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To change quarters, you had to petition the Third Circle’s governor, Lord Baal.
The administrative process was straightforward — you got in line, you pleaded your case, then were reassigned or not, depending on which way the wind blew and on Baal’s current mood.
You could appeal, of course. Few did, though.
Because Baal routinely made people wait. And his waiting room… well.
Ellius eyed the numerous lower demons and damned men mounted on the wall, and reminded himself he couldn’t take another decade cooped up in one room with three rapey barbarians and an incubus.
“Case,” sneered Irnanath, Lord Baal’s secretary.
“Rebilleting,” said Ellius in an unsteady voice.
An imp was crying. Damnation. The short thing’s legs weren’t even touching the floor.
“Um. The line… I mean, is His Highness available?”
The demon snorted. “Coffee break.”
“Oh.” From the corner of his eye, Ellius could see the row of wicked hooks sticking out of the wall further to the back of the room, awaiting new occupants. “Then maybe I should come later…?”
“Only seven more slots left,” said Irnanath, busy filling and stamping forms. “Will be occupied by evening. The caves near the River of Sorrow flooded. Lots of homeless folks.”
Fuck.
“OK.” Ellius swallowed. “Then I… Um.” He gestured in the direction of the hooks.
No reaction.
He passed by his fellow Hell dwellers — suffering and exhausted — and tried not to pay them much attention.
The last man in the line, a dark elf judging by the ears and the smooth, coffee-colored skin, followed him with hooded eyes and smirked.
Ellius couldn’t imagine what was so funny in the elf’s current situation — until he saw from up close the fate awaiting his ass.
“Um. Isn’t this…” he croaked out through a clenched throat. “A tad too high?”
And way, way too big.
Irnanath sighed, then lifted his massive body from the chair. He came to Ellius, eyed the human, then the hook sticking out of the wall at Ellius’ hip — curving up, bending in the middle into an S, and finally ending with a ball as big as Ellius’ fist at the level of his sternum.
“Height’s fine,” he said. Then he wrenched down Ellius’ pants, grabbed him by the buttocks, and tried to lift him up.
Ellius twisted in his arms in a panic. “Wait! Fuck. Wait, it won’t fit!”
Irnanath dropped Ellius, then spun him around. Squeezed his buttocks in big paws and spread them uncomfortably wide. “Hm.”
Ellius groaned and hung his head. He wasn’t exactly a virgin — three barbarians and an incubus, remember — but having his hole examined so impassionately awoke a shame in him he thought long forgotten.
“Indeed. Needs some work,” Irnanath said, and Ellius heard a rustle.
Of clothes being rearranged.
He sucked in a breath to protest — when suddenly he was full of demon cock, and his protest came out as a scream.
Irnanath pushed him against the wall beside the hook and used him dispassionately but thoroughly — like it was a chore he didn’t especially enjoy but was determined to do right.
Ellius grit his teeth and took it, resigned. This was Hell, after all, and in Hell, you’re supposed to suffer — even if this hadn’t been the punishment he expected for his sins.
Fuck, Irnanath was huge. But Ellius’ hole learned to appreciate huge over the decades. He moaned.
And heard the dark elf chuckle.
The bastard was looking at Ellius, a smirk on his pretty lips.
Ellius glared at him, feeling his cock twitch.
He still couldn’t cum from anal alone — an annoying trait that followed him even in death — and he despaired of being forced to marinate in his frustration for fuck knows how many hours. He doubted Irnanath would take kindly to Ellius trying to stroke one out while he was so generously helping him stretch his hole. And it was considered bad manners to wank during punishment activities — fuck knows why the demons were so concerned with manners of all things — so no cumming on the hook, either.
Maybe Lord Baal will want his ass later? Ellius heard he sometimes did. And Lord Baal’s cock was legendary…
Come to think of it, even if Lord Baal wanted to fuck him, chances that he of all demons will let Ellius cum were slim to none.
Maybe he should consider returning to his barbarians and incubus, after all…?
Irnanath forced an especially deep thrust into him, then stilled.
Ellius’ insides swelled with cum.
He blinked back tears.
Fuck. He forgot higher demons came so much.
Irnanath jerked his cock out of Ellius without care for the vicious ache that followed. “Should be good now.”
Ellius slumped against the wall, panting and holding his distended stomach.
Broad hands grabbed him under the armpits.
“Up you go.”
He was turned and lifted. Then Irnanath propped him against the wall and repositioned his hands to Ellius’ ass, spreading it over the fist-sized ball on top of the hook.
Ellius clutched at the demon’s shoulders for balance as the enormous thing started sinking in. “Too… hah... too big!”
Irnanath tsked and started pushing down. Ellius clung to the demon and struggled to relax — there was no escaping this, after all. It was happening, too-tight ass or not.
Finally, the ball popped in.
Ellius’ eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“See? Fits fine.”
Any comment on this ridiculous statement was beyond Ellius at the moment.
His limbs flopped down, loose and unresponsive. His head lolled to the side.
His entire consciousness razor-focused on the agony shooting out of his ass.
Then Irnanath began rocking him up and down.
The hook sunk deeper.
And deeper.
Past its weird S curve.
Into the abyss of Ellius’ cum-filled insides.
Stretching him, pressing everywhere — until Ellius’ entire weight hung on it, his toes barely reaching the floor.
He leaned his shoulders on the wall and whined.
“Quiet,” Irnanath admonished him before leaving for his desk.
The stupid dark elf looked meaningfully at Ellius’ rock-hard cock and sniggered.
“Oh, shut up.”