Service.

Perfectly groomed hair, paired with a clean shave. A winning smile, and stylish business-casual attire. Customer Service, he decided, was among his finest works. The perfect representative for Holy Nightmare Co. Nightmare had created the company as a mere front for universal domination... but the unexpected had happened. It was a successful business in it's own right, quickly rising to juggernaut levels in the world of retail. He needed someone to make sure it was all running smoothly, and his newest creation fit the bill.

He'd watched the small man's dealings in practice sales approvingly. Prompt, polite, and professional. As expected, given he had literally been born to be a salesman. However... he'd shown hesitation in appeasing the customer at any cost. Nightmare knew well from his own dealings the kind of outlandish demands an irate customer would make. But conquest wasn't cheap; the flaw would have to dealt with. Dozens of Nightmare's demon beasts had been gathered for the tiny man's punishment, though he didn't know it yet.

Customer Service, however, resented the implication that he didn't care about the company.

"I wasn't trying to lose money for you, sir. That woman's request was just too outra-"
"It doesn't matter. We must always think of the customer, and you need a reminder of why that is."
The salesman was grabbed roughly from behind.

"Sir," His usual composed face was gone, now clearly nervous at the prospect of severe punishment. "I understand, in the future I will-"
"There's no weaseling out of this. If I allow you to get away with this the other beasts will want favors."

The small man was lifted effortlessly by a large green demon, brought to a seat at the center of the room where all could see his penalty. He grit his teeth, eyes scrunched shut in anticipation of a hard blow, a stab, some kind of pain. None came. He slowly opened one eye, only to be greeted by the beast's erect member almost directly in his face. Normally he would come up to maybe its knees, but it had taken the seat he presumed to be for him. Settling comfortably into the seat, the beast snatched the sunglasses from Customer Service's face, donning them himself with a smug grin; CS' nervous eyes as he stared at the erect member being exposed served to arouse him further.

CS stared up into his orange shades, disbelief written across his face. Nightmare couldn't be serious... yet his master watched passively, obviously not intending to interfere. Seeing his hesitation, the monstrous man glared dangerously at him. Customer Service knew better than to delay further. He gingerly held the base of the organ, nervously taking note of the small spikes that went in a circle around the head. Just as he had slowly begun to bring his head down, the dick came to him instead, sliding jarringly into his mouth. He nearly gagged as it went in much farther than he would've liked. Finally enjoying the feeling of stimulation, the tool's owner gripped his arm with a powerful clawed hand, going right through the suit and scratching his arm.

The male thrust again and he did gag, the tip pushing past his throat and down. The salesman tried to breathe, tried to move his head... The dick didn't allow him to do either one. Frantically he gripped it, noting how warm it was, how big it was in his hands. Desperately tugging on it.. The creature pulled his hips back, allowing the man a short window of time to breathe. Hard panting breaths... Then in it went again. He gagged again, trying to tug it out, trying to stroke it..

But not until he sucked on the cock that pushed his jaw down did it relent.. And this time he felt scratches.. Not like the ones left where the claws were digging into his skin. But scratches in his throat.. Up along the inside of his mouth. As the prick moved back so he could suck on the pointed head, he felt them.. The spiky little points all over the tip. Things that scratched his tongue, his mouth... Warm pre drooled out of the slit, slightly salty in taste.

Behind him, a smaller, almost squatty purple one with an almost perfectly round body moved lifted his lower body easily, forcing the salesman to support himself on the chair with his arms. His dress pants were hastily removed, thrown to the floor in a heap. Customer Service, nervous at the thought of what was sure to come, released the penis to pleadingly look back at it. "Not there, not there! I'll do anything but that!"
“You're already doing anything,” It replied, chidingly waggling a finger at him, which he then slipped in unprepared. The man squealed in revulsion as it’s cold dry fingers rubbed against his insides, long fingernails scratching him unpleasantly. His stubby legs flapped uselessly in the air, but they did nothing to deter the intruder. His relief as they slid out was short-lived as they were quickly replaced by the creature's cock, forcing a sharp cry from the man's mouth as he was forced open. The beast at his front end joined his companion, pressing CS' head back down onto his member.

The painful fucking from the ball creature had the added effect of giving his oral treatment much jerkier movements, rendering the salesman unable to be careful of the spines in his mouth. He could feel cuts in his mouth, but the beast now held him down to stop him protesting anything more. The rough treatment was beginning to force tears from his eyes out of pain.

More and more creatures grew confident as they watched the display, and stepped forward to join. A wiry grey beast prodded him expectantly while a tentacled one he couldn't see busied itself removing his clothes, suit vest and shirt taken to leave only the tie. The slimy tentacles wrapped about his now bare waist, while another teasingly squeezed the salesman's member. Enough to stimulate, but not enough to satisfy.

Customer Service began to work at the beasts more fervently, hoping to cut his punishment shorter by bringing them to orgasm quickly. Sucking with more vigor, rocking his hips in time with the one behind him, grabbing and jerking off the gray one to his side... His plan quickly hit a roadblock as the beast behind him pulled out abruptly.

Assuming the dick had merely slipped out, the salesman moved his hips back to get it back in, but it merely moved back with him. "Ask nice."
CS' eyebrows turned sharply downward. This guy knew perfectly well the other demon beast wasn't letting his mouth off... he'd been forced into a catch-22. He tried mumbling around the large tool, "Plejsh."
"Eh? Didn't catch that."
Son of a bitch... "PLEESSH."
"Don't mumble! How's the customer supposed to get what he wants if you can't talk right?!"
The salesman, losing all pretenses of dignity now that he was aroused and unsatisfied, spat the demon beast cock out, managing a loud, clear "PLEASE" before the spiked dick was forced back into his mouth, in sync with the other beast's violent return to his ass.

The torturous fucking seemed to have no end in sight, until he felt the spikes twitching in his mouth, the cock suddenly erupting and flooding his mouth. The cum stung the cuts in his mouth a bit, but he swallowed rather than face the possibility of angering the owner. Seeing his mouth freed up, the ball-beast laid back, lifting Customer Service, with the tentacle's assistance, to a sitting position on top of him. His green companion watched with predatory interest as the man was lifted up and down the pole, masturbating the grey in time with his own movements, though somewht haphazardly.

Eventually, with a loud roar, they too came. The beast sat with the small man still impaled on his cock, sated for now. Customer Service on the other hand, panted heavily, exhausted from the encounter. He wiped the sweat from his brow, looking to his master, Nightmare, who still looked on passively. "I understand now, sir. I will not let down our customers anymore."

"Next group."

The salesman's face fell as the spent demon beasts were quickly replaced by new ones, ready to go. He sighed resignedly to himself, preparing for a long night.