Ecstatic

Disclaimer: They don't belong to me. I wish they did - oh, how I wish they did...

Arcane cowered behind one of the computer banks, shivering as his assistant's – filthy, depraved, terrifying – laugh floated to him through the cool air.
     'I'm coming to get you! Heheheheheheh...'
     The Doctor struggled once more, uselessly, with the fluffy pink but nevertheless very sturdy handcuffs Graham had snapped onto his boss's wrists while Arcane had been bent over a test tube. (He still hadn't worked out quite how the little twerp had managed it...) As Arcane had jerked upright, scowling, a sharp insult on his lips, he'd caught sight of his assistant's face and quailed. Graham looked... looked... he'd never seen an expression quite like it. Lecherous didn't even come close.
     And then Graham had slowly lifted something into the light. Something long and thick and pulsing with rainbow light, and it took Arcane several seconds to recognise the thing as a dildo, a huge, so-called novelty dildo. Leering, Graham pressed a switch at the base and it started to vibrate, buzzing alarmingly loudly, and Arcane didn't wait to see what happened next.
     He'd never run quite so fast in his life. With no time to wait for the elevator, he'd headed for the emergency stairs, racing awkwardly – since he was unable to use his hands – for the second floor where there were plenty of places to hide.
     But it really didn't look as though Graham was going to give up easily. Arcane crawled as quietly as he could to a workbench against the wall, creeping into the space under it and curling up as tightly as he could behind the cabinet that supported one end. By contorting himself painfully he could, just, hide himself completely. Trying not to tremble he held very still, listening fearfully for his assistant...
     Graham was still laughing gleefully, evilly, and Arcane held his breath as the assistant passed his hiding place. After several minutes the footfalls receded, and Arcane relaxed with a quiet sigh of relief as a door slammed shut. He waited a few moments longer, just to be on the safe side, then carefully crawled out from under the bench. He paused, peering through the legs of stools and tables, then eased himself upright – only to cry out as a pair of hands grabbed him from behind.
     'Got ya!'
     'G... Graham...?' Arcane twisted to find his assistant crouching on top of the bench, and tried to pull out of his grip. But Graham was having none of it.
     'You were expecting someone else?'
     'Graham, please...'
     Firm lips against his own silenced the Doctor, sharp teeth nipped at his tongue. Desperately pushing himself backwards, Arcane stared in horror at his assistant's manic grin.
     'Please, let me go...'
     Graham laughed again, making Arcane shiver.
     'You beg so pretty, Anton.' He smirked and somehow twisted to turn Arcane around, his belly pressed to the bench, sliding from his perch and pressing himself up against his boss. 'Beg again.'
     'Let... let me go? And we'll say no more about this...'
     'Hah! Not good enough.' Arcane bit back a whimper as a scalpel appeared in Graham's hand and expensive fabric began to fall in rags from the Doctor's shaking body. Finally, naked from waist to knees, stretched across the bench and the handcuffs hooked over a gas tap at the far side, Arcane felt hot, damp fingers fondling and flicking his genitals. Squeezing his eyes shut he pleaded frantically with his assistant.
     'Graham... I thought you respected me more than this...'
     But Graham was far too far gone to listen. Arcane briefly thought about screaming for help, but even if anyone was working late and heard him, it was unlikely they'd investigate. Sometimes it was disadvantageous being universally loathed.
     His last thought, as the pain of having that huge dildo shoved into his rectum made him pass out, was that perhaps he should have tested the aphrodisiac a little more carefully before trying it out on Graham...