“And he never has to, as long as everyone understands the new status quo. Now, Mr. Wilkens was a little stubborn, but he’s come around, too. He and my mother are done. That’s another thing that’s going to be in the past, and never mentioned again.”
“Oh,” Denis said. “Well, that’s… good.” He didn’t mean it. I could tell he was thinking about the money. I chose to ignore it. I had more to get through.
“Now as for my mother, I’m sure you understand that a slut can’t just stop being a slut. You know, quit cold turkey. Some of them can’t stop, period. My mother has… needs – needs that need to be fulfilled, lest she go out, take stupid risks, and maybe hurt herself. Neither of us wants that, right?”
“Ah… no?” He said it more like a question than a statement.
“Exactly. Now, while what I am about to tell you might seem wrong, you must understand that it is what’s best for my mother.” I stroked her hair under the table as I said that – to comfort her, but also to signal her that the time had come. I scooted back on my chair while she crawled forward, not daring to let go of my cock. Then, as one, we moved so that I was standing – so that Denis could see where my mother was, and, more importantly, what she was doing.
The look on his face was priceless. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “SHE’S… SHE’S YOUR MOTHER?”
“Yes, she is.” I stroked her hair. “Which is why I’m the only one I trust to treat her right. Besides, I know her other fetish. I know yours is big from what my mother has told me, but do you really think she needs it anymore, when she has this?”
As soon as I said that, I guided my mother’s head off of my cock. Without her mouth holding it in place, it sprang up like a springboard – all thirteen – maybe even fourteen, by then – glorious inches. It would seem that my cock had grown even angrier, since I still hadn’t cum.
“How… How… How are you carrying about that thing? I never noticed.”
“What? Have you been checking me out?” I smiled at him.
“Nooo,” he protested, “but come on, Max. You’d have to wear an old-timey hoop skirt to hide that thing from anybody. How the hell did this happen?”
“I met a demon,” I said in a joking manner. Strangely enough, Denis rolled with it.
“A demon? Did you make a deal with the devil or something?”
“You could say that,” I said, not telling him that I was a demon myself – well, a half demon. “Let’s just say I’m a new man now, and I know what I want for me, and what is best for my family. Right, Mother?”
“Yes, Master.” She kissed the base of my cock. Her soft hand ran up and down my shaft. She was so enthralled by it that she didn’t even care that her assistant was watching her committing incest. All she wanted was my cock.
“As you can see, I have tamed this wild minx. With that being said, this is a secret that you WILL keep. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
I pumped demonic energy and malice into those final words, and plenty of regular human menace, too. Denis seemed to get the message. All he did was sit there and nod his head. He was such a good little secretary.
“Now, since I’m going to be taking care of my mother’s needs, that means your little arrangement with her is over, but… that doesn’t mean you have to be left completely high and dry in the new order – or however high and dry Jamal apparently leaves you.”
“What do you mean?” Denis asked. Curiosity filled his voice.
“I thought you would never ask. Rayna!” I called out, and the door leading to the private bathroom opened. What came out was a bit of a surprise for both of us, but I kept my poker face.
My sexy little succubus strutted into the main office like she owned the place. Her outfit was the same, but several of her blouse’s buttons open, showing the deep cleavage of her spectacular breasts. I knew she hadn’t done anything while inside the bathroom – well, nothing sexual, but I knew she’d been preparing Mr. Wilkens, who was walking behind her. He was completely naked except for his tie, which Rayna had in her hand. She was making him walk like he was her dog.
Mr. Wilkens wasn’t exactly a fit man, but he wasn’t fat either. He had more of what some might have called a dad bod. I didn’t care very much about that. My attention was focused elsewhere.
“Hmm, I guess ‘Big Willie’ was a misnomer,” I said, mainly to myself, as I noticed his little twig and berries. From the instant I saw them, I knew he’d never satisfied my mother. That brought a little smile to my face.
“What the hell is this?” Denis nearly shouted once again, breaking me out of my reverie.
“This is your new sexual outlet. He is here to satisfy your needs. Don’t worry; he will do whatever we say. Hey, Tom: hop up and down.”
Mr. Wilkens did just that. I made him do a few more demeaning things just to prove my point. The look of disbelief was still evident on Denis’s face.
“How… how did you do this?” Denis asked, trying to figure out how I’d turned the most powerful man in town into an obedient pet.
