I never thought to ask the devil for that… 

Instead, I watched transfixed, forced into the form of a black cat as the boy, barely a man, moved the machine inside him, letting it rattle as he pulled on his manhood.

The years had changed the name and material, but the device remained familiar across time. Still I wondered what it would feel like inside my more forbidden hole, if I should have been more assertive exchanging my soul.

He bit his lip, his eyes darting at nothing, the seed spilling forth in great bursts, leaving me watching, wondering…

Wanting...