathered on his suit and straightened his tie.

    "I'll let you go back to training," Vergil said.  He bent down and kissed Dante on his mouth.  He glanced up at Remus.  "Should I make the arrangements with Vasilchikova?"

    Remus pulled the length of his cock out completely and slammed it back in, making Dante's body jolt.

    "No need.  I am certain he will request an personal meeting when I bring my new secretary with me to tomorrow’s meeting."

    Vergil nodded and backed away.  Before he made his exit - his eyes met with Dante's briefly and he mouthed "be good" before he closed the door behind him.

    "...and you will be good for Mr. Vasilchikova," Remus said and cupped Dante's face in his hands.  Dante managed a nod and Remus smiled, rewarding Dante with a kiss.