“Like I said: I met a demon.” At that point, I figured I could just wipe Denis’s memory or make him our bitch, too, if he started freaking out too much. I was a little sick of hiding, lying, and making excuses.
“Thomas, from now on, when we are alone, your new pet name is Little Willie, in honor of how small your dick is. As your punishment for being such a nasty, possessive little douche, you will become nothing but a pleasure vessel for those above you. You will give in to those tendencies that you’ve tried to keep hidden since high school. It’s time to show us who you really are, Little Willie. Go!”
Without any further prompting, Rayna let go of the tie. Little Willie made a beeline toward Denis. Then he got on his knees, reached for Denis’s belt, and began to undo his pants. As it turned out, Thomas Wilkens had had a bit of a secret gay love affair when he’d been in high school. At least that was what Rayna had told me. She hadn’t told me everything, but she had said that Wilkens had some repressed gay tendencies that had kinda festered, and were what had turned him into the man that he was – or had been, until he’d met me. He’d been a big shot, a loud mouth, and an aggressive womanizer who’d had absolutely no love for women – not even a sick or twisted kind. I supposed leaving one’s feelings and issues unresolved could do a real number on somebody, but I wasn’t very interested in waxing philosophical there in my mother’s office. My top priority just then was to get and keep Denis on my side without brainwashing him. I figured that having the most powerful man in town as a plaything on call might just do the trick.
“Wow,” I said as Wilkens fished Denis’ dick out, “I guess my mom was right. That’s pretty big.” It was well within the pornstar range. Little Willie was going to have a loose asshole.
“What… What should I do?” Denis asked – not in a panic, but mainly in confusion, which was understandable. Not in a million years would he have imagined that he’d have the most powerful man in town, naked, on his knees, pulling at his cock, never mind that his boss was sucking and stroking her son’s monster of a cock mere feet away. One more big surprise, and he might’ve had a total meltdown. I didn’t want that happening.
“Have fun with him. He is yours to do with as you please, as long as you understand the new arrangement. Keep doing your job, obviously. When I’m in this office – especially with this little minx right here – you will actually keep people out of it, not just raise a tiny fuss and then let them come in anyway. You will cover for us. If you don’t think you can handle that, tell me now, and we’ll figure something else out. If you agree, but then you disappoint me, things will turn out very, very badly for you.”
I let the last part linger in the air for a good long while, and the menacing aura I was exuding was unmistakable. I thought that would be the end of it, but my succubus had yet another brilliant idea.
“Master, why don’t you make a Demon Pact with him? That would ensure his loyalty.”
I smiled at her, knowing why she wanted to make the Demon Pact. While it would have been much easier to mind control him, I’d also wanted to see if I could make the Pact.
“That is a great idea. Would you show me?”
A look of dread filled Denis’ face as the words ‘Demon’ and ‘Pact’ registered; it was possible he was a true believer after all. It took the three of us together – my calm confidence, Rayna’s charm, and Little Willie’s attention to his cock – to get him to agree. We assured him that it was just the mother of all binding contracts; souls didn’t have to be traded or lost. When we went over the terms, he seemed to get on board. They were simple enough. ‘Simple’ didn’t mean ‘easy,’ though, necessarily. The price for failure was high: his very soul.
Rayna went over the ritual with us; I hate to admit it, but she helped out quite a bit with the specific language. It required blood, of course, which wasn’t ideal for Denis’ peace of mind. It was just a little bit, though, smeared across our respective palms. Other than that, the mere fact that I was demon – or half demon – was most of what would make everything work; Rayna was confident, but we still didn’t actually know. Once my and Denis’ palms were red with our own blood, we clasped them together in a handshake, and I recited the literal magic words.
“I, Max Carter, a child of the night, am hereby creating this profane pact. You, Denis Johnson, hereby agree to keep my secrets and the secrets of all of my women from here on out. You will also make all reasonable efforts to help to conceal our activities in this office for however long you remain employed by my mother or her agency. In exchange, I provide you one Thomas ‘Little Willie’ Wilkens as your pleasure slave. He is yours to do with as you please, except that you may never use him to cause harm to my interests or the interests of any of my women. Any breach of this pact will result in harsh and dire punishments, including, but not limited to, the forfeit of your soul. Do you, Denis Johnson, accept this infernal pact?”
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