Page 17 of Sinful Pride

Yeah, I was erect. So what? Let them stare. Yeah, my cock wasn’t the biggest in the room. But that was never my intention when creating this body. It was a conscious choice, not a matter of some ill-advised competition between humans who thought a bigger cock is always better.

“Ah, Hellion, Hellion,” Zachariel addressed me. “You technically obeyed my orders, but I know you can do better. I’m going to give you an incentive to behave and please me. Words are just one layer of communication… You know me, you know what I want, what I think about, don’t you? Use that pretty brain of yours to become perfect for me. Anticipate my desires. And if you can’t think with your upstairs brain, maybe the lower one will work.”

Suddenly, in his slender fingers there was a glint of metal and, before I even knew what was happening, a metal ring was around my cock. It didn’t look like the usual cockring we would sometimes use in our bedroom, because that one had a contraption to squeeze around my balls as well as the shaft, to more effectively prevent me from coming. This was just a plain strip of cold metal. So, what was it for?

“Now, lick my boots,” Zachariel ordered.

“Fuck you,” I said reflexively, and I jerked as the ring around my cock zapped me with electricity.

“Fuck! Did you just cattle prod my dick?!” I shouted.

“Why, yes, I did. It’s only a small charge that isn’t going to do much damage, but it will deter you and remind you to be a good boy. Won’t it?”

“Wasn’t there supposed to be some incentive? Not punishment? Betrayal!” I muttered.

“To get a reward you need to perform well. Lick. My. Boots.”

I stalled for a moment, my expression tense, but the unknown of the promised reward was too much of a temptation to just ignore. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, I thought as I dropped to my knees with a huff.

Zachariel was in his usual white ensemble, but, impossibly, it was an improvement over the previous beautiful clothes because this suit came from the increasingly coveted brand of a famous fashion designer, Aurelius. The boots were white as well, shining as if they were completely new. I lowered myself and gave the top of the boot one single lick, then looked up at Zachariel expectantly.

Another jolt went through my body, but this time it wasn’t electricity. It was the reward. The ring around the base of my cock vibrated and the feeling immediately made my cock go from its half-up state to complete hardness. By the time the vibrations stopped, they left me panting, clutching at Zachariel’s leg.

“Did you like your reward?” Zachariel asked in a mild tone, as if we were discussing grocery shopping.

“Not half bad,” I said weakly, pretty sure this was going to destroy me

Oh well, what a way to go.

I took another lick without being ordered to and, as the vibration not only returned but kicked up a notch, I repeated my action, dirtying the boot with saliva which pooled in my mouth as my body was wrecked with bliss.

“See, it wasn’t so hard, was it?” Zachariel said.

I had to be a perfect picture of a pet at his master’s feet, my ass high up in the air, my head lowered in supplication, as I debased myself by licking his boots.

My eyes fell closed to protect me from seeing the reactions of the people I have taunted at the start of this show. I didn’t have to look at them, right? But Zachariel had a different idea.

“I want to touch you, pet. But to do that I need two hands. And, as you can see, one of them is occupied.”

He presented the source of my torture and pleasure to me. A little remote with a button for the shocks and a dial for vibrations. How such a little thing could wreck me so much…

“But it would be a shame to not let you experience the joys of this toy further and leave it unused, as the ring is already around your cock. That’s why I’m going to give the remote to the person of your choosing, so I can have my hands free and you still get your fun.”

Wait, what?

I straightened up, sitting on the back of my heels, and looked up at Zachariel as if he was crazy.

“You… you want me to what?!”

“I want you to give control over this…” Zach pushed his boot against my cock for a moment before he pulled it away. “…to someone other than me.” The challenge in his eyes, the tilt of his head, said he knew perfectly well how to rile me up. “Are you going to choose… or are you going to call this off?”

I would not be stopped by a little hurdle in my way. Alright, if Zachariel wanted to play like that… let’s play. I scanned the crowd for someone who I could give the control to and saw Aurelius practically bouncing in his seat, his hand raised high. Yeah, I could see how he could be a good choice, as I did trust him. After all, he was my friend, even if he was a little shitster who would use the opportunity to stir chaos. But that choice would be too obvious. I needed to do something unexpected to gain back a bit of my control. I looked next to Aurelius.

“Abaddon. Give it to Abaddon.”

Aurelius froze in shock but then his eyes narrowed and he leaned towards Abaddon, frantically whispering something in his ear. After that conversation, the Archdemon held out his hand. I could see Aurelius was going to punish me for my choice, but our entire relationship was always based on prodding at each other and getting into fights, then laughing about it later. So it was going to be fine.

If I survived, that is.

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