The Mansion of Men

Minor logistics

Mike was a man of many talents, and as such, he wore many hats in service to the minor family. With each hat, came an office and an email dedicated to the services that the office provided. Being in charge of logistics for most events, he was steeped in meetings with members of his department, seeing as local football teams were coming into town for the Green Annual Ball Post, a festival that accommodated, on average, twelve football teams.

Festivals brought people. People needed housing and feeding. And neither of those were cheap. It was a reliable, seasonal boost.
Sitting in his office, with his subordinates, all on the phone with multiple teams, vendors, media professionals, Mike ruled out all finished tasks on his board. When he returned to his laptop, there was a new email. The title seemed weird but considering that this email was specific to the job at hand, he knew that anyone with access to it would be sending him information about the festival.

So he clicked on the email, went to the link in it, and was pleased there was was an audio option. He set it to read, while he returned to his task board.

"In a world as dark and gritty as the one they lived in, not many things were a source of comfort."

Mike frowned, still writing on the board as he wondered what sort of document it was.

"And yet, in all this, the man liked to take comfort in the thrusting, pleasuring feel of Khun-Vegas' thick, long cock."

"What?" Mike's assistants asked as Mike whipped around, staring at the laptop in shock.

"When he got in the mood, Khun-Vegas liked to use his fingers to spread-"

Mike slammed his laptop shut, heart racing as he tried to understand what the fuck had just happened.

***

Mike wasn't a very religious man, but he prayed on his way to report the incident. It wasn't his fault. Ot had to be a prank. The news had spread of the thing that played on his laptop. He had to come clean before the higher-ups heard about it from someone else.

However, after he explained himself to Porsche and Pete, Porsche burst into laughter, slapping his hand against the table, unable to stop.

"It's fine, Mike," Pete said. "Don't worry about it."

"But I-"

"Just make sure you know what you're clicking on, next time."

Relieved that he wasn't getting fired... or worse, Mike left the room utterly confused by their reaction to his blunder.

***

Days later, after the fear and the shame had subsided to an acceptable degree, Mike went searching for the email. In the privacy of his room. Without speakers. Or witnesses.

After all, even though he would never admit it in public, he was insanely curious as to what the contents of that link had to say about the thrusting, pleasuring feel of Khun-Vegas' thick, long cock